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I'm particularly fond of short fic because of poem. What kind of short-fic that I mean? ca. 96k.

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Born in the 90s. Fiction writer (fandom and otherwise) in all my free hours. 96km; "km" is not an abbreviation of my name. It's pure kilometers of highway on somewhere. I'm an awkward potato, pitiful, but..but.. talk to me on here flat-form, I would be happy, really. I write things. A full-credit will give to the respectful owner of these wonderful photos or anything that I'm using else. I am; someone who just always happy listening from both sides of their story. Because of that, my acquaintance once or twice said that to me that I could be a story-taller. I have one and only muse, named Jung Woo-sung.
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Active Fandoms: Danmei, Tay Tawan Vihokratana, and Lee Thanat Lowkhunsombat

UNDER CONTRUCTION (LOCK)
♪ Blue Moon on Stigma Route - EXO | Do Kyungsoo - Kim Jongin | “Is falling in love registered on the list of disgrace now? An endlessness misery is theirs who-doesn't-know how to aviate the wings on winter, pitiful”.

♪ Daylight Faded - EXO | Do Kyungsoo - Kim Jongin | Sunsets are proof that no matter what happen, everyday can end beautifully. [Kristen Butler]

♪ 1 of 206 (Working Title) - EXO | Do Kyungsoo - Kim Jongin | “This is my condition right now Kyungsoo, looks so desultory, isn’t it? I’m in love with you too, silly.” —your boyfriend.

♪ Vaguely Familiar (Working Title) - EXO | Do Kyungsoo - Kim Jongin | I loved you at your darkest —Romans 5:8.

♪ Puncak Titik Sempurna.

under oath of palm tree, words and words make me do it all of this, confidently. Note your way next time, so not to slip off to here again. Take care, bingsu.

Current Music: 적재 - fixx me

Title: milk for our cat
Pairing: Wonho/Kihyun
Rating: PG
Word Count: 905
Summary: it's him. —miku, yours.
author note: just sharpen my ability on writing besides only written a poem on everywhere, hehe..

( “This is unfair, how can someone killed her with given a milk with poison on it” )

Title: blue moon on stigma route

Author: bingsu

Word Count: 12.3k

Pairing: Kim Jongin/Do Kyungsoo

Genre: family, tragedy, homophobic

Rating: PG-13

Warning(s): [jongin-centric, jongin-pov, slight!angst]

Author note: the wind-up bird chronicle—Haruki Murakami gives me inspiration for writing on first-person point of view, honestly and I hope, this doesn’t fail //T.T// pardon me, english isn’t my first language but still, I’m trying what the best here. It’s okay if you didn’t want to read it cause you didn’t like the first-person pov, I don’t mind, really. No, I hate you so much. I’m just happy so complete this till the last paragraph while I really hate this story as you as well, too much to suck my time up. jk.

Summary:

“Is falling in love registered on the list of disgrace now?
An endlessness misery is theirs who-doesn't-know how to aviate the wings on winter, pitiful.”

Foreword:

Her name was Natsu; Kim Natsu. she was eighteen years and fourth months old for exactly and majoring in pharmacy at Sungkyunkwan University (SKKU). For her entire life, she didn’t know a pinch of her father’s brother, a big brother precisely. Until she found out and trying to get an apprehend, she jumped with square off along to other side balcony room.

In the row of bookshelves, a dark brown leather taped with a small artificial gold in the middle and inscribed ‘Journal’ on it, with bold and italic as typographical emphasis choice for. She found the way out, how to get inside his story with that Journal—Kim Jongin’s Journal.

She will made an effort in a certain direction to found out an undisclosed story behind her uncle. Some condiment of love story includes itself and it ran around in the wind forever and never been heard by anyone except by Kim Jongin and herself. All confidential secrets made her even more willing to open them and tear them apart if needed.

An unhappy ending story of her uncle—Kim Jongin—who’s not only a love story by his that carrying with the winds but also he, himself.

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( part i: rewind. )

"White" but it's not the color of the snow drifts in winter at midnight
"Chocolate" but it's not the color of the roots of the tree in autumn in the evening

"Pink" but it's not the color of the cherry blossom flowers in spring at noon

And "yellow" but it's not gradations as bright and radiant as the sun in summer in the morning

But it's only the color of yours, doe-eyed with chocolate pupils, pink-faded lips and heartfelt smile

really, such a beautiful colors combination of art
The colors of yours.

-96km-

Rosé wines are made with regular red grapes such as Mourvedre, but the grape skins aren't exposed to the juice for as long. The result is a much more pale red wine. Depending on the variety used, a rosé can range from pale salmon (Pinot Noir) to magenta (Garnacha).

—the wine color chart

milk and rose

I don't believe, only roses that are able to stand on proportion with the wines.
why not milk?
I could be as a box of milk with straw on it, while you are swimming on me, feels the cooling sensation on
white pure and painfully thick. I would not intend rein on you but resurgence of your desire which will prove it
perhaps, would you like to taste me?

じょうげん.
The lantern festival,
A lot of people are being one of the participants to let go (of) the lampions, so they just could make a promise or pray or might the expectation have to fill the place in which of they provide will come. Hundreds or even thousand of wet clothes rolled with gasoline are become the foothold on tissue papers as the seal.
But..

You're not a lampion to me. I don't want you being one though, I don't want to let you go from an embrace of mine, watching yourself gliding and would never come to me again, is a nightmare scale. The atmosphere hasn't a limit, once I allow you soar in the blue pool with artificial water, definitely, you won't come back to me again

I even willingly, If I couldn't make a promise again or If I couldn't pray for everything that I'm surrounding from or If I haven't accomplished everything I have intended to do

as long as I'm with you, I could even stand the darkness of the dark
effulgence antecedent's

Current Music: 지코 (ZICO) - 너는 나 나는 너

flight

I force this feeling, until thread with the kernel of the earth
and married the gravity

he belongs to someone else, someone else

who I could not even imagine in comparison with

too perfect, for the equalization

too pretty, born to be a man

Him

wildflower

as you are a wildflower being and yet I am a lonely butterfly instead

I am afraid at the first time I saw you. so many reasons that I thought,

cause your mien, cause your appearance and
because you are being who you are—a wildflower

but not anymore
you approve it, everything that I'm trying do to with you,
you approve it

en bloc with crescent smile eyes and pleasant lips

purple love

why are you standing there?
the way, in which makes me breathless every single time
I look at you

I lose on my black hole for just looking into your eyes

my brain is not like working anymore also,
causes pain in one of my organs

I contemplate again and it is not your fault
It is only the way (that) I feel cause from the start
you are do nothing
sadly, it turned out this way

I get into one‘s head, I’m falling in love

one-sided love

petrichor

there is only one thing that I never give a consideration
from myself, that's the petrichor

the wonderful smell in the air after it's been the raining
the puddles on the edge alongside the pedestrian
the laughter of seven-years-old child while dancing in the rain
the sounds of the smallest water falling into a dirty bucket

I hope you are that could give me a wonderful smell
in the morning or could give me a sign;
become a mirror of my demeanor or could give me a pure laughter
and always looking for me wherever you stand

so, will you be my Petrichor?

Infidelity
our moment for five years full of ours and there is only yours on me
grinning like a five-year-old child, take a breakfast and dinner together
steadily, with silence in between while through the Hang river
sleeping beside each other in every night
hugging you, touching you, cuddling with you

what's the meaning of these five years of us then when you leave me in the end with someone else,
someone else

-96km-

Current Music: 개리 - 또 하루 feat. 개코

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Could I be a penguin to you too?

I’m standing alone, on the path where you left me

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