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We Don't Talk Anymore

Pairing: Taekook Genre: Slight angst Synopsis: Jungkook fucks up. A/N: Yup. Jeon Jungkook’s fricking cover yes.

It’s the 30th and Taehyung is waiting in a twenty-four hour cafe at three in the morning.

It’s his twenty-first birthday and he wants to spend it with his one and only Jeon Jungkook.

Though it’s been two hours since Gayo Daejun ended and he and his band were allowed to go home immediately. The early dawn plan they made a few months ago was in full swing. Drinking caffeinated drinks, eating saccharine pastries, and spending time together until morning in the quaint cafe they found tucked in the inner corners of Garuso-gil was the dream celebration Taehyung wanted.

But Jungkook, seems to be two hours late and counting. Taehyung’s patience thins out but somehow reinforces itself whenever he sees his lockscreen– a picture of him and Jungkook, as he checks the time.

The hot caramel latte that was ordered for Jungkook hours ago now sits cold and long forgotten.

And so he waits. It’s four, dead dark, and he’s bundled up in a sweater and a thick coat on top of that. He decides that it was best to go home and find out for himself why Jungkook wasn’t answering his calls and texts, as well as find out why Jungkook seemingly forgot the important affair. – Taehyung arrives at the dorm at five. The dorm is so quiet that the sound of him dropping his fur coat on the wooden floor reverberates through the room with a loud thud. Taehyung, not wanting to wake up any of the other members, sits on the couch and opts to sleep there.

Taehyung is sleepless. He can’t determine if it was due to the Americano or Jungkook. The first rays of sunlight start to creep in through the blinds, and his melatonin-induced tiredness finally takes over him.

– “Taehyung! Happy Birthday! Where’s Jungkook?” Jin says out loud, waking Taehyung up from his light slumber.

“I,” Taehyung sits up and rubs the grogginess out of his tired eyes. He checks the time on his phone; 11:24 and doesn’t fail to see the lock screen that used to make his heart flutter that now makes his shoulders drop with disappointment.

“Don’t know.” He says as he stands up slowly to join Seokjin in the kitchen.

“Didn’t you go on a date? This is all you’ve been talking about all these months. What happened?” Jin asks as he puts two slices of bread into the toaster.

Taehyung is silent as he twiddles with his thumbs and doesn’t meet Seokjin’s worried gaze. The older man takes the hint and stays quiet, careful not to press on.

They later found out that Jungkook is half-dead, passed out drunk, at the GOT7 dorm under the supervision of the leader, Jaebum, as his best friend, Yugyeom, lay down next to him in an equally knocked-out state.

Yoongi and Namjoon are furious, Jimin and Hoseok are sad, Seokjin is disappointed, and Taehyung, well Taehyung’s just confused. The many emotions engulf the BTS dorm in a thick cloud of tension and silence.

Taehyung doesn’t know how to confront Jungkook this time around. – It’s ironic. They’re currently sitting down in the same table where Jungkook stood Taehyung up in. The same drinks are served to them, this time with the actual presence of Jungkook.

“Why?” Taehyung asks with a hoarseness to his voice. His hands are shaking with anticipation and fear of what would happen.

“I’m sorry. It’s just that it’s the first time that I went out with actual friends to drink with. For the first time in my life, Yugyeom isn’t the only one willing to share a shot or two with me.” Jungkook says before drinking his still-hot latte.

“So, you decide to blow your own boyfriend off.” Taehyung raises one eyebrow and stares intently at Jungkook. “You decided to stand your own boyfriend up, on his birthday, for a shot or two with people you just met?”

“You wouldn’t understand! You’re always surrounded with wonderful friends of yours! Bogum hyung, Minjae hyung, Sungjae hyung, your Hwarang co-stars, heck everyone wants a piece of Kim Taehyung! You were always the popular kid. You always have friends so why can’t I have mine?” Jungkook angrily spits at the older man.

Taehyung sits there, eyes wide and unblinking before closing them and inhaling. “But of all those people, I chose you to spend my birthday with. Because you’re the one I love and the one that I want to spend time with on such a special occasion.”

He opens his eyes to Jungkook who looked ready to interject. And interject, he did.

“But Yugyeom–”

“Yugyeom this! Yugyeom that! You stood your own boyfriend up on his birthday and it will never change a thing whether it’s about Yugyeom or not!” Taehyung hisses. He abruptly stands up, ready to leave.

“Hyung.” Jungkook grabs onto Taehyung’s hand with a pleading tone. It falls on dead ears as Taehyung forcibly takes his hand away from the firm grip and leaves without another word.

Jungkook is alone at the cafe now. He cards a hand through his hair, unknowing of what will happen next. He’s grateful that their fight didn’t draw too much attention as they were the only ones at the cafe. But still, he’s at a loss for what he’s going to do next.

– “Hyung, what do you do when you’re desperate?” Jungkook asks Yoongi softly. He had been shut out by all the other members all day after they knew about what happened. Yoongi was his last hope on getting advice on what to do.

“Music.” Yoongi replies as he took off his headphones. “Look kid, you fucked up. Accept it. Give Taehyung a bit of time and space to recover. He’s the one who’s worse off after all.”

Jungkook frowns. “So are you implying that I’m fine?”

“You seemed pretty fine the dawn you decided to recklessly abandon your boyfriend and drink with your friends. And on his birthday. So don’t complain about whatever Taehyung’s doing to recuperate because you deserve every single thing that’s happening to you right now.” Yoongi’s voice is stern and monotonous but the words seemed very hostile.

“Isn’t that a bit too harsh?” Jungkook whines.

“The moment you told us that you and Taehyung were dating, we stopped seeing you as a kid. But after this, I’m not so sure. I thought you were capable of commitment, maturity, all that shit that involved in having a serious relationship. And yes, I’m being harsh on you because I know you can take it. And if you can’t, then we thought wrong.” Yoongi stands up to leave. “You’re still a kid.”

Jungkook beats him to the door. “I’m leaving. Don’t worry. This is your studio. I’ll find some place else to think.”

Yoongi nods and returns to his swivel chair to do the perfunctory editing for an upcoming track.

– “Hey.” Taehyung smiles lightly. “Can we talk?”

“Of course! What is it hyung?” Yugyeom lets the older boy into the living room in a heartbeat. “Please, sit down. Would you like anything?”

“No, I’m fine. Thank you.” Taehyung gestures for Yugyeom to sit down next to him and he obeys. “Jungkook and I had a fight. I must admit, I am a bit mad at you for urging him to drink, and on my birthday. It’s fine if it’s other days but it seemed so uncalled for that day. I want to let go of my anger towards you and just say this.”

“Oh shit. I am so sorry hyung. I really am.” Yugyeom looks down with disappointment. “Happy birthday though.” He mutters with a bit of enthusiasm.

“Hey, look at me.” Taehyung places a hand on Yugyeom’s shoulder. “You’re Jungkook’s best friend and I can’t take that away from the both of you. I can’t stay mad at you either since you’re such a good kid. But it really seems like he doesn’t care anymore. He would rather pick everyone else except me. Hell he picked you guys on my own birthday.”

“What? Jungkook goes on and on about the two of you all the time when we’re together! He loves you so much, hyung. It would be devastating to him if he knew that you thought of it like that. He’s just a kid. We’re kids. And on behalf of my best friend, we’re truly sincerely sorry. I don’t want you to break up. Please.” Yugyeom pleads. Taehyung hugs him tightly.

“Yugyeommie, you’re an amazing friend. I’m glad Jungkook has you as his best one.” Taehyung smiles. “I’m going to try to talk to him tonight.”

“Please do. Just before the New Year. I want to see him light up. Please.” Yugyeom happily asks Taehyung. The older boy nods and bids him goodbye before leaving the dorm.

– It’s the night of yet another year end celebration, Taehyung still doesn’t want to talk to Jungkook. He feels so stiff and awkward and he can’t even look the boy in the eye. His anger has dissipated after the conversation he’s had with Yugyeom but some apprehension still remains.

He chooses to stay silent.

The New Year’s Celebration is fun and the fireworks are amazing. The performance is exhilarating but there’s still tension in the group.

The night ends with an awkward silence on the ride home and a sleepless night for Jungkook.

– A few days later, Jungkook seeks help from Yoongi.

“I want to record something.”

“What is it kid? A demo? Do you have something in mind for the new album?” Yoongi asks as he saves the final mp4 file for another demo he just made.

“I want to record a cover.”

Yoongi smirks. “So, you’re trying to be obvious by being subtle and doing a cover?”

“It’s a longshot, I know. But Tae–”

“He’ll love it.” Yoongi cuts him off and shoves Jungkook into the recording booth.

“I’ll just search up an instrumental and we’ll get started on this immediately.” Yoongi then does what he’s supposed to do and in a few minutes, Jungkook’s ready to record.

The first few lines were dismissed by Yoongi. “Jungkook, try to sound a bit more sincere. It sounds like you’re doing this for the heck of it.”

He nods and tries again. This time, it sounds a bit right.

“Jungkook, how do you feel when Taehyung shuts you out?” Yoongi says before they could record another line.

“I don’t know.” Jungkook furrows his eyebrows.

“I can see your frustration.” Yoongi says. “Sing it out.”

Jungkook closes his eyes and the cafe fight flashes in front of him. Every syllable he uttered was laced with passion, frustration, and now he figured what he felt.

It was regret.

– “Was it that bad?” Taehyung stood at the doorframe of Jungkook and Namjoon’s shared bedroom as he looked at the maknae with endearment.

“What’s was that bad, hyung?” Jungkook abruptly sits up from his bed to look Taehyung in the eye. There’s noticeable dark circles rimming the maknae’s eyes and Taehyung feels sorry for being the cause of Jungkook’s insomniac episodes these days.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know how to approach you and it’s come to this. Just like the cover you posted last night. We don’t talk anymore.” Taehyung kneels in front of Jungkook. “I don’t want to lose you either.”

“No hyung, I’m sorry. I’m young, I’m a kid. I don’t know how to handle these situations and I certainly do know better than to choose others over you. You’re the most important thing in my life and I don’t want to fuck this up. I really don’t.” Jungkook holds Taehyung’s hands tightly in his as he fought tears back.

“Well then,” Taehyung kisses Jungkook’s forehead and murmurs against his skin. “Let’s talk again.”

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Blooms

Genre: Angst Synopsis: Love is in the form of a (mis)conception.

You’ve been married to Kim Taehyung for the past five years and counting.

Negative

Of course. Again.

Why would you even hope that it would read positive this time? It hasn’t for the past five years so why bother? It’s hopeless. You and Taehyung couldn’t, and wouldn’t have any children.

It’s actually a mystery of why you haven’t had kids. Both of you weren’t infertile, you didn’t use protection, you were sure that you would’ve gotten pregnant years ago. You wonder if the universe just really hates you.

You toss the goddamned test in the bathroom rubbish bin and straighten yourself out for the day. This wasn’t the time to get depressed, you had bills to pay. – “Are you alright? You look really pale.” Your co-worker, Seulgi, noticed you were quite under the weather today. “You can take time off if you want too.”

“Actually, I will. Will you tell the boss I’m going on a sick leave?” You weakly state as you collect your handbag from your desk.

“Yes, sure. I’ll have Hyuna fill in your shifts. Get well soon okay?”

“You’re a lifesaver Seulgi.” You hug her before you exit the office with a pang of nausea.

You dry-swallow a Tylenol on the elevator on the way to the parking lot to retrieve your car.

It was a short drive home but it was very uncomfortable.

Your phone vibrates in your pocket.

Seulgi said you weren’t feeling fine and texted me that you went home. Are you alright? -Tae

You reply with a short text.

I’m fine.

He replies a few seconds later.

Jungkook wants to check up on you. I’m super busy right now with a high-profile case. I’m really sorry I can’t come home.

You reply with a short thank you and head upstairs to the bedroom and lied down. You eventually fell into a slumber.

You woke up feeling better. It was 1 in the afternoon when you looked at the wall clock.

You remembered that you arrived at your house at 11 so you figured that you had a substantial amount of sleep and decided to change into more comfortable clothes.

You went downstairs and unsurprisingly, Jungkook was there cooking lunch for you.

“Noona! You’re awake.” He smiles and encloses you in a tight hug. “How are you feeling?”

“Hungry.” You grin at him.

“Okay then, go sit down and fill up. You deserve it.”

Jungkook had taken good care of you that day. He was very thoughtful and kept you company. He was very caring towards you, considering that he was Taehyung’s adoptive baby brother. He was the perfect nurse and a good friend.

“You should quit the law firm and become a caregiver instead.” You joked as he eased you into bed.

“Taehyungie hyung will go mad if he loses his best lawyer, noona.”

“Are you saying you’re the best lawyer at the Kim Firm?” You say sarcastically. He laughs it off.

“Next to hyung, yes. I am. And the real best lawyer has to overtime because of his case so he won’t be home.”

You nod. “Okay. Thanks for keeping me company. Are you staying the night?”

“I have to. You’re sick and hyung’s not around. Good night noona.” He smiles before turning off the light.

“Good night Jungkook.” You say weakly before drifting to sleep. – You woke up with a gut-wrenching pain in your abdomen and ran straight to the washroom, kneeling on the floor, and head partway into the toilet.

“Noona?” You hear Jungkook’s distressed voice coming from the hallway. “Noona are you alright?”

“I’m fine Jungkook!” You manage to shout out before throwing up again.

