#;drab

note!: this takes place around 1995, when yongguk is three years old and haneul is twenty-one.

during his childhood, yongguk was always that one kid who seemed perfectly content with everything going on in his life. he didn't care much about the complicated things- everything he thought about was simple. sweets. animated movies. trips to the playground. the grand total of four video games he owned. he never saw anything wrong with his life. despite how he had little to no toys (most of which were hand-me-downs) and had a small home, he was happy. 

his mother was happy when she was with him and that made yongguk feel assured that everything in his life was going okay. she could be in the worst of moods, but the second she came home to see yongguk playing with her own mother- her mood switched. there was no doubt that she was stressed out and tired, but somehow yongguk managed to make all of that stress go away.

 he was her sunshine. her hope. he was what kept her going.

bang haneul was a woman of determination. she knew in her heart that someday she'd be able to support herself, her mother and yongguk without having to work plenty of part time jobs and barely ever get sleep. for now, however, she was stuck to working towards that. on top of all the jobs she had worked at over the years, haneul had to kiss the booboos, cook the dinner, read the children's stories, wipe the counters, wash the dishes, sew the old worn out stuffed animals, and not forget to call him to come back. the man who left her by herself. the man who left her in this situation. she hated him- despised him in fact. whispering sweet lies in her ears at night, saying things like 'i love you' and 'i'll always be here for you, haneul' and suddenly leaving her the day he found out he would be a father.

without even saying anything, he packed his suitcase and walked out that apartment door and out of her life.

and no matter how much she hated him for that, she wanted him back. yongguk never really questioned the fact he didn't have a male role model in his life until one day when they were in the car after picking yongguk up from his daycare center. earlier that day as he ate his packed kimbap for lunch, he had heard kids around him talking about their dads and all how cool their dads were.

"mom, where's dad?" the small kid sitting in the booster seat in the back of their car asked, as he played with the transformers figure in his hand.

his words caught haneul off guard. she never knew how she was going to explain this to him. she knew it was going to happen someday, but she wasn't expecting it to be today. the mother adjusted the mirror so that she could look at him. "daddy's just been busy, honey."

"with what?" yongguk was quiet, but he was filled with many curiosities in his head. he was the type of kid who could just ask questions for hours and keep thinking of more and more to come up with. and as much as haneul liked how much the boy wanted to know about the world, it wasn't easy for her to give him the answers.

she tried to think of an answer that seemed believable and it took her a while to think of one. "work."

"oh," yongguk responded, pretty understanding of the situation. his fingers continued to fiddle with the toy in his hand as he hummed to the tune of the three bears song that some of the caretakers were singing during playtime. his humming came up to a stop and he looked from his toy. meeting eye contact with the set of brown orbs in the mirror, yongguk tilted his head. "is dad a spy?" the young woman laughed, amused by the endless imagination that the boy held. "yes, yes, he is," she decided to go along with it. he would understand in the future, wouldn't he? when the time came where he would actually understand what really happened, she would tell him. he wasn't capable of understanding this situation yet.

"when will i ever see him?"

her smile slowly faded and a quiet sigh escaped from her mouth.

:Are you sure this is legal?:

Turning her face too look at the male following close behind her, to check if he was in fact keeping up with her. A small coy smile spreads across her lips as she saw their destination up ahead. The metal stood proud and tall infornt of them but just pass it was a the sparkling blue water of the unattended pool. “Come on! " She tugged the male’s arm gently before shuffling her feet into a small jog.

                                —”Are you sure this is legal?"

"I didn't know you could do that."

The female gently drops the metal hood of the car as soon as she was done with her task. The vehicle was having problem with its transmission fluid, reason for the burnt smell within the car, the clutch was dragging— the list just went on. Fortunately the reader had been passing by as the ,male finally gave up hope on the vehicle and decided to cuss at it.

                                    ——-“I didn’t know you could do that.”

Explain yourself. [x]

She had been away for almost a whole month now. Her old habit of just packing a bag and leaving without even saying a word to anyone just one day kicked in. So far no one really was worried about her where about other than the occasional text messages from the idol who as always is worried suck for her. Being in Seoul has some how brought her back to her childhood. The busy streets, people too concern about they own live and schedules to care about their surroundings causing for them to bump against each other. Tempers flaring. Swears being spilled out into the wind. -Just like Jersey- She thought as she sat on the park bench she that recently she had been finding rather pleasant. Last month was rough for the reader. The trip was the trigger of all of it and she knew it. Taking a few days just for her thoughts was a need but it ended being more than just a few days. The female ended up falling inlove with the busy streets, the random arguments in the streets. Some how she just found her self in peace among the chaos. 

Leaning against her wooden seat, her legs crossed over with a hot drink in her hand, she was enjoying a quite after when a familiar voice rang through her ears. Turning to see her friend, Naeun. Last meeting the two female had wasn’t so pleasant. All Amy remember were tears and the sound of glass breaking everywhere.  “Uhm hi.." The two female had alot of things to catch up.

