#Or anywhere that's not featured in the fucking English classes from highschool

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Disclaimer: Writing poetry is hard and I appreciate the technical skill and whatnot that goes into it. I also appreciate the technical skill that goes into music genres I don’t like.

My first writing assignment for world literature is not on the coolness that is Mayan creation stories we’ve read, nor on something dope like, I dunno, literally anything except English poetry. I’m supposed to do a critical analysis from a whopping list of two poems. Both of them are English.

Like I get it’s this way so it’s a way to ease into doing these kinds of exercises because English poetry is familiar. It makes sense as an instructional thing. It’s just so. fuckin’. boring. 

A lot of that’s because I just don’t like poetry. I know it’s forbidden to say you appreciate literature and not like poetry but I don’t. I have never understood why it’s so popular. I’ve been to poetry readings, I’ve read friends’ poetry (and nodded along supportively, because they worked hard on it and I’m not an asshole). I’ve had professors and literature nerds ramble on and on and on about how great poetry is and I’m just like :|  I don’t want to diss on others’ good time but for fuck’s sake, if I never have to read a poem for class again it’ll be too soon.

Maybe it’s because I don’t have special voices in my head when I read? Maybe it’s because my internal monologue is super monotone and I rarely visualize? Because I don’t like ‘still’ works? That’s my thing with music and art, too. I can’t comprehend people listening to music to relax. Why would I relax that’s what sleep is for. Hell, I prefer active dreams even when I’m sleeping. I’ll take a low-level nightmare over a boring sleep any day. LIFE IS TOO SHORT TO SIT STILL WHY AM I READING ENGLISH POETRY ABOUT GRASS AND SUNSETS AND ~~wind whispering through the willows~~ AGAIN

This is unrelated but also bothers me: all the non-English works in this anthology are beautifully translated! the Mayan stuff read like it was written originally in English. There was enough form and everything from the original language that it sounded distinctly Not English, but I could understand it! I didn’t struggle trying to figure out wtf was going on! But for some reason, modern Shakespeare and shit translations aren't good enough. I’m sorry but if I legit do not know what is happening after the third time re-reading a paragraph, it’s time for a language change. I read the entirety of Much Ado About Nothing unaware that there was a masquerade, who was talking at any given time (with the exception of Beatrice and Benedict), who people were talking about or where people were. 

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How to Destroy Jeon Jungkook

Chapter 1

Pairing: Taehyung x Jungkook 

Genre: Eventual Smut/Slow Burn/Highschool AU

Words: 4,821

Summary: Taehyung usually isn't up to much, but Senior year brings about serges of boredom. So, Jimin devises a plan to mess with High School's baddest boy Jeon Jungkook. And Taehyung has to go along with it.

But a two day field trip could ruin it all.

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Freshman year, for most sane people, is a nightmare. Taehyung’s experience with it was no exception. He sat with his ankles curled in on each other during his first period on his first day of school. Usually, he’d whip out a sketchbook to lazily draw, but he was antsy and didn’t know how strict the teacher would be with the class. The bell hadn’t rung yet, Taehyung was five (agonizing) minutes early. The teacher-later revealed to go by Mr. Min-was casually scrolling his computer, not even glancing at his new freshman class. Taehyung was unaware of his ease, thinking every shift in his desk would alarm the teacher and certainly have him kicked out of school on the first day.

Jungkook was different-well, Taehyung didn’t know his name was Jungkook yet. As the bell finally began to charm, signaling Taehyung’s waiting period to be over, the black haired boy marched into class. He rode the sound of the bell like a pro, like it beckoned him into class. Already eyes were drawn to him, his ease, his stroll. It’s hard to resist people like that, they do what everyone else envisions their ideal self to act like. Taehyung forced himself not to watch the other boy, he wanted to be the one kid who didn’t care, not admit to being an admirer. But he felt the pull to look back up, to trail after the boy’s figure. From the corner of his eye he could see the sweep of black hair, his arms shrugging off his backpack, his dramatic fall into his desk, the boisterous sound of he and his friends exchanging pleasantries. Finally the bell faded out and the class was met with silence. Maybe for a split second there was silence. And then there was Jungkook.

He was obnoxious. Taehyung saw how the teacher already regarded the boy. Eying him up, the lines in the teacher’s face emphasizing his disdain with the boy. Roll call revealed the class clown’s name to be Jeon Jungkook. Many eyelashes batted in the direction of the name, girls were already writing their names with his last name, practicing the sound of the name as it rolled off their tongues. “This is my boyfriend… Jeon Jungkook,” “Oh, last night? It’s so embarrassing…I hooked up with Jeon Jungkook! Can you imagine that?!”

No ones eye’s batted when Kim Taehyung’s name was called, he raised a mild hand up from his scratch paper and the teacher hardly even raised his eyes from his list. Taehyung already felt a tinge of disdain in his stomach for the black haired boy-correction: Jeon Jungkook. Just his name sounded pretentious. But Taehyung couldn’t resist constantly sneaking a peek over at him. He was across the class from Taehyung, at a diagonal, in the perfect position for viewing. And Taehyung, despite his reserves, his morals, always took advantage of this seating arrangement perk.

The moments he lived for were when Jungkook’s eyes would travel and they’d flutter past Taehyung’s gaze, but sometimes they’d catch. The stare would linger, Taehyung looking away, a blush covering his cheeks and his fingers pausing from whatever writing or drawing he was in the midst of. Jungkook’s eyes would always wander away as quickly as they’d come across Taehyung. Maybe it was just a random glance, class was boring and eyes easily wander about. Those moments were chaste, but for the rest of Freshman year Taehyung always longed for them to be more frequent, and for much longer durations.  

The glitch in the Matrix-which was Jungkook-did not disrupt Taehyung’s Sophomore or Junior year. Taehyung thought of him as “a glitch in the Matrix” because normal life would be proceeding day to day, and then on a random occasion, Jungkook would once again appear.

