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[brekker]

not putting it under "fanfiction" because as you could have read (no one does that, brekker, who are you kidding) from my previous stories what I´m doing is not writing it is more like a toddler putting words together.
but if you are into getting a VERY short, fan-service-y story written.
just reply with your bias (just in case I cannot tell, you know since 2020 my brain is off it´s yongguk in)
♥♥♥

oh those stories are totally gonna be inspired by other settings and stories, but give it a try!

 

[Magician]

Nayeon

 

[Chaeee]

Mia

 

[brekker]

Nayeon

It was a dream of hers to go to see the Twice gig. Never had she imagined she would eventually get the chance because Europe? Because Twice? Because this and that. There would always be a tons of reasons that fear would create within us why some things were not possible and she knew that. With her lips pressed together and her knees shaking with anticipation she was fighting her way to the stage. To be as close as possible, to enjoy the show, to see her favourite girls. They said there would be a fan sign (over prized and overcrowded) and she was in with all her money that she had been saving for her new ipad. Screw that! They all said money could buy you happiness.

Hypocrisy at its best, M laughed to herself as she was holding a ticket in one hand and her poor friend in another. They had to be close. Mood on, her energy level high not even on any energy drinks or caffeine, Marvel heroes could hide themselves in shame right now. M. was there to party, M. was there to steal the sweet Nayeon, befriend her and hide in her suitcase to be taken to Korea. The plan made total sense, she was different than everyone in the room after all. Right?

It took a while for people to gather, everyone chatting loudly, the excitement and energy were filling the room, almost STEALING the last bit of air that was left, but no one minded. The moment the girls were on stage, the moment they played Likey Likey, everyone died. STOP THE WORLD, THE WORLD HAS ENEDED, all that mattered was dancing, singing and screaming. Anyone else might fear the loss of voice but a teacher? HA, YOU TRY THEM. M´s vocal cords had been trained for that moment and who would care for anything else??? who would care for bad Korean? she was ready.

the moment that seemed to last forever was gone with a blink of an eye. A bit melancholic no one really let that affect their mood, everything good comes to an end and a lot of people were gathering outside. M and her friend were ready to go home when a couple of people who had been COSTANTLY talking behind their back shouted at them "hey, wanna grab a beer?" M turned around seeing how excited they were and she really had no fans around. The friend of hers had a face of .... wait, no, she didn´t seem to be miserable ... she seemed to be quite into the only guy in the group, standing there not-interested in anything ("That´s my brother, ignore him." said one of the girls.) Yeah ignoring him would be a challenge for the night, but now it seemed like it was M doing her friend a favour. So they were to hang out with a bunch of youngsters and a hot guy. Cool, but M didn´t mind. She picked herself up, put a smile on her face and was pleasantly surprised that instead of an old, dirty pub they ended up in a stylish café with decent prizes and lovely music. No, kpop but still sweet and jazzy. Exactly what you needed and while the girls were talking, the friend was trying to propose to her newly found love and M was trying to read her future from coffee grounds she heard a familiar language.

Not German, obviously and not English that she knew so perfectly well. The Korean girl that was currently speaking filled in the room with her ringing voice and laugh. Some people were following, some were answering ... something that M could not fully understand as her Korean was somewhere past "otake and gwenchana" but as she turned her head nothing was gwenchana anymore. She was about to pass out. OH MY GOD.

What is air? What is coffee? What is THIS? NAYEON standing behind her with the girls? Excuse you? how dare you ruin my reality like this? who was making fun of her??? what the hell?

I I I I

she was trying to start the sentence but instead she just turned her head and said nothing. the group of girls with her seemed to be enthusiastically debating about their favourite tracks, not realising that those they were talking about were next to them.

"I am YOUR BIGGEST FAN!!!" M stood up and yelled so that EVERYONE literally EVERYONE stopped talking. Her cry was so scary that even the bartended stopped doing the latte art and the waitress almost slipped on air. Everyone and their mother were scared to death, but Nayeon came to her. (M breathe!!!!!!!) and bowed to her. "Thank you" she said in shy English. And then it started, the waterfall of words, admiration, awkward hugs, pictures, selfies and it ended by the two tables getting together.
Weird because the more they talked to each other, the more they were realising how human they were. "You are a teacher?" asked Nayeon, "oh that must be hard and how old are the kids?" M didn´t understand how someone could find interest in something so ordinary but it was there.
At that moment it was Nayeon who seemed fangirling. What we might consider ordinary, other might consider extraordinary.
And M would have never believed that one day her ult and she would follow each other on Instagram and five years later would meet in Seoul.