He knocks on the door of the bathroom. “Noona, let me in at least. Are you okay?”

You frown at the contents in the bowl and immediately flush it.

You wash your face and dry it with a towel hanging from nearby and open the door to face Jungkook.

“I’m fine. Maybe I had too much kimchi and my stomach acted up–”

“Noona, when was the last time you and hyung had sex?”

“Jungkook,” you frown at him. “It was recent I must admit but no. I’m not pregnant.”

“Noona, it could be a possibility. You and hyung have been trying all this time and maybe, you know, this time it worked.”

You fell silent, nervous with all the thoughts in your head.

“Noona let me drive you to the hospital please. Even if you aren’t pregnant, at least you could find out why you’ve thrown up. Go wash up okay?” Jungkook said before leaving you alone.

You’re left alone in silence again before tearing up a bit. You pull yourself together at least, for the second day in a row, and got ready. – You enter the examination room to see the doctor, dressed in all white with a smile on his face. It was Kim Seokjin, a family friend and an exemplary physician.

“Good day Mrs. Kim, what seems to be the problem?”

“I’ve just started to throw up this morning.” You say uncomfortably.

“Oh. Okay there’s nothing to be worried about. Have you been sexually active? Perhaps it could be a sign of–”

“I’ve been throwing up flowers.” You interrupt.

His enthusiasm faded. “Oh. You do know about Hanahaki Disease, don’t you?”

“Yes I know. It’s when you throw up flowers until you die. It’s tragic, don’t you think so?”

He just sighs and writes the perfunctory prescription. "I can only prescribe you with some painkillers to lessen the discomfort during vomiting. There is no cure.”

He immediately writes it down. The sound of pen against paper is the only sound in the room. “Unless, you’re willing to undergo surgery.” He says with an interrogative tone.

You smile weakly and shake your head. Hanahaki disease surgery takes out the disease itself but with a price. It takes out your capability to feel anything, including love.

“Y/N,” he sighs and holds one of your hands. “I’m sorry to say this but as your friend, I want you to consider the surgery.”

“I’ll keep it in mind.” You bite your lower lip in nervousness. “Thank you Seokjin.”

You exit the room to face Jungkook in the corridor.

“So noona, what did he say?” “It was just indigestion. Don’t worry about me baby boy, I’ll be fine.” You grin at him and ruffle his hair. “I’m so sorry noona. Also, I’m super sorry because I already told Tae-hyung about this. I better go text him then.” He fishes out his phone from his back pocket and tells Taehyung the news. “No hyung, she isn’t pregnant.” He cards a hand through his hair, frustrated with himself. You’re silent through the whole car ride home. Jungkook doesn’t bother you. – Jungkook drops you off at your house. He said that he had to go back to the office to take care of some minor cases. You thank him and send him off with a hug and a good-luck. It’s never going to be the same after this. You enter the silent house after taking of your shoes at the foyer and sit at the large, plush couch on the living room. You doze off once again and sleep until noon.

“Y/N! Open up!” You wake up to a shouting man outside the door. You trudge your way to the said location and forgot to brace yourself for impact. The next thing you know, Jimin is hugging the living daylights out of you. And at the corner of your eye, his husband Yoongi is smiling at the two of you. Jimin releases you from the tight hug and grins widely.

“What are you guys doing here?”

“Jungkookie texted me that you were sick and in need of someone to take care of you so we immediately drove all the way here from Incheon.” Jimin says while taking off his shoes. “He also told me to tell you that Taehyung still has a lot to work to do for a case. He isn’t coming home for the rest of the week.”

“Okay.” Is all that you could reply. Yoongi prepares lunch for the three of you and you all eat at the dining table.

“So, you’re sick? What happened?” Yoongi asks before staking in a mouthful of porridge for himself.

“Just, you know, indigestion, possibly fatigue. I’ve already told Seulgi I was going on a sick leave for the rest of the week. How about you guys? Don’t you have work or something?” You take a gulp of water before resuming to eat.

Jimin chuckles. “Y/N, we work from home. And we have stocks. Yoongi and I have nothing to worry about this week except for you. We’re gonna nurse you back to health in no time.”

You reach out to grab both Yoongi and Jimin’s hands. “Thank you so much. You guys are the best.”

They enclose you in a hug, unknowing of the gravity of the situation. – You wake up with the same sharp pain in your abdomen the next morning. You immediately run to the washroom and threw up into the toilet bowl.

You wanted to cry at this point. It was much more painful that yesterday’s. The flowers hurt more than the conventional stomach acid and food bits, which actually surprised you. And compared to actual vomit, this smelled really good but felt a million times worse at the least.

You tap your hand repeatedly at the tiled floor, thinking that if a higher being saw you, it would make this stop. It was excruciating.

“Y/N!” You hear Jimin’s muffled scream outside of the washroom. You were alerted, did you lock the door?

You hear the slam of the door seconds later which answered the question.

You didn’t.

Jimin and Yoongi’s eyes widen at the sight. The toilet bowl was chock full of flowers and leaves and stems. Jimin notices you, still vomiting continuously and he pats your back, trying to soothe you even for just a little bit. Yoongi immediately runs to the kitchen to get you a glass of water, your meds, and a towel. He returns to you still puking the bizzare material into the porcelain.

You finally stop after a good two minutes. The longest two minutes of your life and you cry in pain as Jimin held you tight. Yoongi fixes your hair while you bawled on the bathroom floor and offers you the glass of water and the tablet on his palm. You don’t hesitate and immediately gulp down on the water for some sort of relief and you swallow the pill after consuming half of the glass, and of course, finish the remaining.

You compose yourself shortly afterwards and try to stand up from the bathroom floor. Jimin and Yoongi follow you into the bedroom as you sat down at the edge of the bed.

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Jimin had tears in his eyes at this point and Yoongi looked so hurt. “We’re your best friends and we don’t even know that this is happening. When did this start?”

“Yesterday morning. I’m sorry. I didn’t want to be a burden—“

“And we don’t want our friend to suffer either!” Yoongi suddenly shouts before sitting beside you and putting his hands over his face. You were surprised at his sudden outburst as he was known to be someone who was calm and composed most of the time.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” You pull the both of them in a tight hug.

You stop minutes later and decide that this would be better discussed over breakfast.

Jimin hold your hand as Yoongi prepared breakfast for three. You almosy felt as if the two could actually nurse you back to health.

Almost.

“Y/N, do you think Taehyung is cheating?” Yoongi pops the million-dollar question no one dared to ask you. Hell, you didn’t even dare ask it to yourself.

“I honestly don’t know.” You reply. “It would definitely be a possibility. He doesn’t come home often nowadays.”

“We’re gonna go ask Jungkook about this later. Will you be okay if you were alone for a few hours?” Yoongi asks you as he lightly caresses the top of your hand with his thumb.

“Of course. I’ll be fine. I only vomit in the morning so far. It’s like morning sickness I guess.” You chuckle at the irony of the situation.

Yoongi and Jimin don’t laugh.

They leave after lunchtime. You decide to of course, sleep again to pass the time. It’s been at least twelve hours that Taehyung hasn’t spoken to you. You’re disappointed, of course. But it occurs to you that you don’t have the right to demand things from him, including attention. Not when he doesn’t love you anymore. – It was very silent in the car when the Min couple drove to the Kim’s law firm.

Jimin breaks the silence. “How about you? Do you think Taehyung is cheating?”

Yoongi sighs deeply. “I don’t want to believe that he is but, yes. He’s probably cheating.”

“But Tae’s not the cheating type, isn’t he?”

Yoongi clenches his jaw. “My mom thought dad wasn’t the cheating type too but look at what happened.”

“I’m sorry I asked.” Jimin says with melancholy. As cliché as it sounds, he’s hoping for the best but expecting the worst.

Yoongi drives a couple more meters and they reach the Kim firm in record time. Yoongi gets out of the auto first before opening the door for Jimin. He holds Jimin’s hand tightly as they enter the high-rise. – Jimin’s a jittery bundle of nerves as they exit the elevator into the floor where the business legalities of the firm were handled. They immediately request for Jungkook at the reception but they found that he was in a meeting with no other than the devil himself, Mr. Kim Taehyung.

They’ve been told that Mr. Jeon would be there in about fifteen so they thank the receptionist and sit down on the plush couch, still unsure of how they’re going to ask Jungkook if his older brother was indeed an unfaithful bastard that’s caused you so much pain. – “How are you not done with this fucking case then?!” Jungkook shouts, throwing the manila folder onto the desk with brute force.

“I told you, I’ve been busy.” Taehyung utters, boredom laced in his voice.

“You should’ve been busy with this fucking case! Is this half-assed report the reason why you couldn’t come home to your sick wife? So much for being the best lawyer at this firm then!”

“I thought I told you to keep our personal agendas out when we’re in the office?” Taehyung sternly states.

“Me not coming home to Y/N is none of your business.”

“It’s my business hyung! My sister-in-law was half-dead, praying at the porcelain altar yesterday and you don’t even fucking know why!”

“Indigestion. Isn’t it?” Taehyung says with a roll of his eyes. “You can’t be half-dead because of indigestion Jungkook. Stop exaggerating. My wife is a strong woman. She can take that.”

Jungkook bites his tongue and furrows his eyebrows. If only he knew. Bu he was in no position to tell him. “Can’t you at least ask her if she’s fine? She’s al—“

He’s interrupted with the sound of the door opening. Jungkook raises an eyebrow at the intruder. “Excuse me but Ms. Kim what the fuck are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be at my department? It’s two floors down. And not knocking at the office of your fucking boss? How rude.”

“Jungkook stop it.” Taehyung interjects.

“Jennie, I’ll text you later.” She nods and carefully closes the door as she leaves. Jungkook fits the pieces together. Jennie, overtime..

“Just tell me the truth hyung. Instead of doing shit for the case, have you been doing her instead?” Jungkook scolds the older man with a hard slap of his hands down on the solid oak table.

Taehyung wryly sneers. “Where is that bullshit coming from? Jungkook, I love her. What if I don’t come home for a few days? What’s the big deal? ” “You’re fucking married! I shouldn’t be giving a shit about her but you haven’t been around either so I have to! Get a grip on yourself Taehyung. You’re a disaster!” Jungkook storms out of the office, slamming the heavy door, startling Taehyung a bit.

Taehyung just rolls his eyes before reaching for his cell. – Jungkook was practically seething as he entered the elevator to go back to his floor. The doors open with a ding and two familiar faces are suddenly in his field of vision. “Jimin, Yoongi, what are you doing here?”

“We came to ask you something. And possibly, talk for quite a while.” Jimin answered.

“Oh, okay then.” Jungkook forced a smile and guided the two to his office.

The Mins had made themselves comfortable in the two seats in front of the cherry desk Jungkook had. The youngest had opted to just stand in between them, so as for them not to feel inferior in any way.

“Oh, how’s Y/N by the way?” Jungkook asked.

“Not good.” Jimin confessed.

“Are you aware that she has Hanahaki? The girl’s fading away as the hour passes. It hurts to see her like that.” Yoongi adds. “We were even reluctant to leave her but we really have to ask you this. Is your brother cheating on her?”

Jungkook inhales sharply. He’d just been confronting Taehyung about it. “I’m not entirely sure, but I think he is. He isn’t doing his job properly despite the fact that he’s allegedly working overtime for two days now.“

Yoongi looks at him sternly. "We’re going to ask him instead since you aren’t sure. It’s better to come from the horse’s mouth.”

“Okay. I’ll come with you.” Jungkook agrees. The three of them walk to the elevator and stay silent until reaching the floor where Taehyung’s office was.

Jimin walks a beeline straight to Taehyung’s office and barge through the door. His eyes widen at the sight.

“What the hell are you doing here Min Jimin?” Taehyung asks.

“Who the fuck is that Kim Taehyung?” Jimin interjects, walking toward them where a female had her legs straddling Taehyung’s thighs while they were seated at the large swivel chair.

Jimin immediately grabs the girl by her hair. “You fucking slut!”

Yoongi, Jungkook, and Taehyung stay still, baffled at Jimin’s blow by blow display of insults sprinkled with a rather colorful variety of curses. Jimin finally stops after ten minutes of straight up reality show material behavior towards the girl.

When Jimin attempts to pounce at her again, Yoongi grabs him by the waist. “She’s not worth it. The damage has been done. Calm down Jimin.”

Jimin snarls at her and she gives her a mean look.

“And Jennie?” Jungkook eyes the girl from head to toe.

She visibly gulps at that. “Yes Mr. Jeon?”

“You’re fucking fired.”

Jungkook’s phone suddenly rings aloud in the midst of the commotion. Your number flashed on his cell screen. He urgently presses the answer button. His ear was filled with sounds of you throwing up. His eyes widen with worry.

“Y/N! Are you okay?”

You don’t respond. – Ten minutes later, you were still throwing up, blood and peonies trailing from the bedroom all the way to the bathroom. You cried as you retched out flower after flower covered in blood. It hurt so bad.

You threw your head back and tried to force it down. Your body was trembling down to your fingertips until you couldn’t hold it in anymore. You heard a few faint noises in the background suddenly. But honestly, you couldn’t care less who it was, if it was a burglar, or whatever. Who would even think about that in such a time.

“Y/N!” You hear Jimin’s voice and suddenly feel a hand stroking your back, easing you just a bit.

