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jising-jisang-jisung · 3 years ago

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I posted 707 times in 2021

270 posts created (38%)

437 posts reblogged (62%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 1.6 posts.

I added 404 tags in 2021

#hals.txt - 130 posts

#jising jisang jisung - 66 posts

#anon - 34 posts

#em 🌞 - 34 posts

#mlb stuff - 30 posts

#master tag - 27 posts

#laura 🐯 - 24 posts

#park jisung - 21 posts

#neowritingsnet - 20 posts

#fic recs - 18 posts

Longest Tag: 105 characters

#and we also happened to have our best chance at winning the title but lost just before we could get there

My Top Posts in 2021

Genre: fluff :)

Word count: <1k

A/n: sorry I've had this request forever but never got it out but here it is! Happy jisung day everyone

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Jisung has pretty lips. Especially when he smiles and they almost make a heart shape. His eyes are also pretty. Even if they're small, they just look perfect on his face. Speaking of his face, what a perfect nose. And to tie it all together that mole just outside his lips. Sigh. You think all of this to yourself because it's much more interesting than anything your teacher was saying. What was she saying?

"Y/n? Y/n, I asked you a question," she sternly scolds you.

"I'm sorry, what did you ask?" you feel heavily embarrassed and can feel the heat rising to your cheeks.

Trying your best to stay focused for the rest of class, you are more than ecstatic when the bell rings for that period. Caught up in your own little world you don't notice the lingering eyes of a specific boy in your class that you happen to have a crush on.

This is a pretty typical day for you, mindlessly thinking about a certain tall, dark-haired boy instead of your actual classes. What you had never accounted for was the idea that someone could hear you.

If you can hear me right now, sneeze. You jokingly think to yourself, just in case. So, when the boy on your brain sneezed a few seconds later, your heart rate slightly increased. Surely it was a coincidence, right? If you can hear me, cough. You think again, just as a precautionary matter. The boy coughed slightly before asking to go to the drinking fountain. Now you were really considering the possibility, but it wasn't real, right?

By the end of the class period, you were nearly shaking from overthinking about it. There’s absolutely no way. You try to convince yourself that you’re just being silly, and honestly that’s the truth. The only reason you’re even considering it is that no matter how many dumb little tests you did, he passed every single one.

“Hey, y/n,” a familiar voice pulls you out of your thoughts.

It’s him. You think to yourself. “Oh hey, Jisung.”

“I was just wondering if you’re free this Friday,” he sounds confident, but the way he refuses to make eye contact shows that he is still a tinge shy about it.

You’re in the middle of a mental debate with yourself. Is it a date? No, probably not. Why would Park Jisung ask me out on a date?

“I mean, are you free to go out with me?” He changed the phrasing but still avoided the word in question. So it is a date? “Yes, y/n, it’s a date,” he smacks his hand over his mouth like he said something wrong, and you realize that it’s because you hadn’t actually questioned the idea of the date out loud, you had only thought about it.

Park Jisung, can you read my mind? He blinks once. Can you hear my thoughts? He blinks again, making no other movements. “Jisung,” you exhale.

“Yes?”

“Answer the question,” you huff. He does nothing more than blink once in response. Jisung, I like you. Well, that finally got a reaction out of him. His ears slowly turn a tinge of red as his face seems to move without his knowledge. He opens and closes his mouth, unable to piece together any sentence fragments. By now you’ve come to your own conclusion on the matter. Park Jisung, I would love to go on a date with you on Friday. He nods as you skip away to your next destination.

142 notes • Posted 2021-02-05 17:40:39 GMT

Doing boyfriend!Jaemin's makeup fluff

“Pleeaaase,” you pout at your boyfriend, Jaemin, who is currently slouched on your sofa with one leg hanging over its arm.

“I already said yes, y/n, you don’t have to whine,” he jokingly glares at you.

“Yes!” you cheer. “Come sit over here,” you point at another chair by your mirror.

He does as told, and you start putting moisturizer and primer on his face. Once his skin was prepped, you realized the angle was a bit difficult so you plopped yourself in his lap without a second thought. He huffs, eyes going big as he adjusts you slightly. He relaxes again, his hands finding their way to rest on the tops of your thighs, near your hips. All without saying a word to each other, you put a full face of makeup on him.

“All done,” you smile at him.

“Did you make me pretty?” He looks up at you, batting his mascara coated eye lashes.

“You were already pretty,” you giggle, “but yes, you look pretty with the makeup.”

He swivels you around, maneuvering to look in the mirror behind you. “Wow, it looks good, but I think this lip color would look better on you than me,” he admits, tightening his grip on you.

He lunges his pink puckered lips at you as you try your best to dodge his love filled attacks. He lets out a muffled, “stay still,” as he finally manages to capture your lips in his. He pulls back, a proud smile on his face. “I was right, it does.”

180 notes • Posted 2021-05-10 21:00:55 GMT

Park Jisung Masterlist

☆ favorite ♧ series

Secret Smooches

Name Your Price

I Believe

The First Date

Christmas Cookies

Daisy notes☆♧ (open ended)

2:13 pm

His Bucket Full of Dinosaurs

9:02 pm

Scary Movie

2:23 pm

Cutely Clumsy

9:32 am☆

Pinching Game

Box of Chocolates

9:38 pm☆

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Making Out

Fluff prompt 6+21☆

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186 notes • Posted 2021-06-16 16:41:01 GMT

8:54 pm fluff

"Hey Jeno can I wear this? It's kinda chilly," you ask the boy sitting next to you on the couch. The two of you had been watching a movie together like usual. It was a tradition that started years ago for you to spend Thursday nights curled up, watching really terrible movies.

He looks to the hoodie he had recently taken off and nods. The thought of you wearing his clothes leaving a slight pink tint across his cheeks and the tips of his ears.

You slip the hoodie over your head, relishing in its newfound warmth. Breathing in, you unintentionally inhale his scent. It smelled good. That thought hadn't crossed your mind before now, but you smile unconsciously at it.

Turning your head, Jeno is already looking right back at you. "Do I look silly?" You giggle, pulling your sweater covered hands up to your face.

"Just a little bit," he says, leaning in closer. "I'll fix it." He brings his hands up to your head, smoothing out the hair you assume was messy from putting on the hoodie. He sits still for just a moment, clearly deliberating something in his mind. You jut out your lip, looking up at him as he leant down and placed his lips to your forehead.

