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[auspiciouspeach]

AH !!!! WORDS OF THE PAST !!!! ITS SO GOOD !!!!! OH MY GOD !!! if it's not too much to ask - can you please tag me in part 2? and any parts after that? it's such a wonderfully written story !!! also sorry for screaming i just rlly love it !

i'll tag you no worries! jajdjjwh and omg please don't apologize. i'm really happy you like it, half of it was written at like 4am so it really does make me a little more confident to get the next part done sooner.

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Words of the Past

part one.

word count: 2,557

pairing: hoseok (not famous) x reader

summary: he had tucked a note into a book hoping that you would find it. you didn’t have the chance to until years later when you picked up the forgotten book. but it was an event of long ago and it had no relevance to your current life. but of course, things have a weird way of working out. the same book ends up in his hands and he is once again in your life. seems like he is no longer a memory of the past.

Specks of dust take over the air in the room, their silent floating spotlighted by the sun, and their presence more apparent in the sneezes coming from the floor. Your hands frantically wave back and forth in front of your face, the action is useless. The dust does not move away and you sneeze again. A huff leaves your lips, you reach for a tissue and blow into it harshly, setting it down on the pile of used tissues. You had avoided moving because of this exact reason. Of course, waiting any longer would be pointless, you had to face the dust at some point, it would never disappear. You pushed the pile of tissues away and continued packing up what was left of your apartment. The idea of doing this quickly almost hurt, you had spent so much time in this apartment, it had been the first you bought, and that only made it harder to leave it. All that was left to put away are the books and soon the task would be done. You would eat, sleep and wake up tomorrow to the moving truck. 

You pull another book from the stack in front of you, examining it you decide that it is best to donate it. You would never read it again, better enjoyed by someone who could find the love in it that you had lost. You continue to sort the books, some bringing back fond memories, others just dread. None of them catch your attention the way the last book in the stack does. You remember having lent it to a friend. You had been in an advanced literature class and your friend’s common class had begun to read it a month after your class finished it. You offered her your annotations and she had gladly taken them. Somewhere in that time, she had lost the book, you should not have cared but it still bothered you slightly. She promised to find it, you told her it was fine but you hoped that she would be able to give it back. You had spent so much time on the book and parting ways with it stung. You kept all your class books because you wanted to look back at your thoughts one day. Another month went by and the book never found its way back to your friend. You had let yourself forget about it, one book was nothing, you still had all the others. So you continued on, that book long gone from your head and the planet for all you knew. Then there came the day landed back in your hands. The bell had rung signaling the end of class and you rushed to get out of the classroom, as always. Your next class was in a hallway at the other end of the building and the only way you could make it on time was to rush. The classroom seemed so near when the one minute bell rang, you would make it. Or so you thought. You heard your name from a short distance and you stopped, you looked around and spotted someone coming your way. At that moment you were sure you would die. You had no idea why the boy you had been crushing on since the beginning of the year was walking towards you or even calling your name. You stood there dumbfounded as he took a second to catch his breath. “I found your book. Here.” he had a gentle smile, his eyes were soft and his whole demeanor was sure to make you swoon at any moment. You wanted to thank him, but you choked on your words, you choked on your heart and the bell rang. You could only let out a gargled “late!” Before quickly turning away from him and sprinting to your class. 

You cringe at your past actions. After the incident, you had not talked to him again. You would watch for a quick sight of him in the halls but that was all. He did not show up the next year, he had moved the summer before senior year. You had thrown the book into your backpack, your locker, your bookshelf. You had never looked back at it, and the memory had been pushed to the back. Just another event and just another crush. Looking at the book, you flipped through the pages, examining the scribbled annotations. Towards the end, a neatly folded piece of paper fell from the pages. You set the book down and picked up the paper, the writing was polished, neat, a bit chunky but you could read it. 