A good seven minutes later, it finally stopped. Your eyes were red, your throat hurt like hell, you felt horrible in general. You were still disoriented and dizzy from the retching session which caused you to close your eyes the entire time Jimin and Yoongi (you assumed) were helping you to the bedroom.

You opened your eyes, finding not only Jimin and Yoongi, as well as Jungkook, and surprisingly, Taehyung.

“What are you doing here?” You look at him incredulously.

“Y/N,” He says softly and slowly approaches you. “I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to–”

“Shut up. Please. I don’t want to talk to you. I don’t ever want to see you again. Can you leave me alone? I just want to sleep.”

The three of them agree and step out of the room as you let yourself get consumed by your fatigue.

“Leave. Please.” Jungkook says to Taehyung, venom laced in his voice.

He looks at his younger brother with worried eyes, “But, Y/N–”

“She’s going to be fine. Besides, you’ve already caused this. Just, get out?”

“Is that a request?”

“More like a threat. I don’t fucking care if this is your house.”

Taehyung reluctantly leaves.

– Jungkook, Jimin, and Yoongi stare at you silently while you eat.

“Are you going to ask me something?” You ask them, mouth full of rice.

Jungkook speaks up. “Why is it peonies?”

You smile with melancholy tugging at your features. “It was my wedding boquet.”

“Oh, right. Hanahaki depends on what flower was most important to you. I’m sorry it had to be like this.” Yoongi holds your hand. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine.” You grin at him and continue to eat. “I’m considering the surgery anyways.”

“May I tell Tae-hyung?” Jungkook asks politely. You nod. He had the right to know that you were getting rid of it once and for all.

The house becomes dead silent for another night.

– “I’d have to run some tests first to see if you’re suited for surgery. Also, I’ve decided to let the best Hanahaki surgeon there is around to work on you so you don’t have to worry. I want you to remember that after this, you won’t be capable of feeling any sort of emotion, including love. Pain, emotional and psychological, would be devoid from your system.” Seokjin says with a smile. You bit your lower lip and voice out that you had decided to go through with it.

“And Y/N?”

“Yes Doctor?”

“I’m relieved that you’re doing this.”

You got admitted to the hospital the same day for examination and surgery prep. The hospital has put you in a soft diet with a lot of water. Jimin, Yoongi, and Jungkook stay with you for the rest of the day and leave post-visiting hours.

Your soon-to-be surgeon, Kim Namjoon, decides to pay you a visit.

“How are you doing Y/N?”

“I’m doing great.”

“That’s good to hear.” He grins and checks your vitals posted on a clipboard which was hung at the end of your bed. You take notice of his ring. You remembered that Seokjin and him got married in the Spring. A year after yours and Taehyung’s Autumn wedding.

“Wait, when was the last time you’ve thrown up?” Namjoon says with a worried tone.

“I don’t know, last night I guess?” You reply. “Does it matter?”

“It’s midnight and you haven’t thrown up yet. I haven’t encountered this before. Could it be possible that,” He furrows his eyebrows in deep thought.

“Possible if what?” You look at him inquisitively.

“It stopped?”

– You were on the way to Taehyung’s new flat with a purse in one hand and a heavy overcoat covering your body.

“Sorry, the traffic was sort of horrible. Christmas rush I guess.” You plop down in one of the plush couches as you shake off the snow that had collected on your hat. Taehyung helps you with your coat and offers you some tea, to which you refuse.

“I want to make this quick. Just sign where you need to sign and I’m off. Jungkook already constructed the divorce papers as we had informed you last week.” You take out some papers encased in a Manila envelope and reach for a random pen that was already on the coffee table.

“Y/N, are you sure you want to do this? You know, we can always start over?” Taehyung smiles uncomfortably. You look at him with indifference. Though you must admit, he looks as good as the day you met him.

“Taehyung, you know we can’t. I’m incapable of feeling.”

“Right.” Taehyung grimaced before signing on the lines. “I’m sorry I did this to us.”

“It’s okay. I’m sorry we couldn’t have a child. You would’ve been a great father.” You beam at him in the best way you can.

“You too. You would’ve been a great mom.” Taehyung then refuses to look at you and opts to bow his head down.

“Thanks.” Is the last word you say before you exit the premises.

– It’s been two years after the divorce.

Five months ago, Taehyung had started to throw up flowers.

It hurt like a bitch to feel long-stemmed roses line his respiratory walls and then profusely bleed when he finally gets one out of him. But on most days, the flowers aren’t just one. Sometimes they’re three, other times they’re at the full set of twelve. Yet he refuses to get the surgery.

He started vomiting long-stemmed roses because they were the flowers he gave you on the first date. And the day he started throwing up was the day he realized that you actually didn’t go through with the surgery. He didn’t know your whereabouts and Jimin, Yoongi, and Jungkook also seemed to get erased from his life after the divorce.

He got up from the washroom floor, done with his daily session of throwing up. He hears Hoseok coming through the front door. His new business partner and friend keeps him company now.

“This came in the mail for you.” Hoseok unceremoniously drops an ivory-colored envelope onto the coffee table. “It seems to be very fancy. And it’s scented too. Anyways, I’m gonna go finish up some paperwork for Mr. Bang’s lawsuit.”

Hoseok disappears into his room leaving Taehyung alone.

He picks up the envelope and opens it gently by untying a ribbon.

You are cordially invited to the union of Jeon Jungkook and Y/N..

He drops the envelope with shaky hands and doesn’t read the rest of the invitation. He runs straight to the bathroom again, feeling the familiar sensation of rose petals scratching against his raw trachea.

– The wedding was stunning. White lilies were scattered on every inch of the venue. Jungkook looked handsome as ever in his suit and tie, and you, well you looked just as beautiful as the day Taehyung had lost you.

The ceremony ends with a lot of laugher and cheering from friends and some family. Taehyung smiles at the sight of the two of you happy.

Taehyung finally decides to approach you post-ceremony.

Jungkook hugs him tightly and he offers you a boxy grin.

“Congratulations.” He says with a hoarse voice.

“Whoah Tae-hyung. Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” He clears his throat which does nothing to improve his voice. “Just a really bad sore throat. Congrats to the two of you anyway! Why tie the knot at this point in time if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Oh, Tae-hyung,” Jungkook grins from ear to ear. “Y/N’s pregnant!”

Taehyung could feel his chest tighten. “That’s great!” He fakes his enthusiasm. He clears his throat again. “Oh I have to go, I have a hearing to attend. Congrats to the new Jeons.”

With that said, Taehyung runs.

Taehyung kneels.

Taehyung spews.

Taehyung bleeds.

And finally, Taehyung stops.

[matcha-scenes]

