post #19

[seoulfulness]

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untitled exo, tao/kris
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destruction resolution infinite, sungyeol/myungsoo
a mix of heaven and hell exo, kai/chen
monochrome infinite, sunggyu/hoya
are you my romeo exo,kai/d.o
Favouritism exo, suho/kai
prompt walking between the raindrops exo, chanyeol/

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Cut Off; B1A4, Baro/Gongchan (1/2)

[anonymous]

I’m not really sure what time I showed up.

It was dark, but I wasn’t sure what that meant. It could’ve been midnight, it could’ve been right before dawn. It could’ve been the middle of the day, with the clouds so thick I couldn’t have seen the sun.

I’m not even sure how long I stayed.

I just sat down, in front of your door, and I waited. It didn’t feel like minutes or hours or even days, it felt like weeks, like months and years, and the only way I knew it wasn’t like that was because every time I looked up, the piles of snow on the streets would only be slightly bigger.

I fell asleep a lot, every time I got too tired of shivering. I kept having the same dream, over and over.

It always began with me waking up. It would still be snowing, my fingers would still be numb, I would still be sitting like a beggar on your front porch. The most terrifying thing about it was that the dream was exactly like reality, except for one thing.

“Sunwoo?”

Then you’d drop your keys or your groceries or maybe you wouldn’t even be holding anything, you’d just have your arms open, and I would just want so badly to jump up into them and bury my face in your hair. But instead I’d still be frozen.

Then you’d crouch down and say my name again.

“Sunwoo, what are you doing here?”

And then I would mutter those words that I knew wouldn’t mean anything to you.

“I’m so sorry.”

But the way you would react would always be the same.

You would wrap your hands around my neck, you’d let me rob you of all of your heat and let me cry into your shoulder.

Then I would hug you back and tell you everything that I’ve been meaning to say for so long.

“I’m an idiot. I screwed up and I miss you so much I could die. I need you to take me back, and I know that I’m not worth it but I’m begging you to please just let me come back. Let me come back and I swear on my life I will never, ever leave. I will love you like you deserve to be loved.”

Please, please, please. I would repeat the word with the same beat as my chattering teeth.

And then you would forgive me. That’s how I would figure out it was just a dream. You’d forgive me, every time.

Then I would wake up and poof. Larger piles of snow, shifted clouds, and I’d still be alone.