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Taylor Swift's 15 Best Songs: Critic's Picks

8/1/2017 by Jason Lipshutz

From her beginnings as a country artist to her reign as a global pop star, Taylor Swift has become one of the defining artists of this century – and that’s in large part thanks to her masterful song craft. Each era of the singer-songwriter’s career has included intricate, instantly memorable musical moments that it’s difficult to narrow down the best of the best to just 15. Yet these songs represent Taylor at the top of her game, whether it be through an extended heartbreak anthem or hilarious declaration of independence.

Here are Billboard’s picks for the 15 best Taylor Swift songs, from her self-titled debut through 1989.

15. Taylor Swift, “New Romantics”

A bonus track off 1989 that out-popped the bubblegum pizzazz of most of the standard track list, “New Romantics” finds Swift gliding alongside gooey ‘80s synths before pogoing on the chorus with a slew of declarative statements. “Heartbreak is the national anthem – we sing it proudly,” she states, making “New Romantics” a spiritual cousin to the “miserable and magical” time she had on “22.”

14. Taylor Swift, “Fearless”

A song like the Fearless title track demonstrated why, even as a teenager, Swift’s songwriting was miles ahead of her country contemporaries. The lyrics include several Swiftian hallmarks – dancing with a romantic partner in the parking lot becomes dancing with a romantic partner “in a storm in my best dress”! – but that opening line, “There’s something ‘bout the way/ The street looks when it’s just rained/ There’s a glow off the pavement,” effortlessly creates a sense of whimsy and romance that not many artists can pull off.

13. Taylor Swift, “Mine”

The lead single from Speak Now, Swift’s follow-up to the Grammy-winning Fearless, is more muted than its predecessor’s “You Belong With Me”and “Love Story,” and understandably so: It’s a song about not just finding love but maintaining it when the meet-cute has drifted into the past. When that final chorus hits and reaffirms the caring at the heart of this Taylor Swift song, though, it’s one of her most moving moments to date.

12. Taylor Swift, “Tim McGraw”

Taylor Swift sure has come a long way from the first track on her first album, huh? Although “Tim McGraw” sounds nothing like her pop stylings, the charming debut features the same type of vocal resonance and clever wordplay that have become calling cards for Swift. Plus, the fact that she pulled off the line “When you think Tim McGraw/ I hope you think of me,” and then proceeded to become even bigger than Tim McGraw, is something to marvel at.

11. Taylor Swift feat. The Civil Wars, “Safe and Sound”

The bad news is that one of the very best Taylor Swift songs, the dark, devastated “Safe and Sound,” is not featured on any Taylor Swift album. The good news is that we live in a playlist-friendly culture, and that this collaboration with The Civil Wars for the first Hunger Games soundtrack can be included in any mournful collection of your choosing. A song about protection amidst terror, “Safe and Sound” features Swift’s voice at its most shattered, her best efforts pummeled by the marching drums outside her door.

10. Taylor Swift, “Our Song”

What if Swift had resisted the allure of pop music and committed to a lifetime of fiddle-filled country jams? We’ll never know the answer, but “Our Song” is a gloriously twangy testament to what Taylor once was, before her lyrical ability to find music in everyday life was translated to a different genre. Here, the bubbly words give way to the lush arrangement, which encapsulates the exuberance of first experiencing the world with a romantic partner.

9. Taylor Swift, “We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together”

Years after its release, “We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together” remains bitingly funny, an eye-roll of a pop song about a boy who just doesn’t get it through his thick skull that it’s time to move on. Swift deftly balanced sarcasm with the sincerity of the hook and nails one of her first pronounced attempts at mainstream pop (which became her first single to hit No. 1 on the Billboard Hot 100 chart).

8. Taylor Swift, “Teardrops on My Guitar”

Poor Drew: The object of Taylor’s affection in “Teardrops on My Guitar” has a soon-to-be superstar longing for him and he’s totally unaware. The standout from Swift’s debut LP boasts the type of nuanced songwriting that would eventually make Swift a sensation, and while the “I secretly like him but he likes her and he’ll never know how much I like him” dynamic is repeated throughout her catalog, “Teardrops” captures that resignation within a handful of striking images, most notably the title phrase.

7. Taylor Swift, “Blank Space”

There aren’t too many pop songs that turn on a dime in the middle of the second verse, but just as her unhinged character in the “Blank Space” video unravels midway through, so does Swift at the song’s center, diving into self-deprecation and mocking her well-documented romantic history outside of music. “Blank Space” works as far more than satire, though: snappy and uncluttered, it’s a fantastic sing-along dotted with quotable moments (“I can make the bad guys good for a weekend,” “Boys only want love if it’s torture”).

6. Taylor Swift, “Love Story”

It takes guts to name a song something as bold and straightforward as “Love Story,” but Swift’s breakthrough single makes good on the “story” part of the equation by unfolding a modern-day parable that somehow never slips over the edge into full-on cheese. Perhaps it’s the earnestness of Swift’s performance as a heroine searching for an escape route with her Prince Charming and finally realizing that reality can make room for their tale. Out of the millions of love stories in the history of pop music, “Love Story” stands out.

5. Taylor Swift, “Mean”

Simply put, a pitch-perfect rebuke of bullying. The Speak Now single posits that living well is indeed the best revenge, as Swift bashes her early detractor by predicting that her future is bright, while their future only contains minor victories (and a huge helping of meanness). Swift sings “Mean” in first person, but it’s not really for her – this is a song for people who feel belittled and beaten down by others, who look to someone like Swift for uplift and assurance. “Mean” is designed to shout along with cathartically, and it succeeds.

4. Taylor Swift, “State of Grace”

A bulldozer of an opening to Red, “State of Grace” is Swift’s most sonically towering track ever recorded; it’s a good thing that its author headlines arenas, because no small room could contain this song’s might. Instead of relying on lyrical detail, Swift stacks guitar lines upon propulsive drums and lets the whole thing rip; instead of opting for a wordy chorus, the hook here echoes with conciseness: “I never saw you coming/ And I’ll never be the same.” At nearly five minutes in length, “State of Grace” stays exhilarating start-to-finish and will be one of Swift’s most enduring non-singles ever.

3. Taylor Swift, “Dear John”

One of the (many) reasons any man should think twice about screwing over Taylor Swift: She is capable of penning a visceral, eviscerating takedown as potent as any hip-hop diss track. “Dear John,” a mangling of ex-beau John Mayer, is nearly seven minutes of simmering anger – but it never feels exploitative or unyielding, instead exploring the feeling of being taken advantage of and punctuating each chorus with a sorrowful “I should’ve known.” Swift uses “Dear John” to turn the gut-punch of being led astray into a clenched fist and declaration of survival. “I took your matches before fire could catch me,” Swift spits at her beloved-turned-enemy. And we, the listeners, simply get to sit back and watch the fireworks.

