i’m at a bar and it’s close to midnight and i want to find someone to kiss but i don’t really care about anything but x-files so i’m like screw small talk i’m drunk and i yell “scullayyy” and i shit you not this girl yells “mulderrrrr” from the dance floor and we scream back and forth until we meet in the middle and her name is sarah or sara i’m not sure how she spells it and she doesn’t know it yet but i’m gonna kiss her and tell her the world didn’t end in 31 minutes and then i’m gonna marry her
It didn’t matter how Y/N thought of it, it had been too long. And those numbers would only continue to increase, because he was never coming back. Because he was gone. And now she was alone.
She made her way through the maze of wet dirt, cement, and grass. The cold rain pouring from the sky, the world crying around her. But she was numb. Had been for the past eight thousand, seven hundred and sixty hours.
Her eyes didn’t see anything else; they didn’t need to look where she was walking, because her body knew. It had taken this path many times over the past twelve months. And it would continue to take this path for many years to come, she knew that.
When she arrived at her destination, she didn’t look down. Not yet.
Although what she would see was already engraved into her mind. But first, she looked up to the sky, letting the rain hit her cheeks. Y/N let the rain be her tears for a moment, letting it run under her jacket and down her skin, soaking her.
She’d probably wake up with a cold tomorrow. But during that moment, she didn’t care.
Closing her eyes, she let the cold drops stab at her skin, wanting to feel something, but nothing. They bounced off her skin, leaving no mark behind.
Deciding she had put it off long enough, she tilted her head forward, slowly lowering it to stare at the marker in front of her.
Joseph Graham Sugg
Y/N stopped before rereading the dates, because then it would remind her that it had been three hundred and sixty five long, cruel days since he had been taken from her. Instead she stared at the name, and even when it blurred, she stared. That name should not be engraved onto the stone.
He should be at home, his arms around her while the two lay on the couch, bickering about what movie to watch because it’s raining outside… Y/N thought bitterly. But instead, he’s here. Beneath her feet.
Her fingers clenched into a fist, the buttons on the edges of her sleeves digging into her skin.
She wanted to scream. She wanted to laugh. She wanted to kick something. She wanted to cry.
But most of all, she wanted Joe back with her.
Although it had been one year, it still felt as if she had just lost him. Not a day went by that something didn’t remind Y/N of Joe, of the man that she still loved so desperately, the man that was taken from her far too soon.
“Do you know what next month is?” She spoke aloud, ignoring the break in her voice. “Our wedding would have been amazing, you now that right? All our friends and family gathered. Martha and Nala bringing the rings up the aisle while everyone laughs. And I would walk through those doors, and our eyes would meet. You were going to cry. I told you that, you tried to brush it off, act all manly. But Joe, you would have cried. Because we were going to be so happy. We were going to spend the rest of our lives together. Just you and me.” A sob escapes her lips, surprising her.
Y/N hadn’t cried in almost a year. For the first month following his death, she had done nothing but cry. And then it had just stopped.
But now, standing in front of his grave, it all came pouring out. That first sob was followed by another, and then another. Before she knew it, her whole body was shaking, and the tears were flowing down her cheeks, mixing with the rain still falling from the sky.
Y/N collapsed to her knees, the wet grass instantly soaking through the material of her pants, but she paid no attention as she let all the pain out.
The ring that had previously been on her finger but now lived on a chain around her neck fell forward as she bent over her legs, hitting her in the face.
“WHY?!“ She screamed, her voice breaking on that one word. “Why did you leave me!”
Unable to say any more, she continue to cry, barely breathing in-between the sobs that racked her body.
Someone wrapped their arms around her, and she turned into the warm chest, grasping the fabric of their jacket in her hands. She cried until she couldn’t breathe any more.
The two bodies remained there until her sobs turned into small hiccups, until the chill finally found its way into her body.
Y/N pulled back to look up at the face of her comforter, seeing Jim’s sad eyes staring back at her.
“Why did he leave me?” She asked, her voice hoarse.
“I don’t know, Y/N.” He replied, sighing. He turned to look at the tombstone of his close friend, ignoring the prickling feeling of his own tears.
Jim been waiting at the cafe nearby, he and Y/N were to meet up, so he could check in on her. But when she hadn’t arrived twenty minutes past their scheduled time, he grew worried. Knowing that the cemetery was nearby, he had ventured out into the rain, only to discover her broken down in front of the grave.
It pained him to see Y/N still grieving so hard, she had always been close with him, she was like a little sister to Jim. He hadn’t known what else to do at that moment, except sit beside her and let her cry.
“I miss him.” She said, leaning her head against his chest as they both stared at the name on the stone.
“I miss him too.”
They stayed like that for a while longer, neither saying anything as the rain continued to fall from the sky around them.
