#Human Jeon Jungkook

[chimmyxkookies]

🔷𝑺𝒖𝒈𝒂𝒓, 𝑺𝒑𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑷𝒊𝒙𝒊𝒆 𝑽𝒊𝒄𝒆🔷 🔸𝟭𝟱𝗸 🔸𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒅 🔸https://archiveofourown.org/works/41789331 ~ #Jikookau / #kookminau ~ Human JK ~ Cute/Sassy Pixie JM ~ Fluff ~ Harmless pranks 🔹𝑴𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒃𝒐𝒂𝒓𝒅: jkkcottagecore

🔹Written for jkkcottagecore

[jkvjimin]

(108/∞) the perfect nose for butterflies to land on it ♡

[sweetcarrotsandroses97]

Noirceur | JJK | Main Part

Pairing: demon! Jungkook x fem! human! Reader

Summary: A kiss. A curse. A tangled fate. A dark soul. His love breaks your fate, your bond cures his death. And a poetic dance that he traps you in, along with your own song that only he can hear. A story told wrong or in which Jungkook finds his lover after swimming through centuries of lost time and cursed minds.

Warnings: fluff?, angst, demon! Jungkook, black swan! Jungkook because I'm obsessed, toxic love, soft yandere?, obsession, implied kidnapping, dark fantasy, magic, curses, spells, blood, minor injuries, anxiety and feelings related to it, non-con kissing, kinda creepy, mentions of death, poetic writing, (let me know if I missed anything!)

Word Count: 3.1k words

A/N: I wrote this one in one sitting O.O, let me know what you think in the comments, darlings! Also, who else is obsessed with Black Swan Jungkook? Because I certainly am and this fic was inspired by the music video and my own ideas :D.

ALSO, this au is open for further parts if you request anything, darling! My inbox is open, lovelies xxx. This story will go how you like and I'll link all the parts into a Main Masterlist when something is requested for this story.

☕Caffeinate me so I can keep on writing! ☕

Noirceur: (noun). The state of being pitch black in colour; a state of lacking illumination.

The stories you have heard all your life were true. You didn't doubt it anymore.

From purity to evil. From light to the darkest night. A loneliness that turned into love, it morphed into an obsession. A claymation of a life, a soul. A being. A heart.

In the depths of hell where shadows writhe,

A demon walks, his heart alive.

His eyes, twin flames, burn with desire,

To find a soul, his dark empire.

The legend had changed, because Jungkook did not live in hell. His empire was situated over this very Earth. He had searched for centuries for that part of him, that part of him that was still alive. That part of his heart that was still beating and that should not fear him. That soulmate that was given to him by fate itself. That soulmate he wanted to claim. That lover he needed to possess.

He felt it when you entered the abandoned castle of arts, the large opera house where he had died many moons ago. He could no longer remember how he stopped being in the land of the living but he had never come across another one of his kind.

He was cursed. To live forever and torment the unfortunate souls of this world. He was cursed. To be alone in his long time punishment. He was cursed, his heart burned to ashes and his power rose from the depths of the earth.

But since you came across his path, Jungkook's punishment became a game for him to play. A game for you to endure.

You had been running endlessly through the infinite halls of the large opera house. Your naked feet were painted in crimson red as they bled with every step you took. You ran, passing through many hallways with many paintings hanging on the walls. You ran and ran, a soft music in the background made the hairs at the back of your neck stand up with nerves, with fear.

Footsteps were heard behind you. Those footsteps that had been chasing you for so long you could no longer remember when was the last time you had actually been outside of this abandoned castle of arts that was now your prison in hell.

"Come out, little dove. I only want to play."

You bit your lip as the words reached your ears. Those words that dripped from the mouth of your captor. The man who chased you to the end of the world, however you doubted he was actually a man.

You hid behind some curtains worn out by time itself. Your hands clenched the fabric of the dirty dress that was only enough to cover your dignity. It made you shiver. From the cold, from the fear. Maybe both, maybe neither.

"(y/n), (y/n). Dearest, (y/n)...STOP HIDING!"

You flinched when his voice boomed around the place you didn't doubt had once been beautiful. Blood oozed from the bite your teeth inflicted over your tender lip and you sniffled, hearing the footstep halt before they began echoing around once more, this time coming closer to you.

Through realms of terror, he roams the night,

Seeking a heart to claim as his right.

A soulmate bound by fate's cruel hand,

To join him in the demon's land.

