"name for the cup.
one-shot / g / sungyeol x everyone / romance; general / (2,808 words)

→ Sungyeol remembers names as much as he remembers every face that enters the espresso-ridden coffee shop. And he finally tastes love.

( It was horribly contagious and the small gesture of his appreciation made him feel like a triumphant Cupid and even considers for the smallest second that after coffee, love is what he loves the most.. )

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( With the littlest move, your heart flutters and dies at the same time. )

i keep pushing myself to you yet i know i'll run away if we finally get a chance to talk. god, what is a name? what is his name? and to think we're both anonymous to each other, my heart still races at the sight of you, my breath hitches just a little bit and the lump in my throat just keeps pushing and pushing itself out. i doubt that every gaze ( Read more... )

"upside down (part two).
one-shot / onew x key / romance; angst; slice of life / pg 16 / (6,364/11,401 words)

→ Every night Kibum was left alone, he hangs down the balcony railings, upside down, legs hooked in rusting bars, and breathes the cold air that prevails every time he breathes. They were just beautifully wasted, Jinki thinks.

( Perhaps, he just wants Kibum to at least hang upside down with him, where they can forget all that is in this stereotypical world and live on their own universe. )

"upside down (part one).
one-shot / onew x key / pg 16 / (5,037/11,401 words)

→ Every night Kibum was left alone, he hangs down the balcony railings, upside down, legs hooked in rusting bars, and breathes the cold air that prevails every time he breathes. They were just beautifully wasted, Jinki thinks.

( Can’t he just explode and run away? Of course not. Life doesn’t work that way. Jinki feels the wind freezing the sweat in his forehead as he slowly, unknowingly, fall back, letting his body catch the wind, feeling the adrenaline in his deprived veins. )

"inhale, exhale.
one-shot / onew x key x ot5 / pg 13 / 1335 words

→ jinki waits, waits, waits for kibum to come while he counts the limitless drops on his window pane, counts the beats of his high heart.

( he breathed, inhaled as deep as he can, feeling the rush, feeling the beats of his heart rise quickly out of his chest, erasing thoughts that would distract him from the next minutes to come, from him. )