Filling the prompt “I was wondering if you could base a story on their song
"anything”. Like not taking the lyrics but an about a relationship on
the edge and all those things that drive you mad about the other person but like
you work on things anyway because you genuinely adore them and it’s what you
need and you’ll do anything to stay with them.“
"Babe, calm down. You’re gonna be fine,” Van
said. The phone line crackled, straining from the distance between continents.
He’d been gone for almost two months.
“I’m not going to be fine. Everything is fucked.
You should see her. She’s so pissed at me,” you were talking fast, pacing
in the back alley behind your work. It smelt like cigarettes and stale beer;
your stomach turned.
“You told me you had a couple weeks left to finish
it?” Van asked. It wasn’t accusing you of lying, you probably had mixed up
the details of when the article was due to be put on your editor’s desk. She’d
been hunting you down all day looking for it, but you retreated to the alley to
call Van for comfort.
“Whatever. I’m freaking out-”
“Babe, hold on a sec,” Van said cutting you
“What?!” You waited a second, then ten, then
hung up. He’d found something more important than being there for
Filling the prompt
“Requesting a hangover fic because I’m currently dying”
You weren’t a huge drinker. A few beers at the pub with
friends sometimes. Wine with dinner. That kind of thing. So, the brutal hangover
you were experiencing was not only painful in its own right, but was confounded
by the rarity of it. You blamed Larry. He was sneaky and was almost always the
source of mayhem but sparsely was recognised for it. He had been pouring your
drinks all night and in the illuminating morning light you guessed they were not
one standard drink per glass. The guys had got back from tour and their
homecoming was to be celebrated, he said. You didn’t know why all their other
homecomings weren’t so special, nor why, when he’d spent months with them, he
was ready to hold a party for the band. Any excuse for a rumble, though.
You tried to block out the light of the day by hiding
under the covers. It was too hot though, and the warm and still air made you
feel nauseous. There was no winning. Your bedroom door was closed, but you
could hear life beyond it. After the months living alone, it was weird to hear
people again. You lived with Larry and Van in the house Van bought. Your
bedrooms were all small, but you didn’t spend much time in there anyway. You
looked around the room for something to help. You had no pain killers nearby;
no weed. There was no water. All you could reach without getting out of bed was
This is one way in which technology can preserve traditions for future generations! Welcome to the new way of producing Kung Fu ( or any art) manuals. While there is no substitute for an actual teacher this is a great way to chronicle the arts. Thoughts?
This guy has been through way too much shit caused by both “fans” and agency.
This is a time where Kpop fans can truly show what Kpop-family is. An idol neglected by the agency he’s signed to, where he has been for 9 years (which may I add, is before older groups like 2NE1, F(x), 4MINUTE, BEAST and SHINee even debuted. In fact, SNSD debuted the same year he debuted at SM).
Can we all just agree to help him out? Whether it is him wanting to leave SM, or him wanting to release his music.
“I…only have my fans left. If you see this message, please speak for me. My agency doesn’t listen to me.”