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PHONING... 𓂃 ࣪˖ Eternal Sunshine.

“I think the stars took their time to lead me to you again.” “If you think the stars are what tore us apart in the first place, you're wrong.”

When combing through hidden away mementos, you find an old mix tape made by your old friend. Foolishly taken over by the nostalgia, you reach out in an attempt to reconnect with him and find what you’d lost.

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[🌌] choi taeyang / afab! reader [WIP]

genre. angst , eventual fluff , comedy , written + smau , friends to strangers / strangers to lovers , mental health discussed

warnings : cursing

playlist.

TEASER.

+ Tracks.

001. Self-isolation.

જ⁀➴♡ phone in ᝰ.ᐟ

PHONING... 𓂃 ࣪˖ True Romance.

“Did I strike a cord with you?” “Ew. More like struct a nerve…”

When you’re asked to promote a club, it seems to be just another business opportunity and easy money. Somehow, you end up being swept into the world of the performing band when their lead vocalist takes a liking to you.

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[⭐️] yoon keeho / afab! reader [WIP]

genre fluff , comedy , written

warnings : cursing , consumption of alcohol

playlist.

TEASER.

+ Singles.

001. Easy bank.

જ⁀➴♡ phone in ᝰ.ᐟ

PHONING... 𓂃 ࣪˖ cool with you.

“You should try Volleyball, it's good for unleashing our negative emotions!” “Or I could unleash this arrow into your head?” “Well, that's not productive…”

An incident with your usual practice building leads to you having to share a space with the schools’ most infamous annoyances: the volleyball team. Although an unexpected kindness seems to bring you closer to a certain member, so maybe they aren’t so bad after all.

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[🏹] choi jiung / afab! reader [WIP]

genre. fluff , comedy , written

playlist.

TEASER.

+ Scoreboard.

001. Small inconvenience.

જ⁀➴♡ phone in ᝰ.ᐟ

PHONING... 𓂃 ࣪˖ In Bloom.

“This time, why don't you try something different?” “Like... a Sunflower?” “Like just being yourself.”

Working in a flower shop is fairly uneventful— that is until a boy comes in seemingly every week buying flowers for a new date. With each failed attempt, you can’t help but feel a little bad for the guy.

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[🪻] hwang intak / afab! reader [WIP]

genre. fluff , comedy , written

playlist.

TEASER.

+ Reserves.

001. A Bouquet for you.

જ⁀➴♡ phone in ᝰ.ᐟ

PHONING... 𓂃 ࣪˖ 36 flavors!

“It's summer and I'm stuck in an ice box with a guy who won't even look at me.” “I look at you a LOT so one of us gotta be lying.”

Taking up a summer job on the boardwalk at an ice cream shop, you’re most excited about the multitude of flavors to try. Oh— and your cute co-worker who you seem to fall for more and more every shift.

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[🧊] kim jongseob / afab! reader [WIP]

genre. fluff , comedy , written , friends to lovers

warnings : cursing

playlist.

TEASER.

+ Flavors.

001. strawberry with… gummy bears?

જ⁀➴♡ phone in ᝰ.ᐟ

PHONING... 𓂃 ࣪˖ Dealer, NO DEAL!

CHAPTER NINE: true (twitter) romance.

Beomgyu has more or less solidified himself as the plug for any and all student's needs. If you need anything, it's likely that he has it. When your new business endeavor interferes with his customer base, he does everything in his power to sort it out.

CONTENTS: fluff , comedy , smau , uni au , one sided enemies to lovers , drugs (obvi) + dumb humor

SUNDAY , 3:32 PM [FEED]

home. ★ previous. ★ next.

જ⁀➴♡ phone in ᝰ.ᐟ

rainy days. ⭒ drabble

There was always something sentimental about the rainy spring days you spent with and without Jake.

Somewhere on a sidewalk, he would hand it to you as your hands brushed.

An umbrella, your grip around it tightening as the rain beats down on his tanned skin. For some reason that you couldn’t quite place, he smiled.

The world would collapse around you as he fell into you for the first time, nose red and suddenly shaking in the cold.

You had a new found love for the rain after that and you found any excuse to dance in it, wondering if he’d rush to provide shelter for you once again.

Each and every time without fail, he’d meet you with that endearing smile and eyes that seemed to hold the world.

“What are you, crazy?!” He’d ask.

You’d simply shake the rain off at him as his arms wrap around you. Wet and stuck together, inevitably.

Somewhere on a bathroom floor lying among the ruins of your love, you’re trying to pick yourself up again.

And little do you know, somewhere in an old abandoned ship on a distant star— they've just heard your cry for the first time. Shaking and broken, something like your own heart.

If sound can go on forever: then why can't your love?

It was strange how you began to miss paw prints tracking mud inside as much as you missed the sun.

You fell asleep once more to the rain and the sun came to you in a dream— beaming down on you, sweeter than anything.

Maybe there was a chance that you’d meet in the next life, your brain had tried to convince you with a voice that you once knew.

