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i rly want a ahn yujin (ive) fanfic 🥲 that has an actual plot and not js pure smut (porn no plot)
maybe some fluff and angsts 🥲
a oneshot or smau 😞💔
I love yr works so i was lowk kinda scared to ask
hi!! any specific plot you wanted in mind?
if not, ill see what i can come up with!
to this anon, it's a wip
2 week lovers chapter 2 soon. it's currently a wip as we speak.
ahn yujin x f reader oneshot or smau or fanfic
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plot in mind? 🤭
can i req smt? 😖😔
i rly want a ahn yujin (ive) fanfic 🥲 that has an actual plot and not js pure smut (porn no plot)
maybe some fluff and angsts 🥲
a oneshot or smau 😞💔
I love yr works so i was lowk kinda scared to ask
hi!! any specific plot you wanted in mind?
if not, ill see what i can come up with!

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♡ . — ꒰ 2 𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒌 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔 — 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒏 ꒱
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Decelis Academy was like everything you had ever dreamed of, the scent of fresh-cut grass filling your senses, along with the chirping of birds from nearby trees. You felt like you were actually in a dream—the sound of an alarm clouded your ears. Where was that coming from, and why was it so loud at that?
Why was there an alarm going off in this peaceful place? The alarm got louder, and it started to sound more annoying than before—your eyes fluttered open, realizing that a peaceful place was only a dream.
“Damn it, why couldn't it have been real?” You grumbled to yourself while pouting, wishing to be in that dream again.
Although you wanted to be asleep again, the birds chirping outside your window was always a warm welcome.
Being awake only reminded you of something horrendous. You were placed in the same dorm as Park Sunghoon. You had broken his heart in middle school; you had hoped he didn't remember any of that. Your eyes peeked over to see Sunghoon resting peacefully, catching some rest after moving in the day prior.
Although this arrangement wasn't your favorite, you had to deal with it. There were no other rooms available to move into; you had already checked after finding out who your dormmate was. Your hand rustled through your soft locks of hair, frustrated at the situation. Nothing seemed to be going your way so far; you hoped that would soon change.
Everything, in fact, did not change for the better. You were placed in every class with Sunghoon; you felt as if you were in a nightmare. There was no way to avoid this man.
“Fuck!” You cursed under your breath; you could only hope he forgot everything about you. A soft tap on your shoulder brought you out of your thoughts, as if you were in a trance. “Y/N, right?” The male's voice was deeper than what you remembered. It had been several years since you'd seen him, after all. “That is me, what's wrong?” You raised an eyebrow, confused by the sudden approach. “So I was right.” He mumbled to himself, making sure you didn't hear. “What was that?” You asked, your voice sounding concerned.
“Nothing!” He perked up, giving a gentle smile. Yet, everything about the smile made you feel uneasy somehow. Your eyes lay on him, his demeanor seeming nervous. “Are you sure?” You asked, your voice showing some concern. His demeanor changed from nervous to cold almost in an instant. “I said it was nothing, got it?” Your body flinched from his tone, “Damn, okay. It was just a question.” Your eyes avoided his, understanding he wanted to be left alone.
You quickly walked over to your bed and sat on the edge of it. Sighing deeply, your hand grasped the book you had been reading. It was like a ‘manhwa,’ as some people called them; you found the plot interesting. You thought the name sounded cool as well; it came with the soundtrack you bought. It was called ‘Dark Moon.’ You found yourself getting lost in the book, ignoring or tuning everything around you out.
Later, you found yourself opening your eyes with an open book on your face. “I must’ve fallen asleep reading…” You murmured, your voice still groggy. Your hand grabbed the book's spine, pulling it off your face. The book snapped shut, and you placed it on your nightstand, remembering what chapter you were on.
“Hey, Y/N?” Sunghoon’s voice suddenly was heard, startling you. “Yes?” You replied, trying to play it cool. “You do know who I am, right?” He asked, his voice shaking, sounding as if he was hesitating. “Uh, no?”
“Pardon?” His voice rose in volume, sounding as if he was in disbelief. “I said, no.” You repeated your lie. You weren’t sure if he could tell you were lying; you hoped he couldn’t. “Sure… sure…” He mumbled, already knowing you couldn’t hear him.