2. Taylor Swift, “Style”

“Style” is all about the details: the hints of the guitar lick in the verses, the echoing vocals of “out! of! style!” on the chorus, the tension in Swift’s voice when she debates telling her guy that it’s time to leave, the way “James Dean/daydream” and “red lip/classic” are perfect rhymes positioned on top of each other, the release of the “take me hooooome” on the bridge. On an album filled with very good-to-terrific pop songs, “Style” is the most finely manicured, the most well-produced, the most fully realized – and still, the most affecting. Decades from now, musical anthropologists will study how pop could be this perfect.

1. Taylor Swift, “You Belong With Me”

Throughout the twists and turns of her career, Swift has changed sounds, collaborators, personas and approaches, but has not – and perhaps will never – eclipse the magnificence of “You Belong With Me.” Credit the song’s simplicity, echoing the thematic concept of “Teardrops on My Guitar” but amplifying the high school heartache and polishing the hook so that it never floats back down after leaving the ground. There are so many things to love within “You Belong With Me,” from the high heels/sneakers dichotomy to that double handclap during the bridge, but more than anything, it’s quintessential Taylor, the ultra-relatable protagonist who can sum up complex feelings in a vocal run or quick turn-of-phrase. “You Belong With Me” has been her defining song for years, and that’s because it’s her best.

George Harrison during the taping of Shindig, Granville Studios, Fulham, London, 3 October 1964

Photo: Leslie Bryce/The Beatles Book

“In Paris in January 1964, prior to The Beatles’ first wild visit to America, a reported asked George how he liked being mobbed and screamed at by fans and he replied: ‘I wouldn’t do all this if I didn’t like it. I wouldn’t do anything I didn’t want to, would I?’ But within a couple of years of tht remark George became the first casualty of Beatlemania. Not being as thick-skinned as the others, he was more vulnerable to the extraordinary pressures that Beatlemania brought with it. His mind if not his body took a battering as the crowds grew larger and seemed to be closing in on him. The group’s lifestyle on the road became increasingly restricted. George wasn’t a natural born showman like Paul. He was not cut out for celebrity. He loved his music but he found fame an awesomely heavy burden to cope with. I watched his personality change visibly as security around the group tightened, particularly when he went on the big concert tours of America, Europe and Asia. Cooped up for their own safety in heavily guarded hotel suites and transported to and from the stadium and convention centre venues in the discomfort of various trucks, vans, buses and armoured vehicles, The Beatles led an anything but glamorous life at the height of Beatlemania. Afraid that sooner or later over-enthusiastic crowds at airports, hotels or concert venues would get out of control, George used to say: ‘One of these days when the fans crush forward to get at us somebody is going to get killed.’” - Tony Barrow, The Beatles Book, 2002 [x]

Taylor Swift's 15 Best Songs: Critic's Picks

From her beginnings as a country artist to her reign as a global pop star, Taylor Swift has become one of the defining artists of this century – and that’s in large part thanks to her masterful song craft. Each era of the singer-songwriter’s career has included intricate, instantly memorable musical moments that it’s difficult to narrow down the best of the best to just 15. Yet these songs represent Taylor at the top of her game, whether it be through an extended heartbreak anthem or hilarious declaration of independence.

Here are Billboard’s picks for the 15 best Taylor Swift songs, from her self-titled debut through 1989.

15. Taylor Swift, “New Romantics”

A bonus track off 1989 that out-popped the bubblegum pizzazz of most of the standard track list, “New Romantics” finds Swift gliding alongside gooey ‘80s synths before pogoing on the chorus with a slew of declarative statements. “Heartbreak is the national anthem – we sing it proudly,” she states, making “New Romantics” a spiritual cousin to the “miserable and magical” time she had on “22.”

14. Taylor Swift, “Fearless”

A song like the Fearless title track demonstrated why, even as a teenager, Swift’s songwriting was miles ahead of her country contemporaries. The lyrics include several Swiftian hallmarks – dancing with a romantic partner in the parking lot becomes dancing with a romantic partner “in a storm in my best dress”! – but that opening line, “There’s something ‘bout the way/ The street looks when it’s just rained/ There’s a glow off the pavement,” effortlessly creates a sense of whimsy and romance that not many artists can pull off.

13. Taylor Swift, “Mine”

The lead single from Speak Now, Swift’s follow-up to the Grammy-winning Fearless, is more muted than its predecessor’s “You Belong With Me”and “Love Story,” and understandably so: It’s a song about not just finding love but maintaining it when the meet-cute has drifted into the past. When that final chorus hits and reaffirms the caring at the heart of this Taylor Swift song, though, it’s one of her most moving moments to date.

12. Taylor Swift, “Tim McGraw”

Taylor Swift sure has come a long way from the first track on her first album, huh? Although “Tim McGraw” sounds nothing like her pop stylings, the charming debut features the same type of vocal resonance and clever wordplay that have become calling cards for Swift. Plus, the fact that she pulled off the line “When you think Tim McGraw/ I hope you think of me,” and then proceeded to become even bigger than Tim McGraw, is something to marvel at.

11. Taylor Swift feat. The Civil Wars, “Safe and Sound”

The bad news is that one of the very best Taylor Swift songs, the dark, devastated “Safe and Sound,” is not featured on any Taylor Swift album. The good news is that we live in a playlist-friendly culture, and that this collaboration with The Civil Wars for the first Hunger Games soundtrack can be included in any mournful collection of your choosing. A song about protection amidst terror, “Safe and Sound” features Swift’s voice at its most shattered, her best efforts pummeled by the marching drums outside her door.

10. Taylor Swift, “Our Song”

What if Swift had resisted the allure of pop music and committed to a lifetime of fiddle-filled country jams? We’ll never know the answer, but “Our Song” is a gloriously twangy testament to what Taylor once was, before her lyrical ability to find music in everyday life was translated to a different genre. Here, the bubbly words give way to the lush arrangement, which encapsulates the exuberance of first experiencing the world with a romantic partner.

9. Taylor Swift, “We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together”

Years after its release, “We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together” remains bitingly funny, an eye-roll of a pop song about a boy who just doesn’t get it through his thick skull that it’s time to move on. Swift deftly balanced sarcasm with the sincerity of the hook and nails one of her first pronounced attempts at mainstream pop (which became her first single to hit No. 1 on the Billboard Hot 100 chart).

8. Taylor Swift, “Teardrops on My Guitar”

Poor Drew: The object of Taylor’s affection in “Teardrops on My Guitar” has a soon-to-be superstar longing for him and he’s totally unaware. The standout from Swift’s debut LP boasts the type of nuanced songwriting that would eventually make Swift a sensation, and while the “I secretly like him but he likes her and he’ll never know how much I like him” dynamic is repeated throughout her catalog, “Teardrops” captures that resignation within a handful of striking images, most notably the title phrase.