One day he would woke up and with every breath, he’d thought of you.

When he said nothing went wrong with you both; you had just let go. But for him— you were eternal.

If you were to choose a season, you would go back to that Spring.

No matter how intimately you were sure that you had known him, you couldn’t quite figure out what he would choose. It wasn’t as if you could ask him anymore, maybe that was what left any answers up in the air.

If you were to ask him what he would choose: the golden dunes of summer, wild and free or the quiet breath of winter-trees bare and stark.

Would it be spring's flowers and her honeybees?

Maybe he would choose the same April showers you had cherished so deeply.

There was good in every season— how you swam in the ocean or walked in the park. How he would race you to catch the sunset before it grew dark in the fall.

What pages of the calendar would he mark? Would he choose the same?

By the time your eyes fluttered open, it was already daylight. Outside your window, it had been raining forever and then the sun came quietly back.

Arms wrapped around your waist where they belonged, head buried into your neck.

“You’re awake, already?” His voice was coarse and scratchy from having just woke up, but you could feel his smile against your skin.

With the sun having returned home and your heart full of light, you knew that you would still choose Spring: the season that he came back to you.

જ⁀➴♡ phone in ᝰ.ᐟ

other universes? ⭒ drabble

An afternoon train ride with Sunghoon brings up some interesting conversation topics as you think over the inevitability of your relationship.

“Do you think we know each other in every universe?” Glancing over at him from the book you had been flipping through, your eyebrows furrow together.

“You think there’s other universes? You don’t even care for ghosts, I never thought you’d believe something like that..” A hint of amusement was present over such a question.

“It’s just a question, why can’t you answer it? You’re deflecting!” Shaking your head, you brought a finger to your chin as if to show you were deep in pondering.

There wasn’t anything to really think about, you were sure you’d find each other in any lifetime but it was much more entertaining to tease him for such a strange question.

“Mm… maybe we’re aliens traveling on a ship together and exploring the stars or something?” Seemingly satisfied with the answer, he brought his coffee up to his smile to balance it between his lips before replying.

If you were to believe that in every so called universe, it’s your destiny to create beauty in this world then it was inevitable that you would find him in every one. To you, knowing him was the most beautiful thing you had done. The thought of saying something so cheesy made you sick.

“Or maybe we’re vampires cannibalizing our lovers.”

This time your eyes are open wide, brows lifted almost to your hairline. Though you didn’t know what to expect from him, that certainly missed the imaginary mark. Although, you’d just blame yourself for not assuming he’d say something so strange.

“Huh? Mines way more sweet, you’re so weird..” he just happily sipped his coffee, glancing out the window causing you to stifle a laugh.

He chuckled along with you and eventually, you were full blown laughing before your face contorted into something more of discomfort, a yawn escaping you.

The smile never left, him tilted his head slightly.

“Tired?” Nodding, you moved your books to the inside of your bag to free up your lap.

“It’s no big deal.” The eye bags under your eye gave away that wasn’t the whole truth, however and he rolled his eyes.

“Lying on stand is a crime.” The glare you shot him was worthy of being noted by judge, jury and his possible executioner but as you scrambled your mind for an excuse, all you could do was bite back another yawn.

“You’re ridiculous.” Before you could attempt to argue back once more, his own books were tossed to the side and he gently pulled you into him, head resting on his shoulder.

“You still take care of me though.” You rebuttal, finally finding a somewhat good argument.

It’s not like you could see but his brows lifted into defined curves and his cheeks flushed the slightest bit. It would be embarrassing if you were to see but in the end, he’d blame the sunlight attacking him through the windows.

It was regrettable that he was out of your line of sight now, knowing how his lashes flutter against the full of his cheeks as he now struggles to find his words for once.

“We take care of each other.” Is all he said. Maybe that was enough of a reason for you to quit teasing him, or maybe your tongue was dancing against the back of your teeth, lips parted as you try to find something to say to seal the moment.

And in some moments he had been so sweet, almost treating you with what felt like love. Sunghoon, who shapes your life with love and purpose, touching your heart ever so briefly with his weary hands and leaving it feeling a little more cherished than it was.

Eventually, you come back empty. Closing your eyes with a sigh, the heat of the sun warming you up.

“Goodnight, Y/N.” The tone was too sweet, so low as if it were only for your ears.

The heat taking over your face surely didn’t help, especially in the already beating sunlight where you couldn’t hide.

“It’s the middle of the day.” He chuckled again, shrugging against you gently.

“Whatever, it’s good if it’s with you.” Face contorting into something of a look of embarrassment, you refused to open your eyes.

“Sure, whatever you say… good day then, Sunghoon.” The strange accent you attempted to make caused him to cringe, looking out the window with full-blown eyes as if to pretend you were some stranger who had fallen asleep on him.

The love and admiration the two of you had could live in peace with your everyday life and for that, you were grateful.