You raised an eyebrow in confusion, the short mumble falling on deaf ears. Meanwhile, he gave a snarky smile towards you. “Okay? Whatever, I’m going to class.” You grabbed your bag and hung it on your shoulder. In which, Sunghoon smirked. “I’ll go with you.” He gave a smile towards you. “No.” You spoke bluntly. “Absolutely not, I prefer to go alone.”
He gave a pout, teasing you. “Aw, why not?” You ran a hand through your hair in frustration, rolling your eyes. You turned on your heel. “I just said no.” You sped off before he could answer.
You knew why he kept insisting; he obviously remembered you and your history. Though, you weren't sure if he called your bluff that you didn't remember him. You leaned against a wall not far from class, thinking to yourself. You wanted to hide yourself in a ditch, away from all your problems. Why couldn't Sunghoon take a hint? You wanted to protect him and yourself from the memories of that time.
You walked into your class only to see Sunghoon sitting in the corner of the classroom by the window, looking out the window. How did he get here before you? Then you remembered you leaned against the wall for a good five minutes thinking to yourself. Of course, he'd make it to class before you.
His head moved to the door to watch people coming in, noticing you walk in. His eyes widened at your presence, notably unaware you had this class. You decided to sit two rows in front of him, making some distance with the amount of seats that were left.
You felt a familiar presence sit next to you along with a familiar cologne filling your senses. You slowly turned your head to face him, only to let out an audible sigh. His chin rested on his palm, staring at you with puppy dog eyes.
“What did I do to deserve this?” You thought to yourself, rolling your eyes at the ridiculous scene.
You wished you knew what was going on behind this man's mind. How will you ever survive four years with him?
After class, you stood up to leave, putting your things in your bag. Your hand landed on his while reaching for your pen. “That's my pen,” he pointed at your pen beside his. You bit down on your lip, quickly pulling your hand back, “Sorry.” You quickly apologized and grabbed your pen, and quickly ran out of the classroom.
You felt his eyes on you as you ran out, your cheeks flushed with embarrassment. You felt other eyes on you besides Sunghoon’s. You quickly made your way over to the stairs to the dorms, bumping into someone on the way.
“Oh my gosh, I'm sorry.” You apologized, making eye contact with a girl. “And you are?” She scoffed, looking you up and down, judging your appearance nonverbally.
“I'm Seo Y/N, you are?” You introduced yourself politely, waiting for her response. “Aren't you the girl who is always around my Sunghoon?” She tilted her head, a condescending look in her eyes.
“Your Sunghoon?” You repeated her words, laughing with a shocked tone to it. “Yeah, right.” You snickered at her inferiority complex. “Sunghoon doesn't belong to anyone.”
“H-He’s my Sunghoon!” She yelled at you, bringing her hand out to swing at you.
You backed away slowly, nearing the edge of the stairs, balancing on it.
Sunghoon’s hand grasped her wrist from behind you, on a step of the stairs, “Hitting isn't very polite.”
“O-Oh my god!” She pulled her hand back to cover her mouth, excitement spilling out from her.
Sunghoon gave her a glare which made her flinch, “I’m off…” she whispered before quickly running off, turning her head back once to look at Sunghoon.
You were still balancing on the edge of the stairs, trying to keep that balance. You went to move forward, but lost your balance.
Sunghoon's eyes widened as he noticed you wobble, going to grasp your body to protect you.
You both fell back, stumbling down the stairs, yet Sunghoon still protected the back of your head from injury.
You opened your eyes as you laid on top of Sunghoon after the fall. “Fuck, are you okay?” Your voice mixed with panic and concern.
“Yeah-” He winced before grasping his wrist gently, “Probably just a sprain.”
“Move it around in a circle.” You commanded, causing him to raise an eyebrow. “Actually, let's go to the nurse's.” You helped him up, before grabbing his other wrist to drag him along to the nurse's.
“It's broken.” The older woman spoke, “I would recommend going to the hospital to get that checked out better.”
You sighed as your worries were confirmed. “Let's go…”
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did you miss me? chapter 1 for 2 week lovers is getting posted :p
hello lovely readers,
i have a quick update regarding 2-week lovers! i am fully aware it's been a few weeks since i last updated it. i just want to be transparent and say, i have been busy with work, and my sleep schedule is very shitty. i have about a quarter of the next chapter done and plan to have it done and out very soon. please be patient with me, i am trying to get it done asap.