It seems like he notices what he did as he shoots backwards, nearly knocking himself off the couch. "There," he nods at you, "much better."

"Thank you," you shyly cheer, suddenly very aware of the way Jeno makes your heart beat faster.

198 notes • Posted 2021-05-04 01:12:06 GMT

1:57 pm, fluff, no warnings

"Can I pet your hair?" You shyly ask Renjun. You'd be lying if you said it hadn't taken you multiple weeks to build up the courage to ask.

"Huh," he acts like he couldn't hear you. Upon realizing you were not going to repeat yourself, he smiles, nodding. "Y/n, please play with my hair."

He takes a seat in front of the sofa, patting the cushion for you to sit behind him. You offer him the remote and he turns on some cartoons as you slip your fingers through his scalp. His hair was soft and fluffy, just as you expected. Even though it had been bleached and dyed, it still looked healthy.

He hums a little, letting you know that he likes it. Slowly, he leans his head back, it landing in your lap. He looks at you upside down. "Y/n?"

"Yes," you stammer, feeling the heat of your blush all over your face.

"Can I kiss you?"

You glance at his lips. They looked so pink and sweet. You gulp, shakily agreeing. Never removing your gaze from his lips, you note the way they turn upward in a smile after your answer. You lean down to push together your lips, feeling that same grim of his against your own.

Sitting back upright, you look at him for some sort of clue as to how he felt about it. He's still looking up at you, a wide smile on his mouth that previously connected with yours, and crinkled eyes showcasing sparkles and genuineness. He licks his lips subconsciously and turns around facing you. "Can you do it again?"

198 notes • Posted 2021-05-29 23:27:30 GMT

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lucasburch · 4 years ago

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sorceressmidnight · 7 years ago

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Midnight Sorceress

Chapter: 7/? [1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - ?]

Chapter 7: Good Guy Tony

Words: 1443

Warnings: Some cursing, bruises, hospitalization, broken bones

Primarily following the events of the Marvel Cinematic Universe, it revolves around an original character.

Description as posted on ao3: A member of SHIELD is forced to struggle with her mental stability and keeping her secret as the craziness surrounding the Avengers crashes around her. She ends up befriending Tony and Pepper, who help out her mental health a great deal, but will they be able to help her with her secret? Something that could destroy her if she uses it too much… What will happen when Tony tries to convince her to use it to help the Avengers?

Read on ao3: here

Tags: @txnystarkimagines @h0bsyrup

Hit me up if you want to be tagged in future chapters.

This chapter happens during Age of Ultron and somewhat after.

Tony plopped down on the bed, kicking his shoes off and letting them plop to the floor. It was the room that Clint and Laura was letting him stay in until they left to finish the fight that had been started. He heard the door open and turned his head to see Kiana walking into the room with him, closing the door behind herself. She pulled her shoes off, grabbing the ones he let fall to the floor and setting both pairs next to the door. He sat up and looked at her as she sat down at the edge of the bed. “Hey,” she smiled softly. “Hey…” he offered a half smile, “Ugh… I seriously can’t believe this.” He groaned as he plopped back against the bed, covering his face with his arm. “We’re stuck here… while he’s out there… he’s out there doing who knows what!” She crawled up further on the bed, leaning on her elbows while lying next to him. “We all need to allow ourselves a second to breathe. If we rush out there right now, who knows what’ll happen.” “We don’t have a second to breathe! This is worse than New York! He can access anything on the internet! It’s not just a bunch of enemies shooting at us and breaking buildings! I... “ He buried his face into his hands, slightly pulling at the ends of his hair. She gently grabbed his hands and pulled them off of his face, staring down at him and giving a soft smile. “We’ll figure this out together. We’re like a family. We have each other’s back.” He looked up at her as she spoke, eyes widening as he looked over her neck, a large bruise there around where Ultron had grabbed her by the throat. He reached his hand to gently touch the bruise, eyes watering as his lips parted, struggling to find the words he wanted to say. He pulled her against his chest, holding her tightly and resting his head against the top of hers. “This is my fault… I… I got you hurt… This… This would have never happened if I didn’t insist on bringing you out to fight… Pepper was right. I should have let you go with her when she left…” “Tony…” “I’m so stupid… I have to stop him…” he was brought out of his daze by the sharp feeling of nails pinching his cheeks, a stern look from the female he was holding. “Tony. You didn’t know what was going to happen. I’m sure that girl used her powers to make you see something she wanted you to. She fed on your paranoia. People make mistakes Tony… the best thing we can do is work to fix them as best as we can and I’ll be with you the entire time. ‘Kay?” She smiled brightly at him, gentle blue eyes filled with hope meeting harsh brown eyes holding a mixture of anger, self hatred, and sorrow. He gently cupped his hand over her cheek, pulling her face down before pressing his lips against hers. Her eyes widened, a red flushing over her cheeks before swiftly pulling back and staring down at him with widened eyes. “T-Tony… I know you’re upset… but what about Pep?” He sighed, covering his face with his hands. “I know… I’m sorry. I… dunno. I’m just so confused. I’ve never felt like this before…” He groaned. “Well… why don’t you talk about it? What are you confused about?” Her expression changed as she talked, slightly worried about him. “I… It’s just… I think... I like both you and Pepper? I don’t know… You’ve both been there for me in different ways… I’ve never been more comfortable than when you both have been living with me… Yet I’m still extremely worried… I’m terrified of anything happening to either of you.” She couldn’t help but laugh, resting head against his chest as she tried to stop herself. His brows furrowed, pouting slightly and poking her cheek. “I’m having a moment, what the heck is so funny?” his tone was offended, but his expression showed he was joking. “You don’t remember, do you?” she laughed, looking up at him. “Just continue or let me finish being emotional for the first time in my life,” he jokingly mocked, knowing she knew that was definitely not true. “You were joking a while ago, when you were flirting with me,” she rolled her eyes with a giggle, “you made a comment about convincing Pepper to be poly. I dunno how she’ll even feel about the idea, but we can talk it over when things calm down a little. She’s a lot more understanding than a lot of people I know. I mean being polyamorous isn’t even that unusual. There are a lot of people who are in poly relationships. We’ll work on that later, though. Right now we have to focus on saving the world, mmkay?” He gave a soft smile in response, kissing her cheek and nodding before letting his head fall back on the pillow.