જ⁀➴♡ phone in ᝰ.ᐟ

ETERNAL SUNSHINE. ⭒ TEASER

Long before when you’d known him, you were sure you’d already known love. In full bloom, completely hard to miss. An edge that you trip over and over each time without fail, like the pulse knows the tip of the blade before the cut.

The blood rushing to greet its serrated edge. It wasn’t with him, though— maybe that was the issue in the end.

When you have to choose between something that’s good and what’s right: more than likely you’ll go with what’s right.

Your relationship with Wonbin was right. He was everything that you needed, who were you to ask for anything more?

Maybe that was why you had grown so distant. To realize that you didn’t love him the way you loved him was a world-shattering realization.

With Theo, you’d seen the sun in every possible gradation of light; you would hear the birdsong beyond the rudimentary call and answer every single time for the simple fact that it was him calling.

Those times that you could distinguish between each cadence as it quivers through the air. When you would get so cold sometimes that it burns and he would give you his jacket without a second thought, like some sort of natural instinct. When the heat gets so bad your teeth start to shake from how harsh you’re biting down and he’d give you his fan while making fun of the circles under your eyes. It was easy to distinguish yet so scary to know— you should have opened up your arms to take this dark thing into the fold.

You should have taken this love and nurtured it— but you didn’t. Instead, you ran away for what’s right.

Wonbin was right. Your friends and family loved him, he treated you right for better or worse and you never argued. He had become that one person who you could rarely speak with and always find him right where you left him. You carried his smile with you like a talisman, as his arm constricted around you in a suffocating grip and you’d laugh along with his friends even when it didn’t feel good. Not as good as his.

For whatever reason, his presence in your life seemed to bring the promise of better days. So for that— you ran away from him— the good in hopes for something better. A newer future.

⭒ home. ➔ masterlist.

36 FLAVORS! ⭒ TEASER

Looking down at the fruit sorbet that was once frozen solid, it’s seemed to have become a melted mess in its’ shell. Depending on how you spun the orange, it could have looked like a heart. Unfortunately, that didn’t make it seem anymore appetizing.

In all of our lifetimes: there is always a before and after. You’ll experience the before, the between and the after.

Those days before now look beautiful to you: when every light is on in stark contrast to the blacked out street. While the shades are up, music playing to quiet the summer rain outside— you’ll close your eyes and hope to feel it all over again.

It’ll be those bright days when you can smell the salt of the sea in the air as you walked into that shop, wanting nothing more than you already had.

Even the harsh smell of cleaning products couldn’t distract you from the chirp of the bell and the way your breath was stolen from you for a moment as you made eye contact with him.

Wouldn’t it be ridiculous to fall for someone so quickly?

There was something about life by the sea that was seen as the idyllic life. The feeling of scorching sand between your toes or the whispers of the ocean in a seashell.

Maybe there was something simply beautiful about lounging around in bed all day in your pajamas petting animals, eating out of cereal boxes.

It feels much brighter on the outside of those four walls, though. Because life looks beautiful to you with his head thrown back, easy laughter spilling from his mouth. Your hands linked with a boy solely devoted to your happiness— his eyes on your lips and the messy residue of ice cream shared on your faces.

⭒ home. ➔ masterlist.

IN BLOOM. ⭒ TEASER

Working in a flower shop was maybe the most picturesque place you could have imagined yourself as a child. A simple yet pretty cliche that had become your daily life.

When everyday began to blend together, the shop had given you a gift.

Flowers were something everyone could appreciate— a kind gesture to extend congratulations or condolences, even a confession of love.

You’d watched hundreds of people come and go, witnessing the many different forms that love can take. There was love in mourning as well as love in hiding under the guise of friendship.

The two of you came together in March. Fumbling through his change in front of you, a clumsy smile on his face as he thought to himself how perfect the day was going to go.

Wishing him well, you push the encounter out of your mind without sparing a second thought to how beautiful he had been seemingly in love.

It was when he came back a second time, curiosity got the best of you.

That second time was also when you had realized just what kind of love he brought with him, a love for possibility.

That love was a question that never found an answer— a love that still hasn't.

His willingness to share his experiences, good or bad with a smile all the same had you clinging to one another like leaves to a tree, everything golden before the fall.

In this, your love came to light— a bird feathering her nest, spring in your heart, perched on a branch, singing an unfamiliar tune.

You were unsure if what had sparked between the two of you was love or just another trick of the light. In all his disappointments chasing for love, you wondered if there had been any girls left how you were, without him even knowing.

With arms open and waiting, waiting for the sun kissed promise of spring, never once doubting it would come.

⭒ home. ➔ masterlist.

cool with you. ⭒ TEASER

The players were annoying. Almost as annoying as the squeaking of their shoes on the gymnasium floor or the grating sound of spikes hitting the floor.

Eyes narrowed and focused, feet stood apart tall and determined as the arrow is pulled back to precision and then— an eruption of cheers as it slips just past its’ target.

Surely it couldn’t be your fault, it was just a flaw in your environment. A terribly annoying, loud distracting flaw.

That’s what you had told yourself but no matter how much you had tried to convince yourself, the inescapable truth was that it was your own lack of skill.

