spreading the love of this new ship
Hi there! Currently, I'm having a ship I have been obsessing about, and it's Seventeen's Wonwoo x Red Velvet's Seulgi (they are, just amazing, their auras together are indescribable). Anyway, to express my love for them I have decided to create stories for them. It's been a while, and I just feel like posting about it here, so there you go, with the foreword and all.
1. Of Broken Mixtapes and Hazy Sketchings
Kang Seulgi is your local eccentric cartoonist wannabe, who wishes nothing but her parents to give up on forcing her to pursue their dreams; becoming a lawyer at some well known firm, defending the wrong ones and attacking those who are right instead, where she will be cursed with money and no happiness in return. Then, there comes Jeon Wonwoo in the picture, the guy that lives next door, who blasts his hiphop songs every night(resulting Seulgi's unfinished drawings), and sometimes rapping his proclaimed self-written rap pieces.
They were seventeen; passionate, reckless, and full of dreams, not to mention sensitive, short-tempered, with slapstick jokes here and there, unnecessary violence accompanying their days, with curses becoming a common languange in their tongue. Friendships form, enemies clash, and love is found.
2. Allegro: Young Blood and Electric Blue Skies
Wonwoo is not a promise for a better tomorrow, because Wonwoo doesn't make promises that he could not fulfill. He doesn't easily fall for someone as he doesn't understand what love is in the first place. For him, the form of love he is able to grasp is when he trace his fingers along hipbones and soft skins of girls that finds comfort under his touch; they said his touch makes them feel alive. Wonwoo never believes in them, because they are all girls that are reckless with their words, and love spills out of their mouths like a broken song that is too repetitive to be listened by his tired ears.
Then, he stumbles over her. He stops to look at her.
Seulgi, in her wholeness and rawness, movements as fluid as water and smooth as silk can be, burns brilliantly.
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