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[ m.yg ] would the stars go out? (please don't go)

crossposted on ao3

genre: angst, argument, break-up pairing: yoongi x reader word count: 567 warnings: mention of blood (minor)

You stood in the middle of the street, hair dripping with water. The rain was slowly soaking through your clothing, and you shivered. In your rush to get out of the house, you’d forgotten an umbrella.

You regretted it now as you scanned the crowd. Strangers carrying black and white umbrellas pushed past you. You could see no faces – the umbrellas blocked them out. They drifted along, unhurried; the hum of their voices barely carried over the sound of the rain.

You couldn’t see him.

You bit back a curse. Your eyes pricked with tears. You hadn’t meant for it to turn out like this. You'd just asked to spend more time together; Yoongi was so busy and hardly ever home, and you just wanted to see him a little more often. You understood that he was busy preparing for their next comeback, but still. That wasn’t so bad, right? Apparently, it was. It started an argument which spiraled out of control.

You'd shouted at him - screamed even. "You don't love me!"

"Don't put words in my mouth," he'd snapped, tone biting.

"Then why aren't you ever here!?"

He opened his mouth to reply, but before he could speak, you cut him off, choking on a sob. "I'd rather break up t-than this. I can't-I can't keep doing this, I just can't." You hiccuped, wiping your eyes.

"Fine," he hissed. His eyes were cold, like jagged shards of ice. "If that's what you want."

He turned on his heel and stormed out the door.

You stood in your shared apartment for a moment of eternity, heaving for breath. Your anger drained away, and your blood ran cold. What had you done?

You gave chase. You had to find him. You had to apologize.

But you couldn’t spot him anywhere.

There was a flash of color which caught your attention, and you spun in place.

There was a figure in a black hoodie, wearing a red scarf you recognized (after all, you had knitted it for him), walking in the opposite direction. The crimson was brilliant against the backdrop of blacks and whites and grays, and you wondered how you had missed it.

As you watched, the figure turned, and you caught sight of their face. It was him!

You broke into a headlong sprint after him. Your feet slapped against the slick pavement. Your heartbeat echoed in your ears. Your lungs ached sharply with the exertion of each breath.

But it was pointless. The crowd was too thick. You didn't seem to be making any progress at all. Yoongi was just walking further and further away.

Tears rolled down your cheeks. Hair slapped into your face. You gasped for air. “Wait!” you cried. “Please wait!”

He didn’t seem to hear.

“Don’t go!”

Or maybe he did, and he didn’t care.

“Please don’t leave me!”

He kept walking, disappearing into the crowd. You lost sight of that brilliant crimson.

“No!”

You pushed yourself to run faster, but your foot caught on a crack in the pavement. You went flying, skidding across the concrete. Your palms were rubbed raw; blood was smeared across the pavement, quickly diluted by the rain still pouring down. The rainwater leaking into the oozing, bloody scrapes was almost excruciating, but it wasn't nearly as painful as the searing ache in your heart.

You doubled over, arms wrapped around your torso, and screamed.

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[ k.sj ] and the stars aligned (a strange meeting in the grocery store)

crossposted on ao3

genre: fluff, meet-cute pairing: jin x reader word count: 570 warnings: swearing

You blinked. It was supposed to be an ordinary grocery run, but apparently fate had other plans. That or even worldwide superstars like Kim Seokjin ran out of milk. Because that was the only explanation for this situation you'd found yourself in.

And good Lord, when they said all of BTS are more attractive in person, they weren’t joking. His cheekbones could cut glass, and his lips were plush enough you could use them as a pillow. He was stunning.

It took you a truly shameful amount of time to realize that you were staring. The moment it clicked in your dumbass brain, you flushed a thousand different shades of red and turned away, ready to leave.

But -

“Wait!”

Wait, was he talking to you?

You turned back around, and, yeah, he was still looking at you. Still, just to make sure, you pointed at yourself. He looked like he was about two seconds from bursting into laughter, but he nodded.

“What’s up?" you asked slowly.

Jin gestured helplessly to the fridge, at all of the different milks displayed there. He seemed frustrated, and you were afraid that he was about to kick the fridge and possibly break his foot. “I don’t know which one to choose,” he said. “We don’t have most of these brands in Korea.” He clicked his tongue. "I just wanted cereal. Why are there so many options?”

“What a mood,” you muttered, and he couldn’t quite bite back the surprised bark of laughter. You tried to ignore the burn of your face as you sidled closer.

He eyed you as you approached, but he didn’t say anything and you made sure to leave several feet of distance between you. Celebrity or not, you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable.

You peered into the fridge. It was your basic selection of milk. They even had lactose-free milk, for those poor unfortunate souls like yourself.

“Do you want fat-free, 2%, or whole milk?”

“Whole milk,” he said with no hesitation.