“I think I’m ready to go.” Y/N finally spoke, so softly Jim almost didn’t hear it. But he had, so he nodded and stood, helping her to stand, too. He noticed her shiver, and wrapped an arm around her as the followed the path away from the grave and towards the exit.
They didn’t speak until they both arrived back at Jim and Tanya’s home, where Y/N changed into dry clothes while Jim made them both a cup of hot cocoa.
After that, they curled up on the couch together, rewatching some of Joe’s old videos, sharing some of their fondest memories.
a timer appears on everyone’s
wrist the moment they turn 12 that counts down to the moment they meet their
why 12? bc I like the
number 12 no one knows
some people’s timers show
up as 0 meaning they’ve already met their soulmate
others have a few days
until they meet their soulmate
but in most cases there are years of waiting
left until the soulmates meet
when Seungkwan turned 12,
he was greeted by a long string of number that read 6:9:12:23:31:38
6 years, 9 months, 12
days, 23 hours, 31 minutes, and 38 seconds until he’d meet you
some basic calculations
told him that he’d meet his soulmate during October of his freshman year of
if he made it right
knowing this, he chilled
his way through middle and high school
didn’t have to worry about
what his soulmate would say and was the life of every party
no seungkwan? no party.
however, he still thought
about his soulmate a lot
what would you be like?
how would the two of you
how would you take his
were you anything like
his “ideal type”?
the years flew by and he
ended up a transfer student in the US for his freshman year of college
moved into the dorms in
Sept, super excited to start school and meet his soulmate in a few weeks
as the time counted down,
started making up scenarios in his head about how you two would meet
scenarios like Vernon
suddenly announcing his marriage and him flying back to Korea and meeting his
soulmate while getting fitted for a suit bc he’s Vernon’s best man
or running into his
soulmate at his favorite Chinese place in front of school when a waiter trips
his soulmate and he dramatically saves them from falling
yes he’s a sappy
*josh as a shrug emoji*
as the date got closer, so
did midterms and he was forced to stop spending so much time daydreaming and
snap back to reality a little
started to focus on his
study and realized that he wasn’t going to have some ridiculous escapade where
he meets his soulmate unless he failed midterms and he couldn’t really afford
that as an international student
didn’t like studying too
much and came up with a method catered specifically to him to make it through
he’d study for his calc
midterm for an hour or so then
BLAST TUNES for 10
(minutes not hours)
then he’d study English for
an hour then
then he’d study his Chinese
for an hour ish and
roommate!dk studied chem
for an hour?
by blasting tunes, I mean BLASTING
you could hear it from
across the floor
even in from upstairs
his blasting of music was
not approved by most people on the floor
lots and lots of noise
complaints from fellow residents
RA got complaints for everyone about Seungkwan’s study habits
on a daily basis
everyone except you
you’d initially complained
as well, but then you found that the system was actually pretty regular and
that his choice of music was pretty similar to yours
you started studying the
BSK (boo seungkwan) way
studied for an hour then
jammed to seungkwan’s tunes for ten minutes
you’d never met the source
of the music, but you found yourself growing increasingly grateful for them
you’d never really met
anyone in your dorm bc you never went to floor gatherings
sometimes you were busy
sometimes you forgot
other times you were just
since you never went to
these things, you had no clue who the heck was fueling your study with some lit
tunes, but you thanked them nonetheless
you had a timer on your
wrist as well, and you’d discovered that you would be meeting your soulmate on
the day before your biology midterm
despite having been
excited about meeting your soulmate, you completely forgot about the countdown
happening as you panicked over midterms
how the heck did
professors magically sync all their tests and assignments to all be due in the
you didn’t have the time
the day before your bio
midterm arrived faster than you’d anticipated
the timer on your wrist
reading 7:32:14 (7 hours, 32 minutes, 14 seconds) was the least of your worries
with a bio midterm (worth 20% of your grade) countdown of about 23 hours
the day started off like
all the other days during testing weeks
you went to class, went to
grab food with friends to panic about midterms together, then headed back to
your dorm to study
you started studying when
you got back, pulling out the brick of a textbook and trying to recall what the
difference between the two photosystems were and why the heck photosystem II
came before photsystem I
or did it?
midterm struggles are real
you were dying, but kept
pushing through, waiting for your jam session to start
but then, something weird
there was no music
you’d been studying (emphasis on the dying) for over
an hour, but there was no music
the silence was uber
distracting to you
even though you would’ve
taken a break at this time anyways, you couldn’t really let loose and kept
feeling anxious, meaning you weren’t as ready to get back into study mode after
the break in routine was getting
you’d grown dependent on
music blasty person for your studying abilities
while you were struggling
with your studies, BSK was dying for a completely different reason
he was freaking out in his
dorm bc HE’S DONE WITH MIDTERMS
AND HE’S MEETING HIS SOULMATE TODAY
the boy was a little
just a little
that’s why he’d shaken
roommate!dk awake by the shoulders at 8AM in the morning to spazz despite not having
to be up until 2pm for a 2:30 class
didn’t really know what to
do with himself
should he go out?