♥♥♥♥♥

that ending was cheesy as hell but hey, what is life if we cannot dream ahaha
hope it is not bad!!!

 

[Villains]

bangchan

 

[brekker]

Mia

It was the first week of hers in Korea. She had recently moved here with her family because of some better opportunities and because Korea was the hot market, the place to be if you wanted to succeed and which family would not to? G. would sit in the plane sulking, there had been days when she would be crying into her pillow. She knew worse things could happen, worse than moving to a country that was currently admired for its technology progress, for its music and film industry. She knew that and perhaps there was a part of her that admired all that and perhaps would wish to be like one of those cool "it" girls that were fearless and gorgeous on any occasion, ready to grab every opportunity to "better" themselves or whatever thing they were trying to tell themselves and the others but this wasn´t it. How could you leave your life like that? She felt like she was disappearing from the old self, she felt like closing the chapter and running away, but instead of that choice being hers it wasn´t. It was her family´s choice made for her.
So she was sulky and sad and disappointed and nervous and all those emotions were fighting in her. There were not enough tears to cry and screaming would be inappropriate. She wishes she was a baby so she could scream out all her feels and emotions. LISTEN WORLD, I DON´T WANT TO GO. THIS IS NOT MY DECISION.
but everyone kept telling her how she was going to like it, even the people who already knew the magical world of kpop were falling on their knees begging her to take them with her. YOU WILL FIND YOUR OPPA. Oppa? weird, she said with a disgusted face though she had to go and google the word the same evening. After all, she had to start preparing for a journey and while she didn´t want to admit that, a song or two made it into her mind and to her taste.
Sleeping, browsing the Internet when she was allowed to, looking at the scenery changing under her she had finally reached her destination. Not talking to anyone, the rule of emo teenagers - the world was bad and no ne understood me though the tiredness melted some edges, she wasn´t ready and wasn´t happy, she was just tired. Two days of mindless shopping, two days of being thrown into a world where she could barely understand anything. People were different, so stylish, so thin, so polite and so indifferent. They said in Seoul like in any other big cities you meet people that are driven, ambitious, fast, impolite but that was exactly what was fascinating. Everyone seemed to know what they were doing and where they were going apart from her.
Two days were still not enough to shake off the jet leg but she had to start school. Her love for theatre and the head teacher´s love for having a foreigner attending his school, she was enrolled into a theatre school. It sounded interesting enough if only she could speak Korean.
Her first day could not be closer to a cliché even if she tried, the nervous introduction, overly curious classmates who were just half-assing their friendship and not to speak about getting lost in the canteen and eating lunch on her own. She had already memorized Hangul but writing was still a problem so she had to attend special classes in the evening. Instead of going home where her time would be spent by checking her email or scrolling through someone´s instagram and dreaming about coming back she decided to go on a walk to talk some pictures.
But it would not be enough of a story if something didn´t happen. The casual, calm walk being ruined by a boy on the bike. "Hey, watch out!" she yelled in English as they were both lying on the sidewalk, him apologising as if he was the reason why the world was hit with drought and her lying there wondering whether her hand was really broken or she was just over exaggerating.
The people around her seemed to know better and she would close her eyes for a moment, a minute only just to open them in a hospital bed. "What?" was all she managed to ask as she turned her head to see a girl slightly older than her. "You were unconscious" she probably said in Korean as G only understood the subject and the verb of the sentence. She obviously looked so puzzled that the girl tried to speak with her broken English "you hit your head" she said with a cute smile as if she was telling a fairy tale story to a child.
Was this some new form of politeness? G asked herself, she was so lost. "Agh, thanks" She showed her thumb up.
"It´s ok" the girl replied with the same cute smile and her own thumb up. "My name is Han Eunji" she said happily.
"I´m G.." she tried to offer her hand but the right one was broken. DAMN!
" I really hate hospitals. Do you like hospitals?" she asked. What a freak. Who likes hospitals?
"No. Do you like .... " G was lost for words. What should she ask? Why did it seem to be so hard to start a conversation? What do Koreans like? Baseball? Marvel? DC? Kdramas?
"Do you like kpop?" she asked with her eyebrows raised.
"Sure" the girl giggled. "One day, I want to be a kpop star and sing for millions of people , don´t you?"
G giggled. "If you are a kpop star. Let me be your manager" she offered her the pinky.
"Promise"
"Promise" said Eunji.

