5:27PM : Your Head Is In His Lap, And He Strokes A Piece Of Your Hair From Your Swollen, Damp Eyes. You

5:27PM : Your head is in his lap, and he strokes a piece of your hair from your swollen, damp eyes. You look so small and vulnerable in his lap, little, silent sobs coming from your mouth and hiccups making your head bounce on his legs.

But Hyunjin can’t bring himself to care, because you look so broken. From your diamond tears to the bloodshot eyes that puff from the sheer amount of crying you’ve done, he thinks his heart breaks every time he looks at you. Clad in baggy, comfortable clothes and hair pushed messily back, you don’t care how you look around him, especially not at this moment.

All he can do is run his long fingers through your hair, the strands gently falling back with each stroke of his hand. He rubs your ear gently and scratches the skin behind it as he hears your cries calm, knowing it’s somewhat soothing you. Your breathing is still erratic, sure, but your eyes are opening and you're not shaking anymore. Anything is better than before, he thinks, and he uses his free hand to wipe some of your tears away.

Suddenly meeting your skin, he notices your face is way too hot. Of course it is, it’s the middle of July and you’re wearing the fluffiest, thickest tracksuit bottom and jumper you could possibly get. But he doesn’t dare move to fix it.

It’s as though you’re a sleeping kitten, little and precious and the dread of disturbing your slumber is greater than anything. Apart from the fact that you’re not sleeping, you're crying, and he can’t bare to leave you alone. You don’t deserve to be alone.

Making a mental note to sort out your rising temperature later, he quickly swipes his thumb underneath both of your eyes, hand softly moving down and cupping your jaw while his thumb rubs over the expanse of skin. Until he can feel that you have somewhat caught your breath, he continues like that, and then moves down to your own hand. There’s one that’s not gripping onto his shirt like it is the most important thing in the world, and he entwines your fingers with his.

You immediately squeeze it, and he smiles down sadly at you when you do it. However, your eyes are on the hand that’s linked with his, and the way he brings it up to his lips and presses a fleeting kiss to the soft skin. Hyunjin doesn’t think he has the capacity to worry about your breathing in this moment, as all he can think about is the fact that his heart is beating out of his chest and he might have a heart attack.

You’ve always been affectionate with each other but kissing your hand when you’re sobbing over your stupid ex who broke your heart? That wasn’t the close, friendly affection you were used to.

But the feeling of your hand loosening from his shirt takes his mind off of it momentarily, and he watches your every move. He sees the way your hand moves to his wrist, the one that is stroking through your hair, and removes it from where it is. However you don’t place it down like he expects. Without a moment's hesitation, you bring it to your own, puffy and red lips, and place the most heart warming, delicate kiss on his skin that he has ever felt.

You’ve both put together and shattered his heart in one small action, because he’s staring at you both confused and overjoyed, clueless as if he has no clue what to do next.

He doesn’t need to know, because you know for him. You know that he has had your heart for a long while, even if you caught on embarrassingly late, and that Hwang Hyunjin is your forever man. He’s the one who comforts you when you feel lonelier than ever, he’s the one who never fails to buy you a valentine’s day gift because ‘he doesn’t want you to be sad if you don’t get one’, and he’s the one who has helped you when you never knew you needed it.

There is no one else’s arms you’d rather be wrapped up in when you feel so lost, so you let the moment continue. Whatever you are, whatever you do. That can all come later. For now, you and him being there together is the only thing that matters, and you both know much rather live in the moment if that’s where you both were.

A post-identity reveal

Can you imagine a fic With Twilight and Thorn princess arriving exhausted and covered in blood?

For some reason their respective missions made them reflect on the crudeness of their work, a hint of remorse appears in their eyes. Twilight lies down on the bed, while his wife lies on his chest- Are we really doing the right thing? - It's mutual thinking.

Thron princess: Sometimes I wonder if the people I eliminate have a family, just like us. How many children have I left alone because of my work?

Twilight really doesn't know what to say. Perhaps, there is no correct answer, one that torments his wife less.