should he stay in his
should he dress up nicely?
he was struggling
he eventually headed off
to his 2:30 class (Calc), still spazzing and DK kicking him out so he’d go to
you were debating whether
or not it’d be worth having complaints filed against you for blasting music the
way that music blasty person did to study for your midterm
you couldn’t concentrate
bc your study rhythm was broken
your thoughts kept drifting
to the abnormal noise level in your dorm
you decided you’d try
studying at a café bc nothing was getting done in your dorm and headed out
the timer on your wrist
read 2:17:51 (2 hours, 17 minutes, 51
not that you noticed
you need to get a good
grade on that midterm!!!!
studying at the café did
not help much
yes there was music, but
it was constant
you couldn’t work with
not after getting used to
silence followed by a freaking turnt party
you gave up on the café and decided to head back to the dorm,
seriously considering the pros and cons of blasting music yourself
however, when you walked
back into the dorm, you were greeted by the familiar sound of IOI’s “Whatta Man”
blasting at 500% full volume
relieved that the system
was back in place, you headed into your room
maybe they’d just slept in
today and started studying later
you relaxed and jammed to
the song, waiting for the music to stop so you could study
but it didn’t
WHY THE HECK WAS THE MUSIC
BLASTY PERSON BEING SUCH A BUTT TODAY?
tune after tune
song after song
twenty minutes passed
even worse for studying
than the silence
why must they be so cruel?
you decided you’ve had enough
you got yourself together and marched to the source of the noise
meanwhile, BSK was partying it up in his dorm, excited to be meeting his soulmate in a few minutes
didn’t really know what was going to happen
but he was excited
tbh when is he not?
you found yourself standing in front of room 317, completely oblivious to the timer on your wrist counting down its last seconds
you knocked on the door and while you couldn’t see it, seungkwan froze
he froze, then looked down at his timer that was at 23 seconds
WHOEVER HIS SOULMATE WAS WAS RIGHT OUTSIDE HIS DOOR
roommate!dk saw seungkwan wasn’t moving, but noticed him glancing at his timer and pushed him to the door
Seungkwan snapped out of it and opened the door, timer counting down quickly to zero…
only to be greeted by a very grumpy looking you
that didn’t scare seungkwan though
he barely noticed your expression and engulfed you in a hug
you pushed him off you like
what the heck?
“You’re my soulmate!”
you were confused bc you hadn’t thought about your soulmate for a while but then you realized
YOU SHOULD HAVE MET YOUR SOULMATE AROUND NOW
you looked down at your wrist
sure enough, your timer was at 0
to say you were shocked would be an understatement
you didn’t have time to process everything before seungkwan dragged you inside and bombarded you with questions about yourself
you tried your best to keep up and answer his questions, brain still kind of elsewhere
when he asked what classes you were taking, you remembered why you came
you told him why you’d come and he agreed to follow his normal studying schedule with his music despite being done with midterms himself
on the condition that the two of you could go get boba together after your bio exam
who says no to free bubble tea anyways?
that was the start of a new page in your life with booeun boi as your partner and newest study buddy
TWO HOURS AND 31 MINUTES INTO MARK'S LATEST STREAM ETHAN SAYS "You're ticklish aren't you? Tickle tickle!" AND IT REALLY CUTE Mark has a pic over his face tho is it's a lil weird but IT'S SO CUTE CAUSE THERE'S A LIL GIGGLING TOO AND AH
AAAAAAAAAAH I CANT WATCH IT RN CAUSE I DONT HAVE WIFI IN THE NEW APARTMENT YET BUT WHEN THAT GETS FIXED YOU BET YOUR ASS IMMA GO WATCH THAT!!
(Don´t Fear) The Reaper is a 1976 song by the american rock band Blue Öyster Cult and that HIM transformed in a heavy, dark, gothic 6:31 minute song for their first album, Greatest Love Songs Vol. 666.
I am a huge fan of the original, though I never really understood why the 70´s bands enjoyed making happy songs with dark lyrics (Hotel California, I am looking right at you. And funny enough, both came out in the same year).
So, yeah, I had tears of joy when I first listened to HIM´s version. It was everything I missed in the song: male and female vocals, the passion in the male voice - which Ville delivered spectacularly -, a matching female voice that transmitted the love and readiness the character showed her partner in the story - Sanna-June Hyde is the name to be praised here - and a heavy atmosphere.