Tony ran into the hospital room, barely having time to breathe after landing. He frantically looked through the numbered rooms, almost missing it before sliding around and making his way into the room. “Oh, hey Tony…” Kiana weakly murmured from the hospital bed, bandages around her head, covering her eye. There were bandages on her arms as well, while the rest of her was covered with the sheet. “What did the doctor say?” he asked so fast, he forgot to breathe until he managed to get it out, taking a deep breath afterwards. “I should’ve stopped you from coming… I… I should’ve taken better precautionary actions to make sure it didn’t happen…” he murmured to himself. “Hey… It’s not that bad. I just need to take it easy for a while and let my body heal up. He said I should avoid using my powers for up to a month and up to a year or two before I can use my powers at their full potential again. It just means I’ll have to get used to cooking with my own two hands again,” she laughed softly. “Don’t worry, I’ll hire you a personal chef. I want you doing as little as possible until you’re completely better.” He leaned down, hugging her as he rested his head on her shoulder. “What other problems did the doctor say?” “A couple of broken ribs, some other broken bones…” she winced softly, rubbing her head. “C-can you call the nurse? S-sorry… I’ve been having trouble thinking due to the pain... “ “Yeah, of course. Anything you need, just let me know.” He walked out the door to find a nurse.

Tony visited Kiana every single day she was still in the hospital, making arrangements at the tower to make it easier for her to get around while still healing up. It was between five to six months before she returned to the tower. The two were sitting on the couch, her surrounded with lots of pillows, as he brought up some clips off of the internet. “This kid has been acting like a vigilante. His whole scheme is like spider boy or something.” “Super human abilities or just?” “It seems like it, just watch,” he responded, starting the video as it showed someone dressed up in red and blue running around and stopping minor criminals. They watched some more videos, most of them being news clips, but some being random recording from people on the street watching the incident happen in front of them. “Lemme guess,” she pursed her lips as the last video was stopped, “you want to recruit him for the Avengers?” “No. I mean he seems like he would be a useful ally, but I don’t think I’d want to drag him into this. I already know who he is, so I can go visit him when I need to, but I want to try to avoid that for now.” “Oh yeah? Is he a teen?” “Good guess. I don’t want to drag him down into this lifestyle if I can avoid it… but… if need be I will go recruit him.” “Good guy Tony trying to let Spider boy live his life as normally as he can.” “Shut up,” he laughed, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and pulling her head against his own shoulder. “Anyway, I got some of your favorite movies and food is on the way.” “Good. Pizza?” “Yeah and some other stuff. Might be a few ding dongs.” “Ding dong,” she giggled and pressed his nose, looking at the television as a movie started.

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losingsiide-archive-blog · 8 years ago

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( headcanons ) so i wanted to make a list of all those super lil thing sherlock does, like all his lil quirks and ticks and habits and why he does them. i put it under a read more because its sort of long and mostly for my own reference honestly.

he counts his steps while he’s walking. it’s information that’s come in handy before. knowing how many steps he has to take to get from baker street to scotland yard can give him a better estimate on how long it will take than simply timing himself, because the speed at which he walks varies depending on who he’s with. he also tends to count the steps of whoever he’s walking with. it’s not a conscious thing, but he definitely catches himself doing it. it also helps when trying to fall in step with people.

he studies people, like, all the time. even when he isn’t working, sometimes he’ll go to a restaurant and try to deduce the people around him. he can never confirm his deductions, but it helps to have the mental exercise to keep him occupied. it’s his first line of defense against boredom.

he collects business cards, keys, ticket stubs, and flyers. they’re useful for one reason or another. he always needs to expand his network, so he collects business cards in case he’s ever in need of that particular service. he collects keys even for doors he doesn’t know he’ll need to open. he puts tags on them with dates and locations, and has keys to most of his frequently visited places as well as quite a few of his friends’ apartments. ticket stubs and flyers, for alibis and useful local information. he keeps those filed away, organized by date.

he reads the obituaries in papers and does the crosswords, but doesn’t care for any other part of the newspaper. he finds it all boring save for the dead and the puzzles.

he can’t watch game shows without yelling out the answers. he can’t do it. he’ll watch anything that john lets him. he also enjoys reality tv, but hates detective movies, or most other movies and shows for that matter. he prefers reading nonfiction for entertainment, or hiding something of john’s and watching as he scrambles to find it.

he always knows what direction he’s walking in, and can tell you the coordinates of baker street, scotland yard, and a few other important places. this is more of a practical measure than anything.

he tends to pace when he’s bored, and it’s the first sign that he needs something to do. he has no regard for furniture when he does this.

he has no regard for furniture ever, actually. he’ll step over anything regardless of what it is, often putting his foot on papers that could be important.

he always wears shoes, except when he goes to bed, when he takes those off but keeps his socks on. he tends to fall asleep fully dressed as well.

he eats fucking like three things. i’ve talked about this so many times but sherlock is such a picky eater. he really likes italian food, though, and most of his issues with certain foods go away when it’s from his favorite place. he mostly eats pasta ( plain or with butter/olive oil and parmesan cheese ), apples, bread ( mostly from his favorite bakery, occasionally toasted ), dairy products, and sometimes chicken. he doesn’t eat red meat and won’t touch fish.

he taps his foot when he’s impatient or annoyed. also tends to sigh, put his hands on his hips, cross his arms over his chest, all body language he displays on purpose.

he often looks at the sky to tell the time. its mostly to show off.

he pulls at his hair when he’s frustrated, and he yells if people talk to him. frantic hand movements are also common.

he runs more than he walks tbh. he thinks walking is slow and only does so if he has to.

he sleeps rarely, but when he finally does, he’s impossible to wake up. he has the same nightmare almost every time he sleeps, which contributes to why he doesn’t ever want to go to bed.

he tends to cut himself off and follow fleeting thoughts into tangents. often, he’ll be having a conversation and suddenly begin yelling about bees/old cases/whether mrs. hudson dusted the mantle.

he tends to interrupt people, but is lowkey a good listener. he just has to care about what’s being said to him. he’s okay with clients if they’re interesting, and usually isn’t awful with his friends if they’re saying something relevant.

