part two hundred and thirteen

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1. You know what's the worst thing about somebody breaking up with you? It's when you remember how little you thought about the people you broke up with and you realize that is how little they're thinking of you. You know, you'd like to think you're both in all this pain but they're just like "Hey, I'm glad you're gone." — Jesse, Before Sunrise

2. life is literally black and white, until you see your soul mate for the first time — x

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prompt 1

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team sehun [c] - chansoo breakup

[(Anonymous)]

834 words bc chansoo feelings


Kyungsoo doesn't cry. He's not much of a crier, and he never has been. He tries not to let his emotions get the best of him. He doesn't want to let himself be vulnerable.

So he doesn't cry, at first. He lets Chanyeol say all the words that cut deepest: you're never there for me, I don't think you really care about me, and the worst of all: I've found someone else. He lets Chanyeol walk out of his life, carrying the little piece of Kyungsoo's heart that had been sectioned off just for him with him, taking half of the clothes out of the dressers and half of the life out of their apartment.

Chanyeol leaves, but Kyungsoo doesn't cry.

He doesn't cry when he finds a picture of he and Chanyeol from their first date. Chanyeol took him to an amusement park, bought him popcorn and cotton candy and then took him onto a huge roller coaster and almost made he throw up. Chanyeol bought the shitty little photo that came out of them screaming their heads off, and Kyungsoo rolled his eyes. But he was silently pleased.

He was always silently pleased.

He puts that picture in a box and stores it under his bed and doesn't think about that if Chanyeol found that picture now, he'd probably throw it away. He'd probably burn it. He'd probably show it to his new boyfriend and laugh at the stupid expression on Kyungsoo's face.

Kyungsoo doesn't cry when he's putting on a clean set of sheets and notices that they're the sheets that had been on for he and Chanyeol's first time. Kyungsoo remembers because Kyungsoo has always been sentimental--silently. He puts the sheets on the bed and doesn't cry as he thinks about the way that Chanyeol had pressed him back against the mattress, placed kisses down the slope of his neck and down his tummy and even further, fucked Kyungsoo on these sheets nice and slow, just like Kyungsoo liked it, with a hand right over Kyungsoo's heart. Like he was holding that too.

Kyungsoo gets a bill for the rent, and he doesn't cry thinking about Chanyeol's big, happy smile when he'd suggested moving in together. The way Chanyeol hadn't wanted to split the dressers, he'd wanted to share them. The way that Chanyeol would always turn their toothbrushes so they faced each other and touched--kissing, Chanyeol would say. The way that Chanyeol cuddled him to sleep, even though Kyungsoo would complain and squirm and overheat. He would trace his hands along the edge of Kyungsoo's tummy, tickling until he got a smile out of him. Maybe even a laugh.

Kyungsoo sees a picture of Chanyeol on Facebook, and he doesn't cry about how happy he looks. He doesn't cry thinking about how he used to be the one to make Chanyeol that happy. Chanyeol was always easily pleased. All it ever took was a smile, a few words of appreciation, running his fingers through Chanyeol's hair and pressing a small kiss to the corner of his lips. Those were the things that made Chanyeol happy, and Kyungsoo doesn't cry thinking about he couldn't give Chanyeol enough of those things. He doesn't cry thinking about how he'll never see one of Chanyeol's smiles aimed at him ever again. He doesn't cry thinking about how he'll never hear Chanyeol's loud and overpowering and not-so-obnoxious, despite what Kyungsoo always said, laughter.

Kyungsoo doesn't cry for a long time. He goes through life almost normally, and even though he thinks about Chanyeol a lot, he doesn't cry over him.

It's not until a month later, when Kyungsoo sees Kim Jongin again, that he really cries.

Kim Jongin, his ex-boyfriend, who he had dated in High School and dumped when he went off to college because he didn't care enough to keep up a long distance relationship. Jongin was cute, but Kyungsoo hadn't cared enough to try, hadn't cared enough to even keep in contact. And when he sees Jongin now, all these years later, he feels nothing. He doesn't feel regret, or sadness, or pity, or even any fondness deep in the pit of his stomach.