Blooms

Genre: Angst Synopsis: Love is in the form of a (mis)conception. You've been married to Kim Taehyung for the past five years and counting. Negative Of course. Again. Why would you even hope that it would read positive this time? It hasn't for the past five years so why bother? It's hopeless. You and Taehyung couldn't, and wouldn't have any children. It's actually a mystery of why you haven't had kids. Both of you weren't infertile, you didn't use protection, you were sure that you would've gotten pregnant years ago. You wonder if the universe just really hates you. You toss the goddamned test in the bathroom rubbish bin and straighten yourself out for the day. This wasn't the time to get depressed, you had bills to pay. -- "Are you alright? You look really pale." Your co-worker, Seulgi, noticed you were quite under the weather today. "You can take time off if you want too." "Actually, I will. Will you tell the boss I'm going on a sick leave?" You weakly state as you collect your handbag from your desk. "Yes, sure. I'll have Hyuna fill in your shifts. Get well soon okay?" "You're a lifesaver Seulgi." You hug her before you exit the office with a pang of nausea. You dry-swallow a Tylenol on the elevator on the way to the parking lot to retrieve your car. It was a short drive home but it was very uncomfortable. Your phone vibrates in your pocket. Seulgi said you weren't feeling fine and texted me that you went home. Are you alright? -Tae You reply with a short text. I'm fine. He replies a few seconds later. Jungkook wants to check up on you. I'm super busy right now with a high-profile case. I'm really sorry I can't come home. You reply with a short thank you and head upstairs to the bedroom and lied down. You eventually fell into a slumber. You woke up feeling better. It was 1 in the afternoon when you looked at the wall clock. You remembered that you arrived at your house at 11 so you figured that you had a substantial amount of sleep and decided to change into more comfortable clothes. You went downstairs and unsurprisingly, Jungkook was there cooking lunch for you. "Noona! You're awake." He smiles and encloses you in a tight hug. "How are you feeling?" "Hungry." You grin at him. "Okay then, go sit down and fill up. You deserve it." Jungkook had taken good care of you that day. He was very thoughtful and kept you company. He was very caring towards you, considering that he was Taehyung's adoptive baby brother. He was the perfect nurse and a good friend. "You should quit the law firm and become a caregiver instead." You joked as he eased you into bed. "Taehyungie hyung will go mad if he loses his best lawyer, noona." "Are you saying you're the best lawyer at the Kim Firm?" You say sarcastically. He laughs it off. "Next to hyung, yes. I am. And the real best lawyer has to overtime because of his case so he won't be home." You nod. "Okay. Thanks for keeping me company. Are you staying the night?" "I have to. You're sick and hyung's not around. Good night noona." He smiles before turning off the light. "Good night Jungkook." You say weakly before drifting to sleep. -- You woke up with a gut-wrenching pain in your abdomen and ran straight to the washroom, kneeling on the floor, and head partway into the toilet. "Noona?" You hear Jungkook's distressed voice coming from the hallway. "Noona are you alright?" "I'm fine Jungkook!" You manage to shout out before throwing up again. He knocks on the door of the bathroom. "Noona, let me in at least. Are you okay?" You frown at the contents in the bowl and immediately flush it. You wash your face and dry it with a towel hanging from nearby and open the door to face Jungkook. "I'm fine. Maybe I had too much kimchi and my stomach acted up--" "Noona, when was the last time you and hyung had sex?" "Jungkook," you frown at him. "It was recent I must admit but no. I'm not pregnant." "Noona, it could be a possibility. You and hyung have been trying all this time and maybe, you know, this time it worked." You fell silent, nervous with all the thoughts in your head. "Noona let me drive you to the hospital please. Even if you aren't pregnant, at least you could find out why you've thrown up. Go wash up okay?" Jungkook said before leaving you alone. You're left alone in silence again before tearing up a bit. You pull yourself together at least, for the second day in a row, and got ready. -- You enter the examination room to see the doctor, dressed in all white with a smile on his face. It was Kim Seokjin, a family friend and an exemplary physician. "Good day Mrs. Kim, what seems to be the problem?" "I've just started to throw up this morning." You say uncomfortably. "Oh. Okay there's nothing to be worried about. Have you been sexually active? Perhaps it could be a sign of--" "I've been throwing up flowers." You interrupt. His enthusiasm faded. "Oh. You do know about Hanahaki Disease, don't you?" "Yes I know. It’s when you throw up flowers until you die. It’s tragic, don’t you think so?” He just sighs and writes the perfunctory prescription. "I can only prescribe you with some painkillers to lessen the discomfort during vomiting. There is no cure." He immediately writes it down. The sound of pen against paper is the only sound in the room. "Unless, you're willing to undergo surgery." He says with an interrogative tone. You smile weakly and shake your head. Hanahaki disease surgery takes out the disease itself but with a price. It takes out your capability to feel anything, including love. “Y/N,” he sighs and holds one of your hands. “I’m sorry to say this but as your friend, I want you to consider the surgery.” “I’ll keep it in mind.” You bite your lower lip in nervousness. “Thank you Seokjin.” You exit the room to face Jungkook in the corridor. "So noona, what did he say?" "It was just indigestion. Don't worry about me baby boy, I'll be fine." You grin at him and ruffle his hair. "I'm so sorry noona. Also, I'm super sorry because I already told Tae-hyung about this. I better go text him then." He fishes out his phone from his back pocket and tells Taehyung the news. “No hyung, she isn’t pregnant.” He cards a hand through his hair, frustrated with himself. You're silent through the whole car ride home. Jungkook doesn't bother you. -- Jungkook drops you off at your house. He said that he had to go back to the office to take care of some minor cases. You thank him and send him off with a hug and a good-luck. It’s never going to be the same after this. You enter the silent house after taking of your shoes at the foyer and sit at the large, plush couch on the living room. You doze off once again and sleep until noon. “Y/N! Open up!” You wake up to a shouting man outside the door. You trudge your way to the said location and forgot to brace yourself for impact. The next thing you know, Jimin is hugging the living daylights out of you. And at the corner of your eye, his husband Yoongi is smiling at the two of you. Jimin releases you from the tight hug and grins widely. “What are you guys doing here?” “Jungkookie texted me that you were sick and in need of someone to take care of you so we immediately drove all the way here from Incheon.” Jimin says while taking off his shoes. “He also told me to tell you that Taehyung still has a lot to work to do for a case. He isn’t coming home for the rest of the week.” “Okay.” Is all that you could reply. Yoongi prepares lunch for the three of you and you all eat at the dining table. “So, you’re sick? What happened?” Yoongi asks before staking in a mouthful of porridge for himself. “Just, you know, indigestion, possibly fatigue. I’ve already told Seulgi I was going on a sick leave for the rest of the week. How about you guys? Don’t you have work or something?” You take a gulp of water before resuming to eat. Jimin chuckles. “Y/N, we work from home. And we have stocks. Yoongi and I have nothing to worry about this week except for you. We’re gonna nurse you back to health in no time.” You reach out to grab both Yoongi and Jimin’s hands. “Thank you so much. You guys are the best.” They enclose you in a hug, unknowing of the gravity of the situation. -- You wake up with the same sharp pain in your abdomen the next morning. You immediately run to the washroom and threw up into the toilet bowl. You wanted to cry at this point. It was much more painful that yesterday’s. The flowers hurt more than the conventional stomach acid and food bits, which actually surprised you. And compared to actual vomit, this smelled really good but felt a million times worse at the least. You tap your hand repeatedly at the tiled floor, thinking that if a higher being saw you, it would make this stop. It was excruciating. “Y/N!” You hear Jimin’s muffled scream outside of the washroom. You were alerted, did you lock the door? You hear the slam of the door seconds later which answered the question. You didn’t. Jimin and Yoongi’s eyes widen at the sight. The toilet bowl was chock full of flowers and leaves and stems. Jimin notices you, still vomiting continuously and he pats your back, trying to soothe you even for just a little bit. Yoongi immediately runs to the kitchen to get you a glass of water, your meds, and a towel. He returns to you still puking the bizzare material into the porcelain. You finally stop after a good two minutes. The longest two minutes of your life and you cry in pain as Jimin held you tight. Yoongi fixes your hair while you bawled on the bathroom floor and offers you the glass of water and the tablet on his palm. You don’t hesitate and immediately gulp down on the water for some sort of relief and you swallow the pill after consuming half of the glass, and of course, finish the remaining. You compose yourself shortly afterwards and try to stand up from the bathroom floor. Jimin and Yoongi follow you into the bedroom as you sat down at the edge of the bed. “Why didn’t you tell us?” Jimin had tears in his eyes at this point and Yoongi looked so hurt. “We’re your best friends and we don’t even know that this is happening. When did this start?” “Yesterday morning. I’m sorry. I didn’t want to be a burden—“ “And we don’t want our friend to suffer either!” Yoongi suddenly shouts before sitting beside you and putting his hands over his face. You were surprised at his sudden outburst as he was known to be someone who was calm and composed most of the time. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” You pull the both of them in a tight hug. You stop minutes later and decide that this would be better discussed over breakfast. Jimin hold your hand as Yoongi prepared breakfast for three. You almosy felt as if the two could actually nurse you back to health. Almost. “Y/N, do you think Taehyung is cheating?” Yoongi pops the million-dollar question no one dared to ask you. Hell, you didn’t even dare ask it to yourself. “I honestly don’t know.” You reply. “It would definitely be a possibility. He doesn’t come home often nowadays.” “We’re gonna go ask Jungkook about this later. Will you be okay if you were alone for a few hours?” Yoongi asks you as he lightly caresses the top of your hand with his thumb. “Of course. I’ll be fine. I only vomit in the morning so far. It’s like morning sickness I guess.” You chuckle at the irony of the situation. Yoongi and Jimin don’t laugh. They leave after lunchtime. You decide to of course, sleep again to pass the time. It’s been at least twelve hours that Taehyung hasn’t spoken to you. You’re disappointed, of course. But it occurs to you that you don’t have the right to demand things from him, including attention. Not when he doesn’t love you anymore. -- It was very silent in the car when the Min couple drove to the Kim’s law firm. Jimin breaks the silence. “How about you? Do you think Taehyung is cheating?” Yoongi sighs deeply. “I don’t want to believe that he is but, yes. He’s probably cheating.” “But Tae’s not the cheating type, isn’t he?” Yoongi clenches his jaw. “My mom thought dad wasn’t the cheating type too but look at what happened.” “I’m sorry I asked.” Jimin says with melancholy. As cliché as it sounds, he’s hoping for the best but expecting the worst. Yoongi drives a couple more meters and they reach the Kim firm in record time. Yoongi gets out of the auto first before opening the door for Jimin. He holds Jimin’s hand tightly as they enter the high-rise. -- Jimin’s a jittery bundle of nerves as they exit the elevator into the floor where the business legalities of the firm were handled. They immediately request for Jungkook at the reception but they found that he was in a meeting with no other than the devil himself, Mr. Kim Taehyung. They’ve been told that Mr. Jeon would be there in about fifteen so they thank the receptionist and sit down on the plush couch, still unsure of how they’re going to ask Jungkook if his older brother was indeed an unfaithful bastard that’s caused you so much pain. -- “How are you not done with this fucking case then?!” Jungkook shouts, throwing the manila folder onto the desk with brute force. “I told you, I’ve been busy.” Taehyung utters, boredom laced in his voice. “You should’ve been busy with this fucking case! Is this half-assed report the reason why you couldn’t come home to your sick wife? So much for being the best lawyer at this firm then!” “I thought I told you to keep our personal agendas out when we’re in the office?” Taehyung sternly states. “Me not coming home to Y/N is none of your business.” “It’s my business hyung! My sister-in-law was half-dead, praying at the porcelain altar yesterday and you don’t even fucking know why!” “Indigestion. Isn’t it?” Taehyung says with a roll of his eyes. “You can’t be half-dead because of indigestion Jungkook. Stop exaggerating. My wife is a strong woman. She can take that.” Jungkook bites his tongue and furrows his eyebrows. If only he knew. Bu he was in no position to tell him. “Can’t you at least ask her if she’s fine? She’s al—“ He’s interrupted with the sound of the door opening. Jungkook raises an eyebrow at the intruder. “Excuse me but Ms. Kim what the fuck are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be at my department? It’s two floors down. And not knocking at the office of your fucking boss? How rude.” “Jungkook stop it.” Taehyung interjects. “Jennie, I’ll text you later.” She nods and carefully closes the door as she leaves. Jungkook fits the pieces together. Jennie, overtime.. “Just tell me the truth hyung. Instead of doing shit for the case, have you been doing her instead?” Jungkook scolds the older man with a hard slap of his hands down on the solid oak table. Taehyung wryly sneers. “Where is that bullshit coming from? Jungkook, I love her. What if I don't come home for a few days? What's the big deal? ” “You’re fucking married! I shouldn’t be giving a shit about her but you haven’t been around either so I have to! Get a grip on yourself Taehyung. You’re a disaster!” Jungkook storms out of the office, slamming the heavy door, startling Taehyung a bit. Taehyung just rolls his eyes before reaching for his cell. -- Jungkook was practically seething as he entered the elevator to go back to his floor. The doors open with a ding and two familiar faces are suddenly in his field of vision. “Jimin, Yoongi, what are you doing here?” “We came to ask you something. And possibly, talk for quite a while.” Jimin answered. “Oh, okay then.” Jungkook forced a smile and guided the two to his office. The Mins had made themselves comfortable in the two seats in front of the cherry desk Jungkook had. The youngest had opted to just stand in between them, so as for them not to feel inferior in any way. “Oh, how’s Y/N by the way?” Jungkook asked. “Not good.” Jimin confessed. “Are you aware that she has Hanahaki? The girl’s fading away as the hour passes. It hurts to see her like that.” Yoongi adds. “We were even reluctant to leave her but we really have to ask you this. Is your brother cheating on her?” Jungkook inhales sharply. He’d just been confronting Taehyung about it. “I’m not entirely sure, but I think he is. He isn’t doing his job properly despite the fact that he’s allegedly working overtime for two days now." Yoongi looks at him sternly. "We're going to ask him instead since you aren't sure. It's better to come from the horse's mouth." "Okay. I'll come with you." Jungkook agrees. The three of them walk to the elevator and stay silent until reaching the floor where Taehyung's office was. Jimin walks a beeline straight to Taehyung's office and barge through the door. His eyes widen at the sight. "What the hell are you doing here Min Jimin?" Taehyung asks. "Who the fuck is that Kim Taehyung?" Jimin interjects, walking toward them where a female had her legs straddling Taehyung's thighs while they were seated at the large swivel chair. Jimin immediately grabs the girl by her hair. "You fucking slut!" Yoongi, Jungkook, and Taehyung stay still, baffled at Jimin's blow by blow display of insults sprinkled with a rather colorful variety of curses. Jimin finally stops after ten minutes of straight up reality show material behavior towards the girl. When Jimin attempts to pounce at her again, Yoongi grabs him by the waist. "She's not worth it. The damage has been done. Calm down Jimin." Jimin snarls at her and she gives her a mean look. "And Jennie?" Jungkook eyes the girl from head to toe. She visibly gulps at that. "Yes Mr. Jeon?" "You're fucking fired." Jungkook's phone suddenly rings aloud in the midst of the commotion. Your number flashed on his cell screen. He urgently presses the answer button. His ear was filled with sounds of you throwing up. His eyes widen with worry. "Y/N! Are you okay?" You don't respond. -- Ten minutes later, you were still throwing up, blood and peonies trailing from the bedroom all the way to the bathroom. You cried as you retched out flower after flower covered in blood. It hurt so bad. You threw your head back and tried to force it down. Your body was trembling down to your fingertips until you couldn't hold it in anymore. You heard a few faint noises in the background suddenly. But honestly, you couldn't care less who it was, if it was a burglar, or whatever. Who would even think about that in such a time. "Y/N!" You hear Jimin's voice and suddenly feel a hand stroking your back, easing you just a bit. A good seven minutes later, it finally stopped. Your eyes were red, your throat hurt like hell, you felt horrible in general. You were still disoriented and dizzy from the retching session which caused you to close your eyes the entire time Jimin and Yoongi (you assumed) were helping you to the bedroom. You opened your eyes, finding not only Jimin and Yoongi, as well as Jungkook, and surprisingly, Taehyung. "What are you doing here?" You look at him incredulously. "Y/N," He says softly and slowly approaches you. "I am so sorry. I didn't mean to--" "Shut up. Please. I don't want to talk to you. I don't ever want to see you again. Can you leave me alone? I just want to sleep." The three of them agree and step out of the room as you let yourself get consumed by your fatigue. "Leave. Please." Jungkook says to Taehyung, venom laced in his voice. He looks at his younger brother with worried eyes, "But, Y/N--" "She's going to be fine. Besides, you've already caused this. Just, get out?" "Is that a request?" "More like a threat. I don't fucking care if this is your house." Taehyung reluctantly leaves. -- Jungkook, Jimin, and Yoongi stare at you silently while you eat. "Are you going to ask me something?" You ask them, mouth full of rice. Jungkook speaks up. "Why is it peonies?" You smile with melancholy tugging at your features. "It was my wedding boquet." "Oh, right. Hanahaki depends on what flower was most important to you. I'm sorry it had to be like this." Yoongi holds your hand. "I'm sorry." "It's fine." You grin at him and continue to eat. "I'm considering the surgery anyways." "May I tell Tae-hyung?" Jungkook asks politely. You nod. He had the right to know that you were getting rid of it once and for all. The house becomes dead silent for another night. -- "I'd have to run some tests first to see if you're suited for surgery. Also, I've decided to let the best Hanahaki surgeon there is around to work on you so you don't have to worry. I want you to remember that after this, you won't be capable of feeling any sort of emotion, including love. Pain, emotional and psychological, would be devoid from your system." Seokjin says with a smile. You bit your lower lip and voice out that you had decided to go through with it. "And Y/N?" "Yes Doctor?" "I'm relieved that you're doing this." You got admitted to the hospital the same day for examination and surgery prep. The hospital has put you in a soft diet with a lot of water. Jimin, Yoongi, and Jungkook stay with you for the rest of the day and leave post-visiting hours. Your soon-to-be surgeon, Kim Namjoon, decides to pay you a visit. "How are you doing Y/N?" "I'm doing great." "That's good to hear." He grins and checks your vitals posted on a clipboard which was hung at the end of your bed. You take notice of his ring. You remembered that Seokjin and him got married in the Spring. A year after yours and Taehyung's Autumn wedding. "Wait, when was the last time you've thrown up?" Namjoon says with a worried tone. "I don't know, last night I guess?" You reply. "Does it matter?" "It's midnight and you haven't thrown up yet. I haven't encountered this before. Could it be possible that," He furrows his eyebrows in deep thought. "Possible if what?" You look at him inquisitively. "It stopped?" -- You were on the way to Taehyung's new flat with a purse in one hand and a heavy overcoat covering your body. "Sorry, the traffic was sort of horrible. Christmas rush I guess." You plop down in one of the plush couches as you shake off the snow that had collected on your hat. Taehyung helps you with your coat and offers you some tea, to which you refuse. "I want to make this quick. Just sign where you need to sign and I'm off. Jungkook already constructed the divorce papers as we had informed you last week." You take out some papers encased in a Manila envelope and reach for a random pen that was already on the coffee table. "Y/N, are you sure you want to do this? You know, we can always start over?" Taehyung smiles uncomfortably. You look at him with indifference. Though you must admit, he looks as good as the day you met him. "Taehyung, you know we can't. I'm incapable of feeling." "Right." Taehyung grimaced before signing on the lines. "I'm sorry I did this to us." "It's okay. I'm sorry we couldn't have a child. You would've been a great father." You beam at him in the best way you can. "You too. You would've been a great mom." Taehyung then refuses to look at you and opts to bow his head down. "Thanks." Is the last word you say before you exit the premises. -- It's been two years after the divorce. Five months ago, Taehyung had started to throw up flowers. It hurt like a bitch to feel long-stemmed roses line his respiratory walls and then profusely bleed when he finally gets one out of him. But on most days, the flowers aren't just one. Sometimes they're three, other times they're at the full set of twelve. Yet he refuses to get the surgery. He started vomiting long-stemmed roses because they were the flowers he gave you on the first date. And the day he started throwing up was the day he realized that you actually didn't go through with the surgery. He didn't know your whereabouts and Jimin, Yoongi, and Jungkook also seemed to get erased from his life after the divorce. He got up from the washroom floor, done with his daily session of throwing up. He hears Hoseok coming through the front door. His new business partner and friend keeps him company now. "This came in the mail for you." Hoseok unceremoniously drops an ivory-colored envelope onto the coffee table. "It seems to be very fancy. And it's scented too. Anyways, I'm gonna go finish up some paperwork for Mr. Bang's lawsuit." Hoseok disappears into his room leaving Taehyung alone. He picks up the envelope and opens it gently by untying a ribbon. You are cordially invited to the union of Jeon Jungkook and Y/N.. He drops the envelope with shaky hands and doesn't read the rest of the invitation. He runs straight to the bathroom again, feeling the familiar sensation of rose petals scratching against his raw trachea. -- The wedding was stunning. White lilies were scattered on every inch of the venue. Jungkook looked handsome as ever in his suit and tie, and you, well you looked just as beautiful as the day Taehyung had lost you. The ceremony ends with a lot of laugher and cheering from friends and some family. Taehyung smiles at the sight of the two of you happy. Taehyung finally decides to approach you post-ceremony. Jungkook hugs him tightly and he offers you a boxy grin. "Congratulations." He says with a hoarse voice. "Whoah Tae-hyung. Are you okay?" "Yeah." He clears his throat which does nothing to improve his voice. "Just a really bad sore throat. Congrats to the two of you anyway! Why tie the knot at this point in time if you don't mind me asking?" "Oh, Tae-hyung," Jungkook grins from ear to ear. "Y/N's pregnant!" Taehyung could feel his chest tighten. "That's great!" He fakes his enthusiasm. He clears his throat again. "Oh I have to go, I have a hearing to attend. Congrats to the new Jeons." With that said, Taehyung runs. Taehyung kneels. Taehyung spews. Taehyung bleeds. And finally, Taehyung stops.