In fear, you ran once more. As if you could ever leave his poisonous claws. As if you were able to leave that hideous place that played with your mind, with your soul, with your heart and memories as if they were toys at his reach. For him to use as he pleased. 

Curtains hung from the tall ceiling that once had a beautiful pattern painted on it. It made you feel lost. As if you were running in circles. Always lost. With nowhere to go. As if you had ever had a choice. Or better said, as if your choice had been willingly taken by you. 

Because there had once been a choice. A choice you made. A decision you chose. You entered that place by your own will yet your freedom in leaving was never yours to be held in the first place. It made you sick to the stomach, as if a storm was closing in on you and there was no way out of it. No sun ripping through the curtains, no wind blowing the clouds away. 

Jungkook could hear your frantic breathing, your hurried footsteps and suppressed sobs. He could hear your beating heart resonating so strongly in his ears it only sent a chill down his spine at the chase.

He remembered the sweet scent that suddenly invaded his own prison the moment you entered the large opera house. For only the kiss of his soulmate would free him from the shackles of fate, only the purity of the heart would be able to set him free and roam the world as he pleased.

In whispers cold, his voice does call,

A siren's song, a chilling thrall.

He seeks a soul as dark as he,

To walk with him, for eternity.

"Don't you know that I love you, sweet (y/n)? Why do you run from your lover, hmm? If you come to me willingly, it will hurt way less, love."

You ran and ran, ignoring the pain in your feet, the pressure in your chest, the harsh beating of your heart. You weren't going to give up that easily. You weren't going to surrender without fighting back.

The hallways carried so many paintings on the walls. So many paintings of beautiful women. Pictures that you couldn't pay enough attention to. Paintings that resembled absolute fear and sorrow, something you didn't know but felt utterly familiar.

You stopped running when you made it to the main theatre as you stood on the old stage. The wooden beneath your feet was dusted with the remnants of time, broken glass was scattered along the dark wood from the frail chandelier that hung from the ceiling with its crystals tainted in greying dust.

The pain in your feet was ignored as you walked across the stage. You didn't hear Jungkook's maniac laugh, you didn't hear his approaching footsteps or his sick declarations of love. Of obsession. Yet the silence made you even more nervous. You didn't know where you were, you didn't know what day it was. Time had become a foreign concept for you, a thing your mind could no longer grasp.

How long had you been trapped in that hauntingly beautiful place? Has it been hours, days... months? Did people search for you? How about Taehyung, the man who sent you to that place to begin with? Was he wondering why you never came back to work? Was he wondering if you were still working on the story of the broken opera house to publish in his extravagant magazine? Did he even remember your presence or did he keep you around because you never questioned his orders and demands?

But there was no use in blaming others for your current situation because there was nothing to be done. You walked in an almost monotonous way to the centre of the stage, blood staining the ground below your feet as more and more cuts opened your precious skin.

Jungkook watched you from behind the curtains, he watched you wander around the open space. He watched you with haunted eyes glimmering in golden magic that cursed through his veins. He watched you with desire and delicacy. As if you had been crafted into a perfect doll for him to care when all his hands had ever done was to destroy and taint.

Your tears adorned your face like small diamonds over your soft looking skin. He wanted to wipe them and treasure such pearls of pain and fear within him. Your hands trembled as you gazed around you, eyes fixing on the fallen glass on the ground, the broken chandelier that hung from the ceiling and that seemed to snap at any moment, the crusty wood beneath your feet and the old paintings of women around the grand place.

"You don't have to run anymore, little dove."

Beneath the moon's unholy light,

He searches for his love in fright.

Through haunted woods and cursed moors,

His longing heart forever lures.

With a choke gasp you turned around, watching as Jungkook emerged from the back of the stage, the curtains giving him an aura that made you shiver. He took a step forward and you took a step backward. The need to keep as much distance between the being that kept you in his grasp and your own sanity was stronger than your actual fear of him.

"I have waited centuries to finally meet you."

His words only made more tears roll down your cheeks, eyes red and puffy as you glared at him in fear. You took a step as he approached you once more.

"Please..."

Your sweet voice enchanted him like a curse. Desiring to hear you speak once more, he remained silent and listened, taking another step towards you and instinctively you took once back.

"...please, let me go. I p-promise I won't tell anyone about what happened h-here today. I'll never come back and disturb you but, please-"

He laughed, a sound so harmonious it echoes around the empty opera house. You found it alluring, like a siren's song but you had to physically refrain yourself from falling into his arms.

