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We've lost a beautiful, honest soul today. Jonghyun was someone that held a special place in my heart. I could never really call myself a Shawol. But I was definitely a fan of who these boys were and the amazing, talented beings they are.

This is really hard for me, as it must be for a lot of you. But most especially his family, his friends and colleagues. It’s not much but my prayers go out to everyone suffering through a painful lost.

Jonghyun had a voice that could resonate in one’s soul and make them feel every emotion he poured into his songs. Depression is a demon. One that I‘m quite familiar with and to hear that someone I looked up to lost his battle and might have taken his own life is very, very... difficult. 

The signs were there, I just wish that I could’ve reached out to him before it was too late. But, I firmly believe that the good die young.

Jonghyun was angel in his own right and someone the world didn’t deserve. His passion, emotion and empathy to people were outstanding. I’ve yet to find someone so open with his beliefs and feelings and translated them into such breathtaking songs like Jonghyun. He really is one of a kind.

I am shattered over this news but at the same time, I hope that wherever he is now, he is at peace. 

To anyone and everyone who is going through difficult times, please seek out help. If you feel like you’re alone please, I am here for you. I am genuinely concerned about your wellbeing and want to help you any way that I can.

I will never stop listening to their beautiful songs. I will never forget you Jonghyun. I hope you're back in heaven where you belong.

Don’t try to push this news away. I know it’s hard, but take it, embrace it, cry over it and never forget what Jonghyun stood for. Don’t let your memories of him be tarnished. 

Hear his voice and never forget

Listen to their legacy and never forget.

This is fluffy, a bit cheesy, had to revise it a couple of times, kinda fast-paced?? and is kind of long bc mingyu is one of my many bias wreckers in svt lmao here’s your request @nqseo !!! i hope it’s alright. sorry for the long wait!!

- Admin Mabel

(Note: (SCH/N – school’s name)

When school finally ended and summer vacation rolled in, you received a lot of invites from classmates to go out and enjoy the break before the new semester. Bowling, beaches, movies, road trips, you name it—they wanted you to come with them.

Unfortunately for them, you had different plans.

Instead of basking under the sunlight, playing beach volleyball in a bikini, and getting a tan, you decided to just stay at home, binge-watch all the TV shows you missed, eat, sleep, eat more, and also, visit the local library that was just a few blocks away from where you live.

Sure, you wouldn’t exactly consider your plans as fun summer activities, especially the library part. However, you preferred the smell of old books over the smell of salt water. The air-conditioned library was more appealing to you than the scorching hot atmosphere of the beach. The sounds of pages turning caused more goosebumps than the sounds of waves crashing by the shore.

Plus, you enjoyed the silence since nobody really goes to the library unless it’s exam season. Sometimes, you hogged the entire place all to yourself. The librarians don’t mind because they already know you; you visited enough for them to know all about you and even greet you casually when you enter the place.

Beach volleyball might be fun but you still prefer the dull silence over the screaming crowds.

And so, here you are one fine Wednesday morning, sitting at the head of a long table at the corner of the air-conditioned library with a book in your hands.

You were down to the last few pages. You were on your toes. You could feel a dozen emotions stir up inside you all at once—anticipation, suspense, even a bit of sadness because you were almost finished with it. The story was so good; the plot was well thought of and the characters really got to you.

Just when you were about to finish the last paragraph, the library doors swung open, catching you and the librarians by surprise. Who else visits the library other than yourself? You looked up from the book and oh my God, your lips parted at the sight of a really tall, really attractive boy.

Donning a simple white tee, a pair of lightly faded jeans, and sneakers, he walked towards the librarian’s table with his hands in his jeans pockets. He exchanged a few words with the head librarian with him nodding every few seconds.

‘What am I doing?’ You snapped out of your trance and proceeded to finish the book in your hands. You released a contented sigh after reading the last sentence; it ended happily, which calmed the raging emotions inside you. You stood up and walked over to the shelves to return the book to its original location.

When you placed the book back on the shelf and looked for a new one to read, the boy you saw earlier stood a few meters away from you. It took a lot for you to not drop whatever it was you were doing and just stare at him. You sneaked a few glances, just out of curiosity because come on, why would an attractive boy be here when he could be somewhere else, enjoying the summer sun?