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where a superhero has to deal with a supervillain who thinks they’re their best friend

“we’re enemies - last week you tried to rob a bank”

“i got us a groupon for that new thai restaurant”

“you stole it!”

“it’s really the savings that are the crime”

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Reading Playlist for Of Immortality (?)

I highly recommend these tracks (and in chronological order)

1.  Spotless Mind - Jhene Aiko

2. Telegraph Avenue - Childish Gambino

3. Eternal Sunshine - Jhene Aiko

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Of Immortality ft. Taehyung

Genre: angst, fluff ,Vampire!AU

Word count: 4,271

Summary: Taehyung has been a vampire for so long and you’ve been human for so short.

You met Taehyung five years ago in a Creative Writing class. You were assigned to work on a paper that lasted for the whole academic year. He was very nice and sweet, not to mention smart as well. It’s like he had read Dante’s Inferno for around a thousand times.

You later found out that he actually did, with no exaggeration.

Long story short, you’ve grown to love Taehyung and he surprisingly reciprocated. Four years ago, you confessed your feelings and he had confessed that he was not the typical bubbly twenty year old you thought of him to be.

“So that’s why you could pull off all those all-nighters!” You excitedly replied to a somber Taehyung after he said he wasn’t human. It was too casual of an answer.

He was genuinely surprised. “You mean, you aren’t scared?”

“You’re my best friend. You can’t hurt me even if you wanted to. If you did, you would’ve done it a long time ago but here we are, talking about this. Say, what year are you born in?” You cheerfully asked.

He scratches the back of his neck. “I’d rather not say.”

“It’s okay. It’s just a number. But just for the record I like you, it’s okay if you don’t like me as well. Uhm I–”

He suddenly pulled you by the wrist and pressed his lips against yours.

–

Today marked your fourth anniversary as a couple. He agreed to live with you some time ago and it was the best decision the two of you had ever made.

Living with Taehyung was unorthodox but very nice. But you never pictured having two fridges in your home. One fridge for your food, and his fridge for multiple bags of blood he buys in bulk from the local hospital.

While you ate your TV dinners on the couch, Taehyung was sipping on a blood bag like it was a Capri Sun juice box.

While you slept, he just watched you. And whenever you woke up, you’d see his smile first thing in the morning.

You didn’t know what to get Taehyung for your anniversary since he didn’t really like gifts nor couldn’t you afford something that you thought he would like. You’ve gotten him a bag of your blood for two years in a row now, a yearly treat he didn’t ask for but was much appreciated. He said your blood tasted nothing like those he bought from the hospital. He described that it tasted like liquefied rosewater Turkish delights with a hint of tangerines, which you thought was rather weird. But it made him happy so it made you happy as well.

Taehyung had gotten you this apartment for your first anniversary and a car for the second. A grand series of vacations on the third.

It was greatly appreciated by you of course.

You tried refusing at first but got a reply of “Money is no object. I’ve been living for how many centuries now and it’s never been an issue. And it will never be an issue.”

You don’t know exactly what he does to get a ridiculous amount of cash to afford living expenses but he had said that would be a story for some other time. You had your suspicions he was a drug dealer or a leader of the Korean Mafia link, maybe some other bad ass occupation that required his vampire abilities.

You finally decide to give him bag of your own blood for the third year in a row.

–

“Tae, you shouldn’t have.” You said with your mouth agape.

He had surprised you by taking you to the fanciest restaurant in Seoul and renting out the whole place. The both of you walked into the lavish venue.

“Trust me on this. The food’s really good. Well, I don’t eat it but Sana eats here regularly so it has to be good.” He smiles that rectangular smile again. It was actually hard to believe he wasn’t human when he certainly acts and looks like one.

You then thought of your friend Sana. She was stinkin’ rich and she almost always chooses to eat here so it really must be good.

“Sana suggested the place right? So sure. I’d trust you on this.” You grinned and let him pull your seat out for you.

The waiter came along and introduced the menu. “Miss Y/N, you will have the full eight course dinner comprised of the best food you’ll ever have in your entire life. And you Mister Kim, would you like anything?”

“I’m sorry to ask this Jimin but does a three-Michelin star restaurant like this have a straw in the establishment?” You chuckled a bit.

“I’ll try to ask sir. Your food will be out shortly Miss Y/N.”

“Thanks Jimin.” You smile at him.

“So is Jimin one of your friends?” You ask him while running your fingertips over the tablecloth.

“Yep. He’s the son of a business partner. He also knows my secret.”

“Wait, where do you work anyways? Where do you go when I’m working the eight hour shift at the office?”

“I may or may not have been running the Kim Group of Companies.” He bites his lip nervously and looks around the restaurant, avoiding eye contact.

“Why didn’t I see this coming.” You rolled your eyes at him. “That’s why you gave me a fucking R8 for our anniversary! I thought you were leader of the Mafia or something!”

“Well,” Taehyung contemplated if he was going to tell you that he was actually part of the Mafia a few years back but that would be too many surprises for one night. He opted to apologize

“Sorry it took so long for me to spill, it’s not that I don’t trust you, it’s just that–”

“I know, I know. You wouldn’t know how I would react. Listen Tae, I’ve been dating you for three years now and you’ve seen all of me–”

“I’ve seen all of you alright.” He bites his lip seductively this time and eyes your cleavage that was showing thanks to the low cut of the dress. You cross your arms over your chest to cover your boobs.

“That’s not the point Tae. The point is, I love you no matter what.” You reach for his hand and hold it across the table.

Jimin arrives with a tray in one hand. “Here’s your entree, and Mr. Kim here is your straw.”

He hands Taehyung the piece of plastic. “Dad was going crazy in the back asking where the fuck could he find a straw in this restaurant. Luckily, he found one in a random storage drawer.”

“Thanks Jimin. You’re the best. Tell your dad I’d pay an extra hundred for the labor I caused.” He says as the young waiter tended to you.

“Enjoy your meal.” He exits and leaves the two of you.

The salmon looked good and you immediately tucked in. Taehyung, across you, got the blood bag out of his pocket and poked the top with a straw.

“Thank you for this. I really appreciate it.” He said with a smile but with a hint of worry as he eyed the junction of your arm that had a band aid on it.

“Tae, it’s only a bag of blood. And it’s for you so shut up and let me eat and I’ll let you feed. Okay?”

He nodded, sipping on the red liquid and savoring it.

Soon, the two of you were done with your meals.

Jimin took a photograph of the two of you with Tae’s phone while the two of you were at the dinner table. The night ended with the both of you utterly satisfied with your respective anniversary dinners.

–

You had changed into a nightshirt which was actually Taehyung’s sweatshirt and no pants because you wanted to be comfortable. He opted for a white tank top and sweatpants. He sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for you to wash up.

You got out of the washroom and sat at the edge of the bed with him.

“Are you sure you want to be with me?” Taehyung suddenly asked with a hushed voice.

“I’m already with you.” You grab hold of his hand and kiss it.

“I mean, would you be with me for the rest of your life? Until you die?” His voice was shaky, filled with worry.

You sighed. “Yes. Even when I grow old. I should be asking you that. I’m the only one aging here. I’d probably look like a walking raisin fifty years from now and I’d still love you. And fifty years from now, you’d still look perpetually twenty. Are you willing to stay with someone who grows old?”

He stayed silent. You were the one worrying now. Maybe he didn’t like that. Maybe he wanted someone who’s perpetually twenty like him.

“I love you.” He said as he turned to look at you. “The first time I had laid my eyes on you. The first time you had spoken to me. And I will love you. The moment you will close your eyes permanently as I hold your beautiful hand, maybe filled with wrinkles, but age will not affect how beautiful you are. I love you. And I will for a thousand lifetimes.”

You kissed him as his tears flowed from his amber colored eyes. You retracted and kissed him on the forehead.

“I love you too. I’m going to sleep.” You smiled at him and lay down, letting your drowsiness take over.

“I love you too. So, so much.” He murmurs as holds you tight against his body as you slept soundly.

–

The next day, you wake up to an empty bed, a rare occasion.

A post-it was stuck on the pillow beside you.

Told your boss you were sick. Enjoy your day off! I love you so much. Help yourself to whatever Sana brought for you this morning. I had an emergency meeting. I love you so much.’

You grinned while reading the note and stood up, heading towards the kitchen. Taehyung was right. Sana had brought you a lot of stuff, as the food junkie she is, she left a number of containers filled with the highest quality takeout. You opt for the congee she probably bought at a specialty shop in Chinatown and enjoyed eating it.

You then decide to head to your shared bedroom and tried to clean up. Vacuuming, mopping, and changing the sheets and the curtains. You then organize your things from under the bed.

You suddenly see a rather strange looking, black book. You haven’t seen it before. Maybe it was Taehyung’s? It probably was.

You dragged it out from its confines and look at it with curiosity. It was leather-bound and had an engraving in gold with the initials ‘KTH’. You opened it to see what was inside. It was something you definitely did not expect.

It was an illustration that looked like it was from the Koryo Dynasty. Your suspicions were confirmed when you saw the writing at the bottom of the page.

937, my first lifetime with you. You, my sun, moon and stars. Whose existence lights up my life. And you who returned to reunite where you have to be, to the sky along with the other angels. I couldn’t keep you forever.

You then scrutinized the illustration. You definitely did not expect that. It was a painting of Taehyung and you. He stood at your right side with arms folded while you sat on something with your arms folded as well. Taehyung looked absolutely regal with long hair and a light smile, just like he is right now. The only differences were his hair length and the clothes he wore, other than those, he pretty much looked the same.

Well, the girl didn’t look exactly like you. She was dressed in a large hanbok and looked very regal. She also sported an intricate hairstyle. She smiled widely in the illustration, she didn’t have dimples like you did. Her eyes were also monolidded, unlike yours that were double.

You were seriously freaked out and immediately shut the book. You ran to the kitchen and drank some cold water. Was it real? What the hell did that mean? Taehyung was alive in the time of the Koryo Dynasty?

You send him a text.

Please come home as soon as you can. The food Sana brought was good and I’m eating well. Don’t worry. I love you so much.

You place your phone on the countertop and head to the bedroom with determination. You were going to explore the rest of the damned book.

You opened it to the second page and skipped to the writing at the opposite page.

1398, It was surprising for me to have seen you again. We share our second lifetime. I was so excited. Though, you did not remember anything about our first life together. I was devastated. But we had time to get to know each other once again. You had loved me a second time. And it felt like the best thing in the world. You were mine once again. But you had left me. You were betrothed to a noble. Creatures like me did not deserve you. I had let you go. And soon, you had perished from this earth. I was unable to see your face at the last hours of your existence. I am truly sorry.

You bit your lip, preparing yourself for another surprise in the form of an image.

And yet another illustration that depicted you and Taehyung. The two of you weren’t smiling. His hair was longer in this picture. He had a hunting bow in one hand and his other hand was resting on your shoulder. He stood at your left this time and you were in the same stature as before, seated and arms folded. You had smaller lips this time, eyes still monolidded. No trace of your dimples were found, your hair in a more extravagant updo, and your hanbok grander than the last time.

You turn to the next page and you had pace going on now. Looking at the writing first before the picture.

