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woohoorin · 1 month ago
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"This match will get red hot, and begin!"
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krreader · 6 years ago
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the jeon twins.
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pairing: jeon jeongguk x reader (well, technically it’s two jeongguk’s lol) fandom: bts warnings: non idol!au ; college!au ; twins!au genre: fluff ; angst
summary: jk thought he was doing this for his twin’s good. falling in love with you while pretending to be kookie was never something he planned on doing and he hated himself for it.
a/n: it’s days like these where I’m thankful I know how to use photoshop lol. anyways, about the ending, I really didn’t know what I wanted to do, so I figured I leave an open end and see what you guys think. I might make two separate endings where you end up with either the one or the other, but idk, we’ll see. thank you @vincent-j-clint-renoir for the request ♥ (masterlist links are in my description box)
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“What are you doing?” JK asked with furrowed eyebrows as he approached his twin brother, “Let's go home.”
“Ah, yeah. Right,” his brother immediately picked up his backpack and his books, but kept his eyes firmly on something – or rather, someone – who was just walking out of the university building.
“Why don't you just ask her out if you're so interested in her? It's literally no big deal,” JK shoved his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket and continued chewing on his gum.
“For you maybe,” his twin muttered under his breath.
That was just the thing, wasn't it? The Jeon twins where actually quite famous around campus.. well, actually just one of them was. They called one JK, a fitting name for someone like him. Bad boy, womanizer, the cool guy, the one that everyone wanted to be friends with. And then there was Kookie, also a fitting name for someone like his twin brother. He was the shy one, the one that rather studied and watched everything from afar and the one who could count his friends on one hand.
JK was experienced with girls. He’s had his share of tumbles and “girlfriends” and enjoyed his life when it came down to sex. Kookie on the other hand has never had a girlfriend - except for that one relationship when he was five with his neighbor - and has definitely not had sex, as much as he would like to.
No, he wasn't like his twin at all. 
So he couldn't just go up to you and ask you out, something that JK would do in a heartbeat, because he knew how to talk to girls.
And as they were passing by you and your friends, all of them giggled frantically when JK was smirking at them. And then there was you, smiling not at JK, but at Kookie, who blushed straight away.
Maybe that’s why he had fallen in love with you. Because you never seemed to care about JK, always about Kookie. Whenever it was the two of them together, your focus was on the shy one. It’s not that you’ve ever exchanged more than five words with each other, but you still seemed to like him..
And maybe that's why JK was so determined to help his twin get the girl, because you seemed to be as shy about this as Kookie was.
Or maybe it was the way he found Kookie scrolling through your social media that night with a sad sigh, before closing the app like he did every night.
Maybe that's what finally made JK snap and steal his phone when Kookie was taking a shower. 
Maybe that's what made him message you from his account, asking you if you wanted to go out with him - Kookie, not JK.
If only he had known what a grave mistake that was then.
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“Dude, oh my fucking god, you just got a message from JK!” your friend nearly dropped your phone when the message came in and pushed the phone into your face.
“That's.. Kookie,” you gently took it away from her, but she had already lost interest as it wasn't the Jeon twin she was interested in.
You, on the other hand?
“Is he asking you to study with him or what?”
“No.. he asked me out to have dinner with him later tonight..”
“Oh my god, say yes and tell him to bring his brother so we can go together. Oh god, please, (Y/N). You know how much I want JK!”
“That's.. not a very good idea for a first date. I feel like you'd sleep with him on the table.”
“Can you blame me?” she chuckled and fell onto her back, staring dreamily at your ceiling, “He's literally a god.”
To be quite honest, you didn't understand why everyone was thirsting after JK so much, when his twin brother looked exactly like him. Was it only because JK was a bad boy? Because that's what girls liked? Because you rather liked Kookie for his intelligence and for his shyness. You liked how he didn't chase after girls, but rather just smiled at them when they smiled at him. You liked how he was respectful and valued rules.
You'd pick Kookie any day.
And so that's what made you say yes.
However what you didn't know, was that you hadn't been messaging with Kookie, but with JK all along.