“Y/N,

I found the book at my lunch table, I am assuming it was left behind on accident. As soon as I saw it I was going to return it. But when I was approaching you I saw that you had another book in your hands, and you were talking with a friend about it. I think it was an assignment? So I figured that you might not need it, you might not want it so I kept it with me. I chose to read it. My class had read a portion, I thought why not read the whole thing? So I did, I was not expecting to find so many notes on the pages. I think I had more fun reading your thoughts than the book. I never really got the chance to fully talk to you and maybe that was a missed chance, I figured you were uptight and only okay with talking to those that you knew. I did not realize until much later that you were actually pretty friendly and easy to approach. I should have approached you I guess. I have decided that since I have the chance to give you this book I can also write you a note, which I am. I am going to leave it in the book and hope you find it. I would like to be friends. So when you see me please say hello or wave to me so I know that you read this. I really do hope that this works and that we can get close. If you are not interested disregard this.”

There is a slight pang in your gut. You had missed a chance you were not even aware you had been given. But that was in the past, things happened for a reason. You set the note aside and continued to pack. The words playing in your head. You shook them off and hurried, the day was not forever and you needed rest for tomorrow. Once your packing was all done you allowed yourself the freedom of standing up and stretching. A small snap and crack came from every bone in your body, a triumphant smile appeared. You had finished. You picked up your tissues and shoved them into a mostly filled bag of trash. You picked up and threw away other small stuff before heading to clean yourself up. Once done you finally slept. The view of your new apartment accompanying you in your dreams. 

The next morning you are driving to your new place, the moving truck behind you. The building comes into view and you work your way into the parking space. Once the truck finds a place you help them find your place, and the moving of boxes begins. Trailing behind them you trek up the stairs with box after box. Taking the elevator was done with the heavier stuff, around noon you were finally done. You signed the papers and paid up the rest of what was due. Once you had sent the truck off you were able to get a good look at your apartment and all the boxes. You remembered when you had first moved, it had taken at least half a month for everything to be unpacked, and that was considering you had less than you do now. You could not help but groan. It would be a ton of work but it would be worth it in the end, just as was anything that required work. But first, you had to eat so you would head out, grab a bite and come back. Along the way, you would also pick up some dinner. It would give you a chance to get a good familiarity with the area. With that plan in mind, you grabbed your keys and purse and walked out into the bustling streets.

The sound of people around you and cars whizzing by, honking or idling reminded you that this was your life now, and you only slightly minded it. You were not very happy with the abundance of street noise but you would get used to it, there was a slight charm to it. You smiled to yourself as you spotted a nice place for lunch. The tiny bell notified the workers that you had arrived and one was quick to greet you and seat you. You took a couple minutes to look through the menu before ordering. The smell of the food heading your way made your stomach growl, you had not realized how hungry you were until now. You were quick to eat, you did not even mind burning your tongue when you took the first bite. Instead of venturing out to find another place for dinner you opted to order from the same place. Once your takeout order was in your hands you bid the servers a quick goodbye and left. Back out in the streets, without the previous gnawing hunger, you clearly saw the shops that lined the whole place. You had made a right choice in job and neighborhood. It was all here at your disposal. If only you could tell the past you that every bit of hard work and tear shed was worth it. You took one last look around and placed the image in the back of your head for later. With that being done you finally returned to your new home.

Once inside you set up a reminder to call your parents once you had the general necessities set up. You put your dinner in the fridge and began to mentally locate what you wanted to place first. The bedroom, the bathroom, and the kitchen. The living room, office, and extra room could be done later. You located the boxes labeled “main bedroom” and moved them one by one to your bedroom. You had the bed frame, vanity and wardrobe installed before moving in and you were glad you had done so. The relief of not having to do it now was pleasant. You open the box and get to work. 

A couple of hours later the room is settled and so is the bathroom. You are about to begin the kitchen but you are interrupted by your growling stomach. A loud groan leaves your lips as you are forced to stop to appease your body. Except you cannot fully stop yet, because you can not heat up your food without a microwave. Another groan is let out as you begrudgingly reach open the kitchen boxes and find the microwave. You lug it over into its spot and plug it in. “I’m gonna have to be quick because once I rest I will not want to work again.” You mutter to yourself as the food heats up. The beep of the microwave echoes around the empty area. You are quick to pull it out and set it down on the counter before you can feel it burn you. A small hiss blows from between your lips as you rub your fingers. Of course, you had still felt the heat. You turn to the bag you had dumped aside and pull out the disposable utensils and thin napkins. The second the food is cool enough to eat, you scarf it down. “Back to work then.” You push yourself away from the counter and toss the container in the trash bag. You pull things out of the kitchen boxes and set them in their locations. You find the dining table box and with muttered complaints, you work on setting it up in the small dining corner. Once you are done you step back and fully examine all your work. To say that you were tired was an understatement. You wanted to finish up some more but you knew it was best that you rest. You had work tomorrow after all. “Oh right!” Just as you were heading for the bathroom you remembered that you had to take out your pajamas and an outfit for tomorrow. Another reminder came into your head. You grabbed a sticky note and pen from your purse and wrote down some tasks for tomorrow: drop off old books, go grocery shopping after work, start setting up the office and possibly begin the living room. There was probably more, but it didn’t really matter right now. You just wanted to wash up and sleep. So you put the sticky note next to your clothes for tomorrow and left to do as you wanted.