1910, I have almost lost hope of not ever seeing you again. It was much too long of a wait but finally, found you. As always you didn’t remember but you loved me as much as I love you. I had shared my third lifetime with you. I got a professional photographer to take this shot. Our bliss was cut short when you had been killed by the Japanese a week later after this photograph had been taken. I wasn’t there. You were at the fields, picking vegetables for your lunch that day. I heard loud shots. You were shot by a gun. I could’ve saved you. I was faster than any bullet. But this time, it seemed that I was not. I held your body in my hands as I mourned your death. Fate has taken you away from me yet again. More painful than the last time. I see your face contort into a smile as you looked at me. I held your hand and grasped firmly. You had let go.

I killed an entire troop of Japanese soldiers that night.

I tortured the one who murdered you. But realizing that even that couldn’t bring you back to life, I snapped his neck and drank his blood.

A rather petty revenge to the one who had took the world away from me.

Your eyebrows knit together. You’ve never experienced Tae’s anger firsthand and you hoped never to. You continued.

This time it was a black and white photograph.

The both of you were wearing much simpler hanboks this time. He was smiling and you weren’t. Your hair was parted down the middle and tied. You had a taller nose this time around, your lips were still the same, and eyes with monolids.

He was smiling. His mouth was closed and he had facial hair this time. He also wore a hat or a headress? You couldn’t tell. But you were sure it was Taehyung.

You flipped to the next page with a heavy heart.

1948, I was surprised it didn’t take the universe long. It had pitied me for taking you away from me for so long and returning you for such a brief time only. You had fallen in love with me in an instant, you said. Our fourth lifetime was greatly enjoyed. You would’ve wanted children but I couldn’t give them to you. But you told me it was okay. I had also gained an American friend who gave me a camera. We took a number of pictures. A few months later, you were killed because the South’s forces found out you were from the North.

I fought with the resistance in anger that I once again could not save you.

Korea was divided.

You felt like you were getting a history lesson but a really emotional one. So you then proceed to the opposite page with the pictures.

There were five photos.

The first one showed the both of you wearing simple clothes. He was smiling brightly at the camera. His hair was short.

You smiled slightly. Your dimples were visible this time and your eyes were now double lidded. Your lips were still smaller from your lips now.

The both of you were standing. Your arm was in his as you leaned against him.

The four other photographs showed a house, probably the house owned by you and him, a tree, the fields, and a picture of children playing.

You were trying hard to fight back tears now. You flipped to the next page.

1972-1984, I thought my luck had ran out but I saw you again. I was so happy. You didn’t remember me of course. But you loved me again and I was once again the happiest man on earth. We had spent our fifth lifetime with our adopted son, Taeguk. I remembered you saying that you wanted to have children in one of your past lives. You were thrilled when I brought newborn Taeguk home.

But we weren’t so thrilled when Taeguk’s 12th birthday became your death anniversary. You died in a plane crash. Taeguk died in 1989 due to Malaria. The doctors couldn’t save the both of you.

I couldn’t save the both of you.

Your tears were running down your cheeks at a rapid rate now and you had to wipe your eyes with our shirtsleeve. And every so often blinked back the tears.

This page was filled with colored pictures. One depicted you wearing an office outfit and posing for the camera. Another had you and Taehyung with a lot of other people, all smiles as he carried you in a white dress and him in a tux. Yet another showed him wearing a military uniform and you wearing a floral dress. Another showed him shirtless and you wearing a bathing suit, a nice day at the beach. Another had only showed you and a baby in your arms, whom you assumed to be Taeguk.

You brushed your fingertips over the image and covered your mouth. Your chest filled with delight at the sight of the photo.

The next one was a happy family.

Taeguk didn’t look like you nor did he look like Taehyung but the three of you were smiling at the camera. This version of you looked exactly like yourself except for the hair and clothes. Taehyung as well.

Another picture looked like it was cut from a passport. You weren’t smiling there.

The last picture showed Taehyung and Taeguk kneeling on the floor, sporting black suits and somber smiles. Taeguk was holding a portrait of you.

You were sobbing like crazy at this point and you weren’t sure if you could continue. But you did.

2011, I never thought I wanted to go to school but seeing the university curriculum, it sounded like fun. I was twenty anyway. I got myself into the Journalism program. I was glad. Especially when I saw you for the first time again. You were as beautiful as ever. You had a grey hoodie on and a black skirt. Of course you didn’t remember who I was but my heart beat so fast when you smiled at me when you noticed I was looking at you and only you. I wasn’t sure if I was going to spend a sixth lifetime with you. I started thinking I was out of luck. We then got assigned to be partners for a paper. And I was content that we had become friends.

This page was filled with photos of you, candid shots. Some in class, at the university Foundation proper, at a formal dinner party, you even had a shot where you were at a house party with Sana, half drunk and laughing on a sofa.

You smiled at the memories.

You turned to the next page.

2012, You confessed to me. I was thrilled. But I wasn’t sure if you were going to accept me, as inhuman as I am as you had the past few lifetimes since this was definitely a new age. When you did, I kissed you. We started dating as it is customary in this era.

This page was filled with you and Taehyung.

Pictures at Lotte World,

at the Cherry Blossom Festival in Yeouido,

at a coffee shop in Gangnam,

Graduation Day,

and many other random photos he got printed.

This was a good page. You turn to the next with a wide smile.

2013, You bought an instant camera and I asked for all of the pictures.

If you ever find this, well, this is where it all went.

You saw familiar photos. Mostly of inanimate objects, Taehyung, and your friends.

You didn’t have a picture in this page.

You knew why. You never took photos of yourself with your own camera.

2014, I bought an instant camera as well.

I found out that this was a good investment.

If you’re reading this then, here are all the pictures. You are beautiful. So goddamn beautiful.

This page was full of you. Some of which you didn’t even know existed.

You laughing, some crying, smiling, angry, stressed.

It was just you, you, and you.

You had turned to the next page excitedly.

2015, I traveled the world with my world.

Yet more photographs.

This page was just the both of you.

The both of you in China,

Japan, Italy, France, Dubai , Malaysia, Macau, Germany, Moscow, Brazil, Los Angeles, New York, Chicago, and in Seoul.

You were contemplating if you still wanted to turn to the next page.

You’ve been crying for a long time now and you just felt so loved by Taehyung.

You flipped to the next page.

2016, The year isn’t done yet but by the time I’m writing this, it’s the night of our fourth anniversary. I’ve never thought we’d have our sixth lifetime together. I never even thought I’d find you again. And it turns out, I always do. And you’d love me as much as I love you. You might not remember your past lives with me but I’m very happy to have spent every single one with you. If this lifetime ends, I promise I will not stop finding you. We will spend more lifetimes together. I love you so much.

There was a plethora of photos, but it didn’t fill up the page. But one photo caught your eye.

It was last night’s picture.

You were smiling wide holding up a fork with the last prawn speared on it. Taehyung was smiling as well, peace sign held out with one hand, empty blood bag in the other.

You shut the book and placed it on top of the bed.

You went to the kitchen and splashed your face with some cold water to sober up from your crying session. You drank some water again and finished the rest of the food Sana had brought.

You checked your phone and found that Taehyung had texted you five minutes ago.

I’ll be there in fifteen. The meeting took longer than expected. I love you.

–

Taehyung arrived exactly fifteen minutes later.

“Honey, I’m home.” He enclosed you in a tight embrace.

And you kissed him passionately with much frustration. It lasted a long time until you had to pull away for air.

“Oh what was that all about?” He smirked, obviously enjoyed by the kiss.

“That was for the past five lifetimes I don’t remember.” You enclosed him in a hug again.

“You know?” He whispered, worried.

“I saw the book.” You said while crying.

“Are you mad?” He asked softly.

“At you? No. Never.” You sighed, clutching him tighter.

“I’m mad at myself for not remembering.”

“Nonesense. As long as you love me. As long as you live. As long as you keep living for me. I will keep looking for you. No matter how many lifetimes, how many months, how many years, after you leave me, I will make sure you will be back in my arms.” He whispered. He kissed your forehead many times. You chuckle.

“I don’t know what to say.” You admit shyly.

“I love you.” He pecked you on the lips.

“I love you too.” And no matter how many times he had heard that in months, years, decades, centuries, and lifetimes, as long he loved you, he was confident that no matter what, you would love him back.

A/N

This is the longest thing I have EVER written in one sitting. I need a nap.

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PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT

I was thinking of rehashing School, Love, and Affairs. The highschool-idol love au isn't really working wonders for me. I will post a new story with probably the same title but it would involve more of Bangtan and be exclusively a highschool au.