JK figured that he should probably take that first step for his twin brother, should get to know you a bit and make sure that you were okay, right? That's what a good brother would do. No, he was totally not doing this because he actually thought you were really cute. And he only deleted the conversation once everything was settled, so that the surprise wouldn’t get ruined when JK would come back later that night and would tell him that Kookie was now dating the girl of his dreams, all thanks to his twin brother.
“Hey, can I borrow some of your clothes?” JK asked, but didn't wait for Kookie to answer, already opening up his closet.
“Why would you want some of my clothes?” Kookie looked up from his book and watched his twin change with furrowed eyebrows.
“I just.. feel like wearing something like this tonight,” he shrugged, trying to play innocent.
“Where are you going?”
“Ah, just out, you know. Nothing special.”
He already started to feel guilty, but continued to tell himself that he was doing this for Kookie. That when he would get home that night, he would be the best brother of the century, because he managed to get his twin brother the girl he always wanted.
“Have fun, I guess. And don't ruin my clothes, or I'll tell mom about it.”
And so about an hour later, JK smiled brightly at you, but quickly averted his eyes when he realized he had to pretend to be Kookie.
Don't be confident, or she'll notice.
“Hey,” you smiled, awkwardly standing in front of him.
“You.. look beautiful,” attractive, smoking hot, drop dead gorgeous.. that's what JK would have said. But no, he had to pretend to be his boring brother tonight.
“Thank you. And.. thank you for asking me out. I.. was actually hoping you would.”
So you really were interested in Kookie, huh? Interesting.
“Do you want to go inside?”
It wasn't the fanciest restaurant, but better than the restaurants JK usually brought his dates. This would definitely be the kind of place Kookie would take a girl to.. if he ever had dates.
“Sure,” and so you followed him inside, waited until you were seated, before you cleared your throat and smiled again, “So.. how was your day?”
“It just got a lot better,” he grinned, but then quickly shook his head when you looked surprised at his confidence, “I mean.. well, because you're here and because.. you know, because you're you and..-”
Oh, he hated this.
But he didn't hate your laugh. He didn't hate the way you smiled at him like he was the only one that mattered and that you actually liked this shyness of him.
How come he had never noticed just how pretty you actually were?
And smart.. and kind.. and loving.. traits that the girls JK was going out with didn’t usually have.
They were hot and good for sex, but none of them were really bright. None of them could make his heart beat faster..
He has never wanted to really get to know a girl. He wanted to sleep with them, then he wanted to move on to the next one. That's how it's been for years. Never had he dreaded to say goodbye to someone like he was dreading it now.
“Thank you for walking me home,” you said with a smile, looking down to your keys, “I.. really liked tonight.”
“Yeah, me too,” he said honestly. Not as Kookie, but as JK.
You hesitated for a moment, but somehow you felt like it was right. You felt like a small kiss wouldn't be too bad, right? And he'd probably be too shy to go for it anyways, so why not?
If JK's brain had worked properly, he would have pushed you away and he would have told you the truth. But the butterflies in his stomach prevented him from doing so. No, instead, they made him put his hands on your waist and pull you closer. And maybe you were surprised when you could feel his tongue against your lower lip, but you also didn't seem to mind. If anything, you pulled him even closer towards you.
“Well, hello, hello, hello,” your friend leaned against the door with a chuckle. Only that made you and him part, turning your heads to look at her and you immediately looking down in embarrassment, “And here I always thought that only your twin brother could kiss like that.”
“(Y/F/N)!”
“What? It's true! I might switch to Team Kookie now..”
Kookie, who was actually JK, just chuckled and kissed your cheek one last time, “I'll text you, alright?”
“Yeah.. thanks again for tonight.”
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“You're home late,” the voice of his twin brother made JK jump and then freeze as he stared into the eyes of the man he just pretended to be for the last couple of hours, “Where did you go?”
“Why are you still up? It's way past your bed time..”
“You're not funny, you know?” he took a sip from his water and became even more suspicious when JK suddenly looked at his phone and.. smiled. But not in a: 'I got laid tonight' way but in a 'I'm so glad she texted', “Who is that?”