♥♥♥♥
I hope it is ok!!! Kprofiles said Mia hates hospitals so here is what I went with :D

 

[brekker]

bangchan

just gonna do my workout. this might be sweet home inspired :)

 

[Magician]

It was a dream of hers to go to see the Twice gig. Never had she imagined she would eventually get the chance because Europe? Because Twice? Because this and that. There would always be a tons of reasons that fear would create within us why some things were not possible and she knew that. With her lips pressed together and her knees shaking with anticipation she was fighting her way to the stage. To be as close as possible, to enjoy the show, to see her favourite girls. They said there would be a fan sign (over prized and overcrowded) and she was in with all her money that she had been saving for her new ipad. Screw that! They all said money could buy you happiness.

Hypocrisy at its best, M laughed to herself as she was holding a ticket in one hand and her poor friend in another. They had to be close. Mood on, her energy level high not even on any energy drinks or caffeine, Marvel heroes could hide themselves in shame right now. M. was there to party, M. was there to steal the sweet Nayeon, befriend her and hide in her suitcase to be taken to Korea. The plan made total sense, she was different than everyone in the room after all. Right?

It took a while for people to gather, everyone chatting loudly, the excitement and energy were filling the room, almost STEALING the last bit of air that was left, but no one minded. The moment the girls were on stage, the moment they played Likey Likey, everyone died. STOP THE WORLD, THE WORLD HAS ENEDED, all that mattered was dancing, singing and screaming. Anyone else might fear the loss of voice but a teacher? HA, YOU TRY THEM. M´s vocal cords had been trained for that moment and who would care for anything else??? who would care for bad Korean? she was ready.

the moment that seemed to last forever was gone with a blink of an eye. A bit melancholic no one really let that affect their mood, everything good comes to an end and a lot of people were gathering outside. M and her friend were ready to go home when a couple of people who had been COSTANTLY talking behind their back shouted at them "hey, wanna grab a beer?" M turned around seeing how excited they were and she really had no fans around. The friend of hers had a face of .... wait, no, she didn´t seem to be miserable ... she seemed to be quite into the only guy in the group, standing there not-interested in anything ("That´s my brother, ignore him." said one of the girls.) Yeah ignoring him would be a challenge for the night, but now it seemed like it was M doing her friend a favour. So they were to hang out with a bunch of youngsters and a hot guy. Cool, but M didn´t mind. She picked herself up, put a smile on her face and was pleasantly surprised that instead of an old, dirty pub they ended up in a stylish café with decent prizes and lovely music. No, kpop but still sweet and jazzy. Exactly what you needed and while the girls were talking, the friend was trying to propose to her newly found love and M was trying to read her future from coffee grounds she heard a familiar language.

Not German, obviously and not English that she knew so perfectly well. The Korean girl that was currently speaking filled in the room with her ringing voice and laugh. Some people were following, some were answering ... something that M could not fully understand as her Korean was somewhere past "otake and gwenchana" but as she turned her head nothing was gwenchana anymore. She was about to pass out. OH MY GOD.

What is air? What is coffee? What is THIS? NAYEON standing behind her with the girls? Excuse you? how dare you ruin my reality like this? who was making fun of her??? what the hell?

I I I I

she was trying to start the sentence but instead she just turned her head and said nothing. the group of girls with her seemed to be enthusiastically debating about their favourite tracks, not realising that those they were talking about were next to them.

"I am YOUR BIGGEST FAN!!!" M stood up and yelled so that EVERYONE literally EVERYONE stopped talking. Her cry was so scary that even the bartended stopped doing the latte art and the waitress almost slipped on air. Everyone and their mother were scared to death, but Nayeon came to her. (M breathe!!!!!!!) and bowed to her. "Thank you" she said in shy English. And then it started, the waterfall of words, admiration, awkward hugs, pictures, selfies and it ended by the two tables getting together.
Weird because the more they talked to each other, the more they were realising how human they were. "You are a teacher?" asked Nayeon, "oh that must be hard and how old are the kids?" M didn´t understand how someone could find interest in something so ordinary but it was there.
At that moment it was Nayeon who seemed fangirling. What we might consider ordinary, other might consider extraordinary.
And M would have never believed that one day her ult and she would follow each other on Instagram and five years later would meet in Seoul.