7. Taylor Swift, “Blank Space”

There aren’t too many pop songs that turn on a dime in the middle of the second verse, but just as her unhinged character in the “Blank Space” video unravels midway through, so does Swift at the song’s center, diving into self-deprecation and mocking her well-documented romantic history outside of music. “Blank Space” works as far more than satire, though: snappy and uncluttered, it’s a fantastic sing-along dotted with quotable moments (“I can make the bad guys good for a weekend,” “Boys only want love if it’s torture”).

6. Taylor Swift, “Love Story”

It takes guts to name a song something as bold and straightforward as “Love Story,” but Swift’s breakthrough single makes good on the “story” part of the equation by unfolding a modern-day parable that somehow never slips over the edge into full-on cheese. Perhaps it’s the earnestness of Swift’s performance as a heroine searching for an escape route with her Prince Charming and finally realizing that reality can make room for their tale. Out of the millions of love stories in the history of pop music, “Love Story” stands out.

5. Taylor Swift, “Mean”

Simply put, a pitch-perfect rebuke of bullying. The Speak Now single posits that living well is indeed the best revenge, as Swift bashes her early detractor by predicting that her future is bright, while their future only contains minor victories (and a huge helping of meanness). Swift sings “Mean” in first person, but it’s not really for her – this is a song for people who feel belittled and beaten down by others, who look to someone like Swift for uplift and assurance. “Mean” is designed to shout along with cathartically, and it succeeds.

4. Taylor Swift, “State of Grace”

A bulldozer of an opening to Red, “State of Grace” is Swift’s most sonically towering track ever recorded; it’s a good thing that its author headlines arenas, because no small room could contain this song’s might. Instead of relying on lyrical detail, Swift stacks guitar lines upon propulsive drums and lets the whole thing rip; instead of opting for a wordy chorus, the hook here echoes with conciseness: “I never saw you coming/ And I’ll never be the same.” At nearly five minutes in length, “State of Grace” stays exhilarating start-to-finish and will be one of Swift’s most enduring non-singles ever.

3. Taylor Swift, “Dear John”

One of the (many) reasons any man should think twice about screwing over Taylor Swift: She is capable of penning a visceral, eviscerating takedown as potent as any hip-hop diss track. “Dear John,” a mangling of ex-beau John Mayer, is nearly seven minutes of simmering anger – but it never feels exploitative or unyielding, instead exploring the feeling of being taken advantage of and punctuating each chorus with a sorrowful “I should’ve known.” Swift uses “Dear John” to turn the gut-punch of being led astray into a clenched fist and declaration of survival. “I took your matches before fire could catch me,” Swift spits at her beloved-turned-enemy. And we, the listeners, simply get to sit back and watch the fireworks.

2. Taylor Swift, “Style”

“Style” is all about the details: the hints of the guitar lick in the verses, the echoing vocals of “out! of! style!” on the chorus, the tension in Swift’s voice when she debates telling her guy that it’s time to leave, the way “James Dean/daydream” and “red lip/classic” are perfect rhymes positioned on top of each other, the release of the “take me hooooome” on the bridge. On an album filled with very good-to-terrific pop songs, “Style” is the most finely manicured, the most well-produced, the most fully realized – and still, the most affecting. Decades from now, musical anthropologists will study how pop could be this perfect.

1. Taylor Swift, “You Belong With Me”

Throughout the twists and turns of her career, Swift has changed sounds, collaborators, personas and approaches, but has not – and perhaps will never – eclipse the magnificence of “You Belong With Me.” Credit the song’s simplicity, echoing the thematic concept of “Teardrops on My Guitar” but amplifying the high school heartache and polishing the hook so that it never floats back down after leaving the ground. There are so many things to love within “You Belong With Me,” from the high heels/sneakers dichotomy to that double handclap during the bridge, but more than anything, it’s quintessential Taylor, the ultra-relatable protagonist who can sum up complex feelings in a vocal run or quick turn-of-phrase. “You Belong With Me” has been her defining song for years, and that’s because it’s her best.

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“I love you”. Those were the words that started it all. He had somehow managed to muster up enough courage to finally say those words, his mixed feelings of anxiousness and embarrassment slowly dissolving as every syllable left his mouth and soon after the sudden confession, he felt giddy and elated when he heard your reply of ‘I love you too.’

You could hardly forget that event.

It all happened on a Friday night when he suddenly asked, practically forcing you to free up your schedule, and made plans to go out and have dinner. As you were getting ready, you heard the soft ding of your phone to which you later found out to be a text from Jihoon. “I’m here.” was all that was written, very typical of him. For the past two years you’ve been friends with him (sorry, BEST FRIENDS), he always goes straight to the point but you didn’t mind it. In actuality, you liked that trait of his but you never told him that and you have no plan to.

“In a minute.” you replied back, putting back the phone into your purse. You checked yourself one last time in the mirror only to whip out your bag and to once again put another layer of lipstick onto your plump lips. Once again backing up to see the full profile of your reflection. You wore a simple black cocktail dress that stopped just above your knees. Your shoulders were bare and the dress hugged at your body, leaving little to the imagination. It was the only decent thing you could find out of your small closet full of casual and business clothing. Jihoon had told you way too late that you needed to wear something formal, fit for fine-dining that you had no time to go out and buy one.

Your phone was ringing nonstop now but you were used to it. Jihoon tends to say that a minute feels like an hour when waiting for you. He’s exaggerating. Well, checking yourself constantly in the mirror and reapplying makeup whenever you see just one small smudge tends to take a while. “That’s it. I’m coming up there.” You read, the notification flashing on your screen and as if on cue, three loud knocks came to your door. You didn’t move though, you continued to fix the powder on your face until you had heard a knowing cough.

Turning your head, you saw Jihoon standing at your bedroom door. He had on a sleek black suit with a white polo worn underneath and a black bowtie to complete the outfit. His small figure leaning against the doorframe as he glared at you. And you replied back with a smile to which he chuckles at while looking down, “What am I going to do with you?”, it was merely a whisper and he was thankful that you hadn’t heard it.

“I’m done!” was the first thing that came out of your mouth once you felt satisfied. He beamed at you and he hadn’t realized what you were wearing until you were standing tall in your three-inch heels. Your full appearance finally sunk in and Jihoon couldn’t help but feel flustered. “You okay, Woozi?”

Woozi.

You saying his nickname only made him blush more as he gawked at you. Worried, you made your way closer to him, thinking he might be catching something. Your hand gently pressed at his forehead and you heard his voice hitch. “You feel hot, maybe we should cancel.” you said as you stepped away from him to go get some medicine. But before you could even move one step, Jihoon grabbed your wrist and pulled you back to him, “No. I’m fine. Let’s get going.” He said as he picked up your purse and dragged you out to his car.