A man after your own heart.

“Are you lactose intolerant?”

“No.”

“Lucky,” you said, and he laughed. “How much do you want?”

“A gallon is fine.”

You grabbed a jug of milk and handed it to him. Considering your good deed of the day done and over with, you turned and prepared to leave, ready to have your panic attack in peace. But, apparently, Jin disagreed with your plans, because he grabbed your wrist.

You stared up at him blankly.

“I just wanted to thank you,” he blurted out. His ears were beginning to turn red. “Do you think I could, uh, get your number?”

You were 99% sure you'd misheard him. "Can you repeat that?"

Swallowing hard, he choked out a, "Um, can I, uh, get your number maybe? Please?"

You blinked. An international superstar with a notoriously avid fanbase and some scary-ass stalkers wanted your number. What could possibly go wrong?

Like the dumbass you were, you agreed. "Um, sure.”

He beamed at you and added your number into his phone. He thanked you, once again, for the help, promised he’d be in touch ("Maybe we could get coffee or something," he said with a cheeky smile), and then swept away.

Your façade of calm and confidence fell away in his departure, and, left reeling in his wake, you stood in that aisle, staring blankly at the floor. What in the Hell just happened?

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Who lead me through that maze is an awesome concept! I already voted too.! Please tag me, if you keep tag lists!

Much love !

Thank you so much! I’ve never done a tag list before, but I’ll definitely let you know when the next chapter is posted!

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v a r i e t a e ・ 1 ・ y e a r ・ a n n i v e r s a r y ・ g i v e a w a y

hello everyone, so i have decided to create a header + icon set giveaway to celebrate my 1 year anniversary which will be on nov 27th. you will be able to choose everything from picture, to color to overall style. this whole process will be similar to a commission minus the price. so this is obviously free. if you want to participate read the rules + information below. good luck ♡♡ 

r u l e s ・ i n f o r m a t i o n

‣ must be following me @varietae ‣ reblog this post, likes do not count ‣ please do not spam your followers ‣ there will be only one (1) winner ‣ this is not BTS exclusive, i am willing to do this for any group/artist ‣ please do not delete this text ‣ winner will be chosen randomly via a page on nov 27th @ 11:59 pm MEZ

ps: please note that it might take a few days until i will be able to finish the header + icon set depending on how many commissions are still open. 

good luck everyone. ♡♡ 

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you who led me through that maze, you are my light - chapter 1: such stuff as dreams are made

crossposted on ao3

genre: fluff, slowish burn, romance pairing: ot7 x reader summary: ❝ this rain, too, is coming to an end i won’t let go of your hand anymore i wish that you would love me ❞

(or the one in which bighit holds a raffle for army to spend 4 months with bts in a remote lakehouse, and you win)

word count: 1390 warnings: cursing

see author notes at the end

Words could not begin to describe the cocktail of emotions that shot straight through your veins as you stared down at your phone.

"Dear (L/N) (F/N),     Congratulations! You've won the raffle!     Please contact us by January 31st, 2021 to claim your prize.     We look forward to hearing from you. -BigHit Entertainment"

This had to be a joke, right? There was no way that this was real. Spam or a cruel joke from your family or maybe this was a dream.

You reached over and pinched your forearm. Hard.

The only thing that resulted was an explosion of stinging pain across your nerves and involuntary tears springing to your eyes.

So this wasn't a dream. But that still left spam or a joke.

It was totally in character for either of your brothers to pull something like this. But you didn't know if they knew how to spoof an email address, and, as you peered at the screen, you realized that address looked very official.

Quickly, you opened an incognito browser and did a Google search for BigHit's email address (addresses?). There was no guarantee of credibility, but still, it was better than operating under the assumption of goodwill. That was the sort of thing that got you hacked and all of your data sold on the dark web, and that was something you'd rather avoid. Once you'd found emails that looked like they might be correct, you opened the email again to compare them. The result had your heart hammering in your chest and your pulse fluttering in your throat like hummingbird wings.

They were almost identical.

This was probably the real deal.

This was probably the real deal.

You leaned back in your chair, a bark of disbelieving laughter leaving your lips.

Well shit.

You had some plans to make, you guess.

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"Dear (L/N) (F/N),     We discussed what you mentioned in your last email, and, in the effort of making you more comfortable, we thought that we might send the boys out one at a time to join you in the as-of-yet undisclosed location. You would have a week to get to know each other individually before another member would join you both.     Is this sufficient? -BigHit Entertainment"

"Dear BigHit Entertainment,     That sounds great! Thank you so much for being so understanding. I really appreciate it. -(F/N) (L/N)"

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"Your plane will leave tomorrow at 6:00 AM. Sorry, but that ended up being the most convenient time."