And when he returns home, he shuts himself in his bedroom and cries, wracking sobs that shake his entire body. Because he knows in a few years, in a few months, or maybe now--that's how Chanyeol will feel about him. He'll see Chanyeol, just passing by on the street, and it will shock him with the force of how much he misses him. He'll see Chanyeol, and he'll think about all of their happy times and everything they did together and he'll remember everything little piece of Chanyeol and every little scar on Chanyeol's body and every sound Chanyeol ever made.

And when Chanyeol sees him, all those years later, he will feel nothing.

Kyungsoo buries himself under the covers and sobs, soaking through the material of the sheets that he and Chanyeol once shared.

Re: team sehun [c] - chansoo breakup

[(Anonymous)]

ouch :(( but i liked this nonnie, it's really good ♥

Re: team sehun [c] - chansoo breakup

[(Anonymous)]

anon why they sad chansoo :( but this is great

prompt 2

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team sehun [c]

[(Anonymous)]

625 words. chensoo

team bbh [c] - layhan, xiulay, suchen soulmates

[(Anonymous)]

710 words


Yixing has always been Special.

Ever since he could remember, the numbers were ever-present. He didn’t realize until age 10 that other people couldn’t see them. And it wasn’t until age 17 that he understood what it meant.

Kim Joonmyun was his deskmate in his second year of high school. He was kind, and would often remind Yixing of the homework they had due that day to make sure he didn’t forget anything. Yixing felt a ping of sadness whenever he peaked at Joonmyun’s counter and saw the dwindling days, hours, minutes. He tried not to get too close in case of the worst.

Day 0 for Kim Joonmyun arrived on a Thursday. Yixing kept sneaking peaks at the 2 hrs… 1 hr… 55 minutes… that was behind his deskmate’s head. This was the first time he ever saw someone with the numbers so close to zero. What was going to happen, he wondered, feared. Joonmyun kept looking back at him with curiously.

“do I have something on my face?”

“no.”

He was to polite to ask outright why Yixing was acting so weird and staring at him today.

30 seconds…

Yixing held his breath and involuntarily found himself scooting his chair away from his neighbor. Is it a death clock? What is going to happen at zero?

Joonmyun no longer bothered to look back when he caught Yixing staring. Yixing couldn’t peal his eyes away, not even when a student knocked on their classroom door and walked in.

“Kim Jongdae from year 1, class 2. I’m here to invite you to see our class’s performance this weekend!”

Yixing and Joonmyun both looked at the underclassman. Particularly he noted how this Kim Jongdae’s eyes sparkled and how his words stuttered when his eyes locked with Kim Joonmyun’s. Yixing could feel the electricity, even if it was second hand, and that’s how he knew. These were soulmate clocks.

Years later, he is reassuring Jongdae at his wedding, just half an hour before the time printed on the lace invitations.

“Trust me, you’re not making a mistake. Joonmyun isn’t backing out of this either.”

“Thanks, hyung. You better get to your seat and go back to greeting people.”

Kim Minseok was his favorite sunbae in high school, but unfortunately they lost touch once Minseok went to the army. Minseok spent his first year after his discharge studying abroad in china. Even though he and Yixing haven’t sat face to face in four years, they’ve been exchanging texts and keeping tabs on each other’s social network profiles. Minseok had a new boyfriend, which Yixing assumed would be like his other boyfriends : a dead end.

When minseok first shook hands with yixing 4 years ago, the numbers above his head were all zero. Yixing wondered about his first love, and if minseok realizes that every relationship he’s attempted has been half-hearted at best.

“This one’s different. I think he’s here to stay.” he texted back three months ago, “i’m bringin him to jongdae and joonmyumn’s wedding.”

Yixing spotted the familiar silhouette almost immediately when he stepped back into the chapel. The backview of the happy couple, Yixing wondered how it would work out for his hyung. Hoped that he found a love that was even a quarter of what jongdae had found. His boyfriend was taller, and had his hair died a strawberry blonde. He stood out in a sea of traditional black hair.