                                                   “Explain yourself”

Zip Me: I’ll write a drabble about your character dressing mine, or the other way around [this can also be used for shutting them up as well, but feel free to specify.]

With a few clothing in her hand and a few more on the rack next to her she waited patiently out in the white spacious room. Done at the middle of the room was a long run way, at the end were mirrors carefully placed to for one to see themselves in different angles. At a far end of the room was a beautiful table dedicated to beautiful bracelets and and handbags, displayed for everyone to see and purchase. At the opposite side of the room there was a display of necklaces and shoes. A place like this would have made anybody feel uncomfortable but not her, she had spent a good amount of her childhood in this kinds of rooms. She had decided to take a seat on one the matching white leather couch, placing the clothing once in her hands on the rack next to her. As she waited a book was cracked open sat on her lap as he legs were crossed over each other.

“Im almost done! Just come and zip me up! "

the muffled voice signaled her her to stand up and leave her book. As she stood up Soyu stepped out from the secluded portion of the room wear a beautiful red sleeveless dress with black lining. Embroidery dance along at the bottom of the dress to the train, talkin small steps, careful not to step on the fabric of the dress, Soyu walked down the runway up to the end of it. It was no surprise to Amy that she looked amazing in such a dress.

“Hurry and come here! "

A Click And A Bang:My muse accidentally killing yours.

Heavy rain poured on the City of Seoul and it was difficult for everyone to drive. She knew that it was  dangerous but she still took the chance to go out for a drive. Naeun was in need of help, the buses closed down because of the weather and she was the closest one to pick her up. Pulling her coat on as she dashes out into the pouring rain, pulling her hoddie over her head to minimize the  her chances of getting wet from the rain and catching a cold.

“Fuck.."

She hissed under her breath as she tried to see through the blurred streets. Huffing as she tried her best to peering through the curtain of rain droplets but failed. But soon enough her efforts were answered by seeing a street sign that said she was where she needed to be. A sigh of relief let her lips as she leaned against her seat. Relief she made her destination safety

“Okay now ju—"

Her sentence was cut short as soon as she heard a loud thud along side with the car gently bouncing. Putting both of her hands on the steering wheel as she stepped on the brakes rather harshly.

“The fuck was that?! Did I fucking ran over something?!"

Her mind rushed with thoughts. -It could have very well been a cat or something..Yes- It wasnt her habit to go to the worst scenario, she would rather giving everything the benefit of the doubt. Rushing out of the car, into the pouring rain. Checking the front light to see if she could get any clues to what had happen. Most of it had washed away but there were red liquid running over the head light. Her fingers grew cold and numb at the sight as she stood still in the rain. Had she really ran over someone?!  Running to the back of the car to confirm her hunch and the sight just broke her heat. It was Naeun. The blood from her face was drained as she realized what she had done. Blood running down her forehead,  wounds on her cheeks, her arm clearly broken. Her throat grew drier by the second as she walked over to her friend. Her lips trembling as tears pooled around her eyes. Kneeling next to the lifeless body she pressed her index finger to check for a pulse, hoping for a pulse. -Please let there me a pulse- There was nothing. She felt nothing.  Not a sign of life in her body. Tears freely flowed down her cheeks , mixed in with the rain droplet falling.

“N—no.."

She whispered as she gently wrapped her arms around the lifeless body. Carrying her body with a light touch as if it was a snowflake.  Her tears fell on the cold cheek of body limping in her arms, gently shaking it.

“Y-yah.."

A state of denial course through her as she held cold body against her. -She isnt dead… She cant be head.. No.- Shaking the body once more, begging a response of some sort.

“YAH! NEAUN! STOP IT AND WAKE UP!!"

Sh screamed but the desperation was present in her voice. She repeated her actions over and over again but like an insane person she expected a response. She wanted a response. Nothing. She held the dead body close to her as the tears flowed  out of her eyes like a damn breaking. She sat there in the rain, holding her friend until someone came across them.

She was furious. Not to Naeun, she could never to her but to herself. How could she be so reckless? How could she be so stupid? All of this would have never happen if she just stayed put like what Neaun had wanted. She could still be with her, laughing about the simplest things.

It's All Just Future Dust:A decade later, my muse is in a location they once were in with your character, remembering their shared past.

Walking down the familiar halls of her old complex with a small smile on her lips. Alot had changed around her surroundings, even her the types of clothes she wore changed. But some how the complex where she had stayed was still there. Yes the environment and time took some toll onto once a sturdy building but it still stood proud. This was the same hallways where she had meet the same idol to which she listen to every now and then. Taking her phone out and taking a quick picture of the hallway as a small smile creases her lips. Though they had lost physical contact social networking site kept each other updated every once and while. When his group was performing or having a concert she made sure that she was in the sea of people cheering him on.He was one of the very first people she had spoken to when she came to Korea. He was one of her very first friends. 

Sticks and Stones:My muse is shouting at your muse.

Future AU for Amy.