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The sound of birds chirping in the morning was your favorite sound—minus the fact your alarm was blaring in your ears. The light pushed through your windows’ blinds, illuminating onto your face. Your eyes squinted open, and your first thought was to check your phone’s notifications to see if Sunghoon texted you. Your middle-schooler heart just warmed up whenever you saw any mention of him. Everything about Sunghoon made you jump with excitement.
The phone in your hand started buzzing, your eyes moving to look at the caller ID—it was Sunghoon. You never answered a phone call so fast. “Hey Hoonie!” your soft voice echoed onto the other side. Your voice was soft like feathers, yet smooth like honey. It wasn’t surprising that Sunghoon fell for you. You could always sense his nervousness whenever he was close to you, yet you still hadn’t had your first kiss yet.
“Hey love, are you free tonight?” You could hear car horns honking on the opposite end of the line. “Are you near traffic right now?”
You could hear him chuckle at your question, “Yes, I am. Was it obvious?”
“It was very obvious.” You laugh; you could sense he was smiling on the other end. “I am free tonight though; why do you ask?” Your voice was curious yet hopeful. Was he asking you out on a date? Was your first kiss with him about to finally happen?
“Want to get dinner tonight?” he asked, his voice slightly shaky. “Of course, I do!” You heard him sigh with relief, and you found it cute. “Italian?” Your eyes lit up at the question. “You hate Italian though?”
“I’d eat anything for you, love.”
Your heart skipped a beat, holding a hand to your chest. You felt as if the world paused for a minute. “Really?” you asked, the tone of your voice quiet, biting your bottom lip. Sunghoon still heard your quiet voice; hearing anything you’d say was his specialty, quickly answering, “If it’s for you, yes.”
You felt like you would pass out any minute, his flirting making your heart beat fast. It felt different from usual, giving you a good feeling. “You flirt,” you murmured, already knowing he heard you. He laughed, “Only a flirt for you, love.”
Later, your phone buzzed with an unknown caller ID. You felt one of your eyebrows raise in confusion, suspicion even. It was odd; you never got unknown caller IDs. Although you felt weird answering it, you still picked up. “Hello? Who is this?” Your tone was already filled with suspicion.
“Is this Y/N?” An older woman's voice was on the opposite end of the line. Her voice reminded you of dollar bills; you thought she was most likely rich.
“Depends on who is asking.” Your voice’s tone remained suspicious, even if she was rich; why would she contact you?
As if the world knew your questions, they were answered immediately after, “This is Park Sunghoon’s mother. May I speak with you face-to-face?”
You felt your heart stop, Sunghoon had told you his parents were dead. You only felt confusion and some bit of hurt; did he not trust you enough to talk about his parents? It felt odd; you had told him everything about your life and your parents. He had told you he was an only child, but was that even true?
“Sorry, are we talking about the same Park Sunghoon?” Your voice shook; you knew she could tell from the other end of the line. “Yes, he goes to Decelis Middle School.”
Shit. It was the same person. Yet, you felt your heart break. It was true that he lied about the death of his parents. “Sure, shall we meet up at a cafe?”
The woman’s voice chuckled, “Yes, we may; be there by three o’clock. See you then.” You didn’t get to say another word as she hung up on you. It was an awkward conversation; you felt uncomfortable afterwards. Everything Sunghoon told you about his parents was a lie, and it just stung.
You arrived at the cafe thirty minutes earlier than agreed, fidgeting with your skirt that was slightly above your knees. The sound of heels clacking behind you made you fix your posture, biting down on your lip. “Hello, Seo Y/N, was it?” the same woman’s voice from the phone was heard behind you. “Y-Yes!” you stammered, feeling your palms begin to sweat. The woman placed her purse beside her before then crossing her legs. She seemed very proper while also seeming very strict and scary.
“You’re the one dating my son, correct?” She raised an eyebrow towards you; her gaze was cold, and her whole demeanor scared you. Nothing about this encounter with her felt right; it felt wrong. You felt as if you were invading Sunghoon’s privacy; there was definitely a reason he hid the truth about his parents.
“The reason I asked you here is because I want you to stay away from my son.” She smiled at you; it was cold and calculating. “Wait, what? No!” You argued, your love for him strong. “Well, if you don’t…” she paused, pulling out her phone. She showed you a picture of your parents, “I could make them lose their jobs like that.” She snapped her fingers, her gaze turning into a glare. “Well? Do you agree now?”
