RULES:

1. Put your music playlist on shuffle
2. Write a story per song 
3. Stop writing when the song stops
Rewritten rule in my case:
3. Keep the song on repeat until you finish writing your story (sorry i'm a very slow writer lol)

Warning:
1. Bad grammar
2. idk the meaning of the song lol i just went with the overall mooood man moooooood
 

Song Title: B1A4 - Beautiful Target
Pairing: OMG's Binnie (aka Yubin) and Hyojung
​A/N: lol why is this more fitting with OMG's Windy Day xD

If you look at someone long enough, something will most usually develop, won't it? Be it a case of apprehension, boredom, hatred... Unrequited crush. 

Or a motion picture.

As a cinematography student, Yubin's second year's final assignment entailed her to make a short film. More like, a chance for her to be as artsy fartsy as she could. And thus she found herself laboring through her short semester break, filming her bestie in places around their neighborhood that screamed of 'death and decay'. Today, they found themselves alone in the middle of a small forested area of their local park, dead leaves surrounding them from top to bottom like a curtain of red.

It was when she asked Hyojung to stand on a huge pile of leaf that she'd tediously raked for the last ten minutes that Yubin's breath finally caught on . 

Oh she'd lie if she said it never occurred in her mind before, about how well Hyojung's skin tone was contrasted against the background of decay. How it would shine eerily against the dull grey of empty concrete warehouses and how it seemed to feed off against the color of autumn's rust. But this was different. This was different. 

Maybe she was the reason why Yubin wanted to do this topic in the first place. 

"How long should I stand like this?" Hyojung's voice brought Yubin out from her brief moment of mind wandering and she raised her palm in return.

"Wait a second, I'm waiting for something." She said from behind her father's 8 millimeter handheld camera.

"Waiting for what?" 
Hyojung asked, her side profile warmly captured around Yubin's scope as she looked up to the trickle of sunlight that seeped from the thin canopy.

"For life." 

Yubin's whisper acted as a cue for nature to react, for her to let go of her long held breath and push out a gush of wind strong enough to send birds flocking from the branches they were previously perching on.

Hyojung's hair was blown backward, the soft curls of her dark locks stood at the forefront of hundreds of confetti-like leaves. Her green dress seemed to take a life of its own, taken on a dance by the wind and twirling around her legs, wrapping itself around them and causing Hyojung to fumble around with an exasperated pout on her face.

"So pretty." 

"What?" 

The fact that Hyojung could hear her whisper was alarming enough for Yubin to quickly stop her recordings and straighten herself up. 

Taking in the scene before her sans the yellowish tint of her old camera made it much more mundane and boring, and that huge twig that was stuck at the back of Hyojung's head was surely not fitting for her assignment theme. 'Romance with death', she told Hyojung her planned title for the movie earlier. She scrunched her nose at that, but Yubin didn't really care. 'It sounds bomb,' she retaliated.

"We're done for the day." Yubin said as she helped Hyojung relieve her hair from the annoying twig and wandering pieces of dried leaf.

"Thank god. My legs are starting to itch real bad." Hyojung huffed as she skipped ahead from Yubin, only stopping when her boots hit the gravel trail that would lead them back to civilization. 

"Did you get anything good?" She asked. Yubin wanted to say 'yes' right away, but she felt Hyojung's fingers seeping to the betweens of hers and for a second she was taken back to the moment when her camera caught the glint of afternoon sun against Hyojung's squinting eyes, three- four strands of her baby hair streaking across the frame. 

"If it's really that bad just spill. Don't leave me hanging like this, eh?" Hyojung's playful jab pulled Yubin back to reality. Although, she wouldn't mind being lost forever inside the scope of her camera, with a loop of today's captured pictures playing eternally against it.

"Of course it's gonna be good. I'm a pro you know." 

Hyojung snorted off Yubin's grandiose claim and off they went, hand in hand and laughing. 

