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πβππ‘βπ π΄ πΆπππ πππππ? (π»ππππ¦ πΏππ’)
ππ¦ππ: πΉππ’ππ
πππππππ: π»ππππ¦ πΏππ’ π₯ π πππππ
ππ’πππππ¦: πππ’ ππππ π»ππππ¦ πππππππ ππ π‘βπ πππππ πππ π¦ππ’ ππ π βππ ππ βπ πππ π‘πππβ π¦ππ’. πππ’ π ππ¦ π¦ππ’ βππ£π πππ‘π‘ππ ππππ€πππππ ππ ππ’π ππ, ππ’π‘ βπ ππππ πβπ‘ π‘ππ’ππ¦ ππππ€ βππ€ πππ‘π‘ππ π’ππ‘ππ βπ π πππ πππ βπππ πππ.
π΄/π: π»π ππ’π¦π , πΌ'π π π π π π πππππ π ππππ¦ π‘βππ‘ π‘βππ π€ππ π π πππ‘π. πΌ'π£π πππ‘ πππ’ππ π‘βπ π‘πππ π‘π π€πππ ππ π‘βππ π πππππ ππ πΌ βππ£π π‘π πππ‘ πππππ¦ πππ π π ππππ¦ π‘βππππ , π πβπππ πππππ πππ ππ π‘βππ. πΌ βπππ π¦ππ’ πππ ππππ'π‘ πππ πππ πππππ π πππππ¦!
π΅πππ¦ πΌβπ πππππππ~
π»πππ ππ£ππ βππππ ~
πΏππππππ πππ π€ππ¦π π‘π πππ‘ π¦ππ’ ππππ€ ππ’π π‘ βππ€ πΌ ππππ~
Music rings through the halls of the house. It was Henry, doing what he does best. His music flows from his soul and into any instrument he plays. It was always beautiful to hear. I see how every moment he spends in the room of music, is a moment spent in heaven for him. Iβve never quite understood his passion, but I love watching it in action.
I walk down the hall in the direction of the melody, my bare feet smacking the cold floor. I curl my toes, wishing Iβd put on my slippers. The sound of Henryβs voice gets louder as I approach. As I listen, I realize that heβs singing Itβs You, itβs one of my favorite songs of his. He doesnβt notice me as I walk up to the other opposite side of the piano. He often plays with his eyes closed.
βTryna hold back, you oughtta know that youβre the one thatβs on my mind.β He sings, scrunching his face a bit. βIβm falling too fast. Deeply in love. Finding the magic in the colors of you.
Every since Iβd started dating him, heβd taught me how to sing. I wasnβt very good before, but he taught me certain techniques and skills. He even taught me how to harmonize. Which is exactly what I begin doing as he continues singing.
βπππ’βππ π‘βπ πππβπ‘ π‘πππ, ππ‘ π‘βπ πππβπ‘ ππππππ‘. πππ’βππ π‘βπ π π’ππππβπ‘, πππππ ππ¦ βππππ‘ πππππ.β
He looks at me, but doesnβt falter from playing. He smiles as he sings. I smile back, resting my chin on my hands as he continues before I jump back in.
π ππβπ‘ π‘πππ, ππ‘ π‘βπ πππβπ‘ ππππππ‘. πΌπ‘'π π¦ππ’π’π’π’.
I stop singing and Henry looks at me with the most loving eyes. He appears to be singing to me now. I blush, smiling at him. His voice has always captivated me, but so did watching him play. The way he handled the piano so carefully. He didnβt bang on the keys, but rather bounced from one chord to another with grace.
The amount of passion that Henry puts into his music is incredible. Itβs one of the things I love about him. I envy his skill with instruments, because I was never able to pick it up as a child, but itβs heartwarming to watch him.
As he finishes his song, he gets up and gives me a big hug.
βYouβre getting so good.β He says, picking me up.
βI learned from the best.β I smile at him. βCan you teach me this? Itβs so pretty. If not itβs okay, Iβm just not really good at playing piano.β I admit.
βOf course Iβll teach you!β He says excitedly. He motions for me to sit down and he stands behind me. I put my fingers on the keys, ready for instruction.
βSo first, youβre going to press the notes, G A B A G, with your right hand? And on the second A, youβll press B with your left.β He tells me. I hover my fingers over the keys and then look at him.
βUh, where are they?β I ask sheepishly.
βOh, right." He laughs, playing the notes for me. I copy them slowly, trying to remember which ones he played. He waits patiently as I try to get used to the keys. When I finally get it down, he guides me through the song.
βBut since this part is the climax of a song, youβre going to add a crescendo to make the song more heartfelt.β He explains as I stare at him blankly.
βWhatβs a crescendo?β I ask, when he shows no sign of explaining.
βOh, yeah, a crescendo is where you start the part of the song off softly and then gradually get louder. Like turning up a dial.β He demonstrates for me. βGot it?β
βI think so... I get that I have no business playing the piano.β I laugh.
βAw, come on, babe. Letβs just continue, weβre almost finished.β Henry pleads. I let out an exaggerated sigh and nod.
βAlright, whatβs next?β I ask, as he continues to teach me.
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Drabble List (Smut/Angst/Fluff)