“Huh?” he immediately turned off his phone and pushed it into his pockets, shaking his head, “Nobody. Go to bed, Kookie. It's late.”
He'd get behind it sooner or later.
Hopefully later.
JK knew that this was fucked up. Each day that passed, he realized just how bad it was. When he saw you in school, he always made sure that his brother was far away from you, so that neither of you would uncover the lies that JK piled up.
The truth was, he just didn't want this to end yet.
And it was too late now to tell you the truth. And besides, he couldn’t break his brother’s heart, not yet. He loved him too much for that.
He knew that he couldn't keep going like this forever, but.. just a little longer, he told himself as he was kissing you behind the stands of the soccer field, pulling you as close as he could.
“I need to go back to class,” you giggled into the kiss.
“Not yet.. just.. a little longer,” he replied, kissing your neck, “Five more minutes.”
“That's what you said five minutes ago..-”
“Then just two more minutes. Just two more, I promise..-”
You were happy. Both of you. You were laughing and you enjoyed these feelings that you had for each other, both of you looking forward to the future ahead of you.
But while you were so completely lost in each others embraces, you didn't notice a third person watching.
You didn't hear his heart breaking.
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“Hey, hey, hey, brother of mine. What's up?” JK plopped down onto the couch next to his twin brother, but Kookie just continued writing something into his notebook, not even looking up. Not even when JK nudged his side, “What's up? Didn't get an A today?”
“Honey, could you help me in the kitchen?” their mother asked, looking directly at JK with a worried look in her eyes.
And even though he didn't like leaving his brother like this, he felt like his mother knew what was going on.
She always did.
“What's up with him today?” he asked as he had closed the door, “He's never this quiet.”
“I think.. I think something happened in school,” his mother said in a worried tone, “His eyes looked like he had cried.”
“Cried?!” and then rage consumed JK at the thought that someone might have been making fun of his twin brother. He used to fight every single bully his brother had encountered in his life and it never mattered to him if he came home with bruises all over his body. He would never let anyone make fun of him. And that's why he stormed back out of the kitchen and demanded: “Tell me who it was. I'll kill them.”
“JK stop,” his mother shook her head and ran after him, wanting to give her other son a bit of space. She felt like that’s what he needed more right now.
“You want to know who it was?” Kookie finally spoke for the first time since he came home today, angrily pushing the notebook down to the ground and standing up, both his mother and JK taken aback by this behavior, “Then kill yourself, I guess.”
“Kookie!”
“What?” JK narrowed his eyes at him, “What the fuck are you on?”
“I guess you ran out of girls to fuck with, hm? Or maybe it just wasn't exciting for you anymore.. maybe you felt like taking away the one person that actually mattered to me would be fun.”
JK blinked a couple of times and tried to remain calm, but he knew that he was fucked.
He knew that Kookie knew.
“What.. what are you talking about, sweetheart?” his mother asked soothingly, trying to remain the calming force in this fight.
“You knew how much I cared about her. You knew how much I liked her. And you just.. took her away from me!” he screamed.
“Listen, it's not like that..-”
But when JK wanted to touch Kookie, he did something he had never done before. He punched his twin brother straight in the face. His mother screamed, JK fell down the floor and Kookie started crying. 
It was a mess.
“I loved her. Me. For years. And you knew that. You..- and she..- she looks at you.. like I always wanted her to look at me,” and that was probably the worst thing. That she fell in love with him too. That it was always JK and never Kookie, “I just wanted her to pick me.. just for once.. I wanted it to be me.”
And as Kookie grabbed his jacket and left the house, his mother running after him, JK whispered: “She did pick you..”
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“I texted you ten minutes ago.. how come you're here this quickly?” you laughed as you pulled him inside by his jacket, already kissing him.
And while JK, who still pretended to be Kookie, would have liked to pretend a little while longer, he gently pushed you back and cupped your face with one of his hands.
“I.. I think we need to talk.”
It was only then that you saw his black eye, worry washing over you right away as you inspected it.
“What.. what the hell, Kookie?!”
“(Y/N), please, just..-” he took a deep breath, nausea hitting him at the name, “I need to talk to you.”
