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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
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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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