Maybe that was how you wound up sitting uncomfortably close to him on the nurses’ table, staring down at the bruises on your knees.

You’d expected some sort of taunt but instead were only met with the sound of shifting before something was being held out to you. A strawberry milk.

“For your… bones! Uh— for hydration! Gotta stay.. hydrated.”

For the first time in a while, you laughed. It wasn’t the incessant nagging or humiliation you had expected but instead some sort of meek attempt at caring for you, a complete stranger.

The peaks and valleys of your days, like the line of a pulse shooting up so high, you thought nothing would ever touch you again when he looked at you in that moment.

That day broke like a ray of sun on rain; hope that pierced your heart like an arrow, leaving you with an incurable ache.

⭒ home. ➔ masterlist.

True Romance. ⭒ TEASER

There’s an undeniable pull to the tour life. An exaggerated, glamorized version of what bands experience going from city to city and country to country in pursuit of their dreams to perform.

The flashing of cameras and the intoxicating cheers of the crowd— it’s needless to say that everyone had dreamed of being on the receiving end at one point.

It was exceptionally calling to those who read too much into everything, the ones who can't look at a word without seeing a poem. Stuck in their minds, daydreaming of the possibilities.

Promoting clubs and groups, you’d met hundreds if not thousands of them, just as delusional as the last.

Those who never see things as they are, only what they could be. You swore that you would never become one— yet that is exactly where you landed yourself, looking at him and all you see is love.

At first it was a song that came from nowhere, at the far back when the lights are dimmed. Then the bass boomed like a garden that was kept in secret, lights overtaking your senses.

By the end, you’d understood the want for blood. When you heard his voice, he was back to the sweet insistent singing from where it started as you understood what they’d all been cheering for so long.

Never had someone’s voice echoed so freely. Drawn from the well of his soul, you’d hoped he would always sing like that. Even if you were the only one who heard it, you were sure he would find other hearts that would sing along.

⭒ home. ➔ masterlist.

Lovers’ Roulette. ⭒ TEASER

The way grief blooms can only be compared to something like a flower: a heart-shaped wound that can never fully close, held together with a thin protective layer of stardust gathered through out time.

For grief to be unexpressed love: in its’ most painful yet pure form, always wanting more.

The only thing that cuts through love.

But what of the people who cause grief?

Those who stampede their way through, never bothering to look back toward the fault lines they’d left behind. The heartless abandoning the rest of them in the hourglass of their past and broken memories.

There are rules to these kinds of people.

Never think where you are or what comes next— let go of the need to know and everything tends to fall into place.

Know that it is okay to dream, to allow your higher self to take care of the rest as you wash the blood off of your hands. This is only temporary.

And if something— someone— is calling you, answer.

Even if it bursts out of your chest like a trapped bird set free, you must follow it.

When all of your instincts are kicking and fighting against you like a wild caged animal, allow those hands to calm the tremors and let the light in.

It may be the only time you’ll be able to bask in it.

There is always something between you and love. A closed door, an endless corridor. Flames burning higher and higher until they cover you whole.

Maybe in some universe you are under the lamppost at dusk, he can see you across the road, arms above your head waving hello with a smile.

Is it summer or are you still in spring? It wouldn’t matter then.

In his chest, something crashes hard as a head-on collision.

But in reality, you grow further away like gravity turned on its side, he is up, and you will always be down.

The feeling of falling you had forgotten and tried to bury beneath the years has reared its’ head.

“Do you see me still, my dear? Do you trust yourself now?”

“Does it make you smile to know you were right about me all along? Or somewhere deep down, does it kill you?”

⭒ home. ➔ masterlist.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀“⠀⠀BUZZ ! ⠀BUZZ ! ⠀BUZZ ! ⠀”

( — YELLOWJACKETS . ) TOMORROW X TOGETHER

warnings. ♱ (18+). lengthy series. gore. horror. cannibalism. cult activity. college au. swearing. vomit. humor. mildly suggestive. drug use. hallucinations and derealization. no smut. main character death. side character death. txt members as main characters. enha / lsf members & san of ateez as side characters and/or mentioned. jake and sunghoon are written as brothers. reader takes backseat for a while in the beginning.

disclaimer. ♱ this series is a complete work of fiction made for entertainment and i do not believe it reflects the idols represented in any way.

“⠀ ▇▇▇— ⠀⠀Please!⠀⠀If⠀⠀you ⠀⠀ save⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ him⠀⠀,⠀⠀ the⠀ ⠀others⠀⠀ will⠀⠀ get⠀ ⠀⠀ you! ”

TEASER.

i. BIRDS OF A FEATHER.

ii. Lightning Crashes.

iii. The Killing Moon.

iiii. Rescue Me.

iv. Bird In Your Teeth.

winding . . .

