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play doh on hardwood floors, dark green carpeted staircase, boxes of soda by the door, floam slime, stickers on a coffee table, little fenced backyard, blue pool sparkling in the sunlight, summer cookouts, playstation 2, silly putty on newspaper, a navy blue couch, bike rides down the sidewalk, hoodsie cups, classic rock on the radio, 2003 car calendar on the basement door

This Small Moment - Yoosung x MC

Summary: Yoosung and MC find a quiet place to talk during the RFA party.

A/N: This takes place during Yoosung’s route on the last day at the party, so if you haven’t done his route, this drabble will contain spoilers!! 

I wrote this as a part of 5 drabbles I’m writing for followers of my tumblr blog as part of a 707 follower celebration. This one’s dedicated to @yoosungandmm​. Thank you for following my blog and enjoying my content! I hope you enjoy the drabble! :)

Also posted on my Ao3 account!


Yoosung’s hand grasps yours gently as you walk with him, weaving through the mass of party guests lining the ballroom floor. Your heart’s still pounding from the kiss. The memory of it keeps playing over and over in your mind, making your face hot. The Yoosung you knew in the chatroom was flustered by even the thought of a kiss. You hadn’t expected him to make that beautiful speech, and you certainly didn’t expect him to speak his heart so openly before placing his lips softly, yet urgently, on yours.

It wasn’t long afterward that the others began expressing their worry about Yoosung’s condition.

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Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.