Taehyung, not having a class with him anymore, was able to turn a blind eye to the rowdy boy’s antics as he terrorized the campus. Jungkook was always up to something, running around in spring on the quad, wearing little puffy shorts to flaunt his athletic calves. And in winter he’d be tucked away under large jackets and black bucket hats, never walking down stairs but riding the railing, a gaggle of girls following after.

Taehyung would let himself observe, it was like a zoo, a large lion performing a mating dance every day to a different admirer. Taehyung appreciated the distance though, not having a class with Jungkook meant he could easily scurry away before getting anywhere close to the black haired boy. He feared Jungkook to the extent one would fear a vat of poison. Definitely not because of Jungkook’s sharp features, broad shoulders and the way his body was slouched with ease. Taehyung was intimidated in how Jungkook would sit on top of tables in the cafeteria, throwing food at his friends, and during passing period he’d be standing on benches and then jumping onto his friends shoulders, running around like that until yard duty would stop them. Taehyung was content with his Jungkook-free lifestyle, it was quiet and his focus wasn’t interrupted by pretty boys with lazy behavior.

Taehyung’s Jungkook-free lifestyle was ruined when he walked into his English class, Senior year, 6th period, and instantly met eyes with the very boy was he content in never speaking to again

Of course. Taehyung’s luck was just that good.

“I don’t know why you’re so upset by this, you literally have spoken to him like… once? Twice?” Jimin says, veering the car as they head off campus for lunch the next day.

Taehyung winces at Jimin’s driving skills, the wheel continuously driving over the many orange traffic bumps.

“It’s not about me talking to him, Jimin,” Taehyung starts, his face contorted with disgust, “It’s like… I don’t know, his presence annoys me.”

Jimin rolls his eyes with a huff. “Bullshit, more like his looks annoy you.”

Taehyung really wants to punch Jimin’s arm for that comment, sadly Jimin is the one driving and Taehyung is too much of a wimp to commit to that.

“I’ll admit it, I’m one of Jungkook’s many admirers, but I’m of the group of guys who wants to be him, not fuck him.”

Jimin lets out an exasperated huff, his eyes squinting at the road

“Can’t say the same for you though,” Taehyung says, laughing, watching Jimin’s face contort with a sly grin and blush.

“Oh shut up,” Jimin scrunches his nose in the direction of Tae in the passenger seat. “Jungkook is way too much of a whore for me to go after, the whole school can agree his dick has been everywhere.”

“Not everywhere, Jiminie…” Taehyung giggles as they pull up to their favorite taco truck. Jimin does not play along with Taehyung’s grotesque antics. He twists his keys so the car sputters to a quiet, spinning in his seat to face Taehyung head on.

“I think you should give Jungkook a chance, I’ve heard he’s calmed down a lot, I mean it’s senior year, I think everyone has,” Jimin says.

Taehyung wants to agree with his friend, but he can’t drop how irritated he gets by Jungkook’s presence. “I swear Jimin, honest to god, I want to believe you…”

Jimin throws back his head and rolls his eyes, “Agh! Tae! When have I ever been wrong when it comes to guy troubles?!”

They get out of the car and shut the doors almost in unison. Taehyung laughs at Jimin’s question, “Actually, I can recall so many times you’ve been wrong.”

Jimin does a motion with his hand to disregard whatever Taehyung said as they walk towards the truck.

“The point is, I don’t think Jungkook is half bad. I saw him at a party a few weeks ago and he was helping a lot of really drunk people to not throw up all over themselves.”

“Jimin… my appetite…” Taehyung whines, dramatically leaning back and forth like he’s going to be sick.

“Maybe he’s just rowdy in class to get your attention Tae Tae, maybe he’s secretly in love with your little artsy ass,” Jimin muses, his cheeks puffing with a smile. Taehyung wishes he already had his burrito so he could throw it at Jimin’s face.

“Yeah, sure, because I love when boy’s are loud as fuck in class and never sit still.”

“I think my little Tae is in love!!!” Jimin cries out, his high pitch voice alerting some other people’s attention in line. Taehyung looks around in distress with Jimin’s loud proclamation.

“I’m starting to hate you as much as I hate ‘Jeon Jungkook,’” Taehyung says, his low voice a husky whisper until he raises his pitch to say Jungkook’s name, mocking girl’s voices who constantly yell out the name any chance they get.

Jimin is used to ignoring Taehyung though, just smiling back at his friend, “You are going to have so much fun in 6th period, I can’t wait!”

Taehyung curses Jimin when he shows up to his 6th period, burrito in hand, 5 minutes late. The class is nearly dead silent and Mr. Kim looks up from his desktop when he hears the door abruptly slam behind Taehyung. Taehyung noticeably cringes with the noise, everyone turning to look at him when they hear the sudden noice.

“I had people sit where they want today so I could make a seating chart for the year. There’s one seat left so you can take that one,” Mr. Kim says, unapologetically, hardly caring enough to look at Taehyung directly. Mr. Kim doesn’t realize how much pain he is currently inflicting of Taehyung’s body, Taehyung scans the room for the empty desk only to see that it is beside Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook.

He should’ve stayed at the fucking taco truck. Taehyung is too done with high school to have to deal with this shit. But he manages to gain control of his limbs and muster the effort to walk over to his empty desk. It’s like walking towards his own execution, the chair daunting and the metal of it cold. Jungkook doesn’t even look up, doesn’t acknowledge that the seat beside him is the one vacant. His dark hair just swoops over his eyes and his shoulders turn away from Taehyung to begin chatting with his friends to his left. Mr. Kim finally stands from his computer and shushes them as he begins the day’s lesson.

Thus begins Day 1 (of sitting next to Jungkook).