Yubin had spent more than half of her life looking across the yellowing lenses of her father's camera that she often forgot the world is wider than its 8 millimeters film. And although Yubin still held her strong belief that sephia tone makes everything look 200 percent better, she has to admit that eight mm or not, Hyojung will still look beautiful as hell no matter what.
 

Song Title: Mamamoo - A Little Bit
Pairing: BTS' Suga (aka Yoongi) and Jin
A/N: @yoom: snippet of the juicy part for the baking pet story. Spoiler?

Silence. 

They were standing across each other in silence. 

Sentences were formed inside their mind, tens and thousands of them. But they knew that they've went past the last window of chance to say it. 

And so they stood, gazes trained against the asphalt road stained with morning dew. Not knowing what to say, but too unwilling to part. 

'This is your last chance.' 

'To let him know what you feel.'

'You lost this and you'll lose everything.'

'Tell him to wait.'

'Tell him you're willing to wait.'

If only they knew what the other was thinking. 

"I guess it's time to say goodbye?"

But the world doesn't work that way. 

"I guess so."

She's cruel and unforgiving. Isn't she? To those who live in the foldings of reality, to those unable to express their feelings. She wouldn't wait. 

"All the best for you then." 

Jin answered Yoongi's offer for a handshake with a loose grip, when all he wanted was to pull him close for a hug. Just once. Why couldn't he? 

"Thankyou. All the best for you too."

Turn around. Don't look back. Walk to your door. Don't look back. 

They had their chance, and they did not use it. In the end it's nobody's fault but them.

Too late, dear. Now it up and move on.

Song Title: BTS - I Need U
Pairing: idk??? 
A/N: this is what we call 'curcol'

If summer was the month where i fell in love, winter would be the month where I fell out of it. 

I couldn't believe the intensity of how my heart could feel. How it swelled tenfolds against my ribcage and caused me to suffocate with the hot tears that ran down my cheeks when I realize how utterly helpless I was in controlling the path I was going down on. 

I love her. Even if she did what she did, I couldn't help but admit to myself of how much love I felt for her. 

And that beauty didn't come without a price. Oh, it was painful. Pure pain that compacted my heart to an unstable reactor ready to blow at a moment's notice. But it was the kind of pain that radiated through your limbs, the one that set them alight with fire in your blood. It's the kind of pain that made you feel alive.

And then winter rolled along. 

I couldn't believe how I thought the popular comparison of love as fire and heartbreak as ice was a cliched piece of tired writing. Until I experienced it myself. That crazy coincidences in life as I got the news during the coldest day of the month.

Because it caused my fingers to turn to icicles, my feet to frozen ice slabs, and my face to frost with nonexistent tears that failed to trickle. What's the use of crying? If I cry the pain would lessen and at that moment, at that exact moment when I realized how the road ahead of me was nothing more but a burned off bridge, I only wanted to suffer. 

Let me suffer. Because if it wasn't for the feeling of biting cold that lingered on my limbs, I would consider myself dead. 
 

Song Title: SNSD - Girlfriend
Pairing: SNSD's Taeyeon and Tiffany
A/N: Jolly goodness...


"Whatever it is you're going to tell me, the answer is still no." 

With Tifanny's harsh rejection, Taeyeon pouted, "aww, why?"

"I'm not stupid, you know." She tried to hide further into the book she was reading, but Taeyeon was relentless in her chase. 

She slammed her palm on Tiffany's print of 'Around the World in 80 Days' and stated her ultimatum.

"Go with me to the prom or else."

"I'd rater choose or else." 

Tiffany's eye roll didn't seem to faze her, when it successfully turned down a line of starstruck boys without her having to utter a single line of rejection. 

"Come oooooon it will be fun we can like, do the slow dance and be crowned as queens like, how awesome is th-,"

"Ok ok!" She screamed out loud enough for the ever vigilant librarian sitting at the other end of the room to hear her and shush her back with equal amount of annoyance, "but I'll blame you if I got disowned by my parents."

"Bull, they already know anyway." Taeyeon stuck her tongue out and twirled quickly in order to avoid getting her arm slapped by Tiffany. It managed only to graze against the pleats of her navy skirt before her laughter rang across the silent library. 