The morning greeted you with the blaring sound of your alarm. You shrugged off your blanket and reached for your phone. Blinking away the sudden brightness of the screen you turned off the alarm. The blankets were so warm and the mattress so lovely, but so was the money you would earn. So with a heavy heart, you hopped out of bed and got ready for your day. Once dressed and cleaned up you picked up the sticky note and grabbed the box of books for donation. You would pick up a quick breakfast on the way to work. You had a bit of time after all. You pulled on a coat, grabbed your purse and then the box of books. Stepping into your heels you let the door click behind you. 

You let the yawn pass as you grabbed your breakfast from the fridge. Another one overcame you as you were taking a bite from your meal. Maybe it hadn’t been the best idea to stay up slightly longer to finish setting up your closet. You would grab some coffee on the way to work. You looked at your watch and let out a screech at the time. If you didn’t leave now then there would be no coffee for you until your break in the afternoon. You grabbed your stuff and quickly left your apartment. Your small breakfast in hand you struggled to accommodate your feet into your heels. Once it was fine you continued with your speed walk to the elevator. As the doors opened you heard a voice from behind you. “Excuse me, wait.” You turned around and were greeted by the sight of man. “This was on the floor in front of your door.” He had a book in his hand. Not just any book, but the book. The same one that had been lost years prior. He handed it to you with a soft smile. Suddenly you were back in high school and the bell had rung once more. And the man in front of you was the same one as before. And just as before; the only thing you could utter was “late!” before you sprinted down the stairs with the book in your hands.

[auspiciouspeach]

so,, i saw that you followed me and i was like awww man somEoNE foLlOWed ME/??? and so i checked you out and like,,, idk... uwu?? hi?? this probably is going to be one of your most awkward asks but omg your blog is so pretty

hey ! i promise this wasn't awkward at all ! i actually think it's really cute ! it's 1:30 am and i'm writing an assignment i procrastinated and this made me feel a ton better. so thank you ! 💕💕💕

[auspiciouspeach]

Oh my fuck. Your blog is going to blow up, I am calling it. You’re so talented, and your writing vibe is just so pleasant. I ship you with Joonie or Yoongi, cause they’re our local lyrical geniuses. - bxsicallybts

sbdjjx i've been trying to get back to writing and this means so much ! thankyouthankyouthankyou !!!!! you're so sweet :') 💕

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The Haze

part one ! 