"It's fine, I understand," you said, smiling even though you wanted to cry at the thought of waking up at 4 in the morning so that you could make the plane ride. You'd have to make an emergency order from Target for a couple of those Starbucks frappucinos. You absently scrawled a reminder to yourself down onto a sticky note that you stuck to your corkboard, phone balanced between your shoulder and your ear.

Oh, how you missed the days when you could just drive to the store down the road and pick up whatever junk food you happened to be craving at the moment.

Still, life goes on.

"All precautions will be taken, of course. Still, when you arrive in Seoul, you'll be required to quarantine for two weeks. I know you've already been informed, but I just wanted to double-check one more time: you are okay with this, correct?"

"Yes. Yes, I am."

You'd expected it, in fact. They couldn't have known for certain that the ARMY that won the raffle would be from Korea, and there were all sorts of travel restrictions, worsened by winter - that they could fly you in at all was nothing short of a miracle. Quarantine seemed obvious.

You'd rather not spend time holed up in some hotel or someplace for fourteen days, waiting to see if you'll start displaying symptoms, but you'd also rather not get other people sick by accident - especially not the boys. The only way those two things could coincide was if the pandemic was over, and, unfortunately, things weren't there yet. You were still praying for a vaccine, but in the meantime.

"All right, I believe that's everything. We look forward to meeting you, (L/N)-ssi."

"I look forward to meeting you, too. Thank you. I really appreciate this opportunity."

It sounded like the person on the other end was smiling when they replied, "Of course. Have a good day."

"You, too."

"Bye."

You hung up and turned in your chair. Your suitcases were packed and waiting by the front door, and butterflies swooped in your stomach. In less than 24 hours, you'd be hopping on a plane to Korea, and in a little more than 2 weeks, you'd be meeting BTS.

Already, you were nervous. You couldn't imagine how much of a wreck you'd become as the day approached. Still, that was something for future-you to deal with. Present-you had enough on your plate.

First order of business: ordering coffee.

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You blinked blearily up at the airport.

Where to now? you wondered as you stepped through the automatic doors. Multiple signs blinked at you to please wear a mask, and you adjusted yours a little, fixing it on the bridge of your nose. You glanced around. There weren't any obvious directions or anything.

"Uh, are you (Y/N) (L/N)?" an unfamiliar voice spoke.

You turned.

A woman in a pressed blue uniform and a matching mask stood there. She stopped the mandatory six feet away, and, judging from the crinkles of her eyes, she was smiling at you.

"That's me," you said, reshouldering your carry-on bag.

"Excellent!" she chirped, in true customer service fashion.

You felt bad for her, having to be this upbeat at ass o'clock in the morning. Maybe she could recommend you her coffee brand. Or maybe she was just fueled by spite like you'd been when you worked at the coffee shop downtown. Opening was always a fucking nightmare.

"Please follow me." She gestured onwards, then began walking.

You trailed behind.

"I'll take you to security," she continued as she walked, her heels clicking against the linoleum. "You'll be flying on a private plane today. Whoever's flying you out must really want to be sure you're safe." She paused. "And have a lot of money." She gave a tottering laugh.

You probably would've found the joke funnier if you were actually awake, but alas. You'd had two of your three coffees already, but there was only so much caffeine could do when it was up against the existential nightmare of an early morning.

Luckily, she didn't seem particularly daunted by her less-than-enthusiastic audience. Instead, she kept chattering on - about what, you weren't sure; you were having an incredibly hard time focusing your foggy brain to focus on anything for longer than 0.2 seconds.

You were flying to Korea. Jesus Christ. The reality was finally sinking in - as much as it could, given your current state. What country had you saved in a past life to be this lucky?

You likewise went through security in a daze, still reeling. You were only slightly more coherent when you were boarding the plane.

The flight attendant gave you a sympathetic smile and advised that you try to get some sleep - it was going to be a long flight.

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14 hours later, give or take, the plane had touched down in Seoul. You disembarked and were immediately swept away, rushed through customs before being deposited into the care of BigHit employees. One notable employee being Kim Hyun-Woo, whom had been the one you communicated with primarily as this whole thing was being set up.

He greeted you with a wide grin. "It's so great to finally be able to meet you in person, (L/N)-ssi."

You tried to return his smile as best you could. "You as well." You yawned. "Sorry, that was a really long flight."

"I understand." He nodded and gestured to the car. "If you'll climb inside, we'll take you to the hotel you'll be staying at for the duration of your quarantine."

You did so, and you were soon on your way.

You watched Seoul's cityscape slide by, the brilliant lights offset by the dark of the night, and you wondered why it was that you felt like your life was about to change. Forever.

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Short first chapter I know, but the next chapter will be longer - and juicier. You’ll be joined by the first member next chapter, so be sure to vote to decide who that’ll be.