he talks to himself sometimes. a lot, actually. sometimes he doesn’t know he’s talking to himself. he’ll just start talking and hope someone is listening, because voicing his thoughts helps him think.

he tends to start working on cases in his head when he’s doing anything he doesn’t want to be doing.

he has organized rooms in his mind palace and one of them is dedicated to unsolved cases that he’s never personally worked on, but likes to play with when he’s bored.

he gets cold easily, and yes, this is why he wears the coat all the time. between him and mrs. hudson, the flat is often unusually warm.

he prefers sitting wherever he can get to an exit quickly. he also hates having his back to doors. he tends to stray towards corners and walls in crowded rooms, and automatically scan for weapons as a precautionary measure, especially if he’s with someone he loves.

he can’t solve rubiks cubes and this angers him endlessly.

he doesn’t know how to drive. he knows the theory behind it, but driving has never been necessary for him. he is confident that if he ever had to get behind the wheel of a car, he would do fine.

he knows a lot of random little facts. well, to everyone else they’re random. to him, they’re important. but he does occasionally rattle some off to impress others.

he has to have a window seat wherever he’s sitting. the windows are 90% of the reason he likes baker street so much. mrs. hudson is the other 10%.

he tends to dance around the flat when nobody is home. he often dances with mrs. hudson as well, and it’s one of the surefire ways to cheer him up. he danced with her at her husband’s execution as well.

he can sing but doesn’t know it. he hates singing, actually. don’t ask him to do it because he’ll roll his eyes at you.

he’ll probably roll his eyes at you anyways, he tends to do that whenever he’s bored or annoyed or tired or angry or...literally pick a negative emotion, that’s when he rolls his eyes. or when someone does something endearing but he can’t tell them that.

#◈ trying to make my own interpretation of an interpretation. ⟶ ⸢ headcanons. ⸥#yes there are 29 of them and no you dont have to read them to write with me #i mean def do because i wrote them and they're good and some are wholesome but #yeah

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pipesandsushipersonal · 8 years ago

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Update [Trigger Warning] : The censoring of victims never ends

There will always be someone wanting to shut others up, to make the sensitive topics invisible. Whether they know it or not and regardless of their reasons, this creates an atmosphere that makes those who are affected by these topics invisible as well.

Tonight, my mother told me something I’ve heard from her numerous times before. It seems no matter how many times she repeats it, however, it never hurts less. And it never invalidates less.

Trigger warning for the topics in the first 2 tags.

A little background: I am nineteen (19) now and have been in therapy for about a decade so far. Tomorrow is my first psychiatrist appointment at my new counseling center. I aged out of my previous center, and it’s taken a little while for me to get set back up. Now that I have, it’s time to re-tell my background, my ‘story’ so to speak. Again. This is something I always dread with new places. I hate not only having a growing list of strangers who know these details (no matter how legally bound these professionals are to silence), but especially having to say them. During intake you really only say a very brief summary of what has happened in your life (that which affects your mental health) but one question alone can be heavy and incredibly loaded in a way that just answering yes or no gives them so much information on its own. Delicate information, especially if you are still considered a minor by the law.

You see, for one under the age of 18, this question could very well mean the destruction of your home life, or at least the disruption of your life. I am not under 18 as stated before, but that fear of what could occur were I to answer yes is still very deeply instilled in me.

Anyway. I only mentioned that because it provides necessary background to understand the small conversation that I had (or didn’t have) with my mother.

She called me over to where she was sitting on the recliner watching t.v., saying she needed to ask me something. She hesitated, saying she didn’t want me to get angry, and I urged her to just say whatever it was on her mind. I assumed it was about my boyfriend, some sort of precautionary statement about who know’s what. She took me slightly by surprise, however, and instead said that tomorrow at my appointment she didn’t want me to mention anything about my brother. I didn’t understand what she meant at first, I guess I just thought she was over that. Apparently not.

She asked me not to mention what happened with him, to basically Lie. Again. This is the same as when I was little. Throughout my entire childhood and until now, Every Single time that she suspected I’d be presented with the chance to speak out I was censored, shut up, silenced. I will say I understand she just wants to protect her other child, I always have. What I still cannot take is how much she doesn’t understand why that hurts.

When she said that I didn’t really reply, just walked back to what I was doing, trying not to get upset. She then said “Or just tone it down, don’t say the whole extent”. I told her, this is just for medication, none of that is relevant in this appointment and will not be asked. I wasn’t going to tell her yes or no, partly because I had already answered their questions in the intake and partly because this many years later it is no longer a possibility for it to affect him in any way. What I say, due to my age, is now 100% confidential. I am now an adult and whether I tell them or not, they cannot take it into their own hands which is what had happened in the past. She has no reason to worry, so I tried to tell her not to without getting into an actual conversation because lord knows I was already getting upset as it was.

Once again, this is to be swept under the rug. I am to keep quiet and look after everyone else except myself I suppose.

It’s whatever, I guess. There’s nothing I can do to stop those words from coming out of her mouth each and every time I am to meet with someone new in the mental health system. It just hurts, and I can’t avoid that sinking feeling I get in my gut when I hear her say that.

It just takes me straight back to the times I was told the same thing when I was a child. And the feeling of being silenced never changes.

#tw: child abuse #tw: neglect #trigger warning #personal #host post #update

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chimchiminiekookie · 8 years ago

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Soulless Youth

Summary: She wanted freedom but craved for restraints, a wilting flower sheltered in her own home who was suddenly thrust into a boarding school she considered the closest to be the outside world which was filled with politicians, beautiful young men and aristocrats. They were reckless and obnoxious, but maybe they’re just what she needed, “We may be young forever, but don’t be fooled; that doesn’t make up for the fact that we’re a dying breed, we might as well live it up.”

Pairing: bts x reader

Genre: vampire!bts

Word Count: 5,322

AN: Hi guys, unfortunately, I’ve been hit with terrible writer’s block and unless I got this out on here, I would’ve have been able to clear my head even a little. I’ve really wanted to start on Between Worlds again but I can’t seem to find the inspiration.

Character Profiles

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“The earliest memory I have is snow, and this isn’t some bullshit I watched from an anime or something. It really is snow.” You stared at the plain black long-sleeved dress with a collar from a white button collar while recalling the last time you saw your mother then at the woman currently folding your clothes and putting them in the large black suitcase neatly, “Man, I’ll really miss you Agatha, you’re like my personal therapist except you aren’t human and I don’t want to feed off of you.”