You finally forced yourself to stop looking and just settle your gaze on the shelves.

But at the corner of your eye, you knew he was sneaking glances at you too.

You did not look straight in his direction at all. You kept repeating the same mantra in your head. He won’t talk to you. He won’t talk to you. Calm down.

“Um. . .excuse me.”

Ah, shit.

“Yes?” You spared him a glance. Up close, he looked absolutely breathtaking but you didn’t want to make it obvious that you’re in awe.

“Do you happen to know if this book has a happy ending?”

He raised a book in front of your face.

At the sight of the title, you restrained the urge to snort. Instead, you settled with nonchalant response. “Well, if you consider character death a happy ending then, yes.”

He looked taken aback.

“I. . .I don’t.”

“Thought you’d say that.” You flashed him a grin and continued to look at the book titles in front of you. Despite your attention diverted, you could still see him fumble over the different book titles with his face scrunched up in confusion.

He picked up another book written by the same author and a different one; both with endings you knew were far from happy. You guessed he was drawn by the vibrant covers and assumed he didn’t really have experience when it comes to picking books. He barely looked at the synopsis at the back and casually tucked them underneath his arm.

When he turned to your direction, you focused your eyes back on the shelves.

“Excuse me. . .again.”

He raised both books and was about to open his mouth when you beat him to it, again without returning his gaze.

“Both are really sad. The one on your right is about broken dreams. The one on your left is about unrequited love. Pretty sure your friend wouldn’t want any of those.”

“My friend. . . How’d you know they’re for a friend?”

“Well, if you’re picking them out for you, you would know which would suit your taste after reading the synopsis at the back of the book.”

He blinked a few times before turning the books over to view the synopsis.

You resisted the urge to chuckle at how much of a puppy he looked—like a little Labrador with a really lost expression on his face. You decided to finally end his misery by picking out a book from the shelves in from of you.

-

“Here.”

Mingyu snapped out of his reverie and looked up from the synopsis he was reading.

You had shoved a book in his face.

He blinked a couple of times, blindly returning the ones in his hands back in the shelves, before adjusting his gaze on the cover in front of him.

“Happy ending. Kinda romance but focuses more on friendships. Tragic backstory as per usual when it comes to this author but the characters are extremely likable. And if your friend enjoys sarcastic humor, they’d like this a lot, I guarantee. It’s really, really good. I read that three, four times already.”

Mingyu held the book in your hands, astounded by the way you spoke about it.

“Anyway, if you’re going to take it, head over to that table over there.” His eyes followed where you pointed at. “The assistant librarian will give you instructions on how to check it out, since I’m sure you haven’t borrowed a book before.”

You picked out a book from the shelves and held it close to your chest. Mingyu figured it was for yourself. After all, he caught sight of you reading earlier when he walked in.

You continued talking. “Since it’s a fiction novel, you can probably return it in two weeks’ time. If you need an extension, just inform the head librarian.”

Mingyu nodded slowly. “Thank you.”

You shrugged. “No problem. I hope your friend enjoys the book. Excuse me.” You bowed politely, dismissing yourself from the conversation, and walked back to the tables.

Mingyu took in your entire appearance as he unconsciously followed you. Sure, you weren’t exactly like those drop dead gorgeous females you see on billboards and magazines but Mingyu just can’t help but stare. He felt drawn to you; he didn’t know why. Maybe because you didn’t looked phased when he spoke to you.

Not to brag but he knew just how good-looking he was. This made talking to girls a very difficult task since some of them wouldn’t even respond and just creepily ogle at him. You, however, did not appear fascinated by him. It was as if his appearance wasn’t that out of the ordinary—as if you had seen more good-looking guys than him.

A tiny pout formed on his face while he thought of this. Had you seen a more attractive guy than him before? Or worse, were you no longer single? The latter sounded more horrifying to him than the first.

“Aren’t you going to check that book out?”

Again, he snapped out of his thoughts and found himself standing in front of you once more. You looked at him with an amused smile on your lips but Mingyu mistook it as you judging him. He stuttered an apology before speed-walking to the assistant librarian’s table.

When the assistant librarian gave him instructions, Mingyu simply stood there. The words passed from one ear to the ear. He knew he should be listening but instead, he turned his head slightly to glance at you and enjoyed the sight of your pursed lips and furrowed eyebrows as you continued to read.