♥♥♥♥♥

that ending was cheesy as hell but hey, what is life if we cannot dream ahaha
hope it is not bad!!!

omgggggg this is so cute!!

thank you so much

 

[brekker]

omgggggg this is so cute!!

thank you so much

thank you so much for requesting and reading ♥

 

[Chaeee]

It was the first week of hers in Korea. She had recently moved here with her family because of some better opportunities and because Korea was the hot market, the place to be if you wanted to succeed and which family would not to? G. would sit in the plane sulking, there had been days when she would be crying into her pillow. She knew worse things could happen, worse than moving to a country that was currently admired for its technology progress, for its music and film industry. She knew that and perhaps there was a part of her that admired all that and perhaps would wish to be like one of those cool "it" girls that were fearless and gorgeous on any occasion, ready to grab every opportunity to "better" themselves or whatever thing they were trying to tell themselves and the others but this wasn´t it. How could you leave your life like that? She felt like she was disappearing from the old self, she felt like closing the chapter and running away, but instead of that choice being hers it wasn´t. It was her family´s choice made for her.
So she was sulky and sad and disappointed and nervous and all those emotions were fighting in her. There were not enough tears to cry and screaming would be inappropriate. She wishes she was a baby so she could scream out all her feels and emotions. LISTEN WORLD, I DON´T WANT TO GO. THIS IS NOT MY DECISION.
but everyone kept telling her how she was going to like it, even the people who already knew the magical world of kpop were falling on their knees begging her to take them with her. YOU WILL FIND YOUR OPPA. Oppa? weird, she said with a disgusted face though she had to go and google the word the same evening. After all, she had to start preparing for a journey and while she didn´t want to admit that, a song or two made it into her mind and to her taste.
Sleeping, browsing the Internet when she was allowed to, looking at the scenery changing under her she had finally reached her destination. Not talking to anyone, the rule of emo teenagers - the world was bad and no ne understood me though the tiredness melted some edges, she wasn´t ready and wasn´t happy, she was just tired. Two days of mindless shopping, two days of being thrown into a world where she could barely understand anything. People were different, so stylish, so thin, so polite and so indifferent. They said in Seoul like in any other big cities you meet people that are driven, ambitious, fast, impolite but that was exactly what was fascinating. Everyone seemed to know what they were doing and where they were going apart from her.
Two days were still not enough to shake off the jet leg but she had to start school. Her love for theatre and the head teacher´s love for having a foreigner attending his school, she was enrolled into a theatre school. It sounded interesting enough if only she could speak Korean.
Her first day could not be closer to a cliché even if she tried, the nervous introduction, overly curious classmates who were just half-assing their friendship and not to speak about getting lost in the canteen and eating lunch on her own. She had already memorized Hangul but writing was still a problem so she had to attend special classes in the evening. Instead of going home where her time would be spent by checking her email or scrolling through someone´s instagram and dreaming about coming back she decided to go on a walk to talk some pictures.
But it would not be enough of a story if something didn´t happen. The casual, calm walk being ruined by a boy on the bike. "Hey, watch out!" she yelled in English as they were both lying on the sidewalk, him apologising as if he was the reason why the world was hit with drought and her lying there wondering whether her hand was really broken or she was just over exaggerating.
The people around her seemed to know better and she would close her eyes for a moment, a minute only just to open them in a hospital bed. "What?" was all she managed to ask as she turned her head to see a girl slightly older than her. "You were unconscious" she probably said in Korean as G only understood the subject and the verb of the sentence. She obviously looked so puzzled that the girl tried to speak with her broken English "you hit your head" she said with a cute smile as if she was telling a fairy tale story to a child.
Was this some new form of politeness? G asked herself, she was so lost. "Agh, thanks" She showed her thumb up.
"It´s ok" the girl replied with the same cute smile and her own thumb up. "My name is Han Eunji" she said happily.
"I´m G.." she tried to offer her hand but the right one was broken. DAMN!
" I really hate hospitals. Do you like hospitals?" she asked. What a freak. Who likes hospitals?
"No. Do you like .... " G was lost for words. What should she ask? Why did it seem to be so hard to start a conversation? What do Koreans like? Baseball? Marvel? DC? Kdramas?
"Do you like kpop?" she asked with her eyebrows raised.
"Sure" the girl giggled. "One day, I want to be a kpop star and sing for millions of people , don´t you?"
G giggled. "If you are a kpop star. Let me be your manager" she offered her the pinky.
"Promise"
"Promise" said Eunji.

