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hey guys, hope your skin is clear and you get a text from someone you like real soon.

also that your lunch tastes good, you find twenty dollars on the ground, and that thing coming up that you were dreading turns out not so bad

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Hi I’m Jey and I like to poke things with a stick but I havent figured out how to make money with that, yet so I decided to do a little giveaway instead.

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liberosis pt.2 - jimin x reader

⇢ pairing: jimin x reader

⇢ genre: angst / action

⇢ length: 1.0k words

⇢ summary: when people’s hearts are broken, they change. maybe for the worse.

jimin's normally slow paced and quiet footsteps were fast paced and thundering as he neared the headquarters. Fists unusually clenched, knuckles white against his tanned skin, it felt like the faster he walked and the harder he clenched his fists the easier it would be to forget everything that had happened.

his thoughts were completely thrown into a hurricane with new information. jimin had always felt that twinge of guilt remembering [name]'s face when he told her the truth, when he told her how he had betrayed her and sold her out to the gang. he remembers her facial expression changing and compared it to flipping to a new page in a book and then suddenly wanting to go back.

he tried to forget, he really did. he thought that maybe it was the same as the saying 'fire puts out fire' and he fought the pain with more pain. he drank, thinking that the beer and expensive wine could drown his stomach and also his heart in the process.

jimin reached the gang headquarters and storms in, taking a smoking namjoon by surprise. paying no attention to the fact that said person was the leader, he walked right up to him and grabbed his leather jacket, the zipper pushing painfully against jimin's knuckles.

"why the fuck didn't you tell me that [name] was part of exo?!" He nearly screamed at namjoon. namjoon only let out a small reaction, raising his eyebrow at the fuming man.

"we have no info on that, how are you sure that a person from your past is part of exo? as far as we know, they're only twelve lead members."

jimin thought back on the memory and narrowed his eyes.

"she appeared at Omelas with that kai behind her like a guard even though she looked ready to kill zico."

jimin let his hand down and namjoon tidied up his jacket, shooting a dirty look at him.

"well, maybe she's the daughter of some higher up in the SM Guild, since that's where exo branches off from." Namjoon said, busy going through different manila files he had on exo.

jimin remembered the whole reason he had betrayed her and a strangled cough leaves his mouth as he tries to register what's going on. he had used [name] to get intel about the Starship Mafia because her father had been a higher up there -

"Her father's a higher up executive of Starship! Maybe they came to an agreement and are siding together and that's why I saw [name] with kai!" He blurted out.

jimin was angry.

livid.

the comment caught namjoon by surprise and he nearly fell off the chair. adjusting his glasses, he looked at jimin with a ferocity jimin hadn't seen in years.

"we're going to the exo headquarters in block 13, get ready."

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jimin's been to the exo headquarters on plenty of missions before, so the fact that their hideout was underground didn't bother him as much as before. the entrance was through a large hotel with clandestine doors and one little hotel room, number 365, with an elevator installed, leading straight down to the pits of the headquarters.

namjoon is hacking through the software to get into the room, a little bead of sweat running down his forehead while he struggles to change the algorithm. 

“damn, maybe that xiumin guy changed the algorithm,” jimin commented, running his fingers through his hair as he watched namjoon trying different things. 

“yeah, it must’ve been xiumin, that fucking bastard,” namjoon muttered, focusing on the variety of numbers and codes that were flying through the screen. soon enough, namjoon hacked into the security cameras that exo used to track invasions and drug deals. 

jimin leaned in to look, and his breath caught in his throat as he watched a digital [name] walking around the spacious recreation room. he could see jongdae “chen” doing some drugs, probably ecstasy if he guessed right. 

“fucking shit, sehun, guess who i ran into today!” an overly hyped up [name] casually said as said sehun walked in, tossing her a cigarette. 

jimin’s eyes could barely resist widening as she lit up the cigarette and took a long drag from it, sighing. 

namjoon didn’t care about what type of relationship jimin had with the girl, he just needed to investigate. they both stared at the screen, keeping an eye out for any possible sign of someone coming near them. 