Twilight: I don't know. Surely those people have also taken from other people. But doing things we don't want to, for something we believe in... is something I admire.

He kisses her forehead gently, while her gaze was still lost, remembering how the bodies fell one by one, by the edge of her needle.

Thorn Princess: I suppose that... in order to maintain a peaceful life, others must stain our hands with blood....That's what I think

Silence takes over the room, the atmosphere is heavy and the stench of blood reaches their nostrils like an intoxicating perfume that both were forced to use that night.

It wasn't until he spoke again

Twilight: I believe that the true sin is not who gets their hands dirty or not... If not ignorance, that is the real cause for which many innocent people end up suffering and others are forced to fight against it.

And so remain, embraced, sleepy, resting from the harsh reality in each other's arms. Because they knew that no one else understood how difficult it was to move on... Only themselves

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bachiwrld

3 years ago

ahh, this is so good I'm proud of u Elly🥰🥰

HAPPIER IN OUR MEMORIES. (SJY) | 너의 기억속에 나 (심재윤)

❝i’m selfish, i know, i can’t let you go. so find someone great, but don’t find no one better. i hope you’re happy, but don’t be happier.❞ — happier by olivia rodrigo

KOREAN TITLE: 너의 기억속에 나 (meaning: the ‘me’ in your memories)

SYNOPSIS: As the clock ticked further towards your fate that was set in stone, the further the one you loved seemed to drift away from you. But who was really the one walking away?

GENRE: angst, non-idol!au, ill-fated lovers.

PAIRING: sim jaeyun x fem!reader.

WORD COUNT: 4.8k words.

WARNINGS: mentions of illnesses, descriptions of depressive thoughts, possibilities of cheating, thoughts about falling out of love.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: this is my first ever fic and i am needlessly scared JDJSJS also please don’t ask why my first draft is so dark, i don’t know why either hELP (/j). i’m still trying to improve my writing, so advices and feedbacks would really help!! beta reader credits to my wife @yunascular and my godparent @terrytaehyunnies !! — with love from the owner, elly.

“Miss (Y/N).”

The stern voice of your nurse snapped you out of your daze. Your fingers pushed the scrapbook in your hands to a close with a small ‘thump’, your weak (E/C) irises met her brown ones. Despite her previous tone of voice, Nurse Kim seemed to soften her gaze on you as she placed a glass of water on your bed stand. You could hear the sound of her pouring your dose of pills for today too; it was a noise that you despised because it served as a reminder of your present. Not just that, but the hospital gown on your figure and the ticking of the clock… all of them. But, there was only one thing that could bring you solace.

“Is Jake here yet?” The sentence almost felt like a routine to you, the excitement in your voice didn’t do a good job at hiding itself. Nurse Kim must’ve thought the same as she chuckled. “I’m sure he will arrive soon enough.”

The presence of your lover by your side was the only thing that kept you going. Would it be an understatement to say that he was the sun to your world? He would’ve laughed at you if you ever told him that. But truly, you weren’t exaggerating.

Jake was there for you at the night of your school’s prom. He was there when you snuck out of your bedroom to go out with him at night. He was there when you lost consciousness for the first time in class. He was there when the doctor told the both of you about your brain cancer, a terminal illness. He was there when you realized you had little to no time left to live. He was there when you cried and cursed out your fate. There were more — yet, your constant headaches always prevented you from recalling everything — but you knew one thing. It was the fact that Jake had always been there for you.

“Please remember to take your medicine, Miss (Y/N).” Nurse Kim sent a last reminder to you before bidding you goodbye, not wanting to disturb your private visit with your boyfriend. You nodded with a hum, yet the glass of water and pills were left abandoned on the stand. Fingers eagerly tapping on your bed at the same pace as the singular clock ticking on the wall of your room, all you wanted right now was to see Jake. You wondered where was he right now? What did he do today? How was Layla? Gosh… you were just so in love with him, weren’t you?

And that was why it hurt the most when slowly, you began to realize that something was off.

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