"Do you really think I'll let you go after searching for you through so many lifetimes? You are mine, little dove. Forever mine."

Jungkook smiled, ever so sweetly you felt sick. A smile that got engraved in your memories forever. You shook your head but couldn't look away, taking another step back as he insisted on getting close to you.

"Look around you, love! Look around you and deny me that we aren't meant to be! We are destined, little dove. Tangled by fate. Look! Look around, (y/n)!"

And you did, not hesitating to follow his command with the force in his voice that made you suppress a sob. You looked around, eyes landing on one of the many paintings of the large room. One of the paintings that decorated the dull walls. The paintings that were old and worn out by time. Your eyes widened when you saw it. When you witnessed that the demon in front of you spoke nothing but fact. A sudden realisation dawned upon you and you felt as if you were drowning in a well with nothing to hold on to and nothing to hope for.

Because the lady on the painting cried tears of blood, the lady on the painting resembles your soul. Those were your hands, fisting the fabric of your dress in a deathly grip. Those were your tears rolling down your cheeks. The woman in the picture was the reflection of your soul trapped in a timeless mirror of blood.

"You see now? This whole castle of arts is our sanctuary. Our palace, Queen of mine."

You shook your head, in shock, in rejection. In fear. In anguish. You shook your head as you took step after step backwards even when he wasn't doing anything to get close to you.

Was your fate really next to him? Were you really tangled in such a web of lies you weren't able to escape? Or was he just playing with your mind?

"Stop it, (y/n)."

Jungkook spoke in alarm as he saw you getting closer and closer to the edge of the stage. But you didn't listen, your mind acted on its own in a fragile attempt at getting you away from this nightmare you had fallen into.

"Stop it!"

"Get away from me!"

Your scream resonated all over the place, your feet didn't stop moving until you stood at the edge. The height was enough to hurt you and the sole idea of it made him feel his heart beating, at least for a second or two as you stood on the edge while you faced him with shock written all over your beautiful features.

You took another step and a gasp escaped your lips as the floor disappeared from beneath you. Your eyes closed in instinct and your arms flailed as gravity pulled you down towards the hard ground covered in broken glass that was surely going to break you.

Jungkook acted in an instance, his eyes glowed in golden yellow as his large and black wings spread behind his back and he moved across the stage in less than a second, a path of ice was left behind him, freezing the ground below him, the curtains around the stage and his heart as well as he caught you in his arms before you were to succumb to nature's own force.

But in his quest, he leaves a trail,

Of fear and anguish, deathly pale.

For those who cross his path beware,

The demon's love is naught but despair.

Your eyes met his in a dance of emotions that made you dizzy in its nature. His hands found home on your waist just as your own rested on his forearms. His eyes, ever so beautiful, hid so many secrets you felt curious about yet you wished to remain in the darkness as well.

"I won't leave you. Not after burning in my own grief with your absence. You are the key to my existence, love"

His words pierced your soul like a sharp dagger. You sniffled, breathing in deeply as you found yourself gazing into his golden irises.

"You'll never leave my side."

One of his hands left your waist as it cradled your cheek softly. His touch burned you with an ice cold feeling it made you shiver in his arms whether from the coldness itself or fear of your current position, you really couldn't tell.

"You will learn to love me, (y/n). Just like I have loved you all this time. You'll learn."

Jungkook never broke eye contact with you as he allowed himself to swim in your (e/c) gaze. Your skin under his palm felt soft, the softest he has ever touched in both his lives as a mortal and as a demon of death.

You gulped, wanting to run away from him. Disgusted at his unwanted touch but strangely craving it more. As if you had been deprived of it for so long. Maybe your soul has. Maybe it was your soul that missed him, that missed that other part that was to complete your existence yet your heart and mind rejected that very own idea.

His eyes glowed once more, his wings extending behind him as he looked down at you with his golden eyes that prevented you from looking away. You found yourself enthralled by his magic, his powers and strength.

Your rigid body relaxed in his arms and he suppressed the growing smirk that threatened to appear over his lips. For he had captivated your mind in a glowy golden trance that would allow his freedom.

Jungkook leaned forward and he found no resistance from you so he continued until his lips met yours. His spell had worked over your mind even when your heart was beating wildly against your chest.