Yixing’s heart sank when he noticed the numbers above Minseok’s faceless guest. 17 seconds…

He kept his eyes focused on the people in their immediate vincinity. Who could it be? Who was Minseok’s boyfriend’s soulmate? And how is he going to break the news without seeming crazy to Minseok?

Minseok turned around first. It was just a peak over his shoulder, a signal that he had checked out of whatever conversation was going on between the small group of them. His eyes lit up when he caught Yixing’s eyeline. Minseok turned to his date and whispered in his ear with a bright smile. He’s over there, Yixing could make out from his lips. His head was pounding and all the color seemed to drain from the world.

No…

3…

Oh please god.

2..

Anyone but…

1…

Me…

0

team dage [c]

[(Anonymous)]

soulmateu layhan the colors look kind of gross u__u

team sehun [c] - 459w

[(Anonymous)]

Sehun is scanning the crowd for his shorter boyfriend, and for a second his eyes lock with a wide-eyed male and in the next he sees Junmyeon and the world starts blooming out in colour. The sudden shock from the normal, safe, black and white to the vibrant and colorful causes him to stumble backwards, into other people, and before he runs away, frightened, his eyes meet the stranger again and those wide eyes look just as confused.

His boyfriend is calling his name after him as he flees the scene, but Sehun pretends he can’t hear him -- pretends he can’t feel the strangers eyes boring into his neck.


Instead of running to his shared dorm, Sehun finds himself in front of his parents door, and a wave of familiarness and safety washes over him like a tide and once in his mother’s warm embrace he breaks into tears.

After what feels like forever of crying, his mother has finally succeeded in calming him down and guided him to sit down in the beige plush couch. And as she’s sitting down, cupping his hands in hers, Sehun almost feels like bursting out into a new round of tears.

“Are you going to tell me what’s wrong?” Her voice is laced with worry, as well as her eyes and the way her mouth is slightly downturned.

“I…. can see in colour now, mum.”

There’s a gasp from beside him and all he wants to do is bury his face in his hands and sink down between the couch’s pillows, but his mother has an iron grip on him and he knows better than try to defy her.

“And… the worst part of it, mum… It’s not hyung.” Sehun can’t stop the hiccup and his voice cracks. “It’s not Junmyeon hyung, mum. It’s not…” He’s closer to his mid-twenties than he is to his years as a young boy, but his kind, always so kind, mother still hugs him and let’s him cry against her chest as if he was eight years old again and had just fallen off his bicycle and scraped up his knee.


For three days Sehun ignores his responsibilities and stays at his childhood home and ignores all of Junmyeon’s and his other friends’ calls, his phone turned off and most days spent helping around in the house and the garden. It’s the most he has ever stayed away from his hyung without a call or text, but he knows that it’s what he needs.

His mother, who already met her soulmate as a child, teaches him all the name of the colours in their home, in the garden, in the supermarket just ten minutes promenade away.


He dreams of those wide, wide, eyes every night.



(this is a mess i just wanted to finish quickly welp ;;)

team dage [c]

[(Anonymous)]

the giver au

When Minseok met the new boy in town (all smiles, tall as a lamppost) he had to close his eyes for a second. Not because Chanyeol's grin was blinding or anything, although it nearly was that he could eclipse the sun if he wanted to. But the shade of his shirt burned his retinas, like if the sensation of touching fire could be applied to his eyes, this would be it.

"Is there something on my shirt?" Chanyeol asked and when the rest of Minseok's friends hadn't given signals they've noticed something strange, Minseok just shook his head, told himself to forget about it.

Now being pressed against the wall, Chanyeol's thighs between his, hands and fingers tugging at shirts and buttons, Minseok saw it again: the fire in Chanyeol's hair, the glow of his skin, the pristine white of his shirt.

"Can't you see it?" Minseok gasped as Chanyeol licked a stripe from the base of his neck up to his jaw. He grasped at Chanyeol's collar and tried to pull him away.