જ⁀➴♡ phone in ᝰ.ᐟ

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀“⠀⠀BUZZ ! ⠀BUZZ ! ⠀BUZZ ! ⠀”

( — YELLOWJACKETS . ) TEASER

warnings. ♱ (18+). lengthy series. gore. horror. cannibalism. cult activity. college au. swearing. vomit. humor. mildly suggestive. drug use. hallucinations and derealization. no smut. main character death. side character death.

The heart of winter beats still as the sound of hard breaths echo. Steady as he focuses, inhaling and exhaling to push himself to his limits.

The kind of darkness creeping that you only find thousands of miles from the warm, safe home you’re accustomed to. His eyes attempt to adjust as he’s hit repeatedly with the foliage he’s pushing through.

Light filters through boreal woods, giving him brief glimpses of the distance ahead.

Bare feet flying across snow-covered ground, branches lashing at filthy, blood-smeared arms and legs. A scream itches at the back of his throat but he lets nothing out.

Each gasp is a spectral apparition in the freezing air as screams of anguish and hunger echo through the woods.

Occasionally, a gust of wind sends a flurry of snowflakes against the crisp air and right into his face.

He bolts down an incline, when sudden he cries out, falling to his knees. A broken branch pierces his foot, nearly clean through to the other side.

Gritting his teeth, he rips it out and regains his footing, willing himself forward. Pushing through the pain.

Whatever you do— don’t let them catch you.

The woods abruptly give way to a large clearing surrounded by skeletal white birch. The boy halts to a stop at the edge of the glade, breath catching in his throat as he processes what he’s looking at.

Dozens of eyes carved into the surrounding trees. Around them, talismans hang from the branches, fashioned from bough and bone. Suddenly without warning, the overwhelming instinct to scream takes over as he lets out a strangled noise.

The air is filled with eerie, inhuman wails and as his own scream finally adds to the chorus of chaos— the woods fall completely silent.

Almost.

Somewhere behind him, a branch cracks, snapping him out of his terrified trance as he remembers where he is. Gritting his teeth and attempting to ignore the throbbing pain in his leg, he bolts.

And this time, they let him go.

His body pale in the fading light as he flies across the glade until suddenly— he disappears.

The snow-covered ground opening up beneath him, appearing to swallow him whole.

A figure in animal pelts emerges from the tree line, his face shrouded by the hood of his rough and matter coat. Breath haggard, he approaches the edge of the deep hole that was previously concealed by cover of snow.

A tiger trap.

As he kneels at the edge, peering down through the jagged maw of branches snapped by the runner’s fall, he stares down unmoving.

Splayed at the bottom of the pit. His limbs once swift were bent at terrible, unnatural angles, body imapled on thick wooden spikes.

The bloodied points protrude through his chest, his thigh, his face— now nothing but a gory mess from chin to brow. A small and familiar silver charm glints around her.

The hunter stands, seemingly satisfied. Then, as the furs of his coat part, revealing the tattered and torn soccer shirt.

જ⁀➴♡ phone in ᝰ.ᐟ

PHONING... 𓂃 ࣪˖ While You Were Sleeping. ⭒ drabble

Against your better judgement you find yourself always returning to him every single time, unspoken feelings lingering in the dark.

There were many times that you had woken up, bathed in the sunlight peeking through the window in a sick game of hide and seek. The settling realization of where you were: in a bed unwelcome, you begin to pick up your clothes as well as the pieces of your heart.

After the fourth or fifth time, you'll get into a routine. Firstly, returning the shirt you'd stolen incidentally in the entanglement you'd found yourself in the previous night. Secondly reminding yourself how you had gotten there.

Dreadful conversations over some cheap alcohol resurfacing in the morning light, a harsh shot of pain in your temple as you remembered the way you'd previously stumbled over your words. How easily he made you flustered when you'd swear to anyone who listened how much you hated him.

The familiar chorus of texts coming from your friends practically pleading for a response.

"Don't tell me you're with him again."

That familiar feeling of embarrassment creeps up again as you study his face in the dim light, the shadow of a curtain just barely covering it up. How peaceful he looked in the moment and for a second you allowed yourself to believe that he was yours, in the same way that you were his.

You slipped up, that was all it was you'd tell yourself as you recollected yourself in the mirror. As quiet as possible to not wake him up because for some reason, you didn't want to disturb his peace. As if somehow affording him that kindness would make up for your own sleepless nights at his hand.

If anyone were to ask where you'd been, you'd do your best to think of a lie. Something believable and not too quick-witted. It had to be plausible but not too ready on your tongue as if you had been thinking of an alibi, itching to convince yourself.

They'd ramble on and on about how much better you deserve as if you weren't lying in a bed of your own making.

A torturous dance between something and nothing.

The urge to run away from something new. A dangerous deadweight looming over your head and shoulders. Just one more kiss and you'd be done. One more night where you feel like his.

Sometimes the moon looked brighter than the sun to you. The hushed words he spoke to you in the moonlight were much more preferred to the silence of the early mornings when you knew he'd inevitably be swept away from you once more.

This time, though, was different.

The usual routine you'd followed each and every time suddenly melted away in the palm of your hands, slipping through the cracks like water as your hand hesitantly hovered over the doorknob.