♥♥♥♥
I hope it is ok!!! Kprofiles said Mia hates hospitals so here is what I went with :D

I love it Thank you for taking time to write it for me

 

[brekker]

bangchan

Australia seemed to be the last resort for those who survived, who didn´t turn into monsters. Though didn´t they? Sitting, looking out of the window, trying to ignore the buildings set on fire, it felt as if she was breathing ashes, her lungs burning despite the glass separating her from the world. The bus journey to a place somewhere near Sydney or whatever. It didn´t matter, most cities these days looked the same - her coming from America did not matter. It still felt like a nightmare that you cannot wake up from. She had often wished to travel the world, just like everyone else, perhaps a bit of naivety, adventure and excitement. The feeling of youth that the world is ours. She closed her eyes, she wished she could at least listen to music or read anything but her eyes were burning and she almost didn´t notice that she was crying. "Here" a guy was giving her a bat with extra nails in it. "What is it?" she looked at him scared. Did he really think she could kill anyone with that? "You don´t wanna die, do you?" he asked. The guy looked pretty muscular, like one of those guys who believe that people like him should make America great again. Now, the whole world was trying to survive on this pathetic small island, waiting till it was the time to discover who was the next one to be infected. Everyone in that bus was American and their minds were hazy. Should they really fight for their lives with sticks, bats and kitchen knives? They were after all, the first wave of immigrants to come.
"Die if you want" he said, this time everyone noticed a strong Texan accent. Well, perhaps no matter what it would not be a totally bad idea to stay near him. After all, imagining that she would have to kill someone was sickening.

How many times has she watched the dystopian shows? How many times did she imagine what the end of the world would look like? Countless. The nihilism created by reading French existentialists and imagining dreaming a cup of coffee in Paris. How snobby it sounded and here we are. It made her chuckle. "I will certainly not die here. " said with a slightly arrogant tone of a youngster she made a couple of heads turn - some with nostalgia because they remembered their own youth and the others with disgust because who is SHE to be so sure? but something in her was telling her this was not her time to die and despite feeling terribly dirty after day without shower and knowing that it was not possible until they would reach the camp (and who knew if after, depending how much available water they had here). but she gathered the last piece of courage. she was not going to die here and she was going to carry this hope with her everywhere.

when they reached the camp, her eyes were open and her throat got used to the pollution. this was now her life and if she really wanted to survive better speed-mature and stop crying, but she still felt her fingers turning white how desperately she was squeezing the bat. It was going to be alright. she could hear her mother´s voice and everything turned upside down for a moment. "You coming down?" a voice asked her as she had turned to notice that the passengers were waiting for her to get off the bus. She could barely walk properly, feeling as if she was going to miss the step. "Are you okay?" the voice asked her again. This time she had noticed it wasn´t an American accent that she could hear but the boy was probably Australian (or was he British? she could hardly distinguish) she looked at his face, his hair was dirty blonde but she could she it was just a colour dye that was soon to be washed off. "yeah" she blinked her eyes.

at that moment she didn´t really think about boys, dating or any attraction. people were dying or turning into monsters! how could she? yet, it seemed like her heart did skip a beat. his face was handsome sure, but something about him made her immediately like him. was it the smile? the eyes? NO, STOP. this is not the time and place to fall in love.

"I will show you around." he said with a smile that woke her up from her day dreaming. Suddenly she almost felt ashamed of her looks. her hair had to be turning into dreadlocks and she had to look like someone who had been running from one airport to another for good two weeks and had barely time to breathe which was ... true. "I´m Chris" he offered her his hand and she shyly accepted it, shaking carefully. but she didn´t want to seem insincere so she squeezed his hand and offered a smile. "I´m C." he looked a bit disappointed even that she didn´t share her full name but was quick to hide that. There wasn´t any time for romance as more people were following them and he was showing them around.
Luckily, they were offered to take short showers if they were below 2 minutes and with cold water but beggars could not be choosers so C nourished her all her hope and bravery and decided to brace herself before the icy water. Not to mention that she didn´t want to look like a homeless person (which was exactly who she was) in front of Chris.

Planning this whole "I was JUST PASSING BY..." plan since everything sounded better than planning an attack or thinking up plans what to do if anyone turns into a monster and finding yourself a partner who "will kill you if you turn into one" because who wants that was just a better offer of the day. so she embraced the teenager self and stalked Chris around until she finally found him. He was cleaning plates which was just PERFECT. She could ofer her own help and look perfectly helpful and kind. "Hey, could I help...." she stopped mid sentence, her smile freezing on her face as the blood was running down her nose. "shit" he looked at her "shit" She was turning into a monster.