Chanyeol grinned down at him and he wanted to punch his face. "See what, hyung?" And took them both in his large hands.

Re: prompt 2 team lu han

[(Anonymous)]

342 words. Hansoo

xiumin

[(Anonymous)]

Idols are a beautiful abnormality in a world of greys, sirens tinted with the slightest bit of color at the corners of their eyes and in locks of shamelessly bright hair. Of all the reasons Lu Han signs up for a contracted shelf life a country away, this is the most important.

"It's why people don't particularly like them," the casting scout explains to him as she hands over her card. SM Entertainment, it reads. He knows it should be pink, has seen traces of color during the concerts he livestreams on his computer, but the cardstock in his hand is as grey as the concrete. "It's an illusion, you're not supposed to see color unless you meet that someone special."

And yet nothing explains the way crowds of fans all simultaneous see the world in dull pastels and clouded hues. A miracle, they call it.

Lu Han accepts -- of course he accepts -- and imagines himself in a world of color. The world of idols. He dreams of walking in through the frosted doors of the company building and seeing colorful paintings, the pink logo of the company.

But just like when he first stepped out of the airport all those months ago, heart shoved into his throat because his chest was so full of expectation, all he sees is grey.

A passing stranger -- another trainee, probably, he looks so young -- stops in his tracks, cocks his head in a way that makes his oversized ears stand out even more.

"New guy?" he asks, sounding neither particularly cruel or sympathetic. Lu Han wonders how many new guys he's seen with those cool eyes.

When Lu Han nods, the other smiles tightly. Hints of brown start creeping into Lu Han's field of vision, starting from the strands of the trainee's hair, but it stays a dull muted color. Lu Han knows the surprise on his face is all too obvious when the other begins to beam.

"Yeah, I have that effect," the guy says cheekily, reaching out for Lu Han's arm, "and I bet you will too. You look the type."

Lu Han doesn't even have the chance to stumble over Korean in an attempt to answer, barely has a chance to formulate one in Mandarin before the trainee starts dragging him down the hallways. He almost calls out for him to stop, but more and more colors are creeping into his vision and he stares wide-eyed at the door they all seem to be reaching to him out from.

"Feast your eyes," his surprise escort says, pulling away from Lu Han and resting his hand on the door handle. His smile is brighter than ever, and Lu Han can see the obnoxious bright orange of his hoodie by this point. As the boy opens the door, another tumbles out, his hand still on the other handle.

"Chanyeolie," the shorter trainee says, thick brows narrowed. His skin is pale, his shirt a bright yellow. The colors burst, lingering behind Lu Han's eyelids as he tries to blink them away in surprise. It's brighter than any concert he's ever watched.

It's magic.

team sehun [c] - TAOHUN COMIC

[(Anonymous)]

bored ass sehun meets comes across tourist tao in hongdae lmao

prompt 3

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team luge

[(Anonymous)]

“hi there, pretty face.”

luhan looks up from his drink. he’s seated at the bar in the shadiest pub of the neighbourhood--the lee s&m bar, where the filthiest, strangest, oddest creatures in the land hang out. luhan’s certain he spotted a werewolf earlier. or a very hairy person.

“hello yourself,” he says to the man standing in front of him. compared to these beasts, he’s definitely a pretty face too--pale skin, dark arched eyebrows, big eyes--except for those wonky ears.

“i’m chanyeol,” the handsome man says, shifting his drink from his right hand to his left hand. he eyes the bar stool next to luhan uncertainly. “uh, can i--”

“oh sure, take a seat,” luhan says, his heart hammering. it’s been a while since he’s met someone cute at this hellhole.

“so, what are you doing here?” chanyeol asks him, his eyes trailing down from luhan’s gaze to settle on his lips. chanyeol leans across him to sniff at luhan’s drink, brushing his hand against luhan’s deliberately. his gaze moves up again to meet luhan’s, and the latter can’t stop a hot, tell-tale flush from spreading across his cheeks.