“I’m assuming everyone read chapters 8 through eleven last night. So, turn to your seating partner and discuss it for a few minutes, then I’ll hand out the prompt, and on one sheet of paper write down a cohesive response. It’s due by the end of the period,” Mr. Kim says, passing out the prompt paper to the different rows of students.

Taehyung feels a rush of relief with this and turns to his right, face to face with a random girl.

“You’re not my partner,” she says with a little smirk, “he is,” and she points to Jungkook to Taehyung’s left. Taehyung’s stomach drops, how lucky is he?!

“Oh…” Taehyung audibly sighs, slowly pivoting his body to an angle to face Jungkook, but the other boy hardly looks up from his paper. Taehyung scans the paper, it’s still blank, there’s really nothing for Junkgook to be so focused on.

“Uh… so… I did the reading… and I thought the chapters really had a lot to do with religion… and loss of… innocence…?” Taehyung slowly drawls out, words light on his tongue so as not to embarrass him if they end up being wrong interpretations. Jungkook does a small nod but still doesn’t meet Taehyung’s eyes. Taehyung gives up with his efforts, making sure to give a large uhmf as he spins in his chair to sit normally. That catches Jungkook’s attention and the boy looks up with a small smile creeping along his featuers. Taehyung tries not to pay notice to the boy’s change in attitude, not wanting to instantly forgive him after being so ignored just before.

“Wait-what’s your name?” Jungkook asks, his voice casual and at ease. Taehyung, on the other hand, is rigid. He wants to grab for his sketchbook and quickly scribble with his lead pressed as hard to the paper as he can before snapping it. He doesn’t know how such a simple question can have him so riled. Maybe it’s in Jungkook’s tone, or how he doesn’t change his posture to even show if he wants an answer.

“Taehyung.”

“Oh, I don’t think I’ve had a class with you before,” Jungkook says, and his eyes drop from Taehyung to look back at his empty paper. The conversation ends with that. Taehyung doesn’t even try to correct Jungkook and mention their freshman year class. Taehyung was silent that entire year, he doesn’t really expect Jungkook to have noticed him.

“Are you guys going to get started on the assignment?” Mr. Kim asks, interrupting Taehyung’s train of thought. Mr. Kim also has a way about him of nonchalantness, asking a question and already moving on before really getting an answer. He says these things to maintain order in the class, but his eyes never take in the empty sheet. Taehyung grunts a response, something like, oh we’re still thinking about it, but his mind is still hung up on Jungkook.

“I didn’t read,” Jungkook deadpans, dropping his pencil from his hand onto the desk and promptly grabbing his phone and earbuds from his backpack. Taehyung lets out a deep exhale through his nose, his nostrils puffing, and slides the blank paper and prompt sheet onto his desk. It doesn’t seem Jungkook is even apologetic about it either, putting in his ear buds, concealed by the hoodie he pulls over his hair.

“Thanks man,” he mumbles as he fully reclines into his desk and his eyes shut. Taehyung is nearly dumbfounded by Jungkook’s behavior, just watching the other boy in his blissed out state before finally turning his attention back to the assignment.

What. An. Asshole.

Later that night Taehyung tries to convey the story to Jimin over the phone, but Jimin seems to be an avid Jungkook supporter.

“I get it Tae, he’s popular, he’s attractive, and he uses that so he doesn’t have to do his own work… it’s horrible,” Jimin sighs, his voice small and sweet over the phone. Taehyung huffs, wanting it to be more complicated than it is.

“I don’t think he’s attractive!” He blurts, sounding defiant and silly.

“Oh c’mon now Tae, don’t flatter yourself. I think the entire student body at our school can agree he’s attractive.”

“Well, I just don’t see it. And second of all, even if he was, it’s just his whole demeanor that annoys the crap out of me. He doesn’t even notice my existence next to him.”

Jimin is quiet for a little while over the phone and then a small giggle escapes him. “You should make him notice you!” Jimin exclaims.

Taehyung is already rolling his eyes at Jimin’s antics, but still quieting over the phone to prepare for Jimin’s instructions. Teahyung would usually play into Jimin’s little games, smiling wide and finding it all very exhilarating, but with the thought of Jungkook on his mind, Taehyung is very serious about the issue at hand.

“You should try to act out like he does, be a class clown, don’t help him with partner assignments, act as laid back and fuckboy-ish as possible,” Jimin snickers. He speaks in almost a whisper, the idea so exciting to him he feels he must hush his voice.

Taehyung lets out a sharp laugh, “I do want to pass high school, Jimin.”

Jimin huffs, “you can pass and still act like you don’t have a stick up your ass all the time.”

Taehyung is mildly offended by the comment but lets it slide. “I guess it could be interesting…” Taehyung finds himself mumbling into the phone. He wants to take the words back but Jimin already latches on with a sheer giggle, followed by a trail of fast words spilling out of him.

“See?! Just do your homework in secret and act like an idiot when you’re around Jungkook, it’s perfect! Ugh! Tae! This is going to be so good! You’re going to beat Jungkook at his own game. You’re going to out fuckboy the fuckboy!”

Taehyung can practically picture how Jimin’s nose must be scrunching up while he laughs at the other end of the phone. He likes how excited Jimin gets about his mischievous plans, and that excitement carries over to Taehyung, lifting his mild expression to that of slightly pleased with himself.

Hopefully the plan will work and he won’t just end up looking like a complete try-hard at being a not-try-hard. Despite the little flutters of nervousness in the pit of his stomach, at least he’s actually looking forward to 6th period tomorrow.  

The next day, Taehyung pauses before automatically going for his usual sense of style. He reconsiders, eyeing up his closet, and thinks of what a more laid back fuckboy might wear. Usually Taehyung opts for a chic look, loose fitting jackets over a graphic tee (also loose), and then a set of…loose pants. He really likes loose fitting clothes with a pair of converse or slides, then maybe a hat to top off the look. He gets complements all the time on how he dresses, but he doesn’t dress like the lacrosse star Jeon Jungkook. This is who he must channel from now own.

