“I'm at the salon,” Youngjin said.
“You go to the salon?” Jayoung sounded puzzled.
“Occasionally,” she said, even if it was a lie. She didn't care to explain the dynamic between herself and Soyeon, didn't even care to speak her name aloud to someone else because everyone already suspected they were in a relationship anyway.
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11 Oct 2021
behind closed doors are moments like this created just for them
Fandoms: ONEWE (Band)
14 Feb 2021
Yonghoon's rut comes, Hyungu helps him through it.
I am writing this letter in case the worst happens and if you are reading this, I guess that means it did. The first thing I want to say is, I love you so much. Truly and deeply. Part of me hopes that I'm writing this without reason, that decades from now I'll find it and smile at how worried I was. But also, it would be a lie if I said I wasn't looking forward to a peaceful death.
The wind whipped around Yonghoon with a ferocious power, making his hair fly around like mad. In his hand was an important piece of paper. It was extremely important to him, a letter of his love's last words. He read them all the time, when he needed to hear them the most. The once pristine white paper was now faded and yellowed, with two crease marks from being folded in thirds over and over again. The edges were ratty and showed small tears. The words written in ink on just one page had become smudged from him touching them, from wiping away tears that had fallen onto the paper.
Not good at summaries but I hope this is enticing enough ^_^
The door to the studio cracks open and Yonghoon’s head pokes in with a grin. Hyungu tamps down on his answering smile, knowing it’ll come out too wide.
"How's my favorite dongsaeng doing?" Yonghoon asks.
"Giwook's studio is down the hall, why don't you ask him?" Hyungu says flatly.
Hyungu stays at the studio late into the night. Yonghoon comes looking.