“Miss Y/N” she gave you a playfully stern look.

“Yes Agatha?” You got up to quickly change. The dress came down to your mid-thigh while the black heels you were currently putting on only made your legs seem longer.

“I will miss our talks and your random outbursts.” She smiled lovingly at you.

“Yeah, well in the past 180 years you’ve been with us, I like you best out of those who have come and gone.”

“Which must be why I am the longest as well.” She turned away from you, but you knew she was going to cry.

“You’re getting my clothes wet Agatha.” You walked towards her slowly and hugged her from behind. “Please don’t cry. How I will ever fare without you is beyond me.” You tucked her hair behind her ear.

“It’s just that you’re leaving, and what will I do with my time now?” She wiped at her eyes, “I get dreadfully bored of taking care of the garden and cleaning everything.”

“Shh now, I’ll come back. Don’t worry Agatha.” You pulled her up with you and hugged her from the front.

“I’ve watched you grow up from when you were just a baby and I just don’t want to see you get hurt out there, times have changed, but those damned vampire hunters still exist.”

“Which is why I’ll be attending Cross Academy, exclusively for vampires.” You broke apart from the hug and grabbed her arms, “I’ll be fine, and besides, if you get bored here so much, just leave. Father said you could, why you insist on staying here is beyond me.”

“Because I live only to serve the house of Erebus.” She curtsied.

“Are we even paying you?” You laughed.

“Generously Miss Y/N” She stated in a matter of fact, “Actually, I get paid more than your private tutor.” She was getting started again; she was going to rand about why you shouldn’t go to Cross Academy.

“Agatha,” You looked at her, “Finish up here and I’ll talk with my father, once you’re finished ask the driver to load my things.”

“Right away Ma’am.”

You scurried out the door and dragged your feet across the marble flooring which was a stark contrast to the carpeted floor in you room and started climbing a spiral staircase leading to the third floor. Upon reaching the third floor, you were faced with two large mahogany doors. Before you could even knock, the voice in your head beat you to it.

“Come in Darling.” Your father had the ability

“Father.” You stand near a bookshelf unmoving

He looks up from his book, “A War Between Species” a book you’ve undoubtly read over five times already, “Ah, Y/N look how much you’ve already grown! Now I know you may not be a hundred percent on board with a decision like this but I want you to know that at your age, we need to start planning for the future, more importantly, your political future. We’re in no hurry but it won’t hurt to expose oneself to the comrades she must get to know correct?”

“Yes father, if I’m not mistaken that is the fourth plan of action from Tactics in Breeding the Correct Politicians” You bowed and he smiled gesturing to the seat near the window.

You walked to it slowly as he spoke, “You see Y/N, I have big plans for you. One day I see you sitting next to me right at the top of the council not just as my daughter but a fellow leader. I believe exposure is the top priority here. Purebloods, Nobles or half-bloods, Lowbloods, and the Ashbloods, you will lead them with me one day, and this is just a precautionary measure to assure both you and me that when that day comes, you can handle it and I can expect you to win.”

“I understand father.” Your face remained emotionless staring out the window at Agatha and the driver perhaps his name was Robert as they loaded you luggage onto the car.

“That’s all I ever wanted dear.” You suddenly felt your father’s cold hand on your shoulder as his fingers gave it a reassuring squeeze, “I expect nothing but the best from you.”

“Of course.”

“Remember, you are from a long line of purebloods, do nothing to disgrace the name of the House of Erebus.” He gave you a stern look, “Nothing of the sort of what you’ve done in the past.” His voice suddenly popped in your head.

Getting up, you walked to the door and he followed swiftly behind, “Of all the things I’ll miss here, I think it’s your sudden outbursts of telepathic conversation which I’ll miss most father.”

“As will I, dear.” He hugged you tightly and led you down the stairs to the open doors.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to, how do kids these days put it?” He thought for a moment, “Tag along?”

Laughing, you shook your head, “No need father. Just don’t forget to feed the dogs, or to get Agatha or whoever maid is available, and don’t forget your blood tablets, I swear, without me around for the past hundred years, you would’ve died from accidental starvation.” You gave him a quick peck on the cheek and entered the car, “Goodbye father, I will miss you terribly so.”

“Don’t fret dear, you’ll be home for the holidays anyway.” He gave you a rare smile, which made you realize how old your father really had been, the wrinkles near his eyes were slowly appearing, which was probably due to his lack of blood consumption, and his lips were chapped you noted just as you licked your own.

On the cross country drive to the academy the sun started to shine bright on you in comparison to its lower and less irritating angle and brightness, this only made you want to sleep, which you did. By the time Robert woke you up, it was nightfall. You looked around at the other cars, some students were brought by their parents, probably lowbloods whose parents who still weren’t sure as to whether this was a good idea or not. Most of them however were just like you, driven by drivers with no parent/s in sight. You stood to the side (with Robert’s persistence) as you watched him unload your luggage; matte black suitcases of different sizes were slowly being piled on top of one another. A hand was suddenly perched on your shoulder when you looked behind you find the culprit, you came face to face with a man, he was tall and gave you a leering smile but bowed to you to your surprise, slowly you bowed back.

“Hello, you must be new here. Judging from the house emblem on your suitcases there, you’re Y/N, I am the headmaster here. Feel free to call me Mr. Choi; however, to the college students here, I am Professor Choi.” He gave a light laugh, which you followed suit awkwardly.

He cleared his throat then looked back at you, “anyway, this is your schedule, and on the next page, I’ve indicated your dorm, a map of the school grounds and the key to the house. I wish you the best of luck.” He shook your hand and went on his way but stopped halfway, “Before I go however, I must advise you that if a certain boy namely Kim Taehyung offers you something he’d created himself, please do turn down his offer.” And with that he left.

You looked down at the map he’d given you and you read the names, it seems the dorms were named after flowers and the one you’re assigned to is the Rose dorm, the nearest one there was the Lilac dorm a few blocks to the right and the Chrysanthemum dorm a few blocks to the left.

“Lead the way ma’am, I’ll take care of the luggage.” You heard Robert’s struggling voice behind you which you took as a sign to walk faster.