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School, Love, and Affairs 1

You get out of the shower to see your school uniform laid out on your bed. You frown a little because it has been ages since you've worn a uniform. Plus, it's a hideous bright yellow as well complete with a constricting neck ribbon and a skimpy skirt. Back at SNU, you never had to wear uniforms so this was definitely something you should get used to. You finished getting ready in under fifteen minutes and head downstairs to eat breakfast. "Excited for your first day, sweetie?" Your father asks you as soon as you sat down at the table. "Yep. I'm pretty nervous too." "Don't worry too much. You're going to make a lot of friends and you're going to do great." He smiles before biting on a piece of toast. You looked down on your bowl of oatmeal topped with fruit and you grinned. Well at least your breakfast is nice. "Sweetie do you want me to drive you to school?" Your father asks as he reaches for his car keys on the coffee table. "No no. I'm fine. I'll just take the bus. Besides, it's too early and I could always drive myself to school." You straightened his tie and smiled. "Have a great day at work today dad!" "I love you sweetie. Have an awesome first day!" He pecks you on the cheek before getting into his car and drives. -- You get on the bus and plug in your earphones listen to some Zion T. to calm you down. The bus reaches your stop and you look at your new school which wasn't far. Here goes nothing. -- You were immediately assisted to the gym by some of the faculty as all the new students were directed to go there. You hold your schedule in one hand and look around for some possible familiar faces. You see a lot of actors and idols whom you've seen a lot at KBS when you went to visit your father and the family business. Wow, this was definitely a lot different from SNU. It's a smaller community with more people from the entertainment industry. You now understand why your father chose this school for you to study in. A girl suddenly decides to talk to you. "Hi! I'm Kei. What year are you in?" "Hi I'm Y/N. Second year." "Oh. I'm in my first year! It's nice to meet you Y/N sunbaenim." She bows. You reciprocate and she smiles a thousand-watt grin. "You can drop the formalities. We're practically friends now." "Whoah, really? That's fast. Can I call you unnie then?" "Of course you can! What school did you come from?" "Sunhwa Arts." "Wow you really came from an arts school. That's impressive." "Ah its not exactly a feat but I'm lucky to be studying here now. How about you unnie? Where did you transfer from?" "Seoul National." "Wait, you came from a SKY* school? Then why did you transfer to an arts school?" "The highschool program there really isn't for me and it's really far from my house." "Oh. I see. Oh wait, I can see my friend, let me introduce her to you wait here unnie." Kei came back several seconds later with a girl just as tall as her. "Unnie, this is Louise. We transfered here together from Sunhwa." "It's very nice to meet you Louise. I'm Y/N. No need to call me sunbae. I'm not very keen on formalities." "Call me Lou. Wow unnie, you're very nice. What school did you transfer from?" "She's really smart. She came from Seoul National! Can you believe it? A SKY school!" Kei excitedly tells her friend. "Oh my gosh! This is an unnie that would be really nice to have around!" Louise jokes. You could already tell that the girls are very noisy but you like that. You find them to be really nice company. Suddenly, the girls' eyes aren't on you anymore. They're looking at this oddly familiar, not to mention really awkward boy who was actually very stunning with a muted red hair color. You don't remember from which group he was from but you know he's an idol. Kei and Lou do seem to know who the boy is though, and so does the rest of the student body. And shit, said boy decides to approach you. "Uhm excuse me, what year are you in?" "Two." "Section 3?" "Yes." "Okay thank you." He takes his place beside you and awkwardly looks around. You looked around as well and Kei and Lou pointed at one of the balconies of the gymnasium and fangirled silently. "Oh my gosh it's actually BTS! Jungkook oppa is going to study here! And look, Suga oppa is taking pictures of him!" Kei says to Lou and she jumps up and down in excitement. That's when it clicks. Bangtan Sonyeondan. You've watched them perform at Music Bank maybe once or twice while you were in the building. It was the up and coming hiphop group from Bighit as one of the producers explained to you. They seemed very talented but you've never really met an idol before. "Unnie we're so jealous of you! You're going to be classmates with Jungkook oppa! That's our BTS bias!" Lou almost shrieks but keeps her voice down enough so only the three of you could hear it. "Honestly, I can't care less. I know BTS but I don't really like them so I guess this isn't an advantage to me." You say to the girls. "It doesn't matter you're still pretty lucky." Kei pouts. You hold their hands comfortingly. "Hey it's not that big of a deal. You'll still see him around campus." You offer them a bit of encouragement. "You're right! Also, can we have your number? You're our first friend here at SOPA and we want to keep in touch." You exchange numbers and minutes later, the bell rings signaling the start of the school day. The faculty orients all of you then directs you to your respective rooms as depicted on your schedules. While walking through the corridor to your first class, Jungkook suddenly approaches you. "Uhm, we have homeroom together right?" You chuckle at his question. "Of course. We're in the same section." "Oh. Right." He smiles awkwardly and looks away. "Hey I'm sorry for laughing. By the way I'm Y/N." You offer your hand for him to shake and he takes it with his shaky one. "You know, shaking hands doesn't really require shaky hands." You joke. Jungkook only bites his lips together in embarrassment. "Oh come on, lighten up! It's a joke. What's your name?" "You don't know me?" He asks, surprised. "Should I?" Ouch. That hurt his ego. "I mean, it's not that you're not popular. I know you're part of BTS but I don't know the members. You're?" "Jungkook. I'm Jungkook." "Why are you so awkward, Jungkook-ssi? He stiffens at your question. "I'm sorry. I'm not used to talking to anyone, especially girls." "Oh. That's okay. I won't talk to you if it makes you uncomfortable Jungkook-ssi." "Oh its not you Y/N-ssi. I just really don't know how to socialize." "Hey you're socializing right now aren't you? Don't be so nervous around me. Consider me your friend. You can even call me without the formalities. I insist." "Really? Wow you're really nice Y/N." "You're not too bad yourself Jungkook." -- "Sadly, your homeroom teacher won't be coming so please use this period to get to know your classmates instead or head to your next subject. Whichever you'd be comfortable with." The faculty member then goes out of the room. Some of the students stand up from their seats while most stayed. "So, what school did you transfer from Y/N?" Jungkook asks. "That's the third time someone asked me that. Well, I'm from Seoul National." "Cool. You're a SKY* student. Why transfer to an arts school?" "Broadcasting isn't SNU's forte. And I assume you're here because you're an idol in the industry?" "Pretty much." The two of you talked to each other throughout the whole period about many things. Random childhood tales, silly stories from Jungkook about BTS, you from your experiences at SNU and overseas, and a lot of other things. You share all of your classes with Jungkook at you sat with him through all of them. You became fast friends with the boy. "I'll miss talking to you like this though." You said to him while the both of you headed to your lockers, which was conveniently across each other's. "What?" He said, confused. "You're part of the idol study program aren't you? You're a celebrity. Which means you're not a regular student. I can't see you everyday." "Well, I'll try to come as frequently. I have an awesome friend to keep me company at school." "I'll miss you." You say sadly. "Het its only the first day. I'll be here everyday for this week. I can't say the same for next week though." He says to you before you put your stuff in your fresh locker. "I know. I kind of regret talking to you now. If you weren't a great conversational partner, I wouldn't be your friend thus I wouldn't have to miss you. I should've dodged the bullet." "Well, I'm the one who's 'bulletproof' here. Not you." "Oh my god Jungkook you seriously did not just make a pun." "Why?" "Ew I thought you were cool and all since you're an idol. You're a total dork!" You laughed as the two of you head to the vending machine for some last minute drinks. "You wanna come with me later? I'm eating out with my hyungs because apparently, surviving your first day is an achievement." He laughs as he grabs two cans of coffee for the both of you. "Nah. I have to swing by dad's office for some daughter duties. You go have fun with your members though!" "Hey, one last thing." He fishes his phone from his pocket and hands it to you. "I need your number. You're going to be the one I'll ring for school concerns and boredom emergencies." You roll your eyes at him jokingly and enter your phone number, calling your phone in the process so his number would register in yours. "Also, can we have a selca? It's for the contact info. And of course, you're my first friend here at SOPA. At least I'll have some evidence to show my hyungs that I did socialize." You laugh and agree. And then proceed to exit the building. You were surprised to find a black van parked in front of the exit and rolled down its windows to reveal a boy with orange hair. "Jungkook-ah, we're going out to eat!" That was your cue to say your goodbye. "Bye Jungkook! Have fun eating. Text me later if you aren't busy." "Bye Y/N! Stay safe!" -- You took the train to the KBS building and went straight to your father's office. "How was your first day sweetie?" "It was nice. We got to meet our teachers, I made some new friends too!" "See, I told you you'd have some friends in no time." "I was actually really surprised. At orientation, I made friends with two first-years named Kei and Louise and they were so nice. And I made an unexpected friend. An idol." "Wow. I never thought I'd see my daughter actually make friends with an idol. What group?" "Bangtan Sonyeondan. I'm classmates with their maknae and he's really nice." "Oh they ring a bell. Must've performed at Music Bank recently." "Yeah they did. Anyways, do I have some things to take care of?" "No sweetheart. Dad's got this. You go home and rest." "Okay dad. See you at dinner. Love you." You give your father a hug and head home. -- "You made friends with a girl?!" Taehyung exclaimed while food was being put on the table. The rest of the boys looked shocked while their manager looked a bit wary. "Yeah I didn't think I'd actually have a friend in the first place." "Come on, you're the Jeon Jungkook, golden maknae of BTS. Who wouldn't talk to you?" "Uhh, everyone? The school has a policy for idols that one cannot talk to an idol unless you are approached first." "Wait, you talked to a girl?!" Jimin looked really skeptical at this point. "Want proof?" Jungkook opens up the gallery of his phone to show the selca you shared. "Oh wow our baby is growing up!" Taehyung teased. "The girl is really pretty though." Jimin oohed. "Do you have her number? Does she have a boyfriend?" "Yeah I do have her number and no, I didn't really ask if she has a boyfriend so I don't know." Jungkook felt a strange twist in his stomach as he said that. "Oh well, enough school talk, let's eat!" Taehyung exclaims and everyone digs in. -- Later that night... To: Y/N Hey wassup? To: Jeon Jungkook Hey did you have a great time? To: Y/N Yeah but we had a schedule after so 😒😒 To: Jeon Jungkook Oh you must be tired. You should eat well and shower already. And sleep early! To: Y/N You too okay? Sleep early. Can't wait to see you tomorrow! To: Jeon Jungkook Yeah. Same here. Good night Jungkook! To: Y/N Good night. Sweet dreams. Jungkook felt giddy while he sent you texts. Jin noticed him while sitting on the bed, smiling while looking at his phone. "Let me guess, you're texting Y/N?" "Yeah. How did you know?" "That's the face I made when I used to text with my girlfriend. Be careful Jungkookie. You're an idol. You know the risks." "She's just a friend hyung." "Whatever you say." Jin rolls his eyes. Just a friend. Just a friend. Jungkook repeats it like a prayer before falling asleep. A/N *SKY stands for Seoul National University, Korea University, and Yonsei University. They're the top Universities in Korea therefore it's a really big deal to study/have studied in one of these schools.

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School, Love, and Affairs

Genre: Fluff, Highschool!AU Summary: You were the typical transferee to a new high school. Seoul’s School of Performing Arts really was all about the glitz and the glamour but you were not here for that. You just wanted to enjoy a normal life and graduate.

Jeon Jungkook wanted the same thing.

But the problem is, he’s an idol and you’re the heiress to one of Korea’s largest broadcasting companies but luckily, you’ve managed to keep a low profile while enrolling so basically nobody knows who you are.

Wanting to be normal is a thing you both want but that’s not the only thing you have in common as your friendship with Jungkook blooms.

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Deeds

Summary: Jimin does what he has to do to put food on the table for the both of you. Genre: angst, warnings for mature themes

“Five hundred-dollars a pop hun?” A middle-aged woman whisper-shouted at him in the dimly lit and obnoxiously loud club.

He nodded timidly, earning a smirk from the lady. Her lipgloss shines under the neon lights in a manner which makes Jimin gag at the thought that he would have to kiss that mouth and do worse things with more stickiness on another set of lips on the same woman. He had an inner debate on whether he should do this or not.

He’d done this so many times in the past so why chicken out now?

He’s definitely sure about this one now. I mean, no one has paid him that much for sex. Not even his previous customers who were married to wealthy workaholics who deprived them of the pleasure they so wanted and apparently found it in a twenty-something brunette for a measly price of a hundred bucks per night.

Transactions were done, kisses planted, cock inserted, pleasure sold.

And sell himself for the night, he did.

– He went home the next morning with more than a few benjamins to spend for the whole month. The rent was going to get paid, the water pipes fixed , and he would get to buy that dress you really liked.

“Oh you’re home.” You say to him with a toothless grin, holding a mug of coffee in one hand and a classified ads in the other. You set the beverage down to hug your drained-looking boyfriend.

“You look very tired. Was the night shift that bad?” You asked him before standing up on your toes to kiss him on the forehead.

He exhales and chuckles. “Yeah. It was really rough. I’m glad I’m home now though. And the boss gave me extra because he said I did a great job this month!” He fabricated yet another story on how he’d managed to get so much cash.

“Oh my gosh! That’s awesome!” You squeal in delight to enclose him in a tight embrace and he laughs again at your excitement. You release yourself from the hug but let your arms remain around his neck for a while longer and look at him.

“You have to get some sleep. I’ll be job hunting again today. I really hope I could get another one that pays just as well as the one I got fired from.” You grimaced at the thought. He brings your head to his chest.

“You’re going to do great. Don’t worry about it. You’ll find a job soon.”

“Not soon enough.” You mumble.

“I heard that.”

You look up at him again and smile. “I’m sorry. I just don’t want to keep being a freeloader.”

“You’re not a freeloader. You’re my responsibility, ever since I asked you to live with me.”

“Thank you. I mean, I mean it. I really do.”

“I love you.” He kisses your lips briefly and you break into a smile.

“I know.”

– Jimin sleeps comfortably that day and wakes up at six in the evening ready for another night.

He showers and scrubs his skin raw. He feels so fucking filthy. All of those women’s hands on him, it all felt dirty. He sobbed silently. He doesn’t know whether those were tears streaming down his face or just the water coming from the shower head. He doesn’t know if he could keep doing this.

Either way, it wasn’t going to matter and he would still do what he has to do.

He gets himself dressed in a white tank top and layers the same grey hoodie he wears everyday over it. He wears a pair of black skinny jeans and completes the look with his dirty sneakers. They wouldn’t look on how he’s dressed, they’d just ogle at his abdomen, arms, crotch, and other tasteful (and distasteful) parts of his young physique.

He’s sinning. He knows how much he’s sinning. It’s unfair to you and it’s unfair to himself.

Every single night, he heads out without you knowing what his job actually called for. Jimin didn’t want you to know and he was never going to tell you.

After all, you were never fond of sharing.

– Tonight was a good business night.

A group of girls at their thirties had just splurged their cash on watching a striptease he did. A bit of grinding here and there always did the trick. Of course, tearing his shirt off put them in a frenzy; they threw wads of bills at Jimin, encouraging the boy to do more.

“I’ll pay a lot more if I get a piece of that ass. How’s that sound, pretty boy?” One of the ladies had said to him.

He smirked in approval. “Pay up.”

After Jimin picked up the crinkled bills off the floor, he returned to the back room to shove it all in his duffel bag. He changed into something more comfortable and met the woman he was going to bed that night outside of the club.

“Such a pretty boy. And all mine.” She kissed Jimin feverishly on the lips and pulled him into her car to drive to the nearest motel.

Kissing ensued, stripping involved, sweaty bodies against each other, tongues, teeth, sex, sex, sex.

It was no job he would be proud of. But it definitely put food on the table. And as long as he came home to a smiling you in the morning, he’s going to endure every excruciating moment of it. – Months later, could finally manage to actually buy furniture for the apartment the two of you lived in. And his job definitely paid more than the minimum-wage day job you had managed to snag so you were eternally grateful for Jimin feeding the both of you and doing everything to keep you sated and alive.

Although Jimin got really sick and it got worse and worse as the months went by.

“You should really see a doctor about that nasty cold.”

“I’m fine.” He whispers before letting out another sneeze. You sat up from your chair and head over to him.

“Crap, Jimin you’re burning up!” You immediately urged him to stand up and let you take him to the hospital. – The taxi ride was quiet. You held his hand tightly and he leaned his head against yours.

This is the most extreme physically contact we’ve had in almost half a year. He thought to himself.

He thought of all the thighs he’s grabbed and all the asses he slapped. He thought of kissing those gloss-stained lips and all of the women he put his dick in.

He instantly regretted all of that when he looked up at your side profile illuminated by the city’s street lights. He could’ve spent all that time making love to the girl he actually loved. He could’ve kissed your slightly chapped lips over all those gross, glossy ones. He could’ve worshipped your body and made you feel good like it was his job because he honestly believed that it was.

But that would mean that you wouldn’t get the best. You wouldn’t be able to eat food fit for human consumption if he didn’t get a job that paid as high as his current one. College dropouts don’t get dough in today’s streets unless they were doing something really hard or fucking illegal.

Jimin had done both.

His eyes were watery from the fever and the melancholy.

His sins may have managed to catch up with him. His dirty deeds taking a toll on his body that was probably going to waste away soon. He really felt like dying because of this fever.

He didn’t notice that he was already crying.

“It’s gonna be okay. We’re almost there.” You said, oblivious of his thoughts. You kissed his forehead lovingly and then kissed his lips.

“You’re going to get sick too.” He murmured against your lips and he felt you smile.

“I don’t care.” You held his hand and he gripped yours tighter.

He was afraid to lose you. – “I’m sorry to tell you this but Mr. Park needs to be admitted to the hospital for a few days at the least.” The doctor had told you as Jimin laid down fast asleep on the bed.

“It’s okay.” You say to him. “Thank you so much.”

“Although I can’t promise you the boy’s going to be alright in a few days. We’ve run some tests to make sure it isn’t something like Typhoid or Malaria that’s giving him this fever.”

– It was worse.

He had HIV.

You felt as if the ceilings had dropped down on you when the doctor broke the news to you and Jimin. You wanted to cry but ended up not being able to. You were to shocked and surprised and–

“Please tell me this is a joke.” You say with a laughing panicky tone. The doctor shook his head and excused himself.

“Jimin h-how-”

“Hey. No. Its okay. Come here.” He beckoned you to come closer to him as you held him tight.

