Most of these are fics or something. I either write too much or not enough, there's no in between.
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WFM: IIII
It wasn’t even half way through autumn and it already felt like the city had fallen to an ice age. The mornings brought frozen dew on top of cars and packed the ice even tighter on the wooden benches that sat every hundred meters or so on each sidewalk. Nobody would even dare try to crush it off. Suga still stuck to the same boring stance he usually had, the only difference is his arms shivered slightly whenever he would put his hands together and let out a breath to warm them up. No one knew what went through his head when he decided it was still a valid idea to go to the park and skate. He probably thought the weather would change in
Wait for Me
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Foto: Ch 4
Strands
It was Wednesday morning and Myungsoo had taken the day off completely from work and school. Buried somewhere between all the junk on his bed wrapped around his blue sheets. Sungjong had already left to his university only a few hours ago so there was no music coming from the bottom floor, and Jinri said she’d be out getting their groceries until it was evening. Apart from that, everyone else on the floor was fairly quiet during the late mornings. This was the kind of day he needed after what had seemed like the longest time. Sleeping in was just amazing, it didn’t matter a single bit what kind of person you were or what y
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Foto: Ch 3 by zhaleys, literature
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Foto: Ch 3
Smoothies and a bad personality
Sharp air hit Myungsoo right on the forehead and his eyes quickly became dry. Someone was grabbing and tugging at his hand without permission, he didn’t know where he was going, and was on top of that he was stuck with this stranger/photographer he had planned to fight or something. They kept up and power walked down 3 small blocks, a small alley around a corner that Myungsoo didn’t know existed, and up three steps to another sidewalk. His lead finally took a stop near some place that had the same type of door as the barber shop.
“Don’t just grab my arm that way! Have you ever heard of
To some accidental beginning
Myungsoo x SungyeolBAM! Myungsoo’s head slammed hard with the rest of his body following behind on the cold polished floor. The blankets dragged along from the top of the bed down with him and wrapped around one of his legs, then his waist. What a way to wake up on a Monday. A monday! L’s memory suddenly recalled what was supposed to happen today and stood up, only making his feet knot even more around the sheet, falling again in misery. He manages to stand back up properly and furiously grab his alarm clock.
“9:56. I am so fucked!” he screamed, unaware that his next door neighbor, Jinri,
It wasn’t even half way through autumn and it already felt like the city had fallen to an ice age. The mornings brought frozen dew on top of cars and packed the ice even tighter on the wooden benches that sat every hundred meters or so on each sidewalk. Nobody would even dare try to crush it off. Suga still stuck to the same boring stance he usually had, the only difference is his arms shivered slightly whenever he would put his hands together and let out a breath to warm them up. No one knew what went through his head when he decided it was still a valid idea to go to the park and skate. He probably thought the weather would change in
Maybe it had been two months. No, it was more like a few weeks. He didn’t know and wasn’t out to find out, but the atmosphere was so much less tense between the boy next to him. At first it was overwhelming, I mean, it still is, a bit. His presence was becoming natural. Expected. It’s as if they had spent their entire teenage years waiting at this stop when really it hadn't even been a month.
Suga wouldn’t talk of course, at least, not without hearing him speak first. Still, he was sure that Jimin--yeah he got the name this time-- knew the type of person he was to not bother him so often. It was like his sharp glances
That weekend Suga didn’t think about anything except sleep, which was also the main thing he also did. So late he had arrived and stayed that other day that he didn’t notice how dark the sky had gotten once he took the bus back home. It was one of those months were the sun would linger in the sky longer than it should’ve, or at least you’d expect it to. The boy didn’t come into his mind either. Once they had actually gotten in the bus Suga could hide himself in some section of the seats, but that didn’t seem necessary as the boy seemed to do that before he could. He completely lost him when he arrived to th
Suga finds himself drawn to an unexpected companion at the bus stop.
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Rigged strokes lined the asphalt forcefully as Suga jumped out of the bus with his skateboard. The gray smoke would come out on the door’s side and fill his lungs involuntarily, he started to cough. Thankfully the wind that came as the bus departed cleared the air around him. He balanced the skateboard on his right hand and started walking.
Usually he wouldn't have taken it this late in the evening, but there wasn’t enough change on his counter, so he resorted to withdrawing money from his card which rarely h