A sticky note asking for something from you- after all he had taken and given. One simple request.

"What if this time you stayed?"

If only you had been aware of the nights he’d spent tracing circles against your skin, waiting until you were asleep to close his eyes.

How when he closed his eyes to fall asleep, he couldn’t stop thinking about you so long as you were near him. No matter how far away he had been he would always find his mind and heart returning home to you.

Wordless and defeated, you crawled back into the comfort of the familiar silk sheets. It was strange, new. The feeling of his arms winding around your waist had your head spinning as he pulled you close, burying his face into the crook of your neck.

This time, you had stayed. A simple favor from the heart beating so close to your own, bonded together by an unquenchable yearning for the other.

You would learn to be very gentle with this fragile heart and in return he would make sure that you never have another morning where you felt undesired.

જ⁀➴♡ phone in ᝰ.ᐟ

PHONING... 𓂃 ࣪˖ Take A Bite.

After his mysterious disappearance your friend returns with an apparent appetite for human blood.

જ⁀➴♡ wc 2k ✧ angst , vampire!ricky

warning. horror , unnamed character deaths mentioned , loosely inspired by jennifer's body

The last night you had seen him as wholly himself— when your world crashed into his, you belonged to no one.

The swelling in your heart the moment he walked you to your doorstep was swept under the rug, accepting his coat back from you with a smile you’d grown to know over the years.

By the time you collapsed into your bed, the sun was already on its’ way as you remained blissfully unaware of what had happened in the night.

Body throbbing to the faint music ringing in your ears and feet aching from jumping the whole night. The muscles in your cheeks beginning to tire from smiling so much at the tug of your heartstrings.

That was the moment before everything.

When you thought there was love— when you had yet to feel the full force of your reality.

Returning to school the next day, the dense forests surrounding only made you feel isolated as you sat in class, eyes fixated on where he sat— where he should be.

During chemistry you’d considered asking his friends but Matthew would shrug, offering the explanation that he’d simply fallen ill after an overstimulating night.

The school felt off, as if the walls had shifted somehow. Walking down the halls almost felt eerie in a way, the lingering question of where he was remaining.

To others around you, it might have seemed normal— but you knew that it wasn’t.

Ricky would never go out of his way to not respond to you, even if he was busy he’d make sure to share everything with you. Not a single day went by where you weren’t met with tons of notifications from him— photos of what he was eating or small updates through the day.

The silence was off putting to say the least.

Two days had passed when you heard a loud noise in the downstairs of your home.

Tapping away at your laptop, your eyes felt heavy as you hit the backspace over and over. Thoughts of Ricky continued to resurface as you brushed them aside, attempting to focus on your project in favor of your partner Wonyoung.

There was the faint noise— a thud. Everything seemed to still as you wondered if your ears were playing a trick on you, hand hovering over the laptop.

Another unmistakably eerie noise came from downstairs as your blood ran cold. Despite what your mind was telling you, you were dragged to your feet to go investigate.

Against your better judgement telling you to call someone, you found yourself slowly moving downstairs, the usual creaks of the old house echoing excruciatingly loud.

The sound was unsettling, almost haunting: the slow drip of water. One. Two.

It was barely audible yet chilling to the bone.

Your heart was pounding in your chest as the noise came again, a bit louder this time, as if beckoning you. Apprehension swirling within you, you felt pulled into the unknown depths of your own house.

If all your senses were heightened, attuned to every sound around you it didn’t help as all you could hear was your heart beating in your ears.

The old wooden steps creak beneath your weight and the sound paused for a moment, only to resume once you paused.

The darkness of the hallway ahead had fear creeping up your spine.

Finally moving to the kitchen, you felt like a lamb led to its own slaughter. With bated breath, you inch forward, footsteps barely audible against the carpet.

And then, there it is again—the eerie noise, louder now.

It's coming from just around the corner, just out of sight.

You take a deep breath and round the corner, heart pounding in your ears. As you inch closer to the source of the noise, the tension mounts, your senses on high alert.

The kitchen faucet leaking periodically, the breath trapped inside your throat finally escaped as you turned the handle, silencing it.

In the back of your mind, you knew that couldn’t have been all. Logically there was a reason behind the strange thuds you’d heard but regardless, your mind attempted to calm you by saying it’s all in your mind.

Turning, your heart stops for a moment as you’re met with somebody. Looking up at him, you let out a sound of relief.

“Jesus, Ricky!” He doesn’t answer.

The kitchen was only lit with the moonlight creeping in through the window, it took you a moment for your eyes to adjust before you recognized the outfit he was wearing. The same outfit you had seen him last.

The scent of metal hit you as you scanned over him, assisting in you finally noticing the amount of blood coating him.

“Ricky…” your voice was shaky, apprehensive and filled with worry. “Are you alright?”

The smell made your head spin, nausea settling deep inside you and he just smiled, teeth coated red.

Without answering, he ended up shuffling through your fridge before you could collect yourself.