He kissed you and golden magic radiated from him. He kissed you and the chains of fate released him. He kissed you and was now a free demon, free to roam the Earth as he pleased. Free to do whatever his heart wanted for as long as you stayed next to him.

He escaped his own jail, that castle of arts was no longer his prison but was now his palace with you as his Queen of darkness.

He kissed you and he tainted you. His golden magic erupted from the very depths of his soul and enveloped you both as he was crowned as the king of darkness, with you as his precious queen.

Forever and always.

For all times to come.

For all lifetimes to last.

And you'll learn to love him, maybe not as much as he loved you. But you'll learn. Eventually. Why shouldn't a Queen love her King? Why wouldn't you love him when he gave you the world to your feet? Why wouldn't you love him when your souls were tangled?

Jungkook would wait. Wait until you'd love him completely, wholeheartedly. Absolutely and undoubtedly. For you were the reason for his black soul and now beating heart. A heart that only beats for you and you alone. His Queen of Darkness.

And when he broke the kiss and your body grew limp in his hold, he carried you in his arms, his wings extended and he flew. He flew to the skies with your body in his hold. He flew away to a place no other mortal knew about. His own palace. His own hell. His kingdom. That place where his home was, that place he’ll share with you. 

Because Jungkook had waited centuries for you to finally find your way to him. He’d wait more if it meant you’ll love him in the end. Another lifetime felt like nothing if he knew you would give him your heart with your very own hands as you wore your crown of darkness, matching with his and ruling his kingdom of evil. 

What was heaven compared to your love? What was light compared to your heart in the night? What was obedience compared to the sins of his own mind? Did it matter? No. It never did. And now that you were finally his to love and cherish for eternity, he could burn the world down for you to smile at him ever so softly and delicately, like an elegant rose with deathly thorns. Like a true queen of his domain. 

His Queen. 

So if you hear his haunting cry,

Beneath the starless, moonless sky,

Beware his love, a twisted fate,

For in his arms, darkness awaits.

January/19/2024

~Masterlist

☕Caffeinate me so I can keep on writing! ☕

[always-is-always]

As much as I/we miss the guys, I personally feel that their time in the military is a BIG gift. Time away from the public eye, cameras, media, and all of that stuff...

Especially Jimin-ah and Jungkook-ah. I would dare say that this is the longest amount of time that they have had away from the public, away from invasive cameras, and at the same time sharing the same space. Yeah, it's the military, but they are TOGETHER as companions. 18 months, together. Sleeping next to each other every night, together. Eating meals, together. Yeah. Together together.

Yes, I miss them. And, at the same time I can't put my feelings above the fact that they are getting a well needed break from us/ARMYs, and from the heavy burden of being BTS. It's like they are having the experience of being regular Human Beings, for 18 months.

I think that many of us forget just how unusual life has been for those seven men. Beginning when they were teens or in their early 20's. They have in no way had a normal experience of growing up, into adulthood. The intensity of training, the chaos of sharing living space with each other, and the exposure to CAMERAS 24/7. (Who on earth can live with cameras in every room recording you 24/7??? No privacy???) Not to mention staff being in their space, every single day. Being in the public eye when you don't even know who you are inside of yourself is hard. It can really mess you up, emotionally, mentally, and if you start numbing with alcohol and drugs then it messes you up physically as well... not to mention the Spirit and Soul levels of it all...

The expectations that they have lived with are massive. Put that on the shoulders of a 15 year old, or a 20 year old for any length of time and it has an impact. I personally think it is sad, what they have had to get through, just to be who they are as BTS. All the money in the world cannot give them back the moments of innocence, their ability to be normal guys going through puberty, and to be just regular Humans with regular challenges.

So yeah, I think that this little "sabbatical" that is their military service, is a huge gift. It was the only way that any of them would get any length of time away from the public eye. It was the only way for them to have any length of time just being Human.

While it is exciting for the coming arrival of Jin after he is discharged, I also recognize what he is stepping back into. Being the only member out until October when Hobi returns means that he will be taking on a huge energetic pressure. It will be quite an adjustment for him, like a reverse culture-shock. It will take him some time to really get used to being back out, though we will probably never hear him speak of it.

Jin is brave, to put it mildly. I hope he has all the support he needs, as he transitions out into the public, again.

Circling back to Jimin and jungkook... I do miss them and sometimes wish for some little crumb of something. And at the same time I recognize just how precious this time away is, for them. We are going to see a next-level bond between them, when they return.