“bathroom?” chanyeol says quietly.

luhan stumbles up from his seat, then, swaying from the alcohol, presses up against chanyeol, who’s stood up to take his arm and steer him gently to the back of the bar.

“i know somewhere even better,” luhan slurs. he staggers past the bathroom, and pulls chanyeol through the storage shed and opens a door that leads to a dark alley. chanyeol’s impressed.

“wow, how did you know?” chanyeol asks him. he presses luhan up against the backdoor of the bar, and noses insistently at luhan’s neck.

“oh, i just know these things,” luhan says airily as he feels the slight nip against the skin of his neck. he smiles a knowing smile. “like how you’re the only vampire left in this part of town.” the tall vampire freezes and his body grows stiff immediately from the wooden shaft luhan’s stuck through his heart.

he stares down at his hands that are stained with the dark, ink-hued blood of the vampire he’s just staked.

TEAM LU HAN I'M SO SORRY

[(Anonymous)]

HANSOO 342 WORDS I'M REALLY SORRY I SWEAR I DID THIS WITHIN THE TIME LIMIT BUT ACCIDENTALLY POSTED ON PROMPT 2 PLEASE FORGIVE ME






Lu Han crawls through the ashes for his love.

A beautiful house on the green meadow. His mother always asked him if it was too small but to them it was perfect. Just the right size for Lu Han and his love.

He pushes his way through what was formerly the study. It was the study wasn’t it? His love used to spend the mornings singing to the sun while enjoying a cup of black coffee. Then he would go down and make breakfast for the both of them. Everyone would joke that Lu Han was lucky to have him, but then his love would shoot right back. Saying that he was the luckiest person in the world to have Lu Han.

Through the ash Lu Han finds the coffee mug. The one his love uses every morning with the little chip on the rim.

Lu Han holds the mug close to his chest. Hands stained black leaving all kinds of unseemly smudges on the mug. It was okay though, he could clean it up as soon as he found his love.

The crews had left long ago, leaving Lu Han on his knees to sift through the ash alone with the stars on a muggy summer night. As soon as he finds his love Lu Han definitely needs a shower.

It’s not easy work and Lu Han feels the sweat creep ever closer to his eyes. His palms are smudged an ugly black with soot so he uses the back of his hand to wipe it away. His eyes are are definitely dry, it’s only sweat that’s all. Sweat rolling down his temples and cheeks, lord knows how long he’s been out here digging.

It will all be okay though. As soon as he finds his love they can go back to laughing over his terrible beatboxing. As soon as he finds his love they can go back to singing to the birds in the mornings with black coffee.

Lu Han crawls through the ashes of his former love.

prompt 4

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TEAM DAGE [C]

[(Anonymous)]

this wasnt what team b was expecting when they joined the circus

prompt 5

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TEAM SEHUN [C] 943 W TEAM MULTIPLIER??

[(Anonymous)]

kyungsoo arrives at baekhyun's apartment, just two blocks away from his own. he's throwing a party tonight and all of the school is gonna be there. baekhyun's parents are in jeju for the weekend for some business trip, so of course he'd take this chance to throw a party. it's the first part this year too, so it's gonna be the shit.

he rings the doorbell, backpack slung across his shoulder holding all the alcohol and paraphernalia he brought. when it comes to baekhyun, things get crazy, and they get crazy quick. he doesn't want to be that one guy sitting in the corner to himself. a wet blanket. no. it's a new school year and it's a fresh start. he hopes with this stuff everyone will forget how he threw up due to his nerves at last year's party.

baekhyun opens the door, bass seeping through into the quiet neighbourhood. "hey, kyungsoo you made it, man!" he pulls in kyungsoo for a hug and shoves him into the house, locking the door behind him.

there's already a shitload of people here and it's extremely loud. kyungsoo reminds himself to calm down. this scene is easy to deal with.

he sees captain of the swim team, huang zitao, sipping on some corona with his arm slung around zhang yixing's shoulder, some guy in a band but is a strong tree hugger. kyungsoo wonders how such two different people got together.