The way Jungkook dresses reminds Taehyung of middle school, athletic shorts and a Patagonia long-sleeve. Taehyung goes to his dresser and reaches farther into it than he has in probably years. His hands finally land on a plain long-sleeve with a random brand’s logo and then some tight fitting light wash skinny jeans. Taehyung feels he morphed into a different person in the span of a few minutes, completely disgusted by his mirror’s reflection.

When Jimin sees him for the first time Jimin practically screams. He does do a few little jumps/skips though (which might be worse than if he’d just screamed).

“Taehyung! I did not know you even owned stuff like that,” Jimin says, snickering, landing a punch to Taehyung’s shoulder.

Taehyung wants to laugh but he just rolls his eyes, “I feel naked Jimin, this outfit is absurd.”

“But you do look like every other straight guy at this school, you’ll definitely have Jungkook fooled.”

“Ok so… how long are we going to keep this going?” Taehyung asks, a desperateness to his voice as he looks down at his body. It looks like his head is attached to a completely new person. His shoulders fill out the shirt almost too well, he must have bought the at least 5 years ago when he was a much smaller Taehyung.

“Y’know what our game-plan should be?” Jimin asks.

“I literally don’t, that’s why I asked.”

Jimin laughs, “Oh right. Ok, this is what should happen: You have a month to make Jungkook your friend, if you guys go to a party together, like as two friends going together, you’ll have won and you can stop dressing like that.”

Taehyung wants to strip from these tight fitting clothes the second he hears what Jimin says. “What?! That’s so extreme. Jungkook is so popular, even if we were class friends he won’t hangout with me outside of school.”

Jimin shrugs, “You know how I’m the teacher’s aid in your english class…”

Taehyung dramatically leans back, letting out a large groan, “Jimin, you are literally the worst and I don’t even know what you’re about to say.”

Jimin smiles, “Your english class is going on a field trip in one month and I’m in charge of randomly pairing people to stay in the same hotel room.”

Taehyung’s heart lurches from his chest, he wants to smack Jimin in the face, but he can’t help but stand there without movement and let Jimin continue to unravel his evil plan.

“If you don’t follow through with the plan… I can pair you two lovebirds up in the same room for 2 nights.”

Taehyung was expecting this kind of thing from Jimin, Jimin is always up to stuff like this. In 6th grade Jimin somehow managed to have a joint birthday party with his crush and this resulted in a wonderful photo collage of them cutting the cake together, dancing, everything mirroring a wedding photo book. Jimin has always been devious like that. Taehyung doesn’t know how, but Jimin always finds a way to get exactly what he wants, it’s probably the smile, his little crescent eyed smile.

“Ok Tae Tae… you know I’m your friend,” Jimin says sweetly, “I won’t actually hold you to any of this if you don’t want to… but it’s senior year! I need something to root for because it’d be so entertaining if you actually tried this out.”

“Jimin-” Taehyung tries to start.

“And once this is over and you win at Jungkook being our friend, maybe you can come up with a funny challenge for me and I’ll do it!”

“Jimin. Just listen to me for a second. I’ll do it. But if I win the challenge and get Jungkook to go with me to a party, you owe me like… a lot of money.”

Jimin smiles, knowing how disposable his income is, and juts his hand out to Taehyung. Taehyung with an annoyed sigh-that does have a pitch of endearment to it-meets Jimin’s and they shake on their plan.

Jungkook is doomed, (in a fun way).

Taehyung is, of course, on time for his 6th period class. He manages to hold a to-go box from lunch, a drink sweating with condensation, and his phone, somehow squished between two fingers. He wishes he could go into class and set all this stuff down with time to spare-as he would normally do-but instead he waits until the bell begins to ring and turns from his hidden corner and begins to walk to class. Jungkook is actually ahead of him and holds the door for Taehyung as they make it in before the bell fades out. Mr. Kim does a wave of his hand to acknowledge that they weren’t “actually” late as they find their seats.

Day 2 (of sitting next to Jungkook). 

“So much traffic,” Taehyung mumbles, already trying out his new persona, voice languid and his posture at ease. Jungkook still hardly returns Taehyung’s attention.

“Tell me about it,” he grunts in response. At least Taehyung got a response, that’s a development.  

Taehyung doesn’t try to continue the conversation though, he opens up his to-go box and begins to nibble at the remains. While Taehyung makes himself busy with his food, he uses his peripheral vision to eye up Jungkook as much as he can. Jungkook is dressed very similar to Taehyung, a white t-shirt on, paired with black shorts and some sneakers. The black and white color palette isn’t really Taehyung’s forte-as he usually goes for a beige or monochrome color scheme-but he admits that Jungkook pulls off the simple shades. Jungkook’s black hair goes well with his often black outfits, and the white t-shirt not only contrasts the large amount of black in his pallet, but also doesn’t drown out his skin tone, he’s tan from all his time on the field. The skin that is revealed, most of his arms, most of his legs, his neck, it’s all a warm honey color that would probably taste sweet under the tongue-

Taehyung tries not to get caught actually eyeing up Jungkook. And also not lost in his thoughts. They were definitely spiraling.

Jungkook turns to his friends and makes a comment about whatever assignment they’re in the midst of working on in a different class, Taehyung tilts a head and listens in on what subject they’re discussing.

“Has anyone done the Calc homework?” one of the girls in the group asks. Jungkook groans, finally a noise from him louder than his usual sighs and mumbles.

“Literally no one has, I have no idea who to get it from,” another girl answers.

“The group chat hasn’t been answering either, I think they’re sick of us asking,” one of the guys adds, with a laugh that negates all his previous words.