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you who led me through that maze, you are my light

crossposted on ao3

genre: fluff, slowish burn, romance pairing: ot7 x reader summary: ❝ this rain, too, is coming to an end i won’t let go of your hand anymore i wish that you would love me ❞ 

(or the one in which bighit holds a raffle for army to spend 4 months with bts in a remote lakehouse, and you win) 

chapter 1: such stuff as dreams are made

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You too ( ´•̥ ᴗ •̥` )

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masterlist

BTS

fanfiction:

you who lead me through that maze, you are my light

Kim Namjoon  | RM

drabble:

you are the constellation of my heart (you are my home)

Kim Seokjin  | Jin

drabble:

and the stars aligned (a strange meeting in the grocery store)

Min Yoongi  | Suga

drabble:

would the stars go out? (please don’t go)

Jung Hoseok  | J-Hope

Coming Soon

Park Jimin  | Jimin

Coming Soon

Kim Taehyung  | V

Coming Soon

Jeon Jungkook  | Jungkook

Coming Soon

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[ k.nj ] you are the constellation of my heart (you are my home)

crossposted on ao3 genre: fluff, established relationship, domestic fluff pairing: namjoon x reader word count: 711 warnings: swearing

You drummed your fingers against the counter as you waited for the water to finish boiling. The moment the kettle clicked you poured the water over the coffee grounds and gave it a quick stir.

“Hey, Siri,” you called as you rinsed the wooden chopstick off in the sink. Your phone, sitting on the kitchen table, lit up and chimed. “Set a four-minute timer.”

“Okay, four minutes and counting.”

You yawned and leaned back against the island. It was too early for you to be up, but you wanted to surprise Namjoon with coffee in bed. He’d come in late last night.

He was still asleep when you'd gotten out of bed, curled under the covers with a peaceful expression – even with how the early morning sunshine spilled across his face. He hadn’t stirred, even when you ran your fingers through his hair and pressed a kiss to his forehead.

You weren't surprised he was exhausted. He always gave 110%. Part of being the leader of BTS, you guessed. He was always pushing himself to be the best he could be. He didn't want to let down the other members or ARMY.

The alarm blared, and you jumped nearly three feet in the air. "Shit, shit, shit," you hissed through your teeth as you dashed over to turn it off. You jogged back over to the island and pressed the plunger on the French press down.

You paused to stretch, raising your arms above your head and swaying from side-to-side; you relished the feeling of your body waking up after a long sleep, the muscles loosening and warming. You, then, two matching mugs that Namjoon had bought as a present when they'd had a concert in Paris and doctored them both. A heaping spoonful of honey for Namjoon, and two spoonfuls of sugar and a splash of milk for you.

For some reason, which was utterly beyond you, he liked his coffee black.

You tested yours. Almost scalded your tongue, but it was perfect. You set it down and washed your spoon off, propping it on the side of the sink to dry. You turned back and picked his mug up.

“Morning, baby.”

You startled. The coffee sloshed but, thankfully, didn't spill; you breathed a sigh of relief. “You scared me!” you said, turning and whacking his shoulder.

He laughed and caught your hand in his; he pressed a kiss to your knuckles, then another to your cheek. “Sorry,” he said, but he didn’t sound sorry in the slightest. His voice still rasped with sleep. “You seemed like you were deep in thought.”

You gave him a flat look. “You should still be in bed.”

His lips twitched. “I couldn’t sleep.”

You snorted. Bullshit. “Uh-huh, sure,” you drawled. “Whatever you say.”

He seemed as though he was going to say something, but he became sidetracked when he glanced down and his eyes landed on the mug you were still clutching. “Did you make coffee?”

“Yeah." You handed it to him. “I was going to surprise you with coffee in bed.”

He looked touched as he cradled the mug in his hands. Steam curled upwards. “Aw, thank you, baby.”

You smiled and picked up your mug before kissing his cheek as you passed him. “Of course, love.” You sank into a seat at the island and wrapped your hands around your mug.

He took a sip of his coffee and hummed, giving me a dimpled smile. “It’s perfect.” He walked over and wrapped his arms around your waist, propping his chin on your shoulder. “I missed you.”

You leaned back into him, relaxing into his embrace, eyes fluttering shut as you basked in his warmth. “I missed you, too,” you said. “I’m happy you’re home.”

“Happy to be home.”

He slid into the seat next to yours and intertwined your fingers. You simply sat together, in silence, just enjoying your coffee and each other’s company.

You took a sip and glanced down at your mug, at the coffee still spiraling silver steam. Its color, lit by the sun streaming through the windows, reminded you of butterscotch. You smiled, heart warm. Slow mornings like these were your favorite. These were the moments that made everything worth it.

Namjoon truly was your home.

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You got the best of me, so please don't leave me

“Best of Me”, BTS