You stopped in front of the open metal gates to gape at the large house, calling this a dorm is an insult to its mere existence. It looked like something straight out of the Renaissance, a classic gothic look with a Romantic finish.

“ehem.” Someone cleared their throat behind you which made you look at him. He had pink hair and was dressed semi formally with black slacks cut at where the ankle meets the leg a graphic black and white tee tucked into it topped with a formal blazer that matched the color of his slacks and a pair of boots, “You must be Y/N, my name is Namjoon-“

“You’re Kim Namjoon from the House of Malkave.”

“Oh, uh, yes that is correct and if I’m not mistaken you’re from the House of Erebus?” You quickly nodded and he chuckled, “Why don’t we get inside? I’ll have Jungkook, or Jimin handle your luggage out here, seeing as we are not allowed to let outsiders within the home.”

“Sure.” You gave nod to Robert who quickly left to get your remaining luggage.

“So, you know your vampire houses.” He led the way as you aimlessly followed.

“That I do, I was given months’ worth of lessons on the history of our most prominent houses all from the classic to the modern.” You kicked a pebble off the path you were walking on, “I didn’t know I would be sharing dorm with boys?”

“Actually, about that.” He pinched the bridge of his nose, “You’ll be the first girl to inhabit this dorm, and I will apologize in advance to any mental scarring that you may suffer one day.” He opened the door for you but upon stepping inside, you were greeted by the lobbying area where an orange haired boy dressed in a loose white shirt, tight black jeans, boots and finished with a blue leather jacket sat as he drank red liquid from a champagne glass.

“Namjoon! It’s about time you got here. Did they change my blood tablets? This tastes like shit more than usual.” He swirled the liquid in the glass. Namjoon quickly peered at the tray of closed of tablets.

“That’s because this is Taehyung’s. Yours probably hasn’t arrived yet assuming that you haven’t registered in the main lobby at the front desk, and please remember your manners, we must know our places.”

“How the hell was I supposed to know where that was? If I recall correctly, you told me to treat you just like how I would treat Jungkook.” He chuckled.

“You would’ve seen it had you been paying attention once you got out the car, and I said that in hopes that you treat him with respect.” You could hear the frustration in Namjoon’s voice.

“You of all people should know by now that I’m the last person you’d ever think of doing that.” The orange haired boy let out a laugh, then proceeded to look sternly at his glass, “Type O tastes like shit.” He sniffed in the air then quickly snapped his head in your direction, “She however, smells delicious.” He licked his lips.

Namjoon cleared his throat and gave Jimin a stern look, “Jimin, we mustn’t forget our manners now, this is Y/L/N Y/F/N from the House of Erebus.” Namjoon looked towards you then sighed, “This was what I was apologizing for.”

“It’s fine.” You waved him off.

Jimin looked from you to Namjoon then stood up and bowed, “I’m very sorry if I offended you.”

“Oh! No! It’s fine, no offense meant, and none taken.” You laughed. Jimin stood back up slowly looking at you then sat back down and stared at the drink he was probably contemplating on finishing or throwing out.

“This on the other hand is Park Jimin.” He gestured to the young man who continued to ignore your presence after his apology, “He was Taehyung’s roommate last year.”

“I’m thinking of switching to Kookie this year. Taehyung kept me up with his stupid chemistry set and I can’t remember how many times I had to take a day from school after falling ill whenever I taste his creations.” Jimin shuddered at the mere memory, “But if you choose to give us the biggest room this year, I’m pretty sure the three of us can share.” He gave Namjoon a wink, “At least Tae can pressure Kookie to drink his damn potions instead of me.”

“No can do Jimin, Yoongi already asked for that room last year, and judging from all the music equipment he loaded in here earlier, I believe he’ll be using it to its full extent.”

“Then who’s he rooming with this year? Yoongi was complaining about Hoseok’s unending supply of energy the last time we met up. I doubt they’ll stay together this year, if he’s getting the big room, might I suggest a dorm mate with the initials of PJ?” He gave Namjoon a charming smile which he replied to with a scoff.

“Well, at first he wanted to be alone, but given the size of the room, I couldn’t allow that so I’ve already agreed to be his roommate, he doesn’t want to room with any of you because I believe the term he used was ‘animals’. I don’t see why you don’t just room by yourself. I believe Kookie will be by himself this year, the abundance of rooms in this place allows us to do so anyway.”

“Well, I get lonely. What about Jin?” The air got tense as Namjoon was stuck in silence.

“We’ll talk about that with everyone at dinner, for now, just get your things ready, choose a damn roommate or not and get ready for dinner.” You squeaked at Namjoon’s outburst but followed him up the stairs nonetheless to a room all the way down at the end of the corridor to the right.

“Now, I apologize for that outburst, but as you may know, I am the second born of three. Jin you may not know is our eldest brother, while Taehyung is our youngest.” He stopped in front of a dark brown door and turned to you, “You may not be used to a room of this size, however, you don’t really have a roommate so giving you one of the bigger rooms would be unfair. Feel free to visit any of the others once you meet them, but know that this dorm has rules. If you’re confused about anything, save all your questions for dinner and we’ll all be sure to answer them to the best of our ability. I will see you at dinner.” He left you standing there.

“Jungkook! Kindly retrieve Y/N’s luggage at the front gates and bring them to her room!” You heard Namjoon’s distant voice from the stairs. The door to your left suddenly opened and revealed a young man dressed in a blue fuzzy cardigan and a white shirt with embroidery and was taller than you by a few inches given the size of your heels. He slowly looked over at you and gave you a nod.

“Hey.” You gave him a quick nod in response and he was on his way, not even giving you a second glance.

You opened the door slowly and you were greeted with a room, not as big as the one back home, but one you didn’t have any complaints about it. The bed was pushed against the wall and the windows were shut, as were the curtains, a vanity was positioned directly across from the bed, and the closet remained shut but it looked big enough to fit all your clothes. A loud thud broke you out of your thoughts and when you looked over, it was the boy from earlier.

“I’m Jungkook.” He held out his hand.

“Y/N.” You shook it and he instantly smiled.

“Things may seem a little gloomy right now, but that’s only because everyone here hates unpacking.” He looked around the close to empty room then back at you, “I believe you’ll share the same opinions.” He laughed.

“Yeah, are you perhaps from the House of Ravnos.” You peered at his face closer.