Taehyung has done the calc homework. But that isn’t part of his new persona. His new persona would ask for it from the group chat and if that didn’t work he’d simply not do it. So that becomes Taehyung’s advice.

“I heard it’s worth like no points,” Taehyung chimes in. Heads turn to look past Jungkook to where Taehyung sits. “I’m not gonna do it and I heard a lot of people aren’t.”

“Really?” The first girl asks, her face turning from concern to a proud smirk. “See guys, Taehyung isn’t stressing so I’m sure we don’t have to be either.”

Taehyung really doesn’t like how she said his name like that, it ruins his persona that he invented today. This new Taehyung is not the voice of reason when it comes to homework. New Taehyung didn’t hear about there even beinghomework until after it was due.

“Dude, I do the homework to get points so I don’t have to do good on every test, you don’t have to worry about that cause you do good on the tests,” Jungkook says. He turns his attention to Taehyung and Taehyung swears this might be the first time they’ve had a face to face conversation throughout the span of high school. But what Jungkook said isn’t a very strong starting point for Taehyung’s plan for achieving friendship. Jungkook’s words are sharp and Taehyung wishes he could just roll his eyes and ignore Jungkook as he would normally do. Taehyung tries to play it cool though, scoffing at Jungkook’s comment and slouching farther into his seat.

“She doesn’t actually look at what we write on the paper for homework, just scribble down some numbers and you’ll get full credit if you really care.”

Jungkook raises a brow and turns back to his friends with his shoulders raised.

“I mean, we’re only like 2 days into the school year, she might be an easy homework grader,” Jungkook says, his words instantly encouraging the rest of the group to agree.

One of Jungkook’s friends, Jung Hoseok, leans forward from his seat and outstretches his arm to Taehyung, “Dab me up bro, you’re a real one,” he says, fist bumping Taehyung who obliges with a mild smile. “Did you have a senior friend last year who told you how she grades?”

“Yeah,” Taehyung responds, dropping his arm from the fist bump and letting his arm slouch onto the back of Jungkook’s seat. Jungkook obviously feels the brush of Taehyung’s arm as it glides from his seat and back to Tae’s lap, and Jungkook’s body tenses with the sensation. Undetected from the rest of the group, Jungkook’s eyes dart over to look at Taehyung, but Taehyung tries his hardest not to emote, meeting Jungkook’s stare and then ignoring him to look behind him at his friends. Jungkook looks away from Taehyung when the brown haired boy disregards the eye contact.

“Bro, that’s hella chill, dab me up again, you’re for real the plug,” Hoseok says again, smiling widely and reaching behind Jungkook’s shoulder’s again to fist bump Taehyung. Taehyung, feeling even bolder after this exchange going so well, lets his arm slip back to Jungkook’s seat but leaves it there. The rest of Jungkook’s friends turn to each other to start their own conversations and Jungkook sits still with his eyes trained on his paper. Taehyung, with his free hand, starts picking at his leftover food again, and only lets his arm drop when Mr. Kim finally stands up to formally begin the class’ lesson.

When Taehyung’s arm casually slips off Jungkook’s chair to rest at Taehyung’s lap, Jungkook’s eyes follow. Taehyung is internally very focused on the lecture, outwardly projecting a dazed off appearance, one of someone completely spacing out. So he doesn’t see how Jungkook watches his arm, Taehyung’s tan skin only revealed in select places from under his long sleeve. What are exposed are his large hands, the veins are prominent and clench as he grazes his palm from his thigh to his knee. He does this back and forth, the repetition enticing Jungkook, who wishes he wasn’t so invested in how the boy’s hand moves. It grabs onto his knee, and from there slides up to his thigh, and then once again back to his knee. It has Jungkook imagining different things, what that large hand would feel like grazing up his skin-

Jungkook finally snaps out of it, trying to find an object to space out on, to drown out the sound of the lecture and forget all these new, strange and invasive thoughts.

But he can’t stop his mind from circling back to Kim Taehyung.

[the-fiction-witch]

The time has come ... For a little

Real life story time

This post is going to feature two stories from our real life's that... We have both decided to finally tell to all of you.

Warnings : sadness, rape, self harm, and many other horrible things

Amber's story:

I have decided to tell this story as a bit of an insight perhaps into how I got the way I am, how I turned what was a horrible experience into fuel to create and become better as a person, because I realized with our little baby on the way it's time I stop letting this thing that happened have so much power over me and if I share it with you all, it has no power to hurt me anymore.

Okay, here we go...

This takes place when I was 13, the year was 2014 and it was January, I had been back at school maybe two or three weeks from the Xmas break when I had been away with visiting family and over the break I had put on a little extra weight and when I was 13 I was still like waiting for a growth spurt so I was kinda short and chubby. Important to not for the story I was a massive theatre kid mostly musical theatre, I was in every school production they ran. Now it's probably a good thing to mention Tommy we where not a couple we had been best friends all though primary school and where still bffs... We where at the point looking back at it, we both kinda liked each other but we where at the age where we didn't realize it yet, it was kinda like the hugs we did since childhood lasted that little bit longer, the coming over to someone's house has a much more ... Kinda romantic energy like before ohh Tommy's coming over cool, now it was ohh Tommy's coming over I should have a bath and out a dress on and we didn't quite realize here that we liked each other.

And what happened was, these boys I can remember each and everyone of them there where three I will use there real names because fuck it I'm not afraid to!

Daniel, Lewis and Harry but for simplicity we will call them the trio

Now they had picked on me since day one of secondary school / highschool, for anything my weight my looks my voice everything... But they way they did that was, to compliment me, funny I know? The world compliment me in a way that you knew it was a joke you knew they where taking the Mick and I had ignored them, until this day.