“yo why are you ignoring me bitchy sehun, i was just about to give you one hell of a report on what i did today--” [name] said, raising an eyebrow although she didn’t look mad. 

“oh let me guess, no one because you can’t get laid?” he sassily replied, taking a seat next to her, and jimin and namjoon snickered at the burning remark. 

“fuck you, i got laid plenty of times this week, it’s you that’s still hung up over whats-her-name.” she laughed offhandedly, and jimin tenses up. namjoon notices and sends him a look. 

“oh come on leader, i got over that slut years ago, stop bringing that fucker up.” he said, and namjoon’s eyes widened. 

“he referred to her as leader!” he half-shouted, half-screamed, and jimin was too surprised to send him a glare for being loud. 

she looked amused. 

“ah now now, sehun. you shouldn’t have called me that when two really nosy guests are here.” she smiled a smile that looked too evil for a human being and her eyes landed straight on the ‘hidden camera’. 

“fuck fuck fuck she’s onto us but how the fuck -” 

she sends a knife flying, and before jimin or namjoon can process what happened, the device stops working. jimin is panicking but he sees the look on namjoon’s face and decides to do what’s best at the moment - 

run. 

how on earth did she know hey were listening and what had happened to sweet [name] that he loved and betrayed?

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Anonymously tell me how you feel about me. I can't reply, I just have to read it and post it.

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i love this so much ahhh

“the realms of day and night. two different worlds coming from two opposites poles mingled during this time.”

- herman hesse’s demian

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liberosis pt 1 - jimin x reader

⇢ pairing: jimin x reader

⇢ genre: angst / action

⇢ length: 1.3k words

⇢ summary: when people’s hearts are broken, they change. maybe for the worse.

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liberosis

¹ - (n.) the desire to care less about things.

based on the gang! au jimin

he thought his tattoos, piercings, cigarettes, and reputation were enough to prevent little bitches from trying to hit on him wherever he went; it seemed that the pathetic women that seemed to be around everywhere hit on him even after knowing all of that. maybe it was because of the still aura of money and riches he seemed to give off - after all, bangtan gang was one of the deadliest organizations, one of the organizations that caused so much damage yet wasn't known to the police.

he walks around, smoking. the swarms of women at bars and pubs seem to prove of some help when it comes to intel gathering - they'd slept with too many other gang members and it seemed to pay off when any of bangtan would sleep with them for information.

jimin thought that this day would be no different, that he'd walk into the bar at 1 am and be greeted by the normal layout  - but he was proved wrong when he neared the street of the bar. the usual customers seemed to all be crowded outside, hasty whispers and harsh words thrown around amongst them. broken glasses of beer and alcohol littered the now stained concrete of the street, crumpled tissues with sloppily written numbers being stepped on by heels and shoes.

there seemed to be an unusual occurrence, and jimin's curiosity sparked at the thought. there were the usual brawls and deals and drugs in the bar, but what could possibly cause this reaction? he walks closer, spitting out the cigarette in his mouth and stepping over it, causing the ashes to scatter around. he smirked; it could be fun watching shit go down.

after all, he had no real attachment to anything or anyone, he just manipulated. he wouldn't mind seeing anyone hurt or dead anymore. as he neared the bar, a man he recognised as zico from the gang in block b was thrown into the crowd with such fierce power even jimin faltered for a second. for a man like zico, with his muscles and power, to be sent flying into a swarm of people meant there was probably some unusually skilled person inside fighting.

zico didn't seem to realise what was going on as a few drunkards helped him up and backed away from the cheap metal doors of the bar. jimin finally reached the pub and had to push his way through, glaring at the people whose eyes met with his. the sight that he finally saw was anything but what he anticipated.

it was a woman - dressed all in black leather - blood dripping down her fingers and the swiss army knife she held between her index and middle fingers. jimin was just going to question what had happened when the woman spoke to the man next to her. jimin recognised the man as kai from exo gang of district 13.