“That I am, and you’re from the House of Erebus the house just above the Ravnos and the Malkave. Namjoon was freaking out when he found out a pureblood of your caliber would be joining us in class, just think of how he reacted when he found out we’d be sharing a house as well.” He laughed.

“Well there’s absolutely nothing to freak out over.” You stared at the ground, “I’m quite boring.”

“I wouldn’t say nothing.” He winked at you which had your face heating up. “Dinner’s at 9, don’t be late.” He started to leave then stopped in the doorway, “I’ll save a seat for you, right between Taehyung and I.” Then the door slammed shut.

You sighed and got started unpacking, staring at all the luggage you would have to unpack then repack when the semester was over. “Let’s get this over with.” You muttered under your breath.

Come 9 o’clock, you were already done unpacking, and you were feeling incredibly famished for blood. So when someone knocked on your door and muttered a quick “dinner’s starting.” You quickly got up and left the room, following the mop of mint green hair leading the way down the stairs. When you arrived at the dining room, Jungkook was waiting for you with a nearly empty chair that Jimin was trying to squeeze himself into.

“Yah! Jungkook! Just let me sit the fuck down! She can sit across from you!” His eyes were screwed shut as he tried to push Jungkook’s firm arm away from the seat.

“Then you sit across from her. Damn.” He sighed and finally successfully pushed Jimin off.

“Ah, Y/N, come sit. I just finished wrestling a tiny bear for your seat.” He glared at Jimin. You bowed slightly and walked over to the welcoming seat next to Jungkook and a boy whose brown hair was littered with mint green on the bangs.

“I’m Y/N.” You turned to the boy to your left with an open palm for a handshake but he completely ignored it and went for a spine-crushing hug.

“I’m Taehyung! But you can call me Tae.” His deep voice was a stark contrast to the personality he was showing you as he giggled deeply.

“You must be Namjoon’s younger brother.” You looked at his face closer, “You look nothing like him.”

“I’m cuter right?” He whispered. You giggled in response and nodded your head slightly.

“Alright! Seeing as everyone’s here, why don’t I introduce our newest dorm member.” Namjoon stood up at the end of the table and gestured for you to stand up as well, “This is Y/N. She’s from the House of Erebus, which as most of us may know is not as common as the Malkave or most pureblood houses you may have encountered.” He quickly lifted up the champagne glass filled with red liquid and the others followed in his lead. “Here’s to our newest member. May she find her place here quickly as our friend and closest ally. Long live the night of the Vampires.”

“Long live the night of the Vampires.” Everyone including you repeated quietly after him

You tipped your glass to your mouth and drank just as the others did, and like them, your eyes were also probably turning a different color as you drank. You looked around the table first at Jimin who sat directly across from you, his eyes had become a shocking ice blue with hints of white, next to him was the mint green haired boy who called you to dinner, his eyes were violet, to Jimin’s left was a boy with dark chocolate brown hair who eyes glowed a lighter brown, Namjoon was no longer drinking but he sat idle while his eyes continued to glow a bright yellow, you looked to your left towards Taehyung, who was already looking at you, his eyes were a soft grey, and finally to your right, Jungkook stared down at his plate and his eyes were shining red with specks of yellow and orange.

“Your irises are kind of white gray, they’re so pretty-“

“Wow Tae, you’re the one charmed by someone for a change.” The mint haired boy scoffed, his eyes were suddenly drawn on you.

“I’m Min Yoongi.” He nodded in your direction and gave you a faint smile.

“You’re from the House of Hio.” You gasped, “You’re a descendent of Shizuka Hio, one of the first ever pureblood vampires originating in Japan.”

“Yes I am, I think I’m her great great great great great great, however many greats grandson.” He lifted his glass to you, “Nice to know someone here knows and cares about our history.”

“You don’t have their signature silver hair though-“

“Oh he does! He just dyes it because he doesn’t like it when people concern him with his parents.” The dark chocolate hair boy butt in.

“But I have no problem talking about less annoying individuals such as Shizuka.” He paused to take a sip, “Thank you for that by the way.” You gave him a beaming smile and focused your attention to the boy who cut in earlier.

“I’m Jung Hoseok, from the House of Loredon.” He was the only one giving you a beaming smile at the table.

“You’re a Noble and your house is famous for its control on plants and their contributions to both the human and vampiric medical fields, but I believe you’re the only one who can control minds?”

“Ooooh! I like her! That’s actually called Concilium.” He jumped up and down in his seat.

“alright settle down, it looks like you know quite a lot about the family histories, why don’t you give us background information on our houses in the living room? We could also treat it as a way to get closer to you.” Namjoon suggested. Everyone quickly got up and walked to the living room and sat on the sofa while the others opted for the floor. You sat at the end of the sofa next to Jimin.

“How about we start with me?” Namjoon raised his hand, you swiftly nodded.

“You’re from the House of Malkave, known for their intellect. A powerhouse political player in the vampire council, and if I’m not mistaken your older brother’s being groomed to follow in your father’s footsteps as a council member.” You looked at Namjoon who bowed his head.

“Actually, they’ll be grooming me soon. Jin left with some lowblood he met in France I think her name was Rose. He hasn’t contacted us since.” He sighed, “I guess it was too much pressure on him, which is why I am proud to announce that Jung Hoseok will be the acting Vice President of this dorm.” Everyone quickly looked to Hoseok and started clapping.

You looked at Taehyung next, “You’re the youngest brother, but you don’t take after the Malkave genes, your mother is from the House of Tremier, and because you take after her, you can turn into different animals like her and your ancestors.” Taehyung was looking at you with a spaced out look as his mouth hung wide open. “You’re so cool.” He squealed which had you laughing.

“How about me?” Jungkook raised his hand.

“You’re from the House of Ravnos.” You smiled at him, “Much like my House, we aren’t exactly common people. We’re close in rarity, but far apart in political standing, your family is more aristocratic than political.” He nodded his head and gave you a high five. “But based from my father’s stories, your father is soon planning to attain a highly influential position in the council.”

“What about me?” You looked over at Jimin who’s had his eyes trained on you the moment he sat down.