I was in the drama department it was me, Tommy and our friend James and we where just kinda messing around, my teacher had asked me to clean out the prop room and sort the costume rails for the production of bugsy Malone we where doing at the time and as I was the theatre kid of that year she asked me and Tommy and James both took drama but they did set drama so they where on the production as stage hands and I, Tommy and James we where just kinda messing around taking pictures with funny props and costumes while we where working when we heard the door so looked busy thinking of a teacher had come in but...it wasn't it was the trio

We where all kinda confused because... Like what are you guys doing here? Like what do you want? And they said

"Mr ----(I blanked out the teachers names for privacy) said he needs to talk to Tommy and James about some lighting yells"

So we went ohh Okay and Tommy and James both left and didn't think much about it, I had been sorting the costume rails maybe ten minutes and I noticed like laughing like hushed laughed and I looked and noticed the Harry had put his phone in the end of a prop sword and was filming up my skirt I kicked off and starting yelled and trying to get his phone from him telling them how gross and horrible that was and I remember Daniel who was kinda the leader of the trio told me

"ohh well your always flashing It we wanted a picture"

I of course completely go crazy trying To to hit them and break there phone's I was so angry! And while I was trying to fight somehow the other boys got my arms and Daniel who wasn't holding me told me I was pretty and that they where just joking around like 'ohh the camera wasn't on you freak'

And I remember he told me... 'well you where with Tommy and James so us three shouldn't be a problem it's just one more person to have a turn'

And I didn't know at the time being a little 13 year old didn't understand... What they meant, I do now.

Each of them had there turn with me even if I screamed and kicked and cried all the while one off them would be filming it like passing the phone from each person as they swapped between holding me and being behind me.

And that's how official speaking I lost my virginity.

When they left me there I burried myself in the prop room for ages until James and Tommy got back being like

"we couldn't find Mr----- anywhere when we did he said it was bullshit he didn't need to talk to them"

And I was still crying and tramatised by what had just happened but I didn't tell them I didn't tell anyone about what happened. And my class after that which I did go too still sniffling and just destroyed because of what happened it was English and... I was failing English because I was a terrible speller my handwriting was awful, but the only thing I liked was creative writing just because I liked to make up stories and make up people and I went in and I love this teacher miss Jones loved her to bits because she didn't give a Shit about my spelling my handwriting she just liked me to be involved, as well as being a thertre kid so I was always happy to like read parts when we read books in class, but today was a creative writing lesson and... I remember just sitting there and thinking to myself looking at this blank page like

"how can I write something down given what I have just been thought not even an hour after it"

And I realized, I could take my pain and my sadness and make it creative and I wrote a story about a girl who just wanted to run away from the world and yet every time she ran something she didn't know what would force her back pull her back and it was how she had to go back and find whatever it was pulling her so she could be free and run away, and I read it in class and... Other students where in tears my teacher was in tears, and a week later my teachers made me stand up and read my story infront of my whole year and all there treachers too I even won a creative award for it and... Still as far as I have been told my story from that day still sits on the wall in the English corridor of my school. And I think maybe a few weeks later I got a new Tumblr and I called it whatifwecouldbecomefiction and posted my First story on this site.

I don't know if it's right to say but, in some ways I'm happy about it, it was horrible and some nights it still haunts me but, if I had been happy just coming from being so happy with my Freinds would I be where I am now would I have become the writer I am?

It still hurts but now everyone knows it can't hurt me anymore.

Okay... Tommy's turn.

Thanks honeybug... Now let's get ready for the second horrible show.

Tommy's story

I was sixteen we where in our last year of school and we where in the revision before exams started. I was a .... Ummm horny 16 year old boy, like seriously I had to like wear boxers two sizes to small in the hope it would keep the Bonner I knew I would be getting at school down and away from it like being obvious, and I really really really really really really really liked amber, but... It was a no go because I thought I was deep in the Freind Zone you know we had been bff for over ten years at this point, I was in love but thought no way never gonna happen she's not going to be into me, so I had a kinda second choice girl ... For the sake of her privacy let's call her Lucy she was like your classic, pretty in pick popular girl like a mean girls popular kid, long blonde hair she was cute kinda dumb but cute, anyway I delevoped a little bit of a thing for her obviously my heart was still like amber we love her so much, but... Uhh my dick was kinda like well we will take whatever we can get and we could have that right now soo let's try with that

And one day while we where just chilling I got a FB request from lucy I accepted happily and sort of began like the sort of flirty pokeing and liking on FB for about a month then I got a FB message on messenger from her saying stuff like

Ohh your cute

And we should really chat more

And so I was sort of on the chatting up swing with her and one night she asks me to send her a pic, now I'm not gonna beat around the bush here, I did as she asked and send her little a pic of me in bed shirtless trying to look sexy, she sent like a pic back of her boobs in a tight Shirt and obviously 16 year old Tommy was... Excited and I had a moped and I was like yeah I am totally in she aanyme over I can be over in like give minutes my parents are out you know stars align kinda luck here, this went on for a couple hours of sending pics and little videos back and forth with each other, for examples I sent like pics of me naked, of just my dick, videos of me jerking off, videos with like sounds of like me moaning and stuff like groaning her name and stuff like that because you know that's what she wanted and I got kinda equivalent back I did notice T first the videos didn't have sound which I fought was odd but she said ohh well my mic is broken on my phone and we'll... Little horny Tommy went along with it all anything she wanted and then I noticed a picture she sent me she had sent before like the exact same picture and I asked ohh this is like the same pic

And she deleted it and replaced it which confused me a little and I suddenly realized all the photos where from a gallery not from like taking it and sending it I asked but go nothing back for a few hours it's like really really late now like 1 or 2 am and I started to panic and amber texts me out of the blue and asks

"Tommy I just got like a picture of you, sent to me from an unknown account"

And I looked and it was the picture I took of me in my bathroom mirror naked but like below my hips where cut off in the pic so they had made I so you couldn't see I didn't know what to really do so I deleted like all of my photos I sent all the videos I sent but then Lucy send me a link and I clicked it and it was a live stream that had been posted on all our schools years group chats all the pages send to everyones phones and the stream was a video of all the texts and stuff I had been sending to Lucy been screenshotted all the pics I sent, I was crying at this point and as the stream went on it had the videos in too.