'aww man, i still got blood on me - i gotta practice that move more-.' she said in a low whine, wiping away the blood with a tissue dipped in alcohol. jimin couldn't see her face, but he felt like he knew her. he had a feeling that he knew the owner of this fake whiny voice. an uneasy feeling settled in his stomach and he trudged forward, seeing that zico's right hand had a nasty cut, maybe a whole inch deep and two inches long. he snickered, wondering what zico had done and who the woman was that had just wounded zico of all people yet was worried about the blood on her hand.

she turned around, her shiny black hair moving to reveal sharp features and a piercing gaze. she smiled when she saw jimin; a chesire smile that he returned with a smirk.

'ah, jiminie! miss me?' she asked, daggers laced into her innocent and playful voice. and although the tone and her words were so different to him, he recognised her right then. if was almost as if he had taken pills and the effects had just started to show - he knew he'd seen her somewhere, but only now did he truly know who she was. and now that he knew, he felt sick straight down to his stomach even though a smirk was gnawing at his lips.

it was her, the very same girl he'd grown up with and fallen for. it was her, the one he broke the heart of while

discarding his own feelings for the sake of the gang. she was back, and he could only assume that she was part of some gang as well, seeing that kai was standing behind her, glaring at him.

all jimin could do was smirk. after all, the king of manipulation trusted no one.

'hey [name], surprised i'd find someone as pathetic as you here. come to try and get into kai's pants?' he asked, even though he was genuinely curious.

she laughed.

'ah nah, he just insisted to come here with me, we're partners after all you know? he didn't want me killing someone useful to exo.' she said, pushing off kai's hand that had grasped her arm to stop her from getting closer.

jimin glared at the pair, digesting the new information. [name] had joined a gang, and exo of district 13 of all possible choices, bangtan's one biggest and strongest enemies.

'i thought you were dead, [name].' he spat out, and her next response made him even madder.

'[name]? [name] is dead, jiminie. there's only sol left. that's what I go by now.' she smiled. the playful voice seemed to piss off jimin's gang member suga, who had been downing his umpteenth glass of beer and he turned around, throwing a silver dagger at 'sol'. it came from behind and he was silent, yet she caught it with her same index and middle fingers again, getting them scratched and bleeding a little again.

'you're no fun, suga~ let me have my fun without your pissed antics - oh and i just finished cleaning up my fingers and you got blood on them again, how rude!' she cooed, bringing her fingers up to her mouth and licking the blood off in one go.

the terrified bartender seemed to be near fainting, his coworker catching him and helping him sit down before he fainted. the coworker seemed to be digging through his mind, hoping to find a way to kick out the woman who had singlehandedly raised hell within the bar.

jimin wondered what the hell had happened to the once caring, sweet [name] that he had loved once upon a time. this woman in front of him - no, this inhumane figure couldn't possibly be even related by a single hair to her,  yet be the very same [name].

the said girl looked to the unconscious bartender and the equally pale coworker of his and let out a little 'oops' that sounded almost so unapologetic it was sarcastic. pulling out a whole wad of money - a stack of thousand wons that jimin estimated to be worth near a million or a million and a half wons, she made her way to the bartender and placed the money on the mahogany table, smiling apologetically.

'i'm sorry we got in the way bro, please accept this as an apology!' she whistled lowly at the end of her cheerful sentence and pulled the wide-eyed coworker's cheek, leaving with kai in tow.

jimin wanted to stop her, but he couldn't bring himself to do anything but glare and sit down next to suga, ordering whatever heavy drink that first came to him.

how could a simple visit to the usual Omelas Bar turn into this?

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Looking For Mutuals!

Hey hey, I had to take a hiatus because I moved and now that I’m back my feed is slow again. So that means in looking to make more mutuals! 