♥♥♥♥

this seems super rushed but somehow I couldn´t stop writing it, this might definitely need part two if requested but take it as a teaser :D

 

[brekker]

I love it Thank you for taking time to write it for me

always! thank you for your trust and thank you for reading ♥

 

[athenaaa]

Hanse please

 

[Villains]

Australia seemed to be the last resort for those who survived, who didn´t turn into monsters. Though didn´t they? Sitting, looking out of the window, trying to ignore the buildings set on fire, it felt as if she was breathing ashes, her lungs burning despite the glass separating her from the world. The bus journey to a place somewhere near Sydney or whatever. It didn´t matter, most cities these days looked the same - her coming from America did not matter. It still felt like a nightmare that you cannot wake up from. She had often wished to travel the world, just like everyone else, perhaps a bit of naivety, adventure and excitement. The feeling of youth that the world is ours. She closed her eyes, she wished she could at least listen to music or read anything but her eyes were burning and she almost didn´t notice that she was crying. "Here" a guy was giving her a bat with extra nails in it. "What is it?" she looked at him scared. Did he really think she could kill anyone with that? "You don´t wanna die, do you?" he asked. The guy looked pretty muscular, like one of those guys who believe that people like him should make America great again. Now, the whole world was trying to survive on this pathetic small island, waiting till it was the time to discover who was the next one to be infected. Everyone in that bus was American and their minds were hazy. Should they really fight for their lives with sticks, bats and kitchen knives? They were after all, the first wave of immigrants to come.
"Die if you want" he said, this time everyone noticed a strong Texan accent. Well, perhaps no matter what it would not be a totally bad idea to stay near him. After all, imagining that she would have to kill someone was sickening.

How many times has she watched the dystopian shows? How many times did she imagine what the end of the world would look like? Countless. The nihilism created by reading French existentialists and imagining dreaming a cup of coffee in Paris. How snobby it sounded and here we are. It made her chuckle. "I will certainly not die here. " said with a slightly arrogant tone of a youngster she made a couple of heads turn - some with nostalgia because they remembered their own youth and the others with disgust because who is SHE to be so sure? but something in her was telling her this was not her time to die and despite feeling terribly dirty after day without shower and knowing that it was not possible until they would reach the camp (and who knew if after, depending how much available water they had here). but she gathered the last piece of courage. she was not going to die here and she was going to carry this hope with her everywhere.

when they reached the camp, her eyes were open and her throat got used to the pollution. this was now her life and if she really wanted to survive better speed-mature and stop crying, but she still felt her fingers turning white how desperately she was squeezing the bat. It was going to be alright. she could hear her mother´s voice and everything turned upside down for a moment. "You coming down?" a voice asked her as she had turned to notice that the passengers were waiting for her to get off the bus. She could barely walk properly, feeling as if she was going to miss the step. "Are you okay?" the voice asked her again. This time she had noticed it wasn´t an American accent that she could hear but the boy was probably Australian (or was he British? she could hardly distinguish) she looked at his face, his hair was dirty blonde but she could she it was just a colour dye that was soon to be washed off. "yeah" she blinked her eyes.

at that moment she didn´t really think about boys, dating or any attraction. people were dying or turning into monsters! how could she? yet, it seemed like her heart did skip a beat. his face was handsome sure, but something about him made her immediately like him. was it the smile? the eyes? NO, STOP. this is not the time and place to fall in love.

"I will show you around." he said with a smile that woke her up from her day dreaming. Suddenly she almost felt ashamed of her looks. her hair had to be turning into dreadlocks and she had to look like someone who had been running from one airport to another for good two weeks and had barely time to breathe which was ... true. "I´m Chris" he offered her his hand and she shyly accepted it, shaking carefully. but she didn´t want to seem insincere so she squeezed his hand and offered a smile. "I´m C." he looked a bit disappointed even that she didn´t share her full name but was quick to hide that. There wasn´t any time for romance as more people were following them and he was showing them around.
Luckily, they were offered to take short showers if they were below 2 minutes and with cold water but beggars could not be choosers so C nourished her all her hope and bravery and decided to brace herself before the icy water. Not to mention that she didn´t want to look like a homeless person (which was exactly who she was) in front of Chris.

Planning this whole "I was JUST PASSING BY..." plan since everything sounded better than planning an attack or thinking up plans what to do if anyone turns into a monster and finding yourself a partner who "will kill you if you turn into one" because who wants that was just a better offer of the day. so she embraced the teenager self and stalked Chris around until she finally found him. He was cleaning plates which was just PERFECT. She could ofer her own help and look perfectly helpful and kind. "Hey, could I help...." she stopped mid sentence, her smile freezing on her face as the blood was running down her nose. "shit" he looked at her "shit" She was turning into a monster.