You clasped your hands together and looked down at them; if your parents lost their jobs, there was no way they could pay the bills. You closed your eyes tight, sighing heavily. It was a hard decision, but it also felt easy.
“Fine, just leave my family alone, please.” Your voice cracked, practically begging. “Here, text me when you’ve broken up with my son.” She pulled out a business card, as if out of thin air. Your fingers grasped it, gently taking it from her hands. “Fine.”
The next moment, you found yourself walking home from school with Sunghoon. Your heart was breaking, little by little, already understanding what you had to do.
“Sunghoon.” Your voice sounded cold, hiding the stinging sensation you felt in your chest. “What’s wrong, love?” His voice was concerned, his hand going to caress your cheek. As badly as you wanted to lean into his touch, you pulled back from it. Turning your back to him, “L-Let’s break up.” You bit your lip, holding back your tears as you spoke those painful words.
Sunghoon’s voice cracked from behind you, “Y/N… no…” He tried to grasp your wrist, yet you could only flinch away from his touch. “Goodbye, Sunghoon.”
You began to walk away, wanting him to chase after you, yet he didn’t. After you made more distance away, you finally let the tears that welled up in your eyes fall. Everything hurt; you knew your life would be empty.
After the breakup, you texted his mother, confirming it. Your father got a promotion not long after; you understood it was because of Sunghoon’s mother. Your family moved away, making the distance between you and Sunghoon even bigger.
Soon enough, you got accepted into Decelis Academy. It meant you had to move back, away from your family. They were happy for you, not knowing the truth from before you moved. You could only put on an act, faking your smile and your laughter.
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Heavily based on ‘4 Week Lovers.’ Park Sunghoon was your best friend since childhood, but when you started dating in middle school, Sunghoon’s parents weren’t exactly fond. His parents brought you to the side and forced you to stay away, threatening you with your parents' jobs.
Once you got into Decelis Academy, your parents were ecstatic for you—and so were you. Well, until Sunghoon suddenly came back into your life there and broke his arm. “Date me for two weeks. I’ll make you fall in love with me again,” he would say but, being in his debt, you could only accept.
𝒮TATUS. . . in progress
𝒯AGS. . . fluff, angst, smut, friends to povers to enemies to lovers, romance, comedy, drama, childhood friends, breakup
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Prologue (1.2k)
Chapter 1 (1.4k)
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Epilouge
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content warning : car accident, angst, character death.
“Gyu, hurry!” Yeonjun hollered, stressing every syllable in an attempt to hasten his bandmate. Time unfortunately won’t slow for any of them; their arrhythmic heartbeat is the closest they’ll get to any sort of clock ticking.
Beomgyu quickly huffed in response, his countenance growing more irritated the more his fingers fiddled with the clip of his micpack– neither his hands nor shirt cooperating. “Okay, okay!” he yelps, but it’s unsure on whether he’s speaking as a way to compose himself or if he’s answering Yeonjun’s call. With a frown and pupils rolled back, Beomgyu sped over to Kai.
“Kai, help please?”
“Uh,” Kai turned over, stumbling a little as he was focused on adjusting his in-ear monitor. “Yeah. Sure.” Kai shook the nerves off his hands, adjusting the mic as he held back a chuckle at the poorly hot glued studs on Beomgyu’s belt-pack. “There.”
“Thanks,” he took a step back, patting the boy’s head, “You’re a life saver.” Roars seeped
through the walls; you’d be convinced the performers have already– well, performed.
“Fuck, I’m shaking,” the said life saver mumbled. Beomgyu just rested his hand in Kai’s hair, shaking it a bit before pulling away.
“Isn’t everyone?”
It'd be silent if it weren’t for their everbeating heartbeats that resonated through their bones and eventually flooded their ears. With the nerves they had, you’d consider them rookies. Yet the roars of the fans as they walk onto the stage said otherwise. Performances back to back seemed almost insufferable, but the grins and cheers that came from behind the curtain pulled their own smiles to their ears.
In the same manner, the two staff stationed at either side tug on the rope and the warm spotlight bleeds through the velvet and splays across their skin. Beomgyu glanced up to the lights and saw the dust shining in the light. If he were close minded enough, he’d think it’s glitter.