kyungsoo feels baekhyun clap him on the back. he turns to baekhyun who's grinning, face flushed and lightly scented with beer. "you brought anything?"

kyungsoo nods and takes off his backpack but baekhyun stops him. "go put your shit in the kitchen. all the booze is there. i'll be upstairs with chanyeol."

baekhyun leaves him alone and disappears in the crowd of people. he makes his way to the kitchen where he sees even more students from his school. kim jongdae, some guy known for his vocals and playing the violin. he's giggling like a little school boy, leaning into kim joonmyun, class president of his batch. but also, big douchebag.

kyungsoo tries to avoid them. they aren't his favourite group of people. it has nothing to do with the fact that kim joonmyun always walks in the halls like he's the prince or some shit. actually, it has everything to do with that. he's such a stuck up bitch just because his parents own like five department stores in seoul. he's not even that good looking. he looks like---

"hey, kyungsoo, over here!" joonmyun's call interrupts kyungsoo's thoughts. he looks over to them and gives them a smile, then proceeds to leave the kitchen.

joonmyun latches onto kyungsoo's backpack and spins him around. "hey, don't be a snob. we're no strangers here!"

kyungsoo is very close to losing his patience, but he decides it not worth it. joonmyun's tipsy as hell, and it'd just kill the mood. so he fakes a smile instead. "hi, joonmyun."

"what's up man! hey remember when you puked in front of everyone last year?" joonmyun says this obnoxiously loud, and everyone in the kitchen hears. they all turn to kyungsoo and start laughing at him. joonmyun smirks. "anyways guys, lets pop this bottle of champagne! it's 10% alcohol. i stole it from my parent's cabinet."

kyungsoo scoffs and whips his back pack in front of him. he clears his throat. "or, you guys can have this. i stole it from the liquor mart." kyungsoo pulls out a bottle of absolute vodka, crown royal, and ciroc. "40%, 40%, 40%.," kyungsoo says with a straight face. everyone in the kitchen looks at him, including joonmyun, who looks the most shocked out of the whole group.

kyungsoo smirks at him. "whaddup, bitch."

everyone in the house starts screaming and chanting do kyungsoo! do kyungsoo! do kyungsoo! suddenly people are grabbing kyungsoo and lifting him in the air, crowd diving amongst all the people here.

when he's finally put down, someone places a beer in his hand and gives him a peck on the cheek. as the person pulls away, kyungsoo sees it's oh sehun. hottest teen at their school. he's an uprising ulzzang. kyungsoo blushes a bit.

"hi," sehun says, cheeks flushed from the alcohol as well as the heat in the house. kyungsoo simply smiles back at him, and lets himself be dragged off upstairs.

everything's moving so fast. kyungsoo downs three beers and two shots and feels his head spinning. the noise is getting crazier. the last song he recognized was turn down for what. he hears the bass booming from the basement but he doesn't know what song it is anymore.

all he knows is he's making out with oh sehun, the school's hottest boy, on baekhyun's bed. or maybe baekhyun's parent's bed. who knows.

"you have a condom?" sehun asks between messy kisses.

"ah, no…i don't," kyungsoo replies nervously. sehun stops kissing him.

"what the fuck? who doesn't bring a condo--"

sehun is cut off because the door to the room suddenly opens and it's joonmyun with jongdae, stumbling in all messy and flushed. "oh, shit," jongdae says. "we'll give you some privacy."

kyungsoo can't stop himself but suddenly his stomach is churning and everything is back up and and--

sehun screams and kyungsoo's vomit gets all over him. "you fucking bastard!" sehun runs out of the room screaming bloody murder. "i just bought these clothes!"

joonmyun and jongdae are still in the room with kyungsoo, standing there, having witnessed it all. they both stare at him, looking sorry and amused.

"you'll need to steal some everclear next year for anyone to forget this."

kyungsoo cries inside. 75% alcohol? shit.

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HOLY SHIT OUT OF THE BLUE

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[worldcupexo]

as usual! forgot to include it in the comment, sorry

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