It was silent during the ride and who knows how many times Jihoon had glanced your way, you had lost count. When you look back at him he would pretend he was never looking at you in the first place. “Is something wrong, Woozi?”

Again with the nickname.

Jihoon thought to himself. He’s using every bit of his power to focus on driving but him knowing you were right beside him and having full knowledge of your clothing just made it really hard for him. Not to mention how the seatbelt made your chest very much painfully obvious made him even more uneasy. “No, nothing’s wrong. There’s nothing wrong whatsoever.” he voiced out and you didn’t push the topic anymore.

After a few more turns and with Jihoon constantly cursing whenever the stoplight turns red, both of you finally arrived at the restaurant. Your eyes turned wide when you realized it was the restaurant you had always wanted to try since you first saw it but due to it being a bit expensive and always fully booked, you tend to have second thoughts.

“How did you manage to get a table, its practically impossible to get a reservation here unless you know the owner or if you’re early as hell.” you chimed as you took a glance at the long line just out the entrance and you felt superior yet apologetic that you were passing them as you and Jihoon made your way to the reception desk.

“Lee Jihoon.” he said to the person behind the podium. It was a tall man that wore a black suit and a red tie. His nose was pointed and his smile, genuine. “Yes, Mr. Lee. A reservation for two.” he gestured for us to follow him inside and we did.

The man led us to a table beside a window that has the perfect view of the moon. Though, for some reason, our table was slightly secluded from the rest and it was also themed different. Unlike the other tables with white cloth and golden laced that we passed by on our way here, ours had light red cloth draped over the table with black cloth laced at the edges. But in the middle of all these was a single white rose in a thin clear vase laying silently on the table.

“What’s the occasion?” you jokingly laughed and gladly took the seat Jihoon pulled out for you. “Nothing, why? Can’t I go all out on a dinner with my best friend?” he mocked as he took the seat across from you. You looked around but no staff gave a menu and as if Jihoon can read your mind, “I already ordered ahead of time.”, “Oh, have you now?” you grinned. “Its a surprise.” he only said.

While waiting for your surprise food you both chatted about what each of you had done for the week, (boring, I know, but I can’t think of anything else), he then started talking about how great he’s been doing at work. Making music and performing with his members. You loved how his eyes would light up whenever he talked about his work, so you couldn’t help but smile as you listened to his story about how one of his hyungs would always try to kiss him and you laughed when he explained how he chased after that one member with a guitar. “Poor guy.” you commented, laughing. “What do you mean?? I should be the one you should be sorry for, they were annoying me.” Jihoon could only pout as he crossed his arms over his chest. It made you giggle more, “Well, I know how scary you could be when you get mad so…” you wiped the tears that escaped your eyes from laughing so much. Jihoon didn’t retort though, he just shrugged and mouthed out, 'True’.

“How’s yours?” he asked as he took a sip of water. “Oh, nothing. Just same old, same old.” “Come on now, spill.” Jihoon said at your lack of an answer. You knew him too well to not say anything, he would never stop pestering you until you gave him what he wanted and so you started telling him about how it is at your work. Just the usual boring seminars, you and your friends, as always sat at the front cause you all can’t see because all your eyesight are bad, and how the people at the back are annoying as hell no matter how much they’re scolded. “Hope they lose their job.” you cursed under your breath but Jihoon still heard it and chuckled at your comment. “You hate them that much?”, your eyes widened and you prepared yourself to tell him about all the hoes in your class and for the past 15 minutes, Jihoon was trying his best to hold in his laughter but is failing miserably as you cursed bloody mary onto the people that annoyed you as hell (the people at the back).

Jihoon was still laughing his ass off as the waiter arrived with your food and to your amazement, it was all your favourite, from appetizers all to the main course. “Surprise!” Jihoon said as he finally caught his breath. Your mouth was wide open and your eyes seem to almost bulge out as you tried to find for words to say, “I-I don’t know what to say.” you managed to voice out, he smirked. “You don’t have to say anything. Let’s eat.” The both of you were enjoying dinner and had laughs with a few slipped in moments of additional spite for people that annoyed you both.


“That was delicious!” you laid back in your chair as you held your stomach, Jihoon did the same, “I’m glad.” he smiled. It tugged at your heartstrings, seeing him smile and you hadn’t noticed you were staring until he had gave you a questioning look. While you still felt flustered, Jihoon had called for the waiter and asked him to lean a bit closer. You could hear him whisper something but it was too inaudible, the waiter only nodded before turning around to leave you both. Jihoon saw how you were throwing daggers at him with your glare, “What?” he asked and you just leaned back down and pouted in your seat.

He could only chuckle at your childishness and hearing him laugh made your heart melt and you can’t help but smile. This was why you loved being with Jihoon, you both enjoy and have fun even with littlest of things. How you can feel lots of care and love from a small gesture with him like that time when you were sick and couldn’t join the outing all your friends planned for a long time and instead of going, he stayed back with you saying, “I never wanted to go anyway.”, but he was the most excited about the trip. You told him you were fine and he could go, but he refused and slept over at your place to take care of you, “No big deal.” he said only to catch a cold the next day.

Whilst you were laughing, Jihoon kept quiet as he admired you from his seat. He loved seeing your smiling face. He loved how your eyes twinkled when you talked about your passion. He loved the late night calls with you. He loved how much you worried about him. He loved being in your company. He loved everything about you. 

He loved you.

The waiter had come back with a silver platter and placed it in the middle of your table. Jihoon had wished he took out his phone to capture the expression on your face when you saw the dessert that arrived. It was a giant, practically bucket-sized, sweet pudding. You were silently screaming as you hurriedly went to Jihoon’s side and gave him a big hug. He expected it though, he knows how much you loved pudding. His smile grew even wider, if that was even possible, as he watched you enjoying the dessert.

God, I love her so much.

Jihoon smiled to himself. You were a bit guilty that you were the only one enjoying the dessert, so you took a spoonful and offered it to Jihoon. He shook his head at first, but after your glare and stubbornness, he complied and opened his mouth. You felt giddy as you fed him the pudding, “Do you love it?”, “Yes.” he nodded, “I love it.”

“But I love you more.”

Jihoon wondered why you had suddenly stopped eating and was now looking his way. Your mouth was hanging open as you stared at him and his expression was just painted in confusion. Then his eyes grew wide and he immediately went red while he covered his mouth with his hand.

Did I just say that out loud?

Jihoon thought. He had not wanted for you to know it like this but there was no turning back on it.

“Yes.” He acted cooly, “I love you.”

-

It was a beautiful memory that you could never forget no matter how hard you try.