“You’re Park Jimin.” You looked away from his intense gaze, “ You’re a noble from the House of Bordeau which originated in France your house was where they got the name Bordeaux from, even though you and Hoseok are nobles, you both are from prominent houses, so I assume that this dorm was specially selected which is why I am also here, and if I’m not mistaken, you’re Jungkook’s cousin. Which I also assume makes you two best friends?”

“Wow, she is good.” The room fell silent as they looked at each other but it was Yoongi who spoke up.

“You’re right about the dorms being specially chosen though, you’ve read the papers haven’t you? Riots have broken out over the ‘barbaric’ social system our community enacts and each one is getting messier than the last, that’s just a way to protect us, and to help us mingle with people more of our type or perhaps I should say caliber? Anyway, nobody complains seeing as nobody but us have noticed it since every pureblood out there is taught to believe that their bloodline is the best, and given that you’re a pureblood, you must have powers right? Only purebloods and some nobles are known to have them.” He crossed his arms on his chest and lifted his left leg over the other.

“That’s correct. I can manipulate and create lightning.” You held up two fingers pressed together as tiny sparks of lightning ignited from the tips. “I assume Namjoon’s is knowledge, aside from his house’s innate ability to disappear and reappear wherever and whenever.”

“That is correct. Even though my house is known for knowledge, I have the ability to absorb knowledge at a much faster rate than anyone else from the House of Malkave.”

“I have Vitalum Vitalis, I have the ability to bring people back from the dead.” Taehyung scoffed at Namjoon then pouted. It seems like he didn’t want to be overshadowed by his brother.

“What about Jin?” You looked around while they laughed.

“He’s a literal chick magnet.” Jimin slapped his knee while laughed. “He’s a natural pheromone, he could seduce even the straightest man if he wanted to.”

“ah, and what about you?” You looked at Yoongi.

“I can control sound waves.” He shrugged.

“Ah! Your House’s powers are in relation to sound because of Shizuka’s famous bells.”

“Yeah, they’re in my room actually, kept in a clear box where none of these idiots can play with them.”

“Yoongi isn’t biting someone’s head off for once, this is new.” Hoseok giggled.

“That’s because I can hold a conversation with her without wanting to do so Hoseok.” Yoongi’s tone gave Hoseok the idea to gulp down hard probably remembering his experience as Yoongi’s roommate last year.

“I can control fire.” Jungkook spoke up suddenly. “and based from my family’s abilities, I should be able to drive people insane if I wanted, but I don’t think I’ve mastered that just yet.” He smiled at you.

“I should be able to move things with my mind.” You looked at them. “My father and my ancestors are telekinetic, but I’m still learning, the best I can do is open a door and close it.” You opened and closed the front door with your mind to make a point. “It’s not even a smidge close to what my dad can do, I saw him lift the bookcases in his study once, that’s probably why he sent me here, since opening and closing a door is all I can do.” You rubbed your shoulder sheepishly as you lied through your teeth, the main reason your father sent you here was to ensure a strong political future. You looked at the boy who stayed silent on his abilities the whole time and you tapped his shoulder.

“What about you? What can you do?” You spoke to him softly as the others scattered in their own small conversations.

“If I told you I didn’t have a power, would you believe me?” He gave you a warmhearted smile.

“No.” You spoke straightforwardly, “You’re too special not to have a power. But if you don’t want anyone to know, that’s fine too.” You patted his lap and got up.

“Well, I think that’s enough for tonight.” You stretched your arms up, “Sorry if I wasn’t exactly a conversation starter.”

“Not at all Y/N! Actually, I think you’ve fit in perfectly with us.” Namjoon gave you a smile, which you returned before retreating to the stairs and walking to your room and softly closing the door.

You laid in bed and closed your eyes knowing full well you wouldn’t be sleeping seeing as it was only 5 AM, but sometimes you liked to pretend you were normal. You read books on mundane human life, and sometimes you even acted out conversations with Agatha, but that never tore you away from the fact that you were not human, you were not normal, normal people drank coffee in the morning or water, you drank blood, their night was your day, and your night was their day. You sighed and closed your eyes thinking back on the time spent bonding with the others, some of these boys are the heirs to their house, but they don’t seem as stiff as you. They laughed when they wanted to and they weren’t afraid to speak their minds, never have you ever felt more free, and never have you felt any closer to something as warm that you could consider friendship. The noise downstairs started to get louder, with music playing downstairs and loud yells from who you would assume to be Hoseok and Taehyung. An hour later, everything got quiet after Yoongi stomped down the stairs to yell at the “two idiots yelling their vocal cords off” and “the only sensible one who was foolishly condoning their behavior” you heard Hoseok and Taehyung stomp up the stairs after Yoongi while they complained about Yoongi decreasing the sound waves to a point that not even a mouse could hear the music.

You heard one door slam which was probably Yoongi, then another one, which meant that Taehyung and Hoseok decided to share a room. You remained clueless as to who the third person of the party of three downstairs was but that question was soon answered when someone knocked on your door softly. You got up to open it a tiny bit and peek outside only to find Jimin with one arm perched on the doorframe and the other arm positioned along his chest as he held his blue leather jacket over the back of his shoulder. He was looking down at his crossed feet but you could see the beads to sweat gracing his forehead and you noticed his hair was slightly messy probably due to running his hand through it, but even as he breathed slightly heavy, he still appeared to have a slight smile gracing his lips.

“Jimin.” He looked up.

“Hi, Y/N. Sorry about the noise, I told those two not to be so loud this early into the school year but they’re kind of dicks and-“

“It’s fine. It was actually kind of funny imagining how they looked, especially when Hoseok challenged Taehyung that he could turn into a bat ‘like how the cartoons perceived us’ and apparently proceeded to do so.” You giggled, Jimin looked at you with bright eyes and a grin to match.

“Yeah, Hoseok’s just kind of stupid. It’s Taehyung you should watch out for, he can make you question even the simplest of facts.” He paused and looked around, “He asked me one time if fish go to sleep and I swear I lost a week’s worth of sleep on that.” You laughed lightly at the comment and Jimin sighed.

“Anyway, I just wanted to stop by to say that I’ll be your neighbor.” He looked over his shoulder at the door to the right of you room, “and if you ever need anything just feel free to ask.” He stood up straight and waved goodbye. You were just about to close the door when he called your name once again, you stopped and opened the door completely once again only to come face to face with a smirking Jimin.

“Welcome to Cross Academy.”

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