In the meantime, happy 2024 FESTA, ya'll! 💜💜💜

[userjiminie]

please, look at him 😭

[naneun-no]

A nice reminder that he’s human 🤭

I don’t think you guys understand how humanizing this post was for me 😂

Yeah, yeah, he’s got a nice back. We knew this.

But when I saw the reflection I laughed so hard:

Like —

Who in the HELL holds their phone like that?!?! 🤣🤣🤣🤣 nah baby, he’s posing the shit out of this pose. He’s flexing. He’s doing everything he can for this photo and y’all are out here eating it up and I’m living for it.

And there is NOTHING wrong with ANY of that btw. He works hard for those muscles, he can brag. But growing up my older brother went through lots of weightlifting/fitness phases and the amount of times I was the person in the baseball cap taking photos of his “v” shaped back in the kitchen so he could check his progress and send them to girls and the amount of times I had to retake the same photos cause the lighting or angle wasn’t perfect and 🤣🤣🤣🤣 I’m crying, this takes me back.

Good job JK you are very strong we are very proud your boyfriend is very lucky you go baby!

[goldenalbum]

every day i log onto this webbed site and see a god awful take about bts' jungkook

[dasisugarun]

© BlueBunny_jk

[mirahuyooo]

Gifts Welcome & Unwelcome | jjk

Gifts Welcome & Unwelcome

— Birthdays are quite troublesome, if you do say so yourself.

Word Count: 1,400 Content/s: romance, fluff so sweet (diabetics beware lol), happy birthday things (this was meant for HIS birthday but since that passed I had to make changes lol T-T), vampire gf enduring shit for her fav human, vaguely historical setting (1500s, Joseon), jk is an ambitious brat, hint of angst bc someone makes a brooding cliffhanger appearance in the end lol, Vampire AU Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

[masterlist] | read more of [The Undying]!

A/N: I CoME BACK FROM THE GRAVE TO GIVE Y’ALL THIS ONE!!! I had a massive burnout and one after the other, problems came coming in T-T buT ENOUGH EXCUSES, here’s the best I can cook up right now (｡･∀･)ﾉﾞ  I hope you guys enjoy!

𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓿 ◁ || ▷ 𝓷𝓮𝔁𝓽

Birthdays are quite troublesome, if you do say so yourself. Feasts, gifts, and invitations have to be taken in mind to make the special day worthwhile.

You stopped celebrating your name day decades ago, coming to an understanding that there was no point in celebrating such things when you've been given the curse of eternity. No more feasts, gifts, nor dressing up could get you to ever think of birthdays the same way, and an old acquaintance of yours found that notion agreeable.

“We're near untouchable now,” he had told you then. “Birthdays are for those who fear Death's visit at any moment.”

The faint feeling is still there in your mind though. Somewhere in the deep recesses of your memories lies the anticipation and excitement over life—memories collecting dust and housing cobwebs of wistful nostalgia.

You suppose your fellow vampire was right—the fleeting, much finite time of humans have always made them yearn for the littlest of festivities, made them huddle together just a little bit closer to fend off the cold cruelty of fate, and made them forget such fears for even just a fraction of a moment.

Now that you've subjected yourself to be among them, it couldn't be helped to indulge in the trouble, you suppose. This indulging, however, would not be for the village that was currently celebrating another birthday that had aligned with yours—the only son of the local scholar you heard. Some hunters had passed by your area the other day to catch a boar for a feast in his honor, forcing you to make haste in hiding the deer you had slain earlier in the morning.

You doubt they knew much else about you other than your name anyways.

Rather, you were doing it for him.

“Happy Birthday, jagi.”

Jeon Jungkook's smile would've made your heart skip a beat if it hadn't been undead for the past seventy years.

This damned boy.

The only one who had known about your birthday had gone to your door early in the morning, claiming he had a little surprise. You were forced to run to your room under the excuse of getting ready, slipping on a more decent change of clothes and, more importantly, an old ring your old acquaintance gave you to feel that faint rush of old, dark magic wash over you. Though still stinging, the sun that now shines down on your skin hurt a lot less than without the help of the ring on your finger.

Now, where were we?

Ah, his surprise.

It came in the form of a picnic, as it had turned out—one that showed a stunning view of the vast murky sea, the town not so far in the distance as well. The two of you eventually sit by the many boulders littered along the shoreline, among the worn blanket he had laid out and beneath the shade of clouds. You look at the human beside you. “You're the first person who's wished me that in a long time,” you idly tell Jungkook, smiling at him with a genuine fondness. Though birthdays still don't quite feel the same, it was the thought and effort that was stirring something within you. “Thank you, really.”