“Leave me alone! I’m busy!” Jihoon had kicked you out of the studio and slammed the door before you could turn around. His voice rang in your ears as you comtemplated wether to continue or not but this was the last straw. Your blood was boiling underneath your skin, “Open the fucking door, Jihoon.”, there was no answer. “LEE JIHOON!” you pounded on the door. He at last opened it, probably after the cracking sounds that were heard from the door.

“What?” his voice felt like venom, his tone distant. His brown irises stared straight at yours. “What the fuck?” you said in disbelief, he’s not getting away by acting ignorant. “Talk to me Jihoon. I waited for you everyday, I gave my whole life to you, the least you could do is come with me to see my father back home.” your words didn’t seem to get through to him. He now was looking anywhere but you, “Woozi.” your voice was pleading and low. His hand laid at the back of his neck, “Please, I can’t leave right now. We have a big performance this coming week, I can’t just go with you.” he explained.

You understood that he couldn’t go. You get it. But knowing that your father is pulling at his last breaths on his death bed, you thought, you thought he could skip at least once. “My father is dying, he needs me there and I need you there with me and knowing this, you still think your performance is more important? More important than me?” your chest felt tight as you said those words. You never meant for him to choose between his beloved group, his future, his passion, and with you. You’re happy for him, yes, but you always felt like you would always be second. Second after his work.

His eyes finally landed on yours, “I’m sorry but I can’t.” As soon as those words left his mouth, you let out an exasperated sigh. You expected it, but seriously, he didn’t even stutter.

“If this is what I’m going to go through being with you, then I’m sorry but, I can’t handle it. Let’s end this.” you fought against the tears from falling out. “It’s the best for the both of us.” you said before turning around.

“I’m leaving.” you gritted your teeth, making sure to stress on every syllable. And so you left. You called for a taxi and after saying your destination, you pulled out your phone and booked the next flight to your country. Your home.

Home.

The word felt so familar but at the same time not. Being with Jihoon, you were at home. Wherever he was, it was home. He is home. But now, you felt so unsure of it, you felt doubtful.

Your luggage lagged behind you as you made your way into the airport. You had 10 minutes till your departure and while waiting for your flight call, occasionally, you would look towards the entrance, hoping. 5 minutes left, you needed to go. But before you went your way, you gave one last look behind your shoulder, one last chance to see if he would come.

But there was no one.

You start walking to your boarding gate but you hear loud footsteps, as if someone is running straight towards you and before you realized it, you felt a hand on your shoulder to which you abruptly turn around. “Jihoon?” you almost felt tears in your eyes but the growing warmth spreading through your body dissolved when you saw, not Jihoon, but a stranger, “Uh, sorry miss. But you dropped this.”, he held out what seem to be your wallet. You hadn’t noticed it was missing, “Thank you.”, he nodded to your reply before making his way to his gate.

Laughing to yourself, you thought he would come, thinking he would at least stop you, but it appears you were wrong. And so with pain gaping at your chest, you left.

“Welcome ma'am.” the flight attendant greeted and you forced a smile to which she paid no heed. She pointed you to your seat and you sat beside the window. The night lights twinkled under the dark sky and you could only cry silently as the plane’s engines roared to life.

Though, against the loud sound of the airplane taking flight, a faint voice could be barely heard, screaming your name, screaming for you to come back. To come back to him.

To come home.

Hi, Hello - Young K Reincarnation Soulmate Au

Originally posted by jjaebs

  • Every passing lifetime, you have bits and pieces of memory of your soulmate who you’re destined to meet every reincarnation
  • They look the same, and usually have a similar personality; some things change though due to different experiences
  • You usually see your soulmate through dreams, or small ‘deja vu’ like moments
  • You had your first moment at the age of 16 during an accidental four hour ‘power’ nap
  • In your dream, you were older than 16, around 25. Your soulmate’s face was blurry and you couldn’t quite make it out, but you could hear his laugh clear as day and see a hint of a smile beneath the blur of your memory.
  • “Hi,” he says, the excitement and positive nerves evident in his voice
  • “Hello” you reply with a laugh, and with that short glimpse, you wake up
  • Wanting to keep the moment to yourself, you decide not to tell anyone about your soulmate
  • Your reasoning was, well, if you made the choice in this lifetime, you probably made the same one in the last life, so why the hell not?
  • With every passing week, you get more and more moments of places seeming too familiar though you’ve never been to them before
  • Passing by a bass guitar in music store with your friend, you can’t help but think that it would look better in the hands of your soulmate
  • (With a pretty voice like you had heard in your dreams, it wouldn’t be far off to imagine him as a musician)
  • In a heat-of-the-moment decision, you bought an acoustic guitar and looked online as to where to find lessons
  • //insert another dream//
  • “We could be a two person band,” you joked, poking your soulmate’s crossed leg with your foot, a familiar looking acoustic guitar nestled in your lap and your fingers resting comfortably on its neck. His outline was less blurred, and moreso like you were looking at him through rippling water; he was sat across from you, head tipped back on the edge of the couch seats that you had both chosen the floor over, and a bass guitar in his hands.
  • “Do you want to be backup or main vocals?” He answered, in which you replied with a dramatic strum, leaning back and sticking your leg up in the air, “I’ll be both”
  • Once again, your dream faded out to the wonderful sound of his laugh.
  • Sadly, even though your dream made you pay some money for vocal lessons, you learned that singing wasn’t for you.
  • (Maybe he had laughed at you in the dream because he knew that you singing was a disaster)
  • With each passing dream, and every moment of “whoa that reminds me of my soulmate” you slowly get a firmer and firmer grasp on who he is as a person, and you start putting together why you were destined to fall in love with him every lifetime.
  • He had the prettiest laugh, and a gorgeous smile to match. He liked taking naps just as much as you did, and he had the exact same struggle waking up. And though he was so similar to you, the contrasts in his personality clicked with you almost perfectly.
  • Unlike most people, you were blessed by being able to move on to a different lifetime in your dreams without having to watch something painful.
  • Many people around you had described watching their soulmates die, or hearing a knock at the door only to see the downcast faces of soldiers holding a box that could only mean one, horrible, horrible thing.
  • But, your memory jumped forward
  • Another, “Hi,” “Hello” and a knowing smile at an all too familiar greeting
  • And then, one day, you had woken up after an incredible, crystal clear dream. After years of outlines faded around the edges and imagines that only got more blurred the harder you looked, you finally saw him.
  • And dear god, you were floored
  • You had never been one to get self conscious when it came to your soulmate; you always found comfort that he had fallen for you in every lifetime as well, but now…
  • Lets just say you spent a long time on your makeup that morning before heading out the door to work, knowing the clarity of that dream must have meant something.
  • With your guitar case slung over your shoulder and a nervous hunch to your shoulders, you walked to the music store just down the street. You tugged at your hair, mussed it with your hands, brushed it behind an ear before running your fingers through it again. You pulled up the camera on your phone and checked your makeup; you looked in store windows at your reflection to see if your outfit was unflattering.
  • In ur mind ur like,, okay hes not going to care!!! You know him ok hes not the type to rely on outward appearances
  • ((youre scared anyway))
  • Biting at your thumb nail, you rounded the corner that lead to the music store-
  • And you ran into someone head on, and you barely had time to worry about your poor guitar being ruined by its fall on the concrete before the person caught your hand, pulling you to your feet.
  • “Oh my god, I’m sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going-”
  • (you recognized that voice)
  • You were 100% positive that you were blushing when you looked up to meet his eyes, but you couldn’t hold back a smile when you saw the ecstatic look on his face.
  • There it was, the signature grin that you had come to know in the past years.
  • After a moment of silence and taking each other in, he spoke up softly, “Hi”
  • You hid a delighted laugh behind your hand before you answered happily, “Hello”