βGive it back,β βMake me,β
βWere you even listening?β
βHow do I look?β
βLike what you see?
βItβs the thought that counts.β
βLet me kiss you.β
βOr... we could just get naked.β
βI donβt wanna fall asleep without you.β
βItβs true, I really love you.
βDonβt hide from me, I wanna see your pretty little face.β
βWhy did you do that?
βI like your ____, itβs/theyβre cute.β
βSpeak up, baby girl.β
βDonβt cry, please.β
βStop, that tickles!β
βSo fucking tight for me.β
βWho hurt you?β
βDance with meβ
βCareful how you look at me, you might start something,β
βForget it.β
βLetβs cuddle.β
βNo panties?β
βYou can do better than me.β
βCan we keep it?β
βYouβre so fun to tease.β
βI need you.β
βYouβre hair is a mess.β
βShit, youβre so wet.β
βDonβt be scared.β
βIβm hungry, Jagiya.β
Blind Miracle

Type: Fluff
Pairing: Exo!ChenΒ x Reader
Summary: Turns out blind dates are so much harder than they seem. You find that out when meeting up with someone very unexpected
A/N: Iβve been gone for a while, but hereβs a little something to warm your hearts on Christmas. I hope you guys like it. Merry Christmas!
Word Count: 1,252
4:53 pm
Agh! Iβm so late! How could I be so stupid as to overlook the time like this? I was supposed to be there at 4:30! Not to mention, my phone died. I rush through the snowy streets, doing my best to not slip on any ice. I blink snowflakes off my eyelashes as I hurry to my destination. Why are the streets so crowded? I find myself having to weave between people on the sidewalk and bumping a few.
I breath a sigh of relief once I reach the destination. Iβm here for a blind date and we decided on a cafΓ© for lunch. I walk in, shaking the snow off my jacket as I remove it. The place is packed, but thereβs one table that only as one person sitting alone. Thank God, I thought he wouldβve left. Heβs got a book in front of him, as well as a steaming cup of coffee.Β
He looks up from his book and we make eye contact. My heart jumps. I smile and wave at him, walking towards him. He waves back, eyes a little wide as his returns the smile. I set my jacket on the back of the seat and sit down.
βHi, sorry Iβm so late. I completelyΒ lost track of time. And I was going to call, but my phone died and I couldnβt tell you I was gonna be late.β I ramble as I settle in. I set my purse to the side and quickly plug my phone in to one of the outlets to charge while weβre here. I look back at him apologetically, hoping heβs not upset. He shakes his head.
βItβs fine, donβt worry about it.β He replies. I could tell that he was examining me as soon a I sat down. I blush a little as he holds my gaze.
βAh- You already ordered.β I say, pointing to his coffee.
βHuh? Oh, yeah.β He chuckles nervously. I smile at him.
βItβs completely fine, I was the one who was late and I wouldβve been more upset if youβd have waited for me. You look really good, by the way.β I compliment him. He smiles and looks off the the side, trying to hide his bashfulness.
βYou look nice, too.β My smile grows wider at his words.
βThank you! Soo, whatβs that youβre reading?β I ask him, gesturing towards the book.
βOh, this? Itβs a book about a man who found out that his brother is going to try and kill him so he can use his life insurance money. Itβs really suspenseful. I like a book that can keep me on edge.β He says, a smile playing on his face. I smile back, leaning towards him a bit as he speaks. As we talk, a server comes over.
βHello, Iβm sorry for the wait. Is everything okay here? Do you want to order a drink or any refills?β She asks. She looks spent. Itβs apparent in her tone that sheβs annoyed and just wants to be out of here.
βIβll have a hot chocolate, please.β I say as she writes down my order. She huffs and walks away, quickly.
βShe doesnβt look like sheβs having a good time.β He jokes. I giggle a little.