“And also, come back anytime. We barely get any visitors nowadays since it’s no longer exam season.”

Mingyu returned his attention quickly to the assistant librarian and nodded fervently. The latter continued to talk he barely paid attention to the rest of the sentences that followed. The only thing that stuck in his mind was “Come back anytime.”

Oh, he will.                  

And he did.

-

Mingyu kept on coming back to the library in hopes of seeing you again and hopefully, hold a proper conversation with you (or maybe even ask you out on a date, probably).

Sadly, he only managed to catch you twice within a span of a month; the first was when you passed by each other directly outside the library but he wasn’t able to talk to you because you were arguing with someone on the phone. The second time was when he found you at the check-out counter but again, he wasn’t able to talk to you because you were in a hurry.

The poor boy really wanted to talk to you but it seemed like fate didn’t want him to get his way.

But Mingyu was determined.

One day, he finally had the bright idea to ask the librarians about you. He figured they’re bound to know something about you since you’re a regular. And he was right; your name is (Y/N), you’re a student at (SCH/N), and you’re staying at your school’s dorms for the summer for reasons unknown. You’ve been visiting the library ever since you transferred schools but the visits weren’t as frequent, compared to now.

“Do you happen to know when she’ll come back?”

The librarians told him your schedule had never been consistent. Maybe it had something to do with working at a part-time job or visiting family members or just staying at home.

Mingyu felt his hopes deflate. How will he ever get the chance to talk to you properly?

The librarians must have noticed the sad expression on his face and felt bad for him.

“You could leave your number here and we’ll call you if she comes.”

His excited, hyperactive puppy personality returned immediately after hearing the suggestion. He left his name, address, number, and was even about to write down his schedule (since he still had dance practice to do over the week) but the librarians managed to stop him before he went overboard.

After leaving his information and expressing his immense gratitude to the librarians, he waited.

He managed to receive a call from the library one Saturday night, which greatly surprised him. There was no way you’d be at the library at 9 in the evening, right?

But you were.

And Mingyu ran.

-

To say you were surprised when the attractive boy from a month ago burst into the library doors would be an understatement.

To say you were surprised when he beamed at you before walking towards your table would be an even bigger understatement.

To say you were surprised when he sat down directly in front of you and introduced himself with a huge charming smile would be the biggest understatement of all.

“Hi. I think we’ve met before. I’m Mingyu.”

“Hi, I’m (Y/N).”

And that’s how it started.

-

“Mingyu, if you’re not planning on at least touching a book, leave.”

“You’re making it sound like you don’t want me here, (Y/N). But that’s obviously a lie, of course. You like having me around, right?”

You looked up from your book to stare at him with a deadpan expression. You scoffed at the sight of his wide, puppy eyes and brought your hand to his face. You flicked the space between his eyebrows with your fingers.

“Ow!” He recoiled in exaggeration as he rubbed the now red spot. “What was that for?”

“For being a huge dork. God, why did I become friends with you again?”

The scowl on the male’s face morphed into a toothy grin as he plopped his elbows on the table. He leaned his cheek against his palm and batted his eyelashes; it was something he usually did when he wanted to tease you—something you learned over the course of your friendship.

“Because you can’t resist my attractiveness.”

“Keep sputtering nonsense like that and I’ll punch you.”

He raised his hands in mock surrender. “No need to be violent.”

You rolled your eyes and returned to your book.

It had been almost five months since the night you were formally introduced to the attractive lamppost called Kim Mingyu. Frankly, you didn’t expect to see him again, much more actually become really close friends with him.

You never believed him when he told you his reason why he suddenly appeared in the library on that Saturday night. He said his friend forced him to go out and get another book but when Mingyu saw you, he made a beeline towards you instead. He thanked you, on behalf of his friend, for the wonderful book recommendation and insisted for more since his friend ‘asked’ him to.

“He specifically wanted more book recommendations from you,” informed Mingyu in a slightly bitter tone. He had also muttered a few things under his breath but you paid no attention—you were too astounded by his presence that time to notice.

He then asked about your extensive book knowledge. It really intrigued him. How were you able to remember the story plots with much detail?

So you explained. Hesitantly at first because come on, he might be attractive but he’s still a stranger. But as the conversation dragged on, the more you grew comfortable with him.