Curiously, your eyes followed him as your feet kept you stuck almost like a prisoner in your own body.

He moved faster than you could even react, pushing food aside and out onto the kitchens marble floor before settling on a chicken.

Realizing what he was doing as he shoveled pieces into his mouth, the pit in your stomach simply tightened.

Clearly something had happened— he wasn’t acting rationally or anything like you’d seen before. Some sort of psychotic break you’d assumed had him behaving almost animalistic.

Anxiously, you kneeled down and extended a hand to his back.

“You’re not really supposed to…” your voice trailed off as you cringed at the scene. “Eat it like that.” You finished.

Teeth seemingly rotted as he devoured the raw meat, the realization washed over you that this wasn’t the Ricky you knew— that something had taken over.

For a split second you felt that there was a pleading in his eyes when he looked up at you, a small whine at the back of his throat itching to be let out like a caged animal but all you were met with was the animalistic growl he let out when he harshly pulled away from you.

Your attempt to call for help was put to a stop when you were pinned to the wall in a flash, hands pressed to your side in a vice grip as you felt the bruising already begin to form.

Leaning in, his voice was laced with a tone you’d never heard before. It wasn’t playful but sinister.

“Are you scared?”

All you could do was nod. He laughed.

That night was spent cleaning up all the waste off of the floor. Food carelessly tossed around, covering the floor along with the black substance he had thrown up made your own stomach churn as you’d lost your own appetite.

You weren’t sure how to proceed or even what had happened, the entire thing felt like a scene out of a horror movie.

Something had happened to him— whatever it was must had happened the night the two of you went out.

His stained clothes, hair tousled and knotted with blood drying on its’ tips. Maybe if you had invited him to stay over, you could have prevented whatever it was.

You began to blame yourself all throughout the night: you couldn’t deny it was all your fault.

In the end you had no one else to blame for your life falling to pieces: that’s what you assumed.

There was no way you could have known what he went through, heart racing through his chest as foliage flew back against his face. Feet prints in the mud exposing exactly where he’d gone.

Something was taking over or already had.

That night you’d barely gotten any sleep, project long forgotten as you perused the internet for an explanation or something to try and understand what had happened.

Vampirism— a ridiculous theory.

Maybe it was to absolve some of the guilt you felt— you’d try to reason with yourself and yet you’d always reach the same conclusion. That you could have done something.

Is pain any less valid when it’s self-inflicted?

Doesn't it hurt just as much?

Maybe you were selfish for being upset- maybe you were going crazy.

You were sure you had gone crazy because the next day, he walked down the halls looking just how you’d remembered.

The distraction from the previous night kept you on edge as you shuffled through your locker, trying to put away your books and ignore the heavy feeling of your eyelids.

The sound of the locker next to you swinging open alerted you and you jumped.

“Boo!”

“Jesus— fuck!” Hand on your chest, you tried your best to steady your breathing as you shot a glare at the person in front of you. “Seriously? Again?!”

Ricky was standing there, a smug look on his face. Unlike the previous night he looked put together. Skin perfectly smooth and hair cleanly, he looked a lot like how you were used to.

All you could muster up was a short response, somewhat in shock at his presence. “You’re.. here.”

Ricky gave you a confused look, leaning back against the locker. “Uh, yeah? Why wouldn’t I come?”

There was a beat of silence as you gave him an incredulous look. “Why— Why wouldn’t you come? Are you serious? Do you..” looking around, you leaned closer to him.

A look of mutual confusion crossed both of your faces. “Do you remember last night?”

Ricky was silent for a moment before rolling his eyes and looking in the opposite direction of you down the hall.

“What about last night?”

You furrowed your eyebrows. “What about—?! Bro— you puked venom all over my kitchen!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, did you hit your head or something?” His voice was lacking concern and your face fell for a moment.

“You wish I was with you last night.”

The way he carried himself felt only slightly off, like something was bubbling below the surface.

Shifting under his gaze, you began to consider that your mind was just playing tricks on you. Maybe you were hypnotized by some fabricated delusions and it was all a meaningless nightmare.

“I- um… maybe I’m just tired? Nevermind.”

Seemingly satisfied with that response, he smirked again. “You were really that bored without me?”

Embarrassed, you rolled your eyes as you shut your locker. “Seriously, Y/N. You’re helpless, you need to start doing stuff without me.”

Before you could open your mouth to argue against it, he threw his arm around your shoulder to drag you to class.

Leaning into your ear, you could hear the arrogance in his voice. “Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere.”

It would have been sweet like all the times he had shown you affection before, if only you didn’t feel his nails sinking into your shoulder.

Life in this town was dull and monotonous; but Ricky made things interesting.

The same could be said about your other friends but there was just something about him that stood out to everyone. Maybe it was his looks that drew you in but his personality made everyone stay.

To say that you were opposites was an understatement. You didn’t possess half of the confidence that Ricky did so when the two of you became friends in elementary school, mostly everyone was surprised.