Title: (still undecided. help.)
Fandom: Noblesse.
Desc.: Excerpts from “Noblesse: Except It’s a Mermaid AU”… basically. Characters for the fully-planned fic include: Frankenstein, Cadis Etrama di Raizel, Urokai Agvain, M-21, Takeo, Tao, and other unplanned cameos not yet set in stone. Excerpts are very Frankenstein + Urokai centric, though.
Rating: M (for future chapters ofc).
Current warnings: swearing. Thank you, Urokai.


i - in which Urokai Agvain makes himself (far too) well-known.

Everyone at Harvard, by default, feared Urokai Agvain almost irrationally. He was loud, grated on the nerves of the entire student body (even saints had come to despise this man), and was infamous for making horribly bad and hasty decisions. These decisions, more often than not, blew up right in his face. No one would have complained about that.

That is, had they not been caught up in his mess by coincidence as well. 

Urokai’s decisions not only bordered on the edge of total insanity, but they resulted in a landslide of collateral damage, too. It was a wonder he had been accepted to any school – what was even more astonishing was that he had managed to collect any friends at all.

Frankenstein couldn’t imagine who it was that wanted to be friends with Urokai without wanting something back from him. Maybe they wanted his money? His family’s various clothing and fashion companies? They had to want something.

If not – well, then, whoever happened upon Urokai and managed to like him clearly had some penchant for collecting insane things.

Urokai, the man himself, unfortunately was one such person. Frankenstein feared that if he ever found such a like-minded friend… well, on that day, he might as well hurl himself off a cliff, because the world would be ending shortly anyway.

However, putting aside his own doubts regarding Urokai Agvain, he had to admit: The fear of their colleagues was most certainly an irrational fear. Because Frankenstein himself had been friends (or well, a perversion of the word and its meaning, at least) with Urokai in college.

And he was still friends with Urokai, despite what that might say about his character.

They had been roommates. Beyond his poor practice at the guitar, there was little else about Urokai that could truly harm or scare anyone. Once Frankenstein had gotten to know him well, the redhead was quite tame. And Frankenstein learnt many things about Urokai Agvain. Listed below in Frankenstein’s careful documentation of his college journey are three of these things:

One. He only become intolerable when he desperately wanted something.

Two. He became horribly manic when he was faced with obstacles that could not be solved by his throwing money or designer clothing at them, and when he was manic he threw tantrums.

Three. Urokai’s tantrums were loud.

Terribly, frightening, murderously loud.

And unfortunately for Frankenstein, these three facts – despite all his careful calculations of over six years – had collided into one instant in time.

And even more unfortunately, the victim was none other than himself.

“Frankenstein,” Urokai pleaded, “you’re a doctor!”

“A human doctor, last I was even studying—”

“Still, the only doctor I know!” Urokai practically wailed.

That had to be untrue, because Urokai, with his money and his connections (one couldn’t call most of them friends, not when Urokai chased him off with a biting venom when most tried to inch closer), had to know a multitude of doctors. It was just Frankenstein’s luck that Urokai had decided to latch onto him in particular.

“I will not bring anything into my house,” Frankenstein snapped at him, “and especially not if it’s you telling me to.”

That was untrue. Perhaps Frankenstein would be willing to take under his wing any animal that Urokai offered up to him, perhaps even inclined to take good care of the thing. He knew how Urokai was about his pets; the redhead had practically bawled all night into Frankenstein’s lap when the kitten that they had snuck into their dorm together from a storm, one night during their second year of school, died a week later.

But anything but this particular specimen. Urokai really chose the worst tasks to delegate to Frankenstein. Did he think that Frankenstein was also insane, like him?

“I can’t trust anyone with Rai,” Urokai blubbered, shifting here and there restlessly. It was driving Frankenstein insane. “He’s too fragile, you know? Delicate! I knew it the second I brought him home that I can’t bring him to any old veterinarian! Not a specialist, either – I don’t trust any of them. None of them! Fucking elitist pricks, draining all your money and just shoving twenty prescriptions at you. They’re all going to treat him badly, I know that much. You’re the only one I can trust, it doesn’t even take that much, I bet it’s easy for you! You’re smart! Frankenstein, you can do it? Right? Right, Frankenstein?”

Urokai was lucky that he had someone like Frankenstein who could tolerate him.


ii - in which Urokai delivers his prized specimen.

Urokai’s revered “Rai” arrived, at 4:47AM one early morning, in the back of a noisy pickup truck that roused Frankenstein from his light sleep. Urokai’s irritating excuse of a vehicle could be heard on the other side of the neighbourhood. 

“For Christ’s sake,” Frankenstein griped, shoving the key into the wrought iron gates at the front of his house, “can’t you even keep the things you own quiet?”

“Dragus is old,” Urokai shot back just as quickly, noisily pulling the car past the gate and around the side of Frankenstein’s lawn, “and I needed to bring him in a large enough truck to hide him. One of us needs to think smart.”

“So that’s why you were always at the bottom of the class,” Frankenstein grumbled, dutifully moving out of the way as Urokai flung his door open and headed towards the back of the truck.

“I heard that, motherfucker,” Urokai shouted, but made no move to throw back another retort. He was too busy looking over his shoulder and back and forth at the empty street. Then he flung the old white tarp out of the way of the glass.

Frankenstein’s breath caught in his throat.

“How – how did you get this thing?” he demanded.

“A friend,” said Urokai hastily, “a friend who knew a friend. It’s – it’s maybe not… I wasn’t really thinking about it.”

Illegally! So Urokai had bought a merman – and probably the most gorgeous breed Frankenstein had seen in his life – and he had done it illegally!

“You fucking idiot,” said Frankenstein.


iii - in which Urokai fusses, and fusses, and fusses.