word count : 1,026

pairing : whomever you please x reader

warning(s) : mentions of cheating 

The haze, a blanket to the eyes and the mind. It engulfed everyone and kept everyone in bliss through the hours. It didn’t take much for someone to be taken in by the force; a drink here or there, the mesmerizing movements of everyone and the perfectly picked music. The atmosphere was set for trouble and no one could escape. Not even the handsome male, the one who stood out from the rest, his movements graced the dance floor and so did the obvious smirk on his lips. He was all too surreal, so much so that he could’ve been just another product of the haze. Yet he wasn’t, he was a victim. Or so he claimed. He argued; it had been the night that had driven him to do what he had done. His mistake had been the haze, and the moon that illuminated the streets. Your mistake had been letting this man drag you into that night. The night, silent, still, and fresh; a change from the haze. Hands molded together, unstable steps, and stifled giggles. The light of the night illuminates features once masked in the haze, the awe in your face is clear, the thoughts in your head sobered enough to bask in the image. Glazed eyes and a muddled mind drove you through the night, your hands intertwined and hearts astray. The whole night was a “mistake”, masked, and allowed by the haze. Your suffering dragging you through it and allowing everything to happen. A permitted mistake later on being excused by the night, neither ever allowing it to come back. It dissolves, and the suffering returns. It seems that it’ll never return; that is until you’re pulled back into the haze and instead of waking up at home, you wake up in a strange room with a living breathing sculpture. To you this is new territory; the last time had been a never-ending walk with idle conversation. What had transpired through the night to land you here, in bed, with a man? A man you recalled having spoken to, known, and now didn’t remember. Had he meant that much to you subconsciously that you went back, and had let yourself end up here? It hurt you to think, to recall and it hurt to look at him because your chest fluttered. The sight was pure and heaven, the deed was sin and hellish. Anything pertaining to the night before was a mess in your mind. The only image that you could conjure was you and the door slamming, walking off, the sight of your boyfriend slowly becoming a shadow. As you pondered your next step, the body next to you shifted and an arm made its way across your body, pulling you closer. His warm breath released into your hair and neck, the feeling brought flashing images of the night you two had spent. You tensed a little though that only made him hold you tighter. “I finally get to have you next to me. I finally get to see in real lighting. Would you let me see you?” His words were soft and raspy, his voice sending shivers through your body, you wanted to shake your head and escape now. Truly forget him and return to the life you know. But the life you knew only made you want to turn around to face the man next to you. And so you did. You wiggled your body a little, he loosened his grip to let you turn. The idea that this man trusted you and didn’t believe you would run off only made you want to stay even more, after all how much had you forgotten, and how much had you told? Was he aware? In this second though it did not matter because you faced him and couldn't believe the sight that met your eyes. You closed your eyes, tightly shutting them and peeking before fully opening them again. His smile greeted you and you were sure the world stopped along with your breath and heart. The sight was stunning and he stole the words right from your mouth, “You’re absolutely radiant, the endless nights and disappearances were worth it.” He reached a hand out and stroked your cheek, confirming his and your own fears that this was real. You could’ve stayed like this forever, but of course something always happens to break the sweetest of moments. Your phone rang with a familiar tune, one that used to break your features into a smile, but that now only achieved the fakest of tones and the feeling of dread. He saw your expression, “don’t answer. You said it was done, keep that promise to yourself.” It seemed that he knew more than you did, but your reflexes were quicker than your mind because you reached for the phone on the third ring, and would've been sucked into another call with him, had it not been for the person next to you who took the phone from your hand and declined the call. A finger curled around the power button, shutting it off, an almost angry expression was fixed on you. “Why do that?” Your voice shook as you tried to answer, the sound was soft and he leaned closer, only leaving you stuttering and trying to find words. “Why not? I don’t remember a promise. I don’t remember anything.” The man next to you groaned, he pulled you in for a hug and you could feel him smile against your forehead. “Of course you don’t, I should’ve known better. Don’t worry, I’ll help you, I’ll tell you, but you have to promise to spend the day with me.” He moved his face farther away, a smirk playing on his lips, the feeling of them a sudden vivid memory. You could leave and never know what went on continue life as it always has been, but you don’t want that. You want to know what the haze has hidden in your mind, what it has covered. And so you agree to his request, and he places the smallest and most innocent kiss on your lips. The feeling short but reassuring. 

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Free Evenings

Seokjin

The chatter of those seated around you, the clattering dishes, and the scent of food made up your free evening with Jin. The atmosphere of every place you two visited in search of a new dish never disrupted the one you two carried with each other. You and Jin would take a seat or be seated, and he’d joke about items in the menu, the two of you, stuck in fits of stifled laughter, would take five more minutes to think of an order. After calming down came the careful consideration of every menu item, the two of you were specific in what you wanted to try. He wouldn’t get the same thing as you and you wouldn’t get the same thing as him, after all, it offered more of a variety in which you could both try more without ordering too much. It was a system both of you had perfected once you two had established this as your special pass time.

Yoongi

You were well aware that you were dating a busy hard working man, too much at times, but it never stopped him from finding time for the two of you. The time spent was most usually done in either of your homes; on the couch in front of the tv hoping that the random pick is decent. If it isn’t then you guys at least get a good laugh out of it. Your current favorite entertainment had been flipping to a telenovela and trying to interpret the mishaps. Sometimes you turned to board/card games. Those resulted in loud evenings, both of you living by the phrase, “there are no friends in games”. You were both in it to win it, you could act as cute or seductive as you wanted but he would remain unbothered. He could try to do the same and you would only try harder to win. Whatever it is that you two did, it was worth it, especially after long periods of waiting.