♥♥♥♥

this seems super rushed but somehow I couldn´t stop writing it, this might definitely need part two if requested but take it as a teaser :D

this is so good!! i would love a part two if you're up for writing it

 

[brekker]

this is so good!! i would love a part two if you're up for writing it

thank you so much for your request and even wanting a part two!!!! OMG. doesn´t happen often!!! happy day! ♥

 

[Villains]

thank you so much for your request and even wanting a part two!!!! OMG. doesn´t happen often!!! happy day! ♥

of course! you're so good at writing

 

[brekker]

Hanse please

"OH, look the bunch of trainees are coming" Winter´s friends were whispering to each other, their noses a bit uppity. They were all seniors to the young trainees while Winter was a newbie in the department. A Canadian to be given a post in the company was already a rarity but whoever does the job best receives the praise as long as the company benefits from it. Those were the rules of the economy and the survival. Better learn those rules quickly unless one desired to be eaten by the corporation and while Winter´s choice of profession was somewhere far from being a mouse in the this labyrinth one would never turn down to work in Korea and especially a kpop company. Like why? They weren´t dumb, non? So Winter joined their colleagues in smiling and eye rolling.

All of them were reasonably handsome and cool, one more than the other but to Winter they all seemed pretty down to Earth and really trying to put on their best face in front of the stuff. After all, they were just starting and no one wanted to make themselves look bad and cause a havoc until there was a good reason for it. They all were walking with their heads down, their eyes on the ground, their backs ready to back down apart from one. Winter would later learn his name was Do Han Se. With a head up and a confident expression he was empowering so much that as his members noticed that he didn´t get any scolding they also raised their heads facing the newest gossip and criticism. Were they too tall? Too small? Were their looks according to the beauty standards? "What´s on the agenda?" he asked turning to face Winter´s group.

"Oh, actually" one of the unimpressed poked Winter. "Since today this is your new manager. Being here only for a month they had already proven to know the market and mainly English in case you guys would be popular overseas. " As if, she chuckled. For some reason, arrogance and swag were not considered sexy. Since when? ehm? Weren´t the tsundere types popular? Where is Eunwoo to prove everyone wrong? Winter smiled and let them introduce each other with a bow. Slightly confused about age and whether they should follow the protocol of Korean or American-International introduction it created a rather funny atmosphere. Everyone was bowing and showing hands and everyone was unsure what to do. Winter had no idea that such a task would be given to them but when it doubt employ the poker face.

"So what is on the agenda?" Hanse asked again, making his members turn to him with angry faces.
"Oh I guess, dance practice?" Winter was checking with the other stuff who were nodding quickly.
"Are we allowed coffee before?" He said with a firm voice.
"Actually we are running late so..." Seungsik finally stepping down and reminding everyone he was there too - THE leader.
"So maybe Winter could get it?" An innocent request of course but somehow it made them angry. What the heck???? Weren´t their trainees?
but now how were they different from the annoying, gossiping colleagues?
"Sure, I´ll get them" Winter took all the orders and went outside. Koreans love their coffee and know how to make it. It wasn´t a rainy day and despite it still being February, it was a pleasant walk as spring could already be felt in the air and the temperature was getting higher.

As soon as they got back (which was some time because OF HOW MANY COFFFES THEY HAD TO CARRY)
And as Winter was walking, the classical, THE MOST CLASSICAL, THE MOST PATHETIC MOVE THAT COULD EVER HAPPEN (in every single kdrama EVER) they tripped over the tsundere type of a character - insert Hanse - if only he .... did .... catch them.
Winter was falling ungracefully like a bag of potatoes and EVERYONE was catching the coffee cups like crazy. They even scream OH NO MY COFFEE as she was watching this happening that in slow mo, they could not believe this was honestly happening.
They fell down on their knees, only one cup spilling (a miracle) and almost crying.
Now, all of that seemed comical but back then? It seemed like no one cared so they packed their sad butt up and went to the hallway, not bothering to excuse themselves. Tears were coming to their eyes. Why? They were only trying to do their best and even THEY had to admit the whole scene was funny....

"Hey" a familiar voice was speaking, the voice that they grew to slowly hate.
"Hm" they answered.
"You are not crying, are you?" He came to her so close that they could feel his breath on their face.
"Why do you care?"
"Because I kinda like you"

kinda ... like ... you because they were obviously high school teenagers or something, but hey it was just the beginning. they would have to teach them how to confess properly.

♥♥♥♥
I have read Hanse is the tsundere type and milked it to the bone.
it is a bit rushed I think but I didn´t want to make it SUPER LONG.
I hope it is at least a bit cute though ♥ and that I managed to somehow, a little bit transfer it.
thank you so much for requesting!!!