“I think he’s sick,” Urokai said desperately now that he knew Frankenstein’s full attention was on his merman, “I tried everything online, I bought every mermaid-care book, and it’s not working!”

Urokai bought a book. This was serious, then.

All the while, Urokai was heaping symptom upon symptom on Frankenstein, not stopping to even breathe. “He won’t eat,” he said, voice strained, “he won’t sing, or blow bubbles. They’re supposed to blow bubbles, right? Some fish, I read it, it says they blow bubbles when they’re happy!”

“What species is he?”

“I don’t know,” Urokai snapped, and kept going: “I think the stripes on his tail are fading. They’re supposed to glow! All the photos that I found, of all the fish that look like him – they glow!”

“It could just be a result of his breeding?”

Urokai shook his head furiously. “He glowed when I bought him!”

“Then perhaps he doesn’t like you?” Urokai paled, looking suddenly drained at Frankenstein’s teasing. Frankenstein hastened to fix his mistake. “That’s not what I meant. He —fish have to settle in, right? Maybe it’s the same with mermaids?”

“Maybe,” said Urokai mysteriously, suddenly hovering off to the side of the tank and staring off into the empty street. “Maybe,” he said again, and it was clear that there would be no use trying to glean information from him right now, when he was sulking.

“Look at his fingers,” Frankenstein whispered in awe, “no claws!”

“Right?!” Urokai began nodding, vigourously as if to the beat of a song. “That’s why I bought him! He’s beautiful! He’s the perfect merman!”

“You are insane,” Frankenstein said, disgusted, as he rolled up his sleeve. “Now, are you going to help me get your fish inside the house or not?”


iv - in which Frankenstein tries to feed a merman.

The trouble with this whole pet-keeping trouble was getting them to eat. Humans at least had the gall to tell you when they hated something, and could tell you exactly what they wanted instead. Even if Frankenstein had thrown hours into researching and preparing various foods that mermaids and mermen might take interest in (considering the various species of fish that Rai might have been descended from or based upon, even!), he would have appreciated a “no thank you,” or a “I’d prefer steak”.

Instead, he got a blank stare as he approached with his various bowls of steaming and cooled food alike and placed them, delicately, on the ground in front of Rai.

There was meat, both cooked and uncooked – Frankenstein had no clue what was Rai’s preference, even if he might be able to digest both. Fish could be carnivorous, right? Urokai had said he’d gotten the information from the handler himself. Then again, when Rai’s handler had only been taking care of him illegally

It would hardly harm Rai’s health to have a bite, and if it turned out he had more and it affected him poorly, Frankenstein could take that out of the equation.

He didn’t even need to consider it, because Rai wrinkled his nose at it and passed to the next altogether, peering into the next plate with a curious glance.

Seaweed. Dried and wet. Rai spared it a glance, poked at each pile silently, and then moved on to the next dish.

He ignored the shrimp and the crab as well, to Frankenstein’s frustration. Did he not like eating sea creatures? Was it simply not his taste?

Rai took one look at the plate of fish – a carefully prepared salmon that Frankenstein had thought to cut up so that it was no longer recognisable – and gave a bodily shudder. Then he turned his nose from it entirely and sat, staring off with blank eyes into the water.

When he received no response, Frankenstein collected the dishes and dumped them into the kitchen sink unceremoniously.

Then he collapsed at the table, clasped his hands atop the wooden surface,and sighed into the empty room.

Perhaps Rai needed a friend.


v - in which Frankenstein goes hunting for a friend.

He ended up at the shop again, this time without Urokai. Urokai had said something about needing to model some clothes for this or that brand this weekend, and had dumped the entire thing on Frankenstein.

That was what he got for trying to be nice.

He didn’t know a thing about mermen. He had considering finding Rai a lady friend, so to say, but it seemed a poor idea. He wasn’t sure about breeding with merpeople, and he didn’t think he wanted to risk it happening so soon in his days of merman-raising, either.

No matter the low possibility of it happening with Rai, of all mermen, Frankenstein planned to play it safe.

He glanced about the glass tanks and caught sight of an interesting specimen.

“How about that one?” he said, pointing out the particular merman to the specialist. This one had long grey hair – down to his shoulders, Frankenstein was sure, if they let it hang dry – and was striped up and down in maroon and white. The spikes running up and down the merman’s arms were concerning, at a first glance, but Frankenstein didn’t think it was an issue when Rai balked at touching even the decorations in his temporary tank, as if they might stained his clear skin somehow.

Frankenstein wondered if Rai might like this one.

“Pretty, but he’s monstrous. Genetic failure,” the caretaker shrugged. “They were trying to breed something out of a lionfish and another gorgeous fish. Ended up with 21 instead.”

“21?” said Frankenstein, blinking.

“There were more,” said the old man, “but lucky me, I haven’t got them. Just number 21 is one too many, already. Could you imagine if I had even another? The whole shop would be scared stiff of them!”

The lionfish glared at him through the glass, grey eyes sparkling with indignance. Frankenstein thought he might understand them. He didn’t think that mermaids were capable of human speech, but if dogs and cats could communicate – even if just through purrs and nudging of noses – then wouldn’t merfolk?

The caretaker ignored his lingering and moved on promptly, already gesturing towards another fine merman. That one, Frankenstein’s own merman would like, the blonde was well-assured. This one behaved just fine and liked socialising with others, and would not immediately lash out at any owners or at possible friends. Frankenstein would have a grand time with this one, he was told – it was beautiful, likable, and no trouble to care for at all.

An absolutely grand time. Frankenstein nodded along to the caretaker’s words. Wouldn’t that be nice?


vi. in which Frankenstein returns to the shop with company.

The engraved name plate read, in silver: “Takeo”.

“That’s a troublesome one,” said the shop owner. “He makes a fuss over small spaces. People who’ve returned him say he wakes them up in the middle of the night with his wailing. It’ll be expensive to keep him. We might send him back.”

Frankenstein looked at the merman settled in the corner of the tank. Takeo straight back looked back, ice blue eyes cold and glassy, then looked away again. It seemed as if he were trying to stare even deeper into his little corner.

He didn’t look like the sort to complain.

“He doesn’t show it now, but the second he comes into the house, he starts.” The shopkeeper gave Takeo a last glance, then turned back towards the counter. “I’d say better not buying him it all. I’ll return him soon. I’ll try, anyway –even the people who caught him, I doubt even they want him back.”

“What do you think, Urokai?” said Frankenstein.

“I don’t care,” Urokai replied, tapping away at his phone. “A friend’s a friend. Rai will like whoever. He’s just like that, you know?”

The last bit was said somewhat dreamily, the redhead daring to look away from his game for just a moment to stare into the thin air. A moment later, Urokai went right back to furiously clicking at his app.