Reblog/Like for me to follow you if you post any of the following bands:

BTS

EXO

TWICE

MONSTA X

SEVENTEEN

BOYS REPUBLIC

GIRL’S DAY

NU’EST

ASTRO

TEEN TOP

SHINEE

TRIPLE H

UP10TION

PENTAGON

tbh im super multifandom irl so reblog just in case and i’ll probably end up following. just all i ask is that you consider following me back as well!

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looking for mutuals/kpop blogs to follow!🌟

hi friends!! i’m a new BTS based blog looking for more content to fill my lonely empty dash (n maybe some friends? *awkwardly shuffles*) - -so pls like/reblog (reblogs greatly appreciated to spread this out more!!) this if you post any of the following and are also looking for a new mutual/similar blog to obsess about stuff over 🌚❤️: -BTS (ok like 90% of my posts r these losers) -BLACKPINK -EXO -SHINee ?? (mostly TAEMIN oops) -dan and phil sorry Daniel Howell™ -aesthetics -memes -anime; mainly sports anime but any is fine!! I’m trying to branch out

- if you follow first I’ll definitely check your blog out and most likely fb :-)

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same here :)

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i wanna make some friends on here bc its lonely by myself so if u like the same things as i reblog this and ill probably follow u!!!!

• exo, bts, nct, monsta x, mamamoo, day6, shinee, astro

• chanbaek, fanxing, yoonmin, taekook, moonsun, minkey, taekai, kaisoo

• anything regarding exo n bts really….

• fanart and fanfiction!

• manhwa/manga/webcomics such as what lies at the end, killing stalking or wolf girl and black prince

• anime

• SPACE !!!!

• memes

THATS IT PLS I NEED SOMEONE TO TALK TO ESPECIALLY ABOUT MANGA N STUFF

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i love your blog!

thank you ah ♥︎

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sonder → jimin x reader

⇢ pairing: jimin x reader

⇢ genre: angst

⇢ length: 1.6k words

⇢ summary: sometimes, she’s not what jimin needs.

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sonder

n. the realisation that each person has a life as vividly complex as your own.

it was at a time when the night was progressively fading away that she seemed to realize that he was just as vivid as she was; experienced just as much as she did, and dealt with probably more than she did. she comes to understand that jimin's life must be as vast and expansive as hers is. she stares as the strips of light poured in from the semi-closed blinds. it's not sunrise yet, and she could spot stars still freckled in the periwinkle turning sky.

it was fascinating; enthralling, even, to think that he had a life with as may twists and turns as she, maybe even more than he lets on. she turns on her cracked phone, her pupils contracting at the sudden light, her eyes not wanting to see the screen where it had all ended. her trembling, gelid fingers brushing over all the little shards in the phone too minuscule to see with her blurry eyesight. she shifts in the bed and brushes away a strand of wet hair from her face, the very tip of her finger stinging from a little fragments of her phone.

she thought jimin was a lot like a shard; a shard of crystal, so beautiful and attractive; precious yet you'll find yourself cut on the sharp edges, bleeding alone.

laying flat on her back, she's crying, quiet muffled cries and sobs wracking through her, her toes curling, her muscles contracting as her back arches painfully. she felt like a moth trapped in darkness, fighting the urge to crawl to the light that was just there, mocking her with its presence. hot tears stream down her face, down to her ears and pillow, and she wipes them furiously with the back of her hand, the cold contrasting with the heat of her teardrops.

her chest heaves harrowingly and she brings up her phone, barely able to read the old texts of the day just before. light streams through the blinds in a heavier force, and slowly the stars disappear into the sky, taking away her hopes along with them. a car whirls by, the yellow light it emits hurting her sensitive eyes and she gets up. her sweater all messed up, the sleeves riding up and all stained with tears and blood, she sees the healing cuts all over her arm, little fluffs of wool from her sweater near the different cuts.

she'd been crying for too long, her head pounding with a migraine, little bottles of beer littering her desk and floor. she stands up, her head pushing past the migraine only to think of him. she thinks back to the angry words and the cutting glares and she blames it all on herself.