βSheβs trying. I can tell. Most other servers have a snappy attitude and donβt put a lot of effort into their job. But she still kept her polite attitude, even if her cheeriness was a little on the downside. Sheβs doing a good job, given the circumstances.β I explain with a light smile on my face.
βWow, you got all that from a few seconds of talking to her?β He questions. I nod.
βI used to be a server when I was in high school. I know a few things.β I giggle.
βThatβs good, it sounds like a good experience.β He replies.
βYeah, it really was.β It takes a few minutes for my hot chocolate to get here. I thank and tip the server, smiling as I take in the scent of chocolaty goodness.
βSo, why hot chocolate instead of coffee?β He asks as I take a sip of my drink.
βWell, it isΒ almost Christmas, so itβs in season. And also, I love it. It makes me feel like a child again.β I say, smiling to myself. He snickers a little as I take another sip.
βWhatβs so funny, huh?β I inquire smirking as I roll my eyes.Β
βOh, itβs nothing.β He responds, obviously lying. I narrow my eyes at him, but go back to drinking my hot chocolate. Once I finish, I place my cup down and sigh, smiling contently. He laughs again.
βAlright, what is it?β I ask again, sternly this time.Β
βItβs just that... you have some whipped cream on your face.β He informs me. I blush, moving to wipe my mouth with my sleeve, but he stops me.
βHere, use this. Itβs much better.β He chuckles, passing me a napkin. I laugh nervously, accepting the napkin and wiping the whipped cream away.
βThank you.β I giggle. We really seem to hit it off. We talk for about an hour, until we decide to leave and walk around a little. The sun is beginning to set and weβre walking side-by-side, shoulders bumping each other. While weβre walking I feel my phone buzz in my purse. We stop for a moment so that I can read the message and I see I have 12 missed messages from an hour and a half ago.
Park Chanyeol
4:31 pm -Β Hey, Iβm here, where are you?
4:40 pm -Β Um? Are you coming???
4:46 pm - Hello?
4:50 pm - Iβm leaving. Maybe another time...
My eyes grow wide as I read the texts. I look up nervously at the man Iβve been on this date with. He looks back at me with a calm look and a soft smile.
βWhatβs up?β He asks me.
βUm, Iβm sorry, I shouldβve asked when I first arrived. But, um, is your name, by chance, Park Chanyeol?β He looks utterly confused at the question and shakes his head.
βNo, my name is Kim Jongdae.β He replies.
βAh, you mustβve thought I was crazy for just sitting down at your table like that. You shouldβve said something, I feel so bad now.β I say, placing my face in my hands.
βWell, I definitely thought it was odd that you randomly sat at my table, but I believe everything happens for a reason. Consider it a Christmas Miracle.β He chuckles. βSo donβt feel bad, you still had a good time, I hope?β
βYes, of course I had a great time with you. Iβm just sorry for this misunderstanding. I was supposed to be on a blind date with this guy my friend set me up with, but Iβd be lying if I said this wasnβt the nicest date Iβve had in a while. Even if you are just some random guy whoβs table I sat at.β I smile up at him.
βSo, I didnβt catch your name.β He tells me, waiting for my response.
βOh! Iβm sorry. Let me properly introduce myself. Iβm L/N Y/N. Nice to meet you.β I say, extending my hand to him. He shakes it and gives me a warm smile.
βNice to meet you too~β
β π§Β α΄-α΄α΄α΄ α΄α΄κ±α΄α΄ΚΚΙͺκ±α΄
Key
-Fluff {π} -Angst {βοΈ} -Smut {π₯§} -Mature {πͺ΅} -Humor {πͺ} -Work In Progress {β} -Completed {π₯}
α΄ Κα΄ΚΚΚα΄κ±:
ΚΙͺκ±α΄ 1 2
Chae Hyungwon + #6
Park Jimin + #3 & #12
α΄xα΄

α΄α΄9 Κα΄α΄α΄α΄Ιͺα΄Ι΄κ±:
They Find Your Little Notesππͺπ₯
You Fall Asleep/He Falls Asleepππ₯
α΄Ιͺα΄ α΄α΄Ι΄Ι’α΄ α΄α΄:
Chopstuckππͺπ₯
Blind Miracleππ₯
α΄Ιͺα΄ α΄α΄Ι΄Ι’ΙͺΙ΄
Sunny Burnsππͺπ₯
α΄α΄Ι΄κ±α΄α΄ x

α΄α΄7 Κα΄α΄α΄α΄Ιͺα΄Ι΄κ±:
You Play A Scary Prank On Himππͺ
Will You Be My Girlfriend?ππͺ
Κα΄α΄ Κα΄κ±α΄α΄α΄:
Room For Two?π₯§π₯
Κα΄κ±