Mingyu found out that when you were little, when your mother discovered that you finally knew how to read, she bought a ton of children’s novels for you. You never stopped reading those novels even until you entered middle school. You slowly transitioned to  more adult content when you entered high school and began to read outside the fiction genre.

You developed a habit of writing down the titles of the books you read and placing them in a jar so by the time you entered college, you had filled two big jars with book titles and a third jar already halfway full. When you were bored and didn’t want to read a new book, you’d simply get a book title from that jar and reread that certain book.

And as multitalented as he is, Mingyu knew he couldn’t be as amazing as you when it comes to literature. It had been a problem when he accidentally mentioned your name after giving Wonwoo the book he borrowed. The latter showed much interest in the girl who recommended the book to him and it caused something to stir inside the taller male.

At that moment, Mingyu immediately called dibs.

“But you don’t even read fiction. If she’s that interested in books like you say she is, you’re going to have to started reading the books she likes so you’d have something to talk about.”

And because of this, Mingyu showed up three days after that Saturday night and asked for another book recommendation. He was thankful that he managed to catch you. When you gave him another book ‘for Wonwoo to read’, he read it himself.

He was immersed in the plot and the characters. He felt a rollercoaster of emotions after turning the pages. He was captivated by the way the author strung up the sentences and formed well-constructed paragraphs. He then understood why you loved books so much.

And so, he continued to borrow books.

This cycle went on until the end of summer. You two grew closer every time Mingyu asked book recommendations from you for ‘Wonwoo’.

He still made the excuse of ‘Wonwoo wanting another book’ since he was too shy to admit that he started reading fiction because of you. 

That was until one day, in the midst of picking yet another book, he nonchalantly (but was freaking out on the inside) asked you out for lunch.

And, without thinking much about it, you said “Yeah, sure.”

-

He took you to a small café a few blocks away from the library. The lunch date—if you wanted to call it that—went really nice. The atmosphere wasn’t awkward at all; you talked about the most random things, picked on each other and each other’s food. You called him nasty when he sneezed and didn’t cover his mouth and he called you clumsy when you almost spilled your glass and he caught it just in time.

You liked it a lot.

But you weren’t sure if you liked him. Was it still just a crush or did you finally develop actual feelings for him? You didn’t know. . .

. . . until he pulled out the most recent book you recommended to ‘Wonwoo’ and gave it to you.

When you stared at him in confusion, he simply gave you a shy smile and said. “Page 245, second to the last paragraph.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You actually read it?

“Just do it, dummy.”

You released a slightly irritated “hmph” and turned to the page.

When he noticed your eyes on the passage, he started to quote it.

“We were never just friends. We spoke words only we understood—shared gazes only we reserved for each other. We knew had something beautiful, magical even, but we were too afraid to make it known. We had a strong friendship, but it didn’t stop there. Because really, you can never be just friends. . .”

“. . . with someone you’ve fallen in love with.” You finished the paragraph quietly. You chewed on your bottom lip before finally staring back at his beautiful face. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

He shrugged nonchalantly, as if he didn’t just do a completely cheesy way of confessing. “I don’t know. You tell me.”

You chuckled at his response. With a toothy grin of your own, you rested your cheeks on your palms and placed your elbows on the table. “To answer that, I quote page 200, second sentence of the fourth paragraph.”

With raised eyebrows, he took the book from you and flipped to the page. When his eyes finally landed on the sentence, his lips parted slightly. He looked up at you and, with his signature smile on his lips, leaned forward to rest his forehead on yours.

Soooo this is my first work here on this blog. Haven’t written a really intense angst oneshot yet so I don’t know if this is any good??? but I hope you’ll enjoy this, anon! 

- Admin Mabel

(Note: (S/N) - your sister’s name)

The dining table was filled with lively, excited chatter. The clangs of utensils against plates, loud incessant laughter, the clinking of glasses together, and more laughter filled the atmosphere.

It had always been like this during your family reunion. Your relatives from your mother’s side usually gathered once a year at your grandmother’s place to catch up on things they had missed over the months. From the weird aunts and uncles to the cousins you haven’t met before, you can never recall a time when there’s someone absent during this day.