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her heart is racing a marathon and her legs are shaking like an earthquake. jimin's there, and his eyes glare haphazardly into her soul, making her lower her sight and clench her fists. she knows why he's here and she thinks it's rather nice of him to have come to see her one last time.

maybe it wouldn't have turned out like this if she'd kept her feelings to herself, if she'd just stayed his best friend, because now he was going to leave her forever, not even friends anymore. she wills herself not to cry and looks up.

his expression is indescribable. he looks livid, with a little tone of knowing he's going to regret everything even with his surge of determination to break things off. he stares right at her form, thinking about what she knows he's here to do. he takes a shaky breath; this time the shakiness isn't sadness, but raw anger.

"you know why i'm here, [name]. we can't be together anymore; it's not beneficial for bts, i don't have time anymore, you ask for too much." he says all in one go. he takes one extra step and makes sure her broken heart loses hope too.

"i need someone who can appreciate me, someone who can actually tolerate my schedule, and that's not you."

"i have someone new now, [name]."

he's hurt a little too. it feels new, being the one to break a person's heart, to see them crumbling down. the guilt seems to lace through his veins and instead of feeling the freedom he had been obsessed with from the start, he feels caged.

he ignores the feeling.

she looks up, smiling.

don't cry, don't you dare cry -

"okay." she says, shifting from her position in the chair and walking up to the wooden door where she had waited for hours, anticipating the next time she could see him. this time, she was doing the opposite. she didn't want to ever see him again. she opens the door, biting back a shiver at the cold air that greets her and stings at her teary eyes.

"get out." she says, her voice wavering at the last syllable, her conscious already scolding her for the idle mistake. he looks surprised by her voice that came through strongly, not a mere whisper. it was forcefully stern, anger in her barely teary eyes.

jimin takes a minute to register what's really happening, that she was kicking him out. he had expected it, but it took him time to grasp the reality he had created. her voice was different from the first time she had gone through something like this. her voice was brittle before, wobbly and whispery, but now her voice sounds throughout her house, bouncing off the walls and slapping him into his senses.

he can't force the words out his throat as he leaves, attempting to catch some last glimpses of the house that had some of his most precious yet most damaging memories.

he's gone.

she can hear his words ricocheting across the walls, imprinted in the stuffy air that suffocated her.

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it's all there - the door, the same corridor he had shouted at her in, it's all there. the picture frame he had slightly moved to the left when he accidentally hit the wall was still in the same crooked position, as if it was the only physical proof of his existence that had once been in the empty house.

the chair he sat on didn't move in position, retaining the very same look of when he left. the memory plagues her mind, haunts the halls, and rattles her bones. it's the exact same and nothing's changed and it hurts her to look at the sight in front of her. she relives the moment.

it's all fresh; the memories are newly engraved into her mind, and she's breathing erratically, she can see him and he looks so real leaning agains the wall, looking right at her, and he's angry just like then.

she clutches the phone, knowing he's not really there, knowing that he was now just a figment of her over-reactive imagination, and she presses the call button.

the beeps as the phone rings is like her heartbeat in a hospital monitor and when they stop, she feels her world end all over again. she hears the words again, the very same ones she's heard so many times.