Hoseok

Errands; the most mundane of activities, the most dreaded, and the ones put off for last. In your case, you would put them off as long as you could because it would result in a long evening with Hoseok. You two found that going “undercover” for them was somewhat fun, of course, there was someone following for his safety but it never bothered you too much. You took turns pushing the cart down the grocery store aisles, you picked through everything to find what you needed, though the minute you turned away from Hoseok he sped off and came back the minute you turned back, pretending to examine something. But you knew very well that he had just snuck something into the cart. He amused himself with the look that spread across your face, he tried his best to put the most ridiculous objects. You let him get away with it, other times you retaliated with actually purchasing it and letting him keep it, no matter how much he protested.  The two of did your best to make the most out of it and you were happy to say that so far you had been successful.

Namjoon

Your free evenings were situated in local cafes, not just for the caffeine and sweets but for the indie band performances that were known to happen. You were always down for something new and catchy, he enjoyed the atmosphere and your slight sways. Your excitement at having found a new song to listen never failed to make him smile and his smile made you smile even more. With a mug of whatever it may be, you felt like having and a platter of assorted desserts, the two of you sit across each other. A quiet conversation forms throughout the night, the music floats around you and every now and then interrupts whatever it is that you’re talking about but you never fail to turn back to Namjoon and continue where you left off. The evening, in general, is perfect and always something new.

Jimin

The soft scent of coffee surrounded the two of you like an aura, you both held your warm cups tightly in your hands as you walked side by side. You weren’t holding hands or even in some form of contact, but just having each other in presence was enough contact for now. After all, once you two found your usual bench, you would lean into Jimin. He would set his cup down next to him and put an arm around you. The embrace would be warm and sweet, most appreciated on chilly winter days. You two agreed that although inside evenings were nice: a cup of coffee, fresh air, a view, and each other was also nice. It was a way for the two of you to reconnect after a busy week. The whole thing made the others laugh; each time the two of you would show up at the dorm after, their teasing chatter would greet you both.

“Well if it isn’t the married grannies, coming back from their date night.”

“Happy 126,830,941st date you oldies.”

“Wow, back by 7. Bedtime right? You two started falling asleep, didn’t you?”

They were never mean, just silly, and they always got a laugh or an eye roll from the two of you. Those evenings were repetitive at times and almost seemed like dejavu. Not that you or Jimin minded, the routine of it was nice, especially when he would come back from being away for long. There was no disagreement that it was the best way to spend free evenings.

Taehyung

Art had a way of communicating so much, it was a gateway to the soul and mind. And it was a wonderful way to spend your boyfriend’s free evenings. You would walk hand in hand, hidden behind masks and bask in the beauty of art galleries in the area, the changing of exhibits always brought about new topics. Sometimes it would stay on the topic of art but other times it would move away to something else. Whatever it was, you two enjoyed each other’s presence, the calm aura and the ability to keep on learning more about each other through thoughts laced in the opinion of a piece. Taehyung loved the way you listened and brought your own thoughts to the table, you loved his insightfulness, his interpretations of what you saw. In these moments you felt he shined in a quiet way and you would take in as much of it as you could, enough to last you until the next time you were able to do the same thing.

Jungkook

The two of you had a very similar mindset, and so when your boyfriend had time, the two of you would sneak yourselves away into an arcade. The neon lights illuminate your childlike smiles, and the brightness of the screens emphasizes the dazzle in your eyes. The two of you let yourselves give in to the heat of competition, neither of you is willing to play fair. Jungkook might distract you with whatever method he’s got up his sleeve and you’ll do the same. You can never quite understand why he does that because compared to him you’re pretty bad at this sort of stuff. But you aren’t going to complain, his adorable methods have you internally wheezing for another breath. At some point you’re finally able to pull Jungkook away from his usual action-packed game, and you get in a round or two of dance dance revolution, of course he wins though if every once in a blue moon his competitive fire will dim and he’ll let you win, and you know very well what he did but you’ll still enjoy it, though the one time you truly beat him gives you hope that you’ll be able to do it once more. Which only has you just as excited for the next time you return.