But even though this occasion is considered happy one, you don’t particularly like it. You were aware of the fact that most of your relatives on your mother’s side tended to boast about the achievements of the members of their family. Those who did well in certain things like academics or sports or life in general received most of the praise. Those who were average or did nothing of the sort never received anything, which was okay for the most part.

However, you can never really predict what’s going to happen during these reunions. You knew that one day, someone will get embarrassed because really, your relatives were that harsh.

Unfortunately, you didn’t expect that day would be today.

And you didn’t expect that unlucky person to be you.

“I can’t believe you’re engaged!” one of your cousins gushed. This brought everyone’s attention to the person sitting to your right—your younger sister, by a year.

“Well, believe it!” (S/N) exclaimed happily as she raised her hand, showing off the diamond ring on her finger.

The rest of your cousins voiced out their amazement with oohs and ahhs. You couldn’t help rolling your eyes at this but nonetheless, smiled at your sister’s ecstatic expression.

“How long did you guys date?” asked another cousin.

“One year!”

“A year and you’re already getting married! You work quick, dear.” One of your aunts raised a thumbs-up, earning a round of laughter from the rest of your family, including you.

However, your chuckles were cut off when aforementioned aunt turned to you. “How about you, (Y/N)? You and that boy. . .what’s his name again?”

You knew something bad was going to happen when the attention transitioned to you. You licked your lips, feeling your throat dry by the second.

“Soonyoung, auntie.” Your sister supplied your boyfriend’s name since you didn’t respond immediately.

“Ah, yes, that idol, right? How long have you been together?”

“About three years, going four this month.” Despite being hesitant, you were finally able to reply. You knew where this conversation was going. And you didn’t like it. Not one bit.

“That’s long enough. He should’ve asked for your hand in marriage by now.”

You laughed uneasily. “Ah, I’m in no rush.”

“Nonsense! Your younger sister is getting married in two months and yet you’re not even engaged yet? Does the boy even have plans on marrying you?”

“Now, now.” Your mother looked at your aunt disapprovingly. “You shouldn’t rush these things. Let them  marry when they are ready. Besides, (Y/N) has her priorities and I’m sure Soonyoung has his priorities too.”

“Sounds to me that (Y/N)’s not his priority.” Your cousins snicker among themselves.

Your heart panged at the sentence but you refused to show it in your expression. You look at them blankly.

When they notice you staring at them, they continue their jabs. “We’re only messing with you, cousin. But then again, he’s a famous idol, after all. They don’t usually get married because they’re more focused on their work.

“It’s a miracle that you two are still together now.”

“They’ll break up soon, probably.”

“You should tie the knot before he decides to live the bachelor life forever.”      

“Hey, don’t say such things!” your sister raised her fork at your cousins. “It’s their relationship. If (Y/N) says she’s in no rush then let her be! Right, (Y/N)?”

You don’t respond. Instead, you look down at your hands.

Does Soonyoung even want to marry me?

-

A few days passed after the reunion and yet you still pondered about the question that was brought up. Your mother apologized to you on behalf of your rude aunt but you simply assured her that you weren’t bothered at all.

That was a complete lie.

You were bothered and you grew increasingly paranoid when you texted Soonyoung after the reunion and he hadn’t replied. He didn’t even go home to your shared apartment that evening. You only found out why when you texted Seungcheol and asked. Turns out, Soonyoung stayed over at the boys’ dorms because he wanted to continue making a new choreography for an upcoming live stage performance early the next morning.

You knew your boyfriend had the tendency to forget telling you these things. You already scolded him about this during the early stages in your relationship. It was the reason you had your first fight, which led to you staying over at a friend’s house and not answering any of his calls for days. You made up after he showed up at your friend’s house and begged for his forgiveness. He had promised to tell you ahead of time if ever he plans on staying at the dorms.

Now that he broke his promise, coincidentally during the time you were doubting a possibility of a married life with him, you began to see things differently when the next couple of days rolled over.

He had not replied to any of your texts, called only to apologize for his lack of response and promised to make up for them but ended up staying longer at the dorms without informing you yet again. You visited him during your day-off but he barely interacted with you unless he needed water and a towel, which you had supplied like the supportive girlfriend you were.

And when he did go home with you, he immediately slept without eating dinner, saying he was really tired and needed as much rest as he can. Even in bed, he barely touched you; not even a hug or a kiss goodnight. In fact, when was the last time you spent more than a minute in each other’s arms?