“Good evening! We are Tomorrow X Together, also known as TXT!” Yeonjun, their leader, spoke to the audience. The fans in the audience started screaming their names, causing the members’ eagerness to perform increasing by the second. “We’re performing a new song,” he paused, screams and a buzz of taps as a mock drumroll reached their ears, “Good Boy Gone Bad!” His voice sounded so hyper that it was almost shaky. Adrenaline could be heard and felt through the way his lips quivered, attempting to hold back his growing smile.
The fans’ shouts hit the ceiling and every crevice of the room. If it were up to the band, they’d savor the moment for as long as possible- but they came to perform, and the audience came to watch.
The lights dimmed down as the members got into their positions, prepping their thoughts for what’s to come. Despite continuous rehearsals in an echoey and cramped garage, their nerves ate at them every time. There’s always those lingering possibilities: that Kai’s drumstick could break, that a putrid sasaeng would hop onto the stage, that Yeonjun’s string would pop, that they’d make an irreversible mistake. Yet on every stage, they performed with high hopes that the current and next one won’t be a step back but a step forward.
Their hearts got tangled in the wires of the mics and got mixed in the bunch of cables taped in black to the floor. Every step they took, the risk of them stepping on their heart increased– with how fast it was beating, you’d think they’d be going into cardiac arrest by now.
Beomgyu stood at the microphone, Huening Kai sat at the drums, and Yeonjun turned the peg to the guitar.
“Hit it!” Beomgyu shouted out as the lights came on.
“Whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa oh!” Beomgyu’s soothing voice mixed with the guitar riff made the fans rise in volume and some physically- going onto their tippy toes and leaning forward to let the music ring closer to their skin. The blend of sounds made the hairs on their arms rise, goosebumps spreading all over their skin. Beomgyu’s aura completely changed as he sang on, both him and his bandmates brought themselves further into the beat of the song.
“I just killed me with all that stress!” His voice stretched throughout the bar, his vocals purposefully strained in a way that made the crowd’s eyes widen. Flip phones rise, capturing the moment in a distorted way that captivates the moment but never fully– never in a way that shows the true emotion of warm passion.
“Watch, watch, gotta, watch, watch me, yeah!” He started to sing the chorus as the instruments slowed down slightly before quickening as the lyrics went on. For a moment, it feels like it slows specifically for him. With the lights beaming onto his head, a bead of sweat runs along the side of it, shining in the light and sticking out. Although a visual display of his effort isn’t much needed when his voice shows enough.
Reaching the final chorus, Beomgyu smirked as the instruments slowed down once again, “I like being bad.” his teeth peeking through the slit of his lips, feeling almost comical the way it’s scened so perfectly.
“Good boy! Gone bad!” he continued the chorus as he reached the ending of the song.
As the vocals reached their end, Kai looked up for cue. His brain was a jumble of “Don’t mess up” and a wildly offbeat interpretation of how his solo would sound. When his drumstick hit the cymbal, though, everything snapped into place. The slight tremors in his hands didn’t fall back, but he instead used them as a reminder to hold his drumsticks tighter– all the sweat on his hands increased the risk of him slipping up and dropping one.
Yeonjun follows after with a riff, his fingers tapping between frets. His callouses hurt but not enough distract him from the burn of passion that fired through his veins. They were stars– all beaming on stage and twinkling in their respective areas. The constellation they formed was beautiful, enough to be documented in the form of sound.
Their blood pumped to their ears and they huffed out goodbyes until their throats were dry. It felt like forever before they got their quiet, but they slumped down on a cushioned bench, weak hands stretching towards each other for high fives.
Beomgyu looked at the two with eyes shining with content and affection, his lips quivering. The moment felt far too perfect: The way Kai rolled the bottle directly into his palm, the way the fan hit right at his hottest spot–
“Well. I’m beat.” Yeonjun huffed, dramatically slapping a hand across his head.
“Who isn’t?” Kai pointed out. Yeonjun nodded eagerly in response. Beomgyu gave a simple shrug and a matching nod.
Their manager came backstage and hurried them, “Let’s go, we have another show to get to!” Her voice was pushed straight out her chest, making the three boys stand up immediately to follow her, sensing the underlying command and irritation. With sweat pooled on their foreheads, they glance between each other with an unspoken smirk. Not a moment's rest, huh? It said, and it was shared between all three of them.