"Girls, if you couldn't behave I'll have to ask you to leave." The librarian suddenly materialized behind Taeyeon's shoulder, her half-moon glasses sliding down her narrow nose and created a perfect moment of true menace. 

"Ok Miss P, won't happen again!" Only Taeyeon could be the person to ignore the deathly scary stares of Ms. P and gave her beau a peck on the cheek, "see you later then, book flea." 

In a blink of their eyes, she was gone, leaving the heavy doors to the library slightly ajar and letting them hear the echoing footsteps of her running down the corridor back to wherever she belonged more than this dreary old hall. 

"I'm sorry Miss P." Tiffany mumbled under her breath, afraid to look up to meet what she envisioned as a mad squint on her already hawk-like eyes. She was surely not expecting frail fingers to be placed softly on top of her shoulder, gentle tapping that showed complete gesture of understanding. 

"I remember when I was your age," her usually croaky voice sounded nostalgic, almost sweet, even, "you have fun. She's a lovely girl."

Tiffany couldn't quell the blush that grew on her face. She then braved herself to look up, and her bravery was answered with the sight she thought would be impossible to behold. A smiling Miss P. Wow. What a day indeed.

"Thankyou." 
 

Song Title: Mamamoo - Mr. Ambiguous
Pairing: BTS' Jhope (aka Hoseok) and Jimin
A/N: Sorry for the double bts? btw @yoom, I was planning on changing this and make it into a you and mimi/bubble jint but naaaaaaaaah. xD


My name is Hoseok and I'm Park Jimin's bestfriend.

Yes. It does have a nice ring to it. It's nice. Super nice. Super. Ultra. Very. Maximum to the top super nice. 

"The hell are you thinking." How long has he been staring at me like that? Should I be concerned? Should i be concerned of myself??

"Squeaky cheese curds." 

Nice safe Hoseok, clever.

"Cool." He shifts his weight from his usual position on my sofa and swung his feet onto the general direction of my snack cupboard. 

"Don't get the sour cream one, I'm saving it for tomorrow." 

"Too late," as he says it, the strong whiff of artificial chive filled the room. Hard not to admit that I groaned. "Why? You have a guest coming tomorrow?"

"No."

"Then why not the sour cream?" He pops one gigantic piece of those potato chips while plopping down back to my side. 

"... Just saving it for myself." 

It's magic that I can utter out those words, as I'm just trying to stay FOCUSED while watching him suddenly flopping and sliding around the sofa until his head is resting against my thigh. 

"Don't be so selfish," his mouth is half full and cheeks are covered in a fine crumblings of chips. Not attractive Hoseok. Not attractive. Before long, he takes another large piece from the bag. "Here. Catch." 

Catch. Ok. Ok then throw it to me- no. Oh it's going to his mouth... No wait, no. You are not ALLOWED to do that this is ing unfair I'm suing. This is-

Oh god he's wiggling his eyebrows. 

Oh dear should I... Should I... This is escalating way WAY too quick. But he wouldn't even do this if he... If he didn't... 

AH WHAT THE HECK

Ouch. Our teeth bumped. 

It kindda hurts.

His lips tasted like onion. 

His breath still faintly smelled like the bottle of coke we shared earlier. 

His eyes, are looking at me in shock.

Realizing that, I slowly parted from his petrified form, whose hands are awkwardly curled in front of his face as if they are in the process of... Trying to keep my head where it was before?

"What the , I was asking you to catch it with your finger." 

"I... I'm sorry?" I stuttered after managing to swallow the piece of chips. I try to eyeball the severity of my action, but the rapidness of how the chill settled down to his eyes is quite alarming. 

"Never mind." He says, before squiggling away, head still on my lap, and turns his back at me so he can further shove some chips to his face while watching reruns of Amazing Race playing on my TV. 

NEVER MIND? What does that mean?? Did he like it? Did he not? What the hell is happening I need an adult. 

"Next time around, tell me about it first." 

My name is Hoseok and I'm Park Jimin's bestfriend...???????