In that moment knowing everyone in my school year had pretty much just seen me naked and touching myself I shut down completely I deleted all my social media blocked pretty much everyone I couldn't from my phone and just took like a week of school because I convinced mum I was sick so I didn't have to go in. I kept getting messages though still from people laughing at me and making fun of me and calling me gross and awful and in my digging I found out the account I had been talking with was fake that Lucy's ex boyfriend had made it using her pics she sent him to basically try to prank people and I fell for it. And he now has all of this stuff of me and he was sending it around to like all the girls in my year all the people we all knew.

I had to go in to school at some point obviously because exam's where coming so I had to go in and everyone just looked at me

like I was a whore,

And everyone called me names and took the piss out of me people like looked me up and down like a stripper and obviously where like showing there Freinds stuff on there phone's and I just tried to run away from everyone I skipped three classes just hidden away behind the out building in just tears and I got sent some messages that basically said

You have to give us money or do our work for us or else... We are making physical copies of the pictures and posting them around school, we will send them to your family in the post, we will send them all to the real Lucy that you like and to amber because we know you have thing for her to

Basically blackmailing me because... What choice did I have they knew where I lived and they had all the pictures and videos they could destroy my whole life if I didn't do as they asked so.

I went home and transfer all the Money I had saved up from my little job that I had been saving for a car and I gave all of it to them. Which was around 300 to 400 pounds

And they messaged me back and said Okay we have taken it down, but now... If you want us to keep our mouths shut about it and clear like the live stream the group chat stuff we need insurance that I'll Keep paying them

So I was like well I've just given you everything I have what more can I do here and I was in again just compele tears at this point and they said they wanted me to go over to one of there houses and basically do photos they wanted to make sure I wouldn't stop paying them because these would be like a million times worse.

And like an idiot I went along with them and did what they wanted me to and these where like, not just ohh embarrassing look a bonner or anything like the first ones there where like if one of these go posted somewhere I would have to like move country I would have my life compeletly destroyed if anyone found out about them.

And I kept slipping school and paying them basically all my work money like my full paycheck went to them as soon as I got it and if it was late they would start like threatening to post them and I had to convince them it was my boss being late and I would have to send them more stuff so they would trust me.

Till one day amber came over and I had been avoiding amber like a plague I didn't want to see her or talk with her just because I was so scared she had seen the stuff and she came over my mum let her in and she came up to my room and I knew she had seen I could just tell by her face and the fact she was looking away from me like avoiding eye contact with me as she was asking how I was with it all I compeletly lied to her and said i was fine, problem was as you can probably guess amber knows me better then that, she knows when I love to her

And I just broke down crying into her arms as we sat up in my room just about everything that had happened and I explained to her everything that happened from my perspective, and I told her about the money and the pictures they made me take at there place just compeletly opened Pandora's box just told her everything her first suggestion was to go to the police I actually love the way she said it too

"does school know?"

"what the hell do they care" "they won't do anything"

"then go over them, Police, a lawyer, a assasin"

It just makes me laugh how she tried to cheer me up when I was just in such a bad place

We went to the police got it all sorted out. And I actually told amber how I felt about her and... Well the rest is history I guess. And still you know this is the only social media I have that I share with amber because I am just terrified of it, and why I don't think I will ever so a face reveal just because I know somewhere on the internet those pictures are still floating around I know they are I've seen them a couple times, and I'm terrified someone will recognise me, which is part of why as much as it broke my heart I moved away from amber for uni because I just wanted to go somewhere where knowone knee about what happened .

And that's our little stories about the horrible things that have happened to us, I think having told it to you guys makes me feel so much better I can tell we both feel better for telling the stories rather then keeping them as this big secret, and now hopefully having been together so long and now with our little baby on the way, we can both kinds say yeah Shi happened but it's behind us both now and we have a great future to look forward to with little melody.

[jcallaghanarchive]

"i think it's very healthy to spend time alone. you need to know how to be alone and not be defined by another person."

basic information

FULL NAME: josephine sanne callaghan PRONUNCIATION: joe-suh-feen | sah-nah | cal-uh-han MEANING:  god will add/increase REASONING: her mother preferred the name over her other choices NICKNAME(S): jo, josie. but no one is allowed to call her josie anymore. she hates it . PREFERRED NAME(S): jo BIRTH DATE: june 6th AGE: 22 ZODIAC: gemini GENDER: cis female PRONOUNS: she/her ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: biromantic SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual NATIONALITY: irish ETHNICITY: irish  CURRENT LOCATION: wilson, oregon LIVING CONDITIONS: lives in an apartment with her two cats. TITLE(S): miss

background

BIRTH PLACE: dublin, ireland HOMETOWN: kinnegad, ireland SOCIAL CLASS: middle class EDUCATION LEVEL: graduated highschool & college. has a degree in music theory & comp. FATHER: thomas callaghan MOTHER: maeve daly-callaghan SIBLING(S): simon, jordan & soairse callaghan (they are all half-siblings) BIRTH ORDER: simon, JO, jordan, & soairse CHILDREN: none. PET(S): two cats, cornelius & pandora OTHER IMPORTANT RELATIVES: none. PREVIOUS RELATIONSHIPS: she never had a serious relationship tbh, just a few here and there ARRESTS?: none PRISON TIME?: none