There were moments his humanity would pop out again. You couldn’t quite shake the feeling that something isn’t right as he was sprawled out comfortably on your bed one moment then sitting up and glaring daggers at you the next.

One moment his voice would break the silence, the familiar gentleness that he used to speak with. “I wish we could've stayed kids, you used to love the softer me.”

It felt as if you were stabbed in the heart, an ache of nostalgia lighting inside you. You wondered if he felt unloved by you now, if he felt you pulling away from him or whatever he had become.

A few more days had passed and he had been acting strange again. Everything had been off lately— students were mysteriously disappearing and everyone was on edge.

Some were in mourning.

The first student to reappear was someone you didn’t know personally but knew of. Some guy from the football team seemingly torn and shredded to pieces like he was attacked by an animal.

It put you a bit on edge but you pushed any conspiracies out of your head, focusing your energy on anything that could keep theories from swirling around in your mind.

You couldn’t blame Ricky’s change in behavior lately, there must have been something to explain it. There was the underlying feeling from that nightmare you had swept under the rug.

Pushing yourself up on your elbows, you pushed your computer off of your lap to make room for him the way you used to.

A part of you wanted to make him feel loved but you couldn’t bring yourself to say it when it wasn’t true anymore. The Ricky you loved, whoever he was, this didn’t feel like him anymore.

Instead, you offered what you could.

“I think you still have that kid in you.”

Ricky paused for a moment, eyes trailing over your room to look at himself in the mirror. Bloodshot eyes narrowed as if mentally exhausted.

“Do I?” There was another beat of silence before he sighed, laying his head onto your now clear lap and looking up at you with a smile.

Reaching up a hand, he teasingly tapped you on the nose. Cringing, you shoved his hand away.

“Hm… maybe I do.”

Over the next few months, you’d gotten used to the change in Ricky. Or at least you tried to convince yourself that you were used to it, in reality your relationship had became a train wreck.

Ricky flaking on plans was unusual but your suspicion came back when he had told you he was going to hang out with a guy— only for said guy to come up a week later dead.

The more times it happened, it became obvious that it had to do with him. Anytime you tried to bring it up, he’d lose his temper and ice you out again.

Maybe it was because you found comfort in familiar places that you decided to let him convince you everything was fine.

Someone that you knew so well, he had changed.

“You’re killing people.” It sounded ridiculous to say out loud. The way he scoffed, brushing you off completely.

“Just some guys, it’s not like they’ll be missed.” This time it was your turn to scoff.

“You— that’s not your right to decide! What.. are you? I mean- what happened to you, Ricky?”

Groaning, he rolled his neck to crack it. “Can’t you just stay out of it?” The tone in his voice made your blood boil, as if he was looking down at you.

As if you were a fly annoyingly buzzing in his ear.

That was when the fight broke out.

“You know I’d never hurt you, right?” You knew that he was trying to convince you, but you could tell even he didn’t believe that.

He’d flashed the smile you missed so dearly and he pulled you in, hand cradling the back of your head so gently.

The pit in your stomach told you to run— but you didn’t.

Before you knew it, teeth had broken into skin, a sweet venom pulsating under his tongue.

It happened in a flash and you’d thrown him off. All he did was laugh.

There was so much anxiety in the moment— a hint of hope and faith that you had pushed away fast enough.

Some delusional belief that you were an exception, that you were fine. But it was all unnecessary.

Once you let your heart take over, it was already out of your hands. There was nothing you could do to change the fact that it would either work or it won't.

All you could think of in the moment was all the people you had watched die— how you’d knowingly pushed aside your morals to hold onto the ghost of someone who was taken far too early.

There was a time when you considered Ricky one of the brightest things in your life. The ring around your finger he gave you when you were younger, how you’d subconsciously turn it when you were anxious.

There were things you had chosen back in your lunchbox days: clocks to tell the time you’d spent with the heartbeat separate to yours. The heartbeat sitting across from you in the sandbox, drawing shapes on the ground.

The heart that had now gone cold, the heart yours would soon follow.

The items that made up your school days: pencils, erasers, and a book of blank pages with words written on sand through all the ages.

A spoon and bowl he’d brought when you were sick, a phantom meal or a family recipe for you to warm.

A cup to catch the rain— he’d empty half of his into yours to quench your thirst and dull your pain.

After that fight you were down to one, looking down at the tools littering your desk on a Monday night and you couldn't choose.

A knife and a picture of him.

You knew what you had to do to put an end to it all— the gruesome deaths and murders. To hold on to the last bit of humanity you had left in you, it had to be done.

Slowly, you were going to follow in his footsteps— but you’d finish it before you let that happen.

Whatever he had become, you didn’t know it anymore. A million questions remained unanswered but one thing was for certain: you wouldn’t let him hurt anyone again.

Wherever Ricky was now, you’d find him and end things.

Bloodlust and childhood memories were a bittersweet mix, forever bonding the two of you until your end. Although you were convinced that you would be bonded even beyond that.

Sandbox love never dies, after all.

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