From your praise and smiles, Jungkook preens with pride of himself. “That's not all,” he then says as he leaned in with a grin barely masking his secretive mischief. “I got you something else, too!”

“Do you now?” you muse, in spite of knowing well. Of course, he always does.

The man fished something from his pocket, eager as ever. Not long after, a simple necklace of leather cord and cheap polished stone was revealed to you. It was a reddish stone with streaks of grey and white, barely the size of a coin yet a capsule of time all the same.

Watching as you look at the object you gingerly took from his hands, your lover flusters red. “It's not much, I know,” Jungkook is quick to say, sheepish and almost embarrassed of himself. “I'll get you a better one next time.”

At his words, your lips curve upwards. Ever the overachiever this one.

You've had your fair share of diamonds and other jewels tucked away somewhere of what is known to be Europe, many more riches kept by your kindred. In truth, you doubt that Jungkook will ever get his hands on anything better with his sailor salary, but the notion of his determination and devotion spurred your heart more than any other treasure could.

You lean forward and place a thankful kiss against his lips, hands coming forth to cup his cheeks. You feel him flinch at your cold touch but he soon settles to have his hands come and gently snake around your wrist. “You needn't have to get me anything more than you can get,” you tell him, moving to catch his gaze when he stubbornly looks away from you. “I love this all the same.”

His thumb draw circles on your skin, as his lips draw into a pout. “I want to give you the world,” he ardently declares, his bold ambition earning himself a light-hearted scoff.

Wanting was unnecessary, especially when the object of desire would be something that can't be done in such a short lifetime. “I don't want the world,” you affirm, sweetly bumping your cool forehead onto his and letting it rest there. “I want nothing else but peace and quiet,” you tell him, peering through your lashes with a smile. “And you.”

Such words were a praise that shot right through his very being but he recovers enough to pull you fully into his arms in a tight embrace. You nearly giggle at the feel of his veins pumping more blood to match the quickened pace of his heart.

Staying in Jungkook's arms by the cliffside felt simple enough, but it brought you more peace of mind than you could ever have without him. You stand by what you told him—peace, quiet, and Jungkook. Nothing more. Nothing less.

“Now,” you hear him clear his throat, “why don't we test the waters?”

Before you could fathom what exactly his words meant, you were hoisted in the air with the brute holding you running steadfast towards the crashing waves.

“Jungkook!”

Your squeals turned to laughter as you managed to cling onto him tight enough to make him catch himself amidst losing balance and second guess his plans of throwing you to sea, lest both of you get soaked to the bone. “You reckless oaf,” you tell him, arms still wound around his neck.

Jungkook simply grins down at you, the sea breeze blowing his locks to and fro. “Your reckless oaf,” he grins, let go of you and earning a shriek from your lips.

You manage to catch yourself, landing on your feet as Jungkook’s arms were at the ready of helping you balance. The water is cold as it laps at your calf, the skirt of your handbok now soaked and swaying with the waves.

Your half-hearted glare is met with a jovial grin, Jungkook’s arms circling around your waist to hold you close to him, and perhaps not splash the water his way. “Is it safe to say I’ve surprised you today?” he instead muses, making you playfully roll your eyes as the smile on your lips betray you.

It was then you saw it.

A figure in the distance, clad in black that nearly disappeared amidst the rocks and forest. In that instant, chills ran down your spine—not because of the cold, but because you knew exactly who it is.

Your acquaintance.

Your kindred.

Your old friend.

Kim Seokjin.

His name nearly fell from your lips in a hush dread, mouthed instead as if saying it aloud would bring upon some curse.

“What?”

Brought back to reality, you see Jungkook look in confusion. He didn’t seem to catch what you said, something you were quick to use to your advantage. “It’s nothing,” you assure him, glancing back to see Seokjin gone. “Today’s been pleasant,” you then say, to get both of your minds off of that little moment. “Thank you for everything.”

“Happy birthday,” Jungkook says, pressing a kiss between your brows you hadn’t noticed were still slightly furrowed. Under his touch, you let your eyes flutter close.

Happy Birthday—you hope it stays that way.

𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓿 ◁ || ▷ 𝓷𝓮𝔁𝓽

𝓽𝓪𝓰𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 : @mwitsmejk @dreamamubarak @bloodline1632​ @younhakim29​

[jkvjimin]

(79/∞) the perfect nose for butterflies to land on it ♡

[bisexualnamjoonie]

wait so jjk1 is literally just seven so far??? like there's no other song rn no definite plans for the album no overall artistic view??? or did I misunderstand what he said in suchwita when he said he hadn't really worked on anything else so far???

[always-is-always]

Jimin-💜-Jungkook

This IS a LONG share, so have a seat, grab some coffee or tea, and bear with me....

Where to begin is a question... where to begin? My Heart is filled with so much right now that it is hard for my mind to translate it all.

The Heart Knows All.

When they went live the other day with Joonie and Tae, I could sense and feel(emapathically) that Jimin and Jungkookie were already in the energy of "companionship" in regards to the military. It was already in their field. This is in addition to their already established energetic connections that span all other aspects of their lives.

The energetic signature of the military is new and foreign. And, it is also distinct.

In that short time on the live, it was very clear to me that JK & JM would be okay. Everything was in place, energetically. That means that their bond, their commitment to one another to navigate the enlistment together was rock solid. It was palpable. And, there was the love that they share that clearly fuels this for them. However an observer "sees" that Love that flows between their hearts. Love is Love.

So, after watching that Vlive, I felt some peace. My Heart felt more settled, after that. I'm grateful for that peace, as I had been feeling some concern about them. My concern was not about them being bullied or something of that nature. It's been more of a concern about their emotional and mental wellbeing, while facing the challenges of going through the training and beyond.

This is where I get a little wobbly in my words.

I know without a doubt that Jimin and Jungkook will be each other's rocks, for the duration of the enlistment. They will have each other's backs. They will support each other in every way, on every level. That I have total confidence in.

Here is where concern creeps into my heart. Here is where I bear all in my own way, in putting into words what needs to be said.

When I watched the short video of their enlistment day what I saw, felt and sensed in both Jimin-ah and Jungkookie was VULNERABLILITY.

Yeah. Vulnerability.

Yeah.

Something that I had not seen in them, in quite this way. Or, at this level...

That broke my heart.

What we were seeing in both of them is vulnerability. An unease. Like they were stepping out to the precipice, and about to take a huge step off, into the unknown.

Seeing that reminded me that this experience is life-changing, beyond anything that a civilian can understand. Truly. Especially considering their choice of path, to enter the training for front line duty.

{{{A side story here- My bestie is a Veteran. She served in two wars, jumped out of airplanes, gave everything she had to serving the US. We have had many conversations about JK & JM enlisting. Some of what I know and understand comes directly from things that she has shared, her understandings (she's lbgtq), and such. I am not a Veteran, and have not had direct experience in the military.}}}

While watching the livestream waiting for Jimin and Jungkook to arrive, I noticed and felt some things about the military base, and I also realized some things about what JM & JK were stepping into.

.....that livestream was literally 4+ hours long.

As I sat with the volume on, I began to notice a man's voice shouting (it seemed) through a loud speaker (megaphone?), and then voices responding to him. There was a specific cadence to his words, and a specific crescendo in tone and volume, every time he spoke. He would get louder and louder, and the voices that responded would shout out the exact same words every time, and they repeated the response 3 times. What really caught my attention was the voice of a woman that was high-pitched, and louder than all of the others.

I began to listen to this, and after about 5 minutes I began to feel really uncomfortable. That kind of twisting in the solar plexus type of uncomfortable. I wound up turning the volume off, as it was really bothering me, and I began to feel anxious.

After several more minutes, I turned the volume back on and they were still going at it. Call and response. Over and over and over again... The same man shouting out and the same response back to him. That same woman's voice.....

Drill Sergeant. It finally dawned on me that the man was a Drill Sergeant. He was "drilling" instructions into the psyches of those soldiers , and who knows what else.... This type of repetition is designed to mold minds, to instill compliance, and to establish the foundation of training that follows.

That call and response lasted for an hour. They had a break for maybe 30 minutes, then it began again and continued. (It was still going on when JK & JM's vehicles arrived.) That same female voice calling out above the others...