 

[athenaaa]

"OH, look the bunch of trainees are coming" Winter´s friends were whispering to each other, their noses a bit uppity. They were all seniors to the young trainees while Winter was a newbie in the department. A Canadian to be given a post in the company was already a rarity but whoever does the job best receives the praise as long as the company benefits from it. Those were the rules of the economy and the survival. Better learn those rules quickly unless one desired to be eaten by the corporation and while Winter´s choice of profession was somewhere far from being a mouse in the this labyrinth one would never turn down to work in Korea and especially a kpop company. Like why? They weren´t dumb, non? So Winter joined their colleagues in smiling and eye rolling.

All of them were reasonably handsome and cool, one more than the other but to Winter they all seemed pretty down to Earth and really trying to put on their best face in front of the stuff. After all, they were just starting and no one wanted to make themselves look bad and cause a havoc until there was a good reason for it. They all were walking with their heads down, their eyes on the ground, their backs ready to back down apart from one. Winter would later learn his name was Do Han Se. With a head up and a confident expression he was empowering so much that as his members noticed that he didn´t get any scolding they also raised their heads facing the newest gossip and criticism. Were they too tall? Too small? Were their looks according to the beauty standards? "What´s on the agenda?" he asked turning to face Winter´s group.

"Oh, actually" one of the unimpressed poked Winter. "Since today this is your new manager. Being here only for a month they had already proven to know the market and mainly English in case you guys would be popular overseas. " As if, she chuckled. For some reason, arrogance and swag were not considered sexy. Since when? ehm? Weren´t the tsundere types popular? Where is Eunwoo to prove everyone wrong? Winter smiled and let them introduce each other with a bow. Slightly confused about age and whether they should follow the protocol of Korean or American-International introduction it created a rather funny atmosphere. Everyone was bowing and showing hands and everyone was unsure what to do. Winter had no idea that such a task would be given to them but when it doubt employ the poker face.

"So what is on the agenda?" Hanse asked again, making his members turn to him with angry faces.
"Oh I guess, dance practice?" Winter was checking with the other stuff who were nodding quickly.
"Are we allowed coffee before?" He said with a firm voice.
"Actually we are running late so..." Seungsik finally stepping down and reminding everyone he was there too - THE leader.
"So maybe Winter could get it?" An innocent request of course but somehow it made them angry. What the heck???? Weren´t their trainees?
but now how were they different from the annoying, gossiping colleagues?
"Sure, I´ll get them" Winter took all the orders and went outside. Koreans love their coffee and know how to make it. It wasn´t a rainy day and despite it still being February, it was a pleasant walk as spring could already be felt in the air and the temperature was getting higher.

As soon as they got back (which was some time because OF HOW MANY COFFFES THEY HAD TO CARRY)
And as Winter was walking, the classical, THE MOST CLASSICAL, THE MOST PATHETIC MOVE THAT COULD EVER HAPPEN (in every single kdrama EVER) they tripped over the tsundere type of a character - insert Hanse - if only he .... did .... catch them.
Winter was falling ungracefully like a bag of potatoes and EVERYONE was catching the coffee cups like crazy. They even scream OH NO MY COFFEE as she was watching this happening that in slow mo, they could not believe this was honestly happening.
They fell down on their knees, only one cup spilling (a miracle) and almost crying.
Now, all of that seemed comical but back then? It seemed like no one cared so they packed their sad butt up and went to the hallway, not bothering to excuse themselves. Tears were coming to their eyes. Why? They were only trying to do their best and even THEY had to admit the whole scene was funny....

"Hey" a familiar voice was speaking, the voice that they grew to slowly hate.
"Hm" they answered.
"You are not crying, are you?" He came to her so close that they could feel his breath on their face.
"Why do you care?"
"Because I kinda like you"

kinda ... like ... you because they were obviously high school teenagers or something, but hey it was just the beginning. they would have to teach them how to confess properly.

♥♥♥♥
I have read Hanse is the tsundere type and milked it to the bone.
it is a bit rushed I think but I didn´t want to make it SUPER LONG.
I hope it is at least a bit cute though ♥ and that I managed to somehow, a little bit transfer it.
thank you so much for requesting!!!

Thank you for taking the time to write this! It was very interesting to read and kept me on my toes for sure! You are a very good writer

 

[Juniverse]

Jun

The way I read all of these even though I don't stan the idols, I just love your writing

 

[brekker]

Thank you for taking the time to write this! It was very interesting to read and kept me on my toes for sure! You are a very good writer

thank you so much for reading it. I wish my English vocab was better tbh. but it was fun to write! ♥ Hanse is always supercool. I think everyone in Victon is, I tend to go through waves when I love them so much and listen to their songs on repeat but I still haven´t chosen my bias!!! the audacity!!!