“Are you sure you don’t want to help pick?” Frankenstein said, one last time. He sounded almost helpless, to his own ears.

“One more minute,” Urokai said, voice raised – “I’ve almost got Rei Sakuma’s card! Almost!”

vii - in which they try to take home Rai’s new friend.

The shopkeeper was wrong. Takeo didn’t wail.

The merman practically screamed.

It started in the back of the truck. Even Urokai planted his hands on his ears, screaming right back at their purchase to shut the fuck up or we’ll take you back, but the noise continued. No one stopped them on the way out of the area – maybe they had seen that particular merman leave the shop far too many times.

Frankenstein was pulled over once by the authorities on the way home, however, and had to produce his papers and proof of purchase.

“This is such a fucking mess,” Urokai griped when he climbed back into the car, “do you have to get another one?”

“A friend’s a friend,” Frankenstein reminded him, suddenly and thoroughly hating everything in the world. The truck started up again, puttering loudly. At least it drowned out the sounds of Urokai’s whining and Takeo’s wailing. “And anyway, don’t you feel some sense of comradery in this one?”

“Why!” shouted Urokai, dragging the hood of his sweater back over his head, “why would I feel something like that!”

“He’s fucking noisy,” Frankenstein replied with a scathing vengeance as he veered back onto the road, “just like you.”


viii. in which Urokai becomes an animal rights advocate. 

Somewhere along the line, though Frankenstein hadn’t noticed it, his house had filled up with strange signs. Cardboard posts, strung messily up on plastic bars with things like: “MERMEN HAVE VOICES, TOO” and “SANCTUM AQUATICS = ANIMAL KILLERS” littered the floor of Frankenstein’s rooms.

“And what,” said Frankenstein, advancing on a clueless Urokai as he striped tape along the back of another plastic post sign, “do you think you are doing, Urokai?”

Urokai froze up.

“I’m advocating?” said Urokai sheepishly, turning around to face Frankenstein. At least he had the decency to look frightened halfway to death.

“Get your trash out of my house.”

Urokai’s wailing was almost as loud as Takeo’s the day they had dragged his tank from the shop. Frankenstein quelled it immediately with promises of dinner, after which Urokai wrapped himself in Frankenstein’s favourite blanket and steals two mugs of his hot chocolate. And that was after eating twice his own portion of pasta and consuming the leftovers from Frankenstein’s breakfast as well.

Then he sat and started — somehow — talking again. Truly, Urokai never ran out of steam.

“I’m going to start a revolution,” said Urokai fervently, staring into the flickering of Frankenstein’s fireplace. It was an eerie sight, watching the orange and yellow flames lick at Urokai’s form and chase his shadows away.

More like, it felt like like watching the broken link slot into the mechanism that would bring Ragnarök and the end of all things upon humanity.

“No,” said Frankenstein, “you’re going to get some sleep.”

“My mum didn’t raise a quitter,” Urokai hiccupped, eyelids drooping. Maybe the apocalypse would not come so soon, then.

“Even great minds need to take a break.”

Urokai didn’t seem to have heard him, but at the mention of a “great mind” he began nodding furiously.


ix - in which Frankenstein welcomes Urokai with open arms.

He had never been so happy to see Urokai. He thought he saw water on Urokai’s cheeks, and Urokai screamed and hit him on the cheek. It was no way to treat a sick man, Frankenstein wanted to say, but his voice refused to cooperate. Urokai cried out, sounding lost for words – and he dared to hit Frankenstein again, on the same cheek – before pulling himself up to his feet, dragging Frankenstein along with him.

Movement felt like grinding pain in his bones. The smell of chemicals dripped off him like toxic waste, plastering his wet clothes against his skin. Frankenstein tried to tell Urokai to not to breathe it, no matter what happened. But he couldn’t speak – his throat felt shackled, as if everything inside were completely inflamed. It wasn’t the case, he would be dead if that were true, but he didn’t even feel alive as it was. Everything felt so wrong, horribly, horribly wrong.

Urokai gasped (probably breathing in thirty different toxic chemicals, Frankenstein thought wearily, something like a soundless chuckle colouring the words). He dragged Frankenstein, so far that Frankenstein thought his bones might grind to dust – and then he felt the sweet taste of the mountainside air.

Urokai didn’t stop to rest. He pulled Frankenstein bodily to the car, heaved his dripping mess into the passenger side, and raced around the front to scramble into his own seat.

He dropped the keys, twice, and only barely managed to get the car started.

Then they were off, finally off. Finally getting away from that wretched company.

Finally going home.

“You fucking idiot,” Urokai was sobbing. The putter-putter of his old truck rang in Frankenstein’s ears, the eardrums still so clogged with water that it only sounded like a steady thud, thud in the back of his head. Like drums in the distance. “I can’t fucking believe you, Franken, you – you fucking idiot.”

And Frankenstein slept.


notes: how long is a post supposed to be before I have to put it under the cut…? lol. anyway, very self-indulgent AU. :/ Because I desperately wanted more Urokai than the manhwa gave. And I also desperately wanted to see an interaction between Frankenstein and Urokai that wasn’t “I hate you!” and “I hate you, too!” I can’t see them being very soft and close, but — grudgingly friends? I want that? But also… I really… really just like fish. I’d talk about my betta all day, but no one wants that.

A lot of this is short short short because exam cramming for tomorrow! But I just had so many ideas that I wanted to throw them down on paper. I never fleshed out anyone except Franken and Urokai but… exam!! exam!!

Last excerpt does not seem to belong to the story at all :D But it does, eventually! The fic does have some heavier plot down the line that isn’t all about beautiful mermen and their handsome human caretaker. And maybe there will be love in the air. Lol.

… Nevertheless, I’ve found the newest object of my focus and dedication.
(+__+) mermaid AU, here I come.

what the river hears

pairing: reader x sungjin

genre: fantasy, river spirit!au

word count: 1,223

note: just a little au that’s been in the back of my mind, meant to be part of a drabble series and my first smol piece of writing for day6 with a little more to come over time, italic lyrics by x (i love that song ok ;;)

There was a remarkable river that stretched for miles along thickets of green and beds of gray, flickering like glitter amongst the surface during the evenings and days. It was serene, beautifully silent, setting the mood for those that visited, welcoming the joyous sounds of chatter and the graceful notes that musicians chose to bring.
There was a spirit whose entire being was the river itself, with no choice but to be overlooked when visitors arrived, his smile remaining sincere as he watched them sing and dance filling his lonely heart in those moments with warmth, until it was time for them to depart.
It was during the seasons where his surroundings ran dry that he was loneliest, only a few people lingering to admire the beauty of his crystalized form, leaving him completely empty until the next spring and when it came, so did you.

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