“Alright, your next performance is at..” she trails off, looking through the pen she wrote on a damp napkin. What a professional. “XXXX bar. They want you to perform Good Boy Gone Bad and whatever else. Just nothing stupid, understood?” She spoke quickly to them, but at a perfect pace for them to register.
“Understood.” The three spoke in unison as the manager dragged them to the car.
“I’ll meet you there, okay?” The boys nodded as she shut the door, walking away to talk on the phone.
“Did we mess up?” Yeonjun asked, rubbing his callous hand against a cracked corner of his nail.
“I definitely did. My voice cracked so many times I sounded like Kai in puberty,” Beomgyu chuckled. Kai didn’t share the reaction.
“Uh, hello?”
“They heard that first voice crack and lowered your mic volume. For the week,” Yeonjun joked, poking at both of them.
Regardless of their playful argument, they all had a deep respect for one another. After all, they’ve all seen each other splayed out on the cold concrete floor after a bad run. The respect they held showed through their rough smiles and persevering words even when they’re all down. Beomgyu wanted to tease back but his grin wouldn’t fall.
“God, I love you,” He said to the two.
“My finger is too empty. Try again,” Kai teases.
Halfway to their next gig’s venue, the car’s engine clicked. It wasn’t a snap, but more of a wet splutter. At this point, Yeonjun prayed he would’ve listened to his father about learning more about cars. Even without studies, you could tell that the sound was unusual. While it could’ve been a simple mishap, the boys felt the vines tighten across their heart. Yet this time it wasn’t due to passion. It was fear.
“Uh, what’s going on?” Yeonjun spoke quicker than his tongue could articulate, his voice obviously confused and jumbled. Down to his mouth was uncoordinated. Who could be in a situation like this? From playful banter to.. worried ones.
“Like we know..” Kai mumbled, his tone sarcastic yet still trembling. There’s a venue to get to and fans waiting. Tickets registered and curtains closed, waiting for the group to stand behind them. They can’t be late. Looking back at the memory, the dust Beomgyu envisioned seemed to fog up their luck, as well. Is the spotlight forever temporary?
Despite repeated attempts, the wheel couldn’t be saved by their internal mumbles or wishes.
The manager’s car stopped in the middle of the road, swooping to pause and check on the crash. The engine sparked, and the driver managed to wiggle out safely. His coughs silenced his words, but it’s not like what he would say could change the output.
“The boys,” she gulped, “No- no, they’re under there!” Her cries were strained and raw and from the heart. The napkin she wrote the venue’s address on was offered to her to wipe her tears, but they wouldn’t stop flowing. Pushing the hand away and swatting with her free one, she calls to nobody in particular, “Call the cops!”
Soon came the rushed sirens and blurry lights, EMTs pressing for their pulse. Yet fate was not working in their favor. Not when their lips turned blue before they could sing their final song. Not when their limbs relaxed against the heavily damaged metal of the car.
Their one mistake didn’t happen during but instead happened after their performance. “I’m sorry, miss..” the paramedic sighs, patting the woman’s back.
The apology, unfortunately, wasn’t enough to withdraw pure grief. Nothing could. Her clothes and the road were soaked in it, like a black liquid that you couldn’t wash off.
Her steps back towards her car were slow. There was no next performance to get to, but her CD awaited her at home, and that same performance would be replayed until she washed off the stains.
Callouses show proof of effort, but they do not equate to talent. You used to finish your days with lines across your fingertips, indents from metal strings pressing against the flesh. Now, you crane your head to look up at the dusted skyroof, now cluttered with spiderwebs. The sun shines against the web, only illuminating how much time it’s been since you abandoned your passions.
A black hard case leans against the corner, an almost painful strike between your ribs when you glance at it. You haven’t picked up your guitar in years. Guilt clouds your consciousness—it’s almost embarrassing. Yet when you take the smallest step towards it, the case slides off the wall.
And of course, you were close enough to catch the fall. Who knows how many tears would’ve followed if you didn’t?
The temperatures in the attic have never been bearable. Even now, the humidity and warmth bleeding into your throat makes you groan. Your guitar doesn’t hold up any better. The second you click off the case, one of your nails screeches against the metal of the string, the grum sound echoing against the walls.
Propping the guitar onto your knee, all it takes is one simple strum for your hand to relax. Is it worth the struggles again? Why animate a memory if there’s no change to its ending? You pluck a chord, but the horribly out-of-tune strings cause it to sound awfully disturbing.