occupation & income

PRIMARY SOURCE OF INCOME: waitress at the jefferson street diner SECONDARY SOURCE OF INCOME: she gives piano lessons TERTIARY SOURCE(S) OF INCOME: none. APPROXIMATE AMOUNT PER YEAR:  $21,000 CONTENT WITH THEIR JOB (OR LACK THERE OF)?: yeah, tbh she loves being a waitress PAST JOB(S): growing up she worked in her mother’s flower shop SPENDING HABITS: she’s pretty frugal tbh MOST VALUABLE POSSESSION: she has a little shoebox filled with a few of noah’s belongings. anything in that box really

skills & abilities

PHYSICAL STRENGTH: 7/10 OFFENSE: 8/10 DEFENSE: 8/10 SPEED: 7/10 INTELLIGENCE: 8/10 ACCURACY: 6/10 AGILITY:  6/10 STAMINA: 9/10 TEAMWORK: 5/10 TALENTS: she can play the piano!! she’s been playing for almost 18 years. SHORTCOMINGS: computers usually LANGUAGE(S) SPOKEN: english & gaelic DRIVE?: she can, but she doesn’t. she used to back in ireland but not in wilson oop JUMP-STAR A CAR?: yep! CHANGE A FLAT TIRE?: nope! RIDE A BICYCLE?: yes SWIM?: not properly, no PLAY AN INSTRUMENT?: the piano!!  PLAY CHESS?: nope BRAID HAIR?: just a simple braid, nothing fancy TIE A TIE?: for someone else, but not if she was wearing one. does that make sense? PICK A LOCK?: yep lol

physical appearance & characteristics

FACE CLAIM: britt robertson EYE COLOR: blue HAIR COLOR: blonde HAIR TYPE/STYLE: not thick but not thin, kept past shoulders. for the most part it’s always down and naturally waves GLASSES/CONTACTS?: neither DOMINANT HAND: she’s a lefty ay HEIGHT: 5′0 (and like 3/4) WEIGHT: 114 lbs. BUILD: bony/thing tbh EXERCISE HABITS: lol what’s exercise?? no but, she walks everywhere. that’s abou tit. SKIN TONE: fair TATTOOS: set of roses going up left hip. “per aspera ad astra” on right ribcage. heartbeat on her wrist, “suivez votre coeur” under the heartbeat. winter landscape on right thigh that says “no winter lasts forever” && spring landscape on left thigh that says “no spring skips its turn.” PEIRCINGS: septum, and the multiple ear piercings. tragus and an industrial bar. MARKS/SCARS: scar on lower right abdomen. she got her appendix removed. NOTABLE FEATURES: eyes and hair i think USUAL EXPRESSION: she always looks mildly amused tbh CLOTHING STYLE: simple. she wears jeans and a t-shirt most of the time.  JEWELRY: other than her piercings, she wears a few bracelets. ALLERGIES: pollen, but that’s really it. BODY TEMPERATURE: she’s naturally warm tbh DIET: she just?? eats whatever?? but her metabolism is fast bc of the meds she takes PHYSICAL AILMENTS: she’s got bad knees?? it’s genetics??

psychology

JUNG TYPE: ESTP JUNG SUBTYPE: ??? ENNEAGRAM TYPE: type 4 MORAL ALIGNMENT: true neutral TEMPERAMENT: phlegmatic ELEMENT: PRIMARY INTELLIGENCE TYPE: APPROXIMATE IQ: 127 MENTAL CONDITIONS/DISORDERS: adhd/add, mild asd SOCIABILITY: she’s pretty social tbh EMOTIONAL STABILITY: 8/10 OBSESSION(S):  none COMPULSION(S):  staying busy to keep her mind off of everything PHOBIA(S): losing everyone entirely, dyin galone ADDICTION(S): alcohol (mildly) DRUG USE: no ALCOHOL USE: yes. somewhat excessive PRONE TO VIOLENCE?: not really??

mannerisms

SPEECH STYLE: idk?? she talks kinda fast ACCENT: irish....? QUIRKS: idk HOBBIES: piano playing, writing music HABITS: cleaning. she cleans a lot. NERVOUS TICKS: she taps her fingers against any surface nearby, knee bouncing DRIVES/MOTIVATIONS: she just wants to be happy and to live a life that noah would be proud of FEARS: getting closet o people and then losing them/them dying POSITIVE TRAITS: independent, hard-working, honest NEGATIVE TRAITS: stubborn, clumsy, forgetful SENSE OF HUMOR: she’s pretty funny. at least she likes to think that she is DO THEY CURSE OFTEN?: “so fucking often” CATCHPHRASE(S): she doesnt have one?

favorites

ACTIVITY: playing the piano, walking in the park ANIMAL: sheep BEVERAGE: orange juice BOOK: the five people you meet in heaven by mitch albom CELEBRITY: COLOR: purple & black DESIGNER: ??? FOOD: french fries FLOWER: irises GEM: HOLIDAY:  hallooween MODE OF TRANSPORTATION: walking MOVIE: wreck-it ralph MUSICAL ARTIST: the workday release QUOTE/SAYING: “no winter lasts forever, no spring skips its turn” SCENERY: SCENT: linen & lavender SPORT: soccer SPORTS TEAM: TELEVISION SHOW: love (the netflix series) WEATHER: stormy!! VACATION DESTINATION: tbh anywhere

attitudes

GREATEST DREAM: GREATEST FEAR: just losing everyone, dying alone. typical things ig MOST AT EASE WHEN: she’s sitting in front of her piano LEAST AT EASE WHEN: she wakes up in the middle of the night from a nightmare/can’t sleep WORST POSSIBLE THING THAT COULD HAPPEN: it all happened already i??? BIGGEST ACHIEVEMENT: graduating & moving tbh BIGGEST REGRET: not telling noah she was pregnant MOST EMBARRASSING MOMENT: BIGGEST SECRET: she had an abortion TOP PRIORITIES: her cats??