'the number you have dialed has been disconnected or is no longer in service.'

she knows it's the only answer she could ever get, yet the sliver of hope is still embedded into her soul, hoping for something she wholly knows is impossible. she texts his disconnected number until her fingers feel like they're going to fall off. because he'll never see the words she couldn't tell him before he left.

she sits on a step in the staircase down to the first floor, and all she can listen to is his voice, singing. she sees every thing she can of him; award shows, vlives, music videos, interviews; everything.

she feels again when she listens to his and jungkook's cover of we don't talk anymore, and she wishes it was about her. she wishes that even if it was only for a moment, he thought of her when singing the lyrics.

she wants to find out - she needs to, or she's going to collapse, or that's what it feels like at least.

and then she sees him.

he looks so vividly real, his black hair and all the little details and light on his face and hair, all the little shades on his shirt, all the creases in his jeans, they're all so evocative and it takes her breath away. she doesn't dare blink because she's scared that he'll disintegrate and fade away. she can't bring herself to move, her muscles so clenched even though she wants to scream at herself to move.

she doesn't, because he's moving towards her, a little smile on his face that makes the skin near his eyes crease, his eyes looking small yet genuine. he's saying something - his lips are moving, forming syllables, and she thinks it's some comforting words that should have been acting like a blanket of salvation to her, but she can't hear anything. his footsteps are resonant as he walks up the stairs, his hand reaching for her. she stretches out her hand, the tips of her fingers looking for something to grasp as jimin comes closer and closer.

her fingers pass right through him and he disappears, little flecks of light wavering like embers and dissipating into the nothingness she could see.

she slumps back, her back hitting the steps achingly.

he's not coming back.

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What happens once you kill yourself? Because I'm ready to go.

You wanna know what happens once you kill yourself? Your mother comes home from work and finds her baby dead and she screams and runs over to you and tries to get you to wake up but you won’t and she keeps screaming and shaking you and her tears are dripping onto your face and your dad hears all the screaming and runs into the room and he can’t even speak because the child that he loved and the child that he watched grow up is gone forever and finally your little sister runs into the room to see what all the fuss is about and she sees you dead. The person she looked up to and loved. The person she bragged about to  her friends, the person she wanted to be just like when she grew up, the person that made her feel safe. But she’s never really going to get to grow up and smile and laugh and love because she’ll always be consumed with this feeling of missing you. And now there’s something missing from your family and they can barely look at each other anymore because everything reminds them of you but you’re gone and hurts more than anything. and you think that your mom never cared because she was always busy and yelling at you to finish your homework and clean your room and forgot to say I love you sometimes but really, she loved you more than anything and she doesn’t leave the house anymore, she can’t even get out of bed and she’s getting thinner and thinner because it’s too hard to eat. Your father had to quit his job and he doesn’t sleep anymore, every time he closes his eyes he sees his baby dead, and the image never goes away no matter how much alcohol he drinks. And at school your best friend sees that your seat is empty and she gets this sick feeling in her stomach and that’s when she hears the announcement. You killed yourself. And suddenly she’s screaming and crying in the middle of class and no one even bothers comforting because they’re all  busy sitting there staring at your empty seat with tears dripping down their cheeks and all she wants is for you to hug her and tell her it’s gonna be okay like you always did, but this time, you’re not there to do it, everything is dark now that you’re gone and her grades are slipping, she barely goes to school anymore and she ended up in hospital after taking too many pills because she wanted to see you again. the girls who used to make fun of the way you dressed feel their throats get tight, they don’t talk to each other anymore, they don’t talk to anyone, they’re all in therapy trying so hard not to blame themselves but nothing works. and your teacher who always gave you a hard time stares blankly at the wall, she quits her job a few days later. And then your boyfriend hears the news and he can’t breathe, he still calls you a lot just to hear your voice and he talks to you on facebook but you never message him back, he can’t fall in love again because every girl he meets reminds him of you, he’s never going to get over you, he loved you and he cries himself to sleep every night, hating himself and slicing his skin because he couldn’t save you and he’s never going to hold you in his arms or hear you laugh again. Now everyone who knew you, whether they were a big part of your life or someone you passed in the hallway a few times a week, they carry this aching feeling around inside them because you’re gone, and they miss you, and they don’t know why you left but it must’ve been their fault and they should’ve stopped you and they should’ve told you they loved you more and that feeling is never going to go away. And so you killed yourself

but you killed everyone else around you too. 

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reblog and make a wish! this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)