“Damn it...” you mutter to yourself, reaching across the guitar and to the case, reaching for a tuner. You could’ve sworn you remembered leaving some around here. Your hand falls to your hip, uncertainty clear; clouding your judgments. The uncertainty of wanting to play the guitar. There were once happy memories surrounding music for yourself, yet the unfortunate memories surrounding it made you stop in your tracks. These were simple thoughts, yet they could make you trip over your own feet twice and over again. Even with past memories flooding in, you still can’t remember where you left that tuner. “Oh yeah, crap, where is it?” you mentally facepalm, stopping yourself from thinking, heaving a sigh.
Your hands begin to dig through some old boxes, searching for the tuner you misplaced. Your elbow bumps into a CD case while searching for the tuner. “What is this…?” your eyebrows furrowed, whispering to yourself.
You then felt your eyebrow raising before reading it out, “A band called ‘Tomorrow By Together’?” You had many questions, so instead of verbalizing them to yourself, you pick up the case to inspect it. It was a unique logo, something you never see from singers nowadays; they definitely could’ve made it big. “It seemed there was a concept?” you noticed, nodding in approval. It made you think, what made them stop releasing music after this, “I’m gonna have to Google this.”
You open the CD case, your eyes landing on the signatures on the lyric book. “Beomgyu, Huening Kai, and Yeonjun… Thank you for managing us; you’re the best.” You couldn’t help but feel yourself whisper the words written on the front of the lyric book. Your mom had managed them—still she failed to ever mention them. You found it odd; obviously they liked her, so why did she never mention anything about them?
You shook your head, as if shaking away your disbelief. You took the CD out of its case, examining the front of it. Their logo was on the CD as well, as well as their song name. “Opening Sequence?” you read it out loud, an interesting song name.
“Did they choose this because it was their first song?” You couldn’t help but ask that simple question.
Sighing to yourself, you put the CD inside the CD player. The song started, you can tell there was an R&B influence, as well as soul; it was still a nice listen though. You pulled your phone from your back pocket, quickly remembering you were going to Google about the group. You could remember from the logo when inspecting that they had a ton of potential, so why only release one CD?
Your questions seemed to be answered almost instantly, your eyes landing on a news article from the late 1990s. “Condiments made their car engine fail? This has to be a joke…” your eyes widened as you coughed out a laugh of disbelief. There was no way that could happen, right?
“I feel like they can’t lie, but then again, who am I to say anything? They do that nowadays anyway.” you murmured, remembering one article from earlier that year. You continued to read the article on your phone, scrolling through it while playing with your hair.
The news article from the car accident had read;
[BREAKING NEWS] Boy band Tomorrow By Together (TXT) has been in a car accident.
The boy band who recently released their Debut Single: Opening Sequence has been reported to have been a car accident. One member has come out unscathed, while the other three members are unconscious. EMT’s are currently on the scene and are trying to resuscitate the three boy band members.
The boy, who came out unscathed, has stated, “They told us the accident was caused by engine failure.” Investigators have yet to determine why the engine failure occurred.
The three boy band members are named: Yeonjun, Beomgyu, and Huening Kai. The three are being transported to the hospital to receive further help for their injuries.
UPDATE: Investigators have determine the engine failure occurred from condiments ending up inside. The driver, currently unconscious, will be questioned upon recovery.
UPDATE: All three members have succumbed to their injuries. We are sending our deepest condolences to all friends and family members of those three boys.
You felt something hot sliding down your cheeks, bringing your hand to your cheeks; tears. You were crying while reading the article, sad hearing how short their career was. You seemed to understand why your mom never spoke about them. Obviously she was close with them, after what happened to them, it’s understandable why she would never want to speak of it again. You noticed as the song came to an end. Still, after it ended, the song started playing again; as if it was on a loop. “Shit, did I leave it on loop?” you run a hand through your hair, cursing under your breath, sniffling while doing so. You brought your finger close to the pause button, about to stop the music from playing on loop. But just as your finger neared the button, a cold gust of air filled the room. You covered your face, feeling the breeze go past you. You opened your eyes slightly, your mouth agape, noticing three boys had somehow popped out of thin air, causing everyone in the room to scream in unison.
“Who the fuck are you people!”
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