α΄α΄7 Κα΄α΄α΄α΄Ιͺα΄Ι΄κ±:
They're Caught Doing Itπ₯§πͺπ₯
α΄Ιͺα΄ α΄α΄α΄ΚΚα΄Ι΄Ι’
Olive BranchβοΈπβ
κ±α΄α΄α΄Κ α΄α΄Ι΄Ιͺα΄Κ-α΄

Κα΄Ι΄ΚΚ Κα΄α΄
Lazy Dazeππͺπ₯
What's A Crescendo?ππ₯
Ι’α΄α΄7

α΄α΄7 Κα΄α΄α΄α΄Ιͺα΄Ι΄κ±:
They Catch You Singing Their Songππͺπ₯
β― πΉπππππππππ π½ππππ/π²πππππππππ

π¬ππππ πΆ-πππ πΈπππππππππ π½ππππ/π²πππππππππ

πΈπππ π½πππππ π±ππ:

α΄α΄α΄α΄Ι΄α΄Ιͺα΄Ι΄
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This blog is currently under construction. Just working some things out and doing some housekeeping while I prepare my next post.
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Drabble List #2

βThatβs how the story goes.β
βNone of this is your fault.β
βI know it hurts.β
βAre you serious?β
βYouβre safe now.β
βNo oneβs going to hurt you.β
βI donβt understand.β
βThis isnβt what I wanted.β
βMy head hurts.β
βIβm right here, okay?β
βWow, you lookβ¦ amazing.β
βAre you okay?β
βWho did this?β
βI made a mistake.β
βWhen Iβm with you, Iβm home.β
βThereβs nothing I can do anymore.β
βThis is going to hurt.β
βThat was kind of hot.β
βPlease donβt let me be alone.β
βDonβt try to fix me. Iβm not broken.β
βItβs never too late to get back up again.β
βWhat if one day I wake up and you donβt?β
βI immediately regret this decision.β
βIβm not okay.β
βIβm scared.β
βYouβre the one thing keeping me sane right now.β
βPlease stay with me.β
βPlease help me.β
βItβs okay to cry.β
βIs that blood?β
βCan I kiss you?β
βYouβre everything to me.β
βIβd like to see you try.β
βAre you testing me?β
βI just wanted to let you know that I think youβre beautiful.β
βIβm lost without you.β
βYou have my word.β
βIβm just tired.β
βIt justβ¦ hurts.β
βDo you promise?β
βIβm not drunk enough for this.β
βWhy are you shaking?β
βI never meant to hurt you.β
βIs that my shirt?β
βPlease donβt shut me out.β
βGo back to sleep.β
βI can take care of myself just fine.β
βThis is new.β
βTake off your shirt.β
βBe you. No one else can.β
βI canβt breathe.β
βAre you going to talk to me?β
βIβm sorry.β
βTheyβre gone.β
βJust smile. I really need you to smile right now.β
βWould you just hold still?β
βI miss the way things used to be.β
βAm I dead?β
βLook at me.β
βCan we just pretend like weβre normal for once?β
βI told you not to fall in love with me.β
βPlease shut up. Just shut up.β
βPlease tell me itβs going to be okay.β
βYell, scream, cry, please, just say something, anything.β
βWhen you smile, I fall apart.β
βIf I die, Iβm never speaking to you again.β
βIf you donβt want to talk about it then say so. Donβt lie and pretend to be fine when you clearly arenβt.β
βThis isnβt what it looks like.β
βI just really miss talking to you.β
βI canβt do this on my own.β
βIβve got you.β
βWeβll figure this out.β
βPlease donβt say goodbye.β
βYouβve shown me what love can feel like.β
βYou make me feel alive.β
βI wouldnβt change a thing about you.β
βThere is nothing wrong with you.β
βIβm just looking out for you.β
βBe careful.β
βYou owe me.β
βCome with me.β
βI trust you.β
βI didnβt want you to see this.β
βIβve been praying for you.β
βTake my jacket. Itβs cold outside.β
βIβll walk you home.β
βLet me help.β
βCome here.β
βYouβre holding back.β
βRemember when we were little?β
βWeβre all a little stronger than we think we are.β
βDonβt sell yourself short.β
βThis isnβt who I am.β
βIβm willing to wait for it.β
βAre you ready for this?β
βYou can do this.β
βYour life was my lifeβs best part.β
βYou were always gold to me.β
βDonβt look at me like that.β
βIβm fine with where I am now.β
βWe all want to be somebody.β
βPromise me youβll come back.β
βI donβt know anyone else who can make me feel this way.β
βIβve never felt stronger than when youβre with me.β
βI believe in you.β
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