So, my discomfort intensifed as my empathic and intuitive hits just made it hard to bear witness to what was happening. Even with it being something I was hearing and not seeing. So... I turned off the volume again, and then really looked at the base energetically. What dawned on me was the biggest awareness that brought me to tears, and it also sent me into prayer. (not religious prayer, just simply communicating with the Divine, and Benevolent Beings)

(What followed that prayer could be described in another post, but it will never be written. All I can say is that some big work was done, to clear that base of all nefarious energies, and to establish a clear Foundation of Light. To support everyone there.) (a tiny digression here!)

In those moments what I realized, is this: As soldiers they are taught how to take the life of another Human Being. Jimin and Jungkook would be learning this, in a way that also instills a commitment to do it, if they were to ever participate in an armed conflict.

Going back to my Bestie, I spoke with her about this. She said, "yeah, it's totally de-humanizing".

My thoughts then turned to what is and has been happening in this world for thousands of years. How and why we are still in a position on this planet where Human Beings have to be trained and prepared for war is something I just cannot understand. (Again, another rabbit hole!)

Jimin and Jungkook are enlisting because they have NO choice. Just like citizens of all 34 countries on Earth that have mandatory enlistment. This brings one more awareness into this.

There is a stark difference between a person enlisting by choice (like my Bestie), and a person enlisting because they do not have the right to choose otherwise. The experience is beyond difficult either way, but for those who are forced to go into the military it is another level.

Circle back to vulnerability. Circle back to Jimin and Jungkook, and their obvious state of being when they were enlisting. Especially in those last moments when we saw them marching off with the other enlistees.

What we have witnessed is beyond sad. There are no words that can adequately express this. That we live in a time where Human Beings are forced to enter into military service. That we live in a time where Human Beings are still being trained and taught to kill.

And, those beautiful Hearts that are Park Jimin and Jeon Jungkook (and the others, too!) have to somehow get through their “training” and “service”, intact and unscathed. They have to make it through, maintaining their Innate Human Essence, and Heart.

Yeah.

All we can do on our end is continually send them clear energies of Love and Support. All we can do is hold Space, while they navigate through each day, each week, each month....

What will help them most is to Love them through this experience. In every moment. See them as being carried by Love and Grace, surrounded by Love and Grace, and held in Love and Grace. Every single moment of every single day.

What they are going to face is something that will impact them in ways that are yet to be known. I am just grateful beyond words that they have each other, to walk side by side, through this experience.

Bless their beautiful Hearts and give them Deep Strength, as they take each step along the way.

June 2025 cannot come soon enough. 💜

[bnna5813]

I think it's hilarious that Jimin may be all over the news but he has really mastered the art of sharing while not sharing. He posted this video on his Instagram the other day and everyone was like:

Trying to find crumbs of Jimin's humble abode lol

Jimin is the most private member of BTS. Every time he posts something on social media or has an interview, I smile because he barely reveals anything. He is a mystery. He cleverly withholds personal identifying information from us. Haters have nothing to grasp but the old crap that they rehash over and over. He's so smart. He wasn't class president for nothing. Don't give those haters anything to use against you. Nothing for stalkers to chase after.

Thinking about all the measures that Jimin takes to maintain his privacy brings me back to Jungkook's situation. My heart broke when he said, "I'm human too". I have a lot of different feelings about what he said during the wlive. I mean, he can do and say whatever he wants. But sadly, it won't change the fact that people will continue to invade his privacy. Normal fans already know to respect their privacy. The crazies justified their behavior with things like this is the price he pays for fame, he's in a public space, he smiled at me so he's okay with it, etc. When he addressed the stalking situation, I almost wished he hadn't because you know what goes on in the sasaeng's heads? "OMG he noticed me." Talking about them only encourages their behavior because bad attention is still attention.

A few days after his live, fans are still. sharing. photos of him doing private activities. It's really frustrating and there's nothing we can do to change it. The issue lies with the government and its inability to enforce privacy matters like anti-stalking laws.

Here is Jimin to remind everyone of an important lesson:

[thekaykery]

I just saw a post on Instagram where an "army" asked JK to share his address

and his response was "I think you already know"

this breaks my heart...

[bbymochiiiiii]

Like Lovers Do

(I don't own the pics but i made the aesthetic)

Jeon Jungkook has lived a long time.

His name is whispered in shaky, near breathless tones, feared as much as he is respected. No one but his "family" sees him as he truly is.

Until one day brings him vulnerable, bright eyed, human, Kim Taehyung

Like Lovers Do - ONE 

The Link for AO3 version below

https://archiveofourown.org/works/44275324/chapters/111343264

[chimmyxkookies]

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