You could no longer remember.

But you knew just how exhausted he was. This year’s comeback was one of the greatest comebacks SEVENTEEN has had so far and you knew all of the members worked day and night to make that happen. Plus, your boyfriend was the performance leader; everything that revolved around their performances relied on him.

You were aware of your duties as a girlfriend. But really, the question nagged inside your head so many times that you just had to ask him one lazy Saturday afternoon.

You were both on the sofa, just lounging around. The TV wasn’t on so you just sat there; Soonyoung had his eyes closed and his head leaned back while you twiddled with your thumbs in anxiousness. You wondered if it was a good time to ask, but you were doubting it.

‘How should I do it? Should I tell him about the reunion or should I ask him directly?’

When he suddenly spoke amidst your pondering, you almost had a heart attack.

“What are you thinking about?”

You shook your head quickly. Too quickly to erase any suspicion. “Ah. . . nothing.”

He hummed. “Doesn’t look like nothing to me.”

After hearing his words, you chuckled. You wondered how he always knew when you had something on your mind. Maybe you were obvious, maybe he’s a mind reader. Who knows. It had always been like that.

You decided it was the perfect opportunity to ask so you just go for it. “What. . .what do you think about marriage?”

You expected him to look at you, take hold of your hands, and maybe even ask you to marry him right then and there because that’s what usually happens in the dramas you’ve watched. However, how he reacted was something you didn’t expect at all.

He sighed.

No hand-holding. No sudden declaration of love. No sudden proposal.

He merely sighed.

He then rubbed his head with a groan, as if the topic caused a headache.

“Not this again.”

Again?

“What are you talking about?” Your eyes narrowed at him.

It took long before he gave you a proper explanation. It was obvious that he didn’t want to talk about it. But because you kept pestering him, he gave in.

“My mom brought it up a few days ago. She said her friend’s son is planning on proposing to his girlfriend soon and she asked me when I’m going to do it. And she kept on annoying me after. Honestly, it hadn’t even crossed my mind yet. We just had our comeback and I still have a lot of things on my plate. I just want to focus on this new choreography I’m working on and not worry about stuff like that.”

“But, what do you think about it, though?”

He shrugged. “Ugh, I don’t know.”

This response caused the sudden appearance of warning signs inside your head. “You. . . don’t know?” you repeat quietly. “Why don’t you know? It’s a simple question.”

He seemed to have sensed the change in your expression. But instead of pulling you into a hug like he usually does when he made you upset, he groaned again.

“Not now, (Y/N).”

“If not now, then when?”

“Just not now. I have other things to worry about and you pestering me about this isn’t helping.”

“But you always say that!” Your voice started to increase in volume.

“Why is this such a big deal? Careers first, remember?”

“I know but are you even considering it, at least?”

He sighed again. “We already talked about this, (Y/N). I don’t want to talk about it again.”

“We talked. . .” You looked at him, utterly flabbergasted. The pain inside you suddenly vanished, only to be replaced by disbelief and a hint of anger. You were on your feet. “When did we ever talk about this without it being one-sided? You always tell me ‘career first’ and yes, I understand. You’re an idol and you should focus on your career. But why do you get annoyed at the mere mention of marrying and having a family one day? I haven’t even heard you say the word “marriage” before in my entire life!”

His eyes widened and he, too, rose to his feet. He was mad. “Well, do you want me to say it now? Okay then! Marriage! Marriage! Marriage!”

“Oh my God, could you stop being such a child?! I’m being serious about this!” Your eyes started to pool with tears, your knuckles turned white, and your breathing grew heavier and heavier. You could feel harsh jabs to your heart as the second ticked away. Your anger slowly simmered and sadness washed over as your voice dropped to a whisper when you spoke the next words.

“Do you even want to marry me?”

He stared back at you.

And that’s when you saw it—a flash of hesitance in his eyes.

“Of course,” he muttered quietly right after and turned away, as if he was ashamed of saying it.

Your heart dropped to your stomach. Your tears clouded your vision and you started to take in more breaths. He lied. He lied to your face. He doesn’t want to marry you.

“You don’t want to marry me, do you?” You voiced out your thoughts in horror and took a step back.

He ruffled his hair in frustration. He reached forward to touch you. “(Y/N). . .”

