Sungyeol doesn’t remember how long he’s been dead; he just knows it’s been a long time. Long enough for his family to move out of the house and set up camp elsewhere, and long enough for his old friends to stop visiting his gravestone anymore. He thinks it’s been about 5 and a half years since it happened, and he can’t remember how he died either. ( Read more... )

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epilogue.

with a deep sigh, woohyun closes and locks the door, swinging his keys into his pocket. the shop, as it had been for the last six months, was starting to cost more than he earned from it, and if things didn’t start improving, he would have to start thinking about his future once again and ( Read more... )

Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night. - William Shakespeare

one.

It is always said there is no such thing as black and white, because it is impossible to only see the world in two opposite extremes, and most things fall into a spectrum of grey; just like yin and yang, good exists because evil ( Read more... )

originalIt has been a month since Myungsoo moved the last of his things out of the apartment. He left behind various things, from his duvet to his favourite cup that he knew Sungjong liked to drink out of, odd bottles of medicine he no longer needed to an old tube of BB cream he’d forgotten to use; he’d taken his other things, such as his TV and ( Read more... )

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xv.

just as promised, he goes to visit sunggyu again the following night. he’s still sick but he’s looking a little less so, which makes woohyun happy; he takes over some leftover bibimbap he had made for dinner that evening and once again buys a hot chocolate from the coffee shop before making his way there. sunggyu definitely ( Read more... )

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ix.

ten days into the new year, woohyun goes to the coffee shop at 3am because he can’t sleep. sunggyu is there, as he hopedexpected he would be; they smile now, comfortable with each other enough to go beyond formality boundaries. woohyun orders a caramel macchiato again, sits in the same spot by the window, watching as sunggyu ( Read more... )

i.

the shelves are in perfect alignment the place they first meet.

it’s seven in the evening, sometime in mid december, slow raindrops falling on the roof; inside the library, it’s near empty, save for the last remaining customers before closing time and the one librarian who’s busy dusting the spines.

a bright light and then a crash of thunder. ( Read more... )

By the time Myungsoo returns, it’s already dark in the apartment, only small specks of light filtering in from the moon or the standby-lights from the TV, phone charger, washing machine. There’s the quiet buzz from the fridge in the background, the repetitive ticking of the clock above the door. There’s the cold remains of strong coffee in the cup ( Read more... )

It’s the light dusting of snow on the tree tops and the wonderfully post-festive chill in the air that causes Sungyeol so much excitement that morning; he’s always the first to wake up out of the two of them, and it’s that same morning Myungsoo wakes up to the delicious scent of breakfast from the far-too-small box kitchen that they both share. He ( Read more... )

Title: In Blood and War
Summary: When Kim Myungsoo was twenty-two, he was turned into a vampire.
Rating: pg-13
A/N: Word count is 2,500. Based off A Thousand Years by Christina Perri. Written because my brain reaaaally likes the idea of a vampire Myungsoo.

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