“Why? I mean, how would you even get HIV, I mean how–”

“Babe, I’m sorry. I haven’t been completely honest about my job. The thing is–”

“Park Jimin have you been cheating on me?!” You looked at him incredulously. You were seriously considering leaving the boy to die alone if he uttered the wrong set of words.

“No! Well, it’s not that! I, ugh. I can’t–”

“Just say it!”

“I’ve been a prostitute okay?! I’ve been a man-whore, a slut, or whatever you want to call me! I sell my body! I sell sex! I just wanted a job that pays for everything in the house and pays for everything that you need! I’m sorry, I should’ve told you. I shouldn’t have done it in the first place.” His tears started streaming down his cheek and fell onto the sheets below. Sobs wracked his pale, thin body. You couldn’t help but enclose him in a tight embrace.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I really am.” He repeated it like a mantra while he held you against him for dear life. “Please don’t leave me. You’re all I have. I never meant to do any of those. I just wanted us to have a good life. And now I’m paying the price for doing the wrong thing. You have all the reasons to leave but I beg of you, please don’t.”

You let him do this for a few minutes before finally speaking.

“I’m not sure about what I should feel right now or what I should be doing.” You said monotonously. You bit on your lower lip and stared at his dark, hazel eyes looking intently into yours.

“But I do know that I love you.”

—- A/N Surprise surprise I am actually not dead.

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Japanese version of Fun Boys!

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what they were actually fighting about

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Imagine Person A and B having sex quietly, so as not to wake up Person C who is sleeping nearby. Bonus if C is only pretending to be asleep so they can enjoy the show.

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Orchestrated ft. Jungkook

Genre: fluff and some angst idk this is a mess Summary: In which your recital is in three days and Jeon Jungkook is not helping.

You pressed on the ebony and ivory like nobody’s business. Fingers tottering ever so delicately on the few keys on the right end and abusing the ones on the left end. Your warm up piece of Moonlight Sonata was probably enough to get your fingers conditioned for the next moon-related piece.

You ended the song and stood up to get a bottle of water and drank a few gulps from it. You returned to the baby grand in the living room and sat down. You breathed in and as you descended your fingers onto the keys, a loud voice interrupts you.

“I’m here!!”

“Jeon Jungkook will you quiet down?!” You snap at him and he drops his bag in fright.

“Jeez I didn’t know you were practicing.”

“Yes you did now shut up.” You return your focus to the instrument as he runs up to get his sheets from his room.

You started to press on the keys softly and slowly as the piece required, being ever so careful to pay attention at the time signature. You’ve memorized the piece but your nervousness forced you to look at the sheets perched on the stand.

“You’re my accompaniment for the show right?” Jungkook interrupts you once again and you flinch when you hit the wrong set of keys.

“Yes you fucking twat.”

“So uptight.” He comments as he set up his stand and sheets and took out his violin. You looked at him silently and admired his impeccable posture when he stood to his play position.

“Well aren’t you going to play my piece? You’re accompanying me after all.”

“Give me a minute. I’m supposed to be practicing my piece.” You said lowly as you shuffled through the sheets trying to find his. “Why did you even pick Across the Stars? It’s a tacky track from Star Wars–”

“It’s a musical masterpiece. Now get to it.” He raised his bow and started to play. You followed suit. A minute passed and his time signature hastened. You stopped playing.

“Following the fucking sheet music isn’t that fucking hard Jeon Jungkook.” You snarled at him and he stopped as well. “It’s not hard to improvise as well. I have artistic vision and decided to interpret my rendition of Across the Stars.”

“Whatever.” You grabbed your water bottle and drank again.

“You should learn a thing or two from me. Maybe you would be the principal act for next year’s recital if you weren’t so uptight. Loosen up a bit.”

“If uptight meant calculated and precise then I’m sorry, I am going to continue being uptight. It would be a disgrace to Debussy if I didn’t play his work right.” You shrugged and turned your back away from the violin player.

“It’s called a recital for a reason. You get to showcase your talent. You get to change it up.” He says as he sat down next to you on the piano.

“I’m not going to change it up anytime soon. Now if you excuse me, I will practice my piece for the recital.”

“I’ll be watching.”

You restart your playing and you close your eyes. Still careful of the time signature and when to press harder for a forte. Your foot was just as careful in stepping on the right pedals to reverberate the correct notes. You open your eyes when your speed increases and you found Jungkook looking at you with much interest. You fluster under his gaze and mess up a few notes.

“Play them louder.”

You stopped.

“What did you just say?” You looked at him like he was a madman.

“Your mistakes. Play them louder. A wrong note played without confidence is an error. A wrong note played with conviction is a rendition.” He then proceeds to play the part where you messed up the same way but louder. “The audience doesn’t even know what your piece is. Maybe some would be familiar but most won’t give two shits.”

“I understand.” Your exhalation feigning disappointment.

“What’s wrong?” Jungkook places a hand on your shoulder.

“Why the heck are you so talented? You can play like six different instruments, sing, dance, and even become a mentor! And here’s me. I claim to be good at what I do but all I’m good at is being machine-like and memorize. I want to play. I want to play music just like how you do. How do you do it?” You card a hand through your messy hair and let it fall to cover your face, hiding from Jungkook’s sight.

“Listen,” He takes your face in his hands and looks directly into your eyes. “I’m not good at all. I’m not nearly as a perfectionist as you are. I can’t memorize entire music sheets in one sitting. I can’t do the things you can. I improvise because I’m scared that when I screw up, I’d screw up bigtime. That’s why I choose amateur pieces, those with mediocre composers and not on Mozart or Beethoven level. And yet here you are tinkling Debussy on the piano like it was Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.” He stops to place your hands on the piano, encouraging you to begin.

You take a deep breath, press on the same keys for the umpteenth time that day, and feel that for the first time, you actually really enjoyed playing the song.

You looked at Jungkook when it ended and he was smiling from ear to ear. “I think our director is deaf. You should be the principal act for each year’s show.” “I am part of the principal act for each year’s show. I’m always on piano accompaniment for you.” You smile weakly at him, trying to mask the disappointment.

“To be honest, I want to quit every time I hear you play. But when moments like this happen, when you play for me and only me, I want to sing every song, pull every string, dance every step, and adore every single part of you because it’s different whenever we’re together. It’s different when I know that you play because you want to, and not because you have to.”

“There you are again with the sweet talk.” You shy away from him but he takes you by the wrist and forces you to face him.

“I’m serious.” He holds both of your hands tightly. “I heard that you wanted to quit the recital if you didn’t get this piece down. But please, please don’t leave. Don’t leave me without an accompaniment. Don’t leave because my ‘Across the Stars’ would be empty without your 'Clair de Lune’. Don’t leave me when you’re the only one I actually want to play for.”

Your exhale audibly and snicker a bit. “Okay I’m not leaving. It’s just that it’s a bit intimidating that your boyfriend is the principal act for five consecutive years and it worries me that I can’t live up to the standards you’ve set.”

He furrows his eyebrows in disappointment. “Why would you even think that? You’re the one who’s set the standards and I’m the one who messes with them. But I’m really glad that you’re still with me. Recital season or not.”

He kisses your forehead and hugs you tightly. You breathed in his scent through the white shirt he was wearing and reveled in the comforting warmth his body offered; much different from the harsh spotlights on the recital stage that would practically burn your skin and eyes if you stood under them long enough.

You fingers drag along the sides of his arm and press against his skin like how you played the piano. In that moment, you realize

he was your favorite piece to play.

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I'll Follow You Into the Dark ft. Taehyung (V)

Summary: In which troubled souls meet Love of mine, some day you will die But I'll be close behind I'll follow you into the dark pt. 3 You wake up due to the feeling of wetness surrounding your body. You tried to move one of your legs and found out that you were lying down on wet and gritty sand. You closed your eyes momentarily. You were snapped out of your reverie when you felt a wave of water crash against you. You immediately stood up and coughed out the salty water that managed to get into your airways. You noticed something different about yourself. Your long hair was wet. You had hair? Again? And it grew so long. How much time has it been? And more importantly, where were you? You looked down at your body and saw that you were dressed in a long, floaty, white dress and your hair was up to your navel. You tried to get them out but it seemed like they were stuck permanently. You stop fiddling with your hair and walk around, trying to find out where you were. It seemed vaguely familiar. Jeju? Pattaya? Impossible. Did you live? You felt more alive than you ever did in a while. You felt the warmth of the sun on your skin, the briny scent of the ocean filling your nostrils, the sand against the soles of your feet. You could stay here forever. You started to play in the sand, building structures and drawing with driftwood. Your play is interrupted when your peripherals catch a glimpse of what seemed to be a human figure. It seemed to be a man, wearing all black. A black hoodie, jeans, and not wearing any shoes. He looked lost as his gaze directed to multiple locations. His eyes finally meet yours. You were at least ten meters away and he runs to you. You cock your head to the side as he did. He stopped in his tracks when he was about a foot away from you. Both of your eyes widen in shock. "Y/N?" "Taehyung." You close the gap and look at his face. You place your palm on the side of his face, and stroke his cheek with your thumb. He leans into your touch. "It really is you." You whisper and retract your hand. It was Kim Taehyung, your classmate. The one that made your heartbeat a thousand times more with not much effort. The one you wanted to live for but consequently didn't get to. The one you didn't want to lose in the first place. "What is this place?" Taehyung asks. You look around still seeing no other objects in sight save for the common beach scenery. You close your eyes and suddenly, an idea from nowhere pops up. "This is limbo." You say under your breath. "Limbo? Wait we're dead? We're actually dead?" "Yes." You squint your eyes as you looked at the horizon. He suddenly embraces you from behind and your eyes widen at yet another surprising thought. "Taehyung you shouldn't be here! Why are you dead? How did you die? I mean, how--" He spins you around and holds onto your shoulders. "I could say the same for you. Two months Y/N. That's how long I waited for you to show up in class. I thought you hated me when I finally confessed to you. Where were you these couple of months? And why are you dead?" "I was terminal, Tae." You removed one of his hands on your shoulder and clasp it tightly. "I'm sorry but I didn't want to be selfish. You were going to lose me to cancer anyway." "But here I am." "Why? Why are you here?" "I... did something wrong. And I jumped off a high place into the deep sea. The last thing I remembered was being suffocated by the water. And I woke up here." You hugged him tight with tears in your eyes. He was the only boy you ever loved and finally, you were with him. "I never thought death could bring people together." You whispered. He held you tighter. "I guess death made me follow you. Maybe this was for us, another life where we get to be together when the mortal world didn't allow us." You held each other for a while until the skies grew dark and the air grew bitterly cold. "I spoke too soon. You should go. Up there." He pointed his finger at the only illuminated part of the sky. He releases himself from you as he walks towards the sea. "Where are you going? Aren't you coming with me?" You say, voice wavering with tears in your eyes. "I can't. People like me don't go up there." "Taehyung you're a good person--" "I've killed someone. Then I've killed myself. What part of 'good person' do I fit in?" You purse your lips, trying to stop yourself from crying. You run towards him, enclosing him in a tight embrace. "I'm not losing you again. I'm never losing you again." "But--" "No. I will come with you. To hell or wherever you're going. I'll follow you into the dark." "Y/N please, you deserve the light. You belong there." "No Tae. You're my light. You're the only one that I deserve. It's been too long. Don't you think so too?" You clasp his hand tightly and kiss his lips lightly. He nods and kisses your forehead. The both of you walk to the middle of the sea. When the dark water reaches your chests he stops the both of you from walking. "Are you sure?" He asks you for the last time. "Positive." You answer with a smile. He smiles as well. The both of you descend into the sea and you felt your body grow lighter and get tossed with the waves, your hand still attached to Taehyung's. You close your eyes. You felt the same feeling when you were dying. It was eerily comforting being cradled in the arms of death. You smile and open your eyes for a bit. You saw Taehyung smiling and his soft brown hair being manipulated by the water. You smiled at him and you both closed your eyes. Free. ------ You inhaled deeply as you shot up from the bed. "She's revived. Good work." One of the many doctors surrounding you say and you laid back down confused. You looked at the heart monitor and heard its fast beeps mimicking your own heart beats. You were alive for real this time. You put a hand on your chest and smiled softly. "I'm alive." You mouthed. One of the doctors take notice and gives you a thumbs up and a bright smile. He kindly brings you back on a wheelchair to your room in the hospital. You saw your brother waiting at the bedside. "I'm sorry I had you revived. It turned out that I wasn't ready to loose you after all." He scratched the back of his neck and shyly approached you. You suddenly pull him into a tight embrace. "I'm glad to be back." The doctor smiles at the sentimental scene. All of a sudden, his phone rings with an emergency tone. He answers it leaving the two of you. "He's been revived too? Whoah. The emergency staff is pretty quick nowadays. My team just managed to revive a teenage girl here in the Cancer Treatment Department." He pauses as he listens to the other line. "Wow. The boy's pretty young. Why did he jump off though? It's a good thing the suicide ended in an attempt." That caught your attention. "I'm sorry to butt in but can you ask what the revived patient's name is?" You look at the doctor with hopeful eyes. Though confused, the doctor asks for the name on the other line. "It's a high schooler named Kim Taehyung. Suicide attempt. Bystanders were quick enough to get him out of the water and call..." The remaining words faded as you were left to your thoughts. You were both alive. And the both of you are going to live.

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94.09.12 Happy birthday Kim Namjoon.

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One day it just gets better. There’s no explanation or reason why . You just wake up and you’re not angry anymore.

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