You flinched before yelling at him. “Don’t you (Y/N) me!” You took in deep breaths before finally settling on one thing.

“I’m done.”

“What are you talking about now?” he asked in exasperation.

With a glare, you repeat your words with venom in your tone. “I said, I’m done. You don’t want to marry me, right? You don’t want me to stay in your life forever, right? Then, I’m done with you, Kwon Soonyoung.” You pointed to the door. “Get out of here.”

He was in disbelief for a short second, but then he started to laugh humorlessly. “Are you kidding me right now? You’re breaking up with me because of that?”

“I said get out!”

“You’re out of your damn mind!”

“Fine! If you won’t leave, I’ll leave.”

You walked to your shared bedroom and began to pack clothes and other necessities. Within a solid four minutes and a half, you managed to trudge down the stairs with two suitcases in your hands and your purse slung over your shoulder. You walked past Soonyoung, who was still standing in the middle of the living room, as you swiped your car keys from the kitchen counter.

“I can’t believe you’re doing this. Are you insecure because your younger sister is getting married and you’re not?” He asked with a mocking laugh. He was still in disbelief but wasn’t doing anything to stop you.

You stopped in your tracks and turned to him. “How can you even say that?”

“It’s true, isn’t it? I thought you understood, (Y/N)! I don’t have time to think about marriage yet! I still have other priorities—”

It was your turn to laugh mockingly. “Other priorities? Then, what am I? Chopped liver?”

Without waiting for a reply, you continue walking towards the door. When you reached it, turned the knob, and swung it open, Soonyoung spoke again. This time it was softer, gentler, and more Soonyoung-like than the attitude he showed a while ago.

“But you’re my priority too.”

You released a shaky breath and almost lost your grip on one of your suitcases. Without looking back at him, you muttered a response before walking out the door and out of Soonyoung’s life—forever.

I’m Mabel, the new admin for this incredible blog. Here’s a little (long??) intro for you guys to get to know me! ♡

NAME: Mabel

NICKNAME: Belle, Elle, or any variation of Mabel, really.

ZODIAC SIGN: Virgo

HOGWARTS HOUSE: Ravenclaw!

FAVE BOOK SERIES: HP, PJO, HoO, too many to mention!

FAVE FICTIONAL CHARACTERS: Again, too many to mention! (And most of them are dead so. . .)

FAVE FLOWER: roses, orchids

FAVE SCENT: peppermint, coconut, buttered popcorn

FAVE COLOR: blue, white, black

FAVE ANIMALS: dogs (I have a pug and a bulldog; they both won’t stop farting help me)

FAVE ARTIST/BAND: Not K-pop related: SWS, P!aTD, Paramore // K-pop related: astro, svt, bts, got7, day6

COFFEE, TEA, OR COCOA: used to be cocoa, now coffee-obsessed

AVERAGE #HOURS OF SLEEP: 3-4 (bc college rip)

NUMBER OF BLANKETS: 1 (bc it’s very hot in my country)

DREAM TRIP: Japan, during cherry blossom season.

LAST THING GOOGLED: Harvest Moon Back to Nature ROM

BLOG CREATED: idk when I created my main but I’ve been active just recently

HOW MANY BLOGS YOU FOLLOW: 173

NUMBER OF FOLLOWERS: 19 in my main lmao

WHAT I USUALLY POST: I don’t usually post anything; probs kpop and anime-related once in a blue moon

WHAT I REBLOG: kpop-related (see FAVE ARTIST/BAND), anime-related (snk, knb, haikyuu, etc), anything i find funny

thank you so much to Admin Plum for accepting me as admin for this blog! I’ll try my best to upload content you guys would want to read lol. Thanks again and I hope you’ll continue to support this blog! ♡♡

Hey bud,

For the moment, Buddy System and Secret Admirer are on hiatus. Sometimes it’s a little difficult to continue a piece after it’s been left for so long and the writer, Admin A is only progressively coming back. Admin K and myself don’t want to touch it as it isn’t our story to tell. Hope you understand

Hi bud

Sorry for that. I’ll go ahead and look for those links when I get the chance and I’ll update you all if I find it or not

heeeeeeeey, I am not rly an active admin atm but i will try and continue buddy system as i reintroduce myself to the blog