If you hadn't been so worried, you would have thought he came here to break up with you. Which, in a way, was true.
You sat down on the couch, but not before you had given him an ice pack he could press against his eye.
“Tell me what happened.”
It would probably be better to start from the beginning, but he somehow had to talk about his feelings for you first.. hoping it would make this a little less.. shitty.
“I.. like you. A lot,” he nodded, “More than I ever thought I would like anyone in my life, so that's why I'm telling you this so late.”
“What do you mean?” you furrowed your eyebrows.
“I never wanted anyone to get hurt. I just wanted to help my brother. I never.. I never thought I'd fall in love with you in the process.”
Your heart skipped a beat, but not because of happiness.
“Kookie?”
JK licked over his lips and then finally shook his head, “No.”
There was a reason he never went further than making out with you. There was a reason he always pushed you away when you wanted to get intimate. Making out with you when you thought he was someone else was bad enough, but he couldn't sleep with you. 
That wasn't fair to you.
“JK?” you whispered.
“He loves you so much, (Y/N),” his voice was breaking from how hurt he was by his own words, “I just never realized how much until today. I never would have let it get this far if I had known.”
“This.. entire time? It's always been you?”
He didn't meet your eyes, too afraid what he might see if he did, but instead he was staring at the ice pack in his hands.
“I'm sorry. I'm sorry for having done this to you.”
Your brain was in shambles. Mainly because you didn't know what you were feeling right now. Betrayed? For sure. Confused? Absolutely. Because who did you fall in love with then? JK? Because during this entire time, he pretended to be his brother. So did you fall in love with Kookie then?
“How long did you think this would last? Were you always going to pretend?”
“I wanted to tell you sooner, but I was.. scared,” he said honestly, suddenly feeling vulnerable, “Scared you'd leave me if you realized it wasn't him but me.”
And he never thought these words would leave his mouth.
That someone would actually want his brother more than him. Maybe that's what it's truly been about this entire time.. maybe Kookie was right.
Maybe this was a fucking competition after all.
“Why did you even do this in the first place?”
“Kookie has been interested in you for years, (Y/N). Literally years. I figured that if I take that first step for him, if I can convince him that you have good intentions and that you genuinely want to get to know him, he wouldn't be so scared anymore. But then when we had that first date you were just.. nothing like I expected you to be. I liked you. And I wanted to get to know you.”
He should have told you then. Then you would have got to know the real him too, maybe would have even accepted to go out with him as JK and not Kookie..
“I don't know what to say,” you mumbled.
“You don't have to say anything. I needed you to know the truth, that's why I came here. And I.. wanted to see you one last time.”
Because for him, this was the end. He couldn't be with you, knowing how much hurt he had caused his brother with it.
Yes, he had fallen in love with you and yes, he would love to spend his life with you.. but his brother..- he couldn't do that to him, even if you gave him the chance.
“Did you mean it? Any of it?” you asked as he was already halfway through the door.
“All of it,” he turned around to look at you, a sad smile on his face, “Maybe.. maybe one day you could get to know the real Kookie. He's.. a great guy.”
But who did you really want?
Kookie or JK?
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mistergothlord · 8 years ago
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Ask you anything: What is your biggest regret?
Again, apologies for the lack of response. Apparantly, the Tumblr app enjoys being an impulsive rodent when it comes to inbox notifications.
As for the question, I can go on and on about my regrets, some that are far as simple and useless, and the other more reasonable and still haunt me to this day.
These three, however, remain as a stain.
1.) The first mistake I made was tampering with multiple fandoms, specifically the WC and STH fandom, when I was just a younger lad. I wanted to see how angry the people would get just by drawing the worst crack ships unimaginable, playing a personality of a thirteen-year-old freak, create satirical OCs, and the constant adult jokes equivalent to Seth MacFarlane.  It was so hostile that people went as far as posting my art onto bad art blogs, and I had to immediately stop just to tell the people who ran the blogs to take it down. I left the fanbases a year after the incident, never to speak of it again.
Whenever I think back to when I was younger, it gets all over my head like the plague to where I don’t even eat for a day. It’s just a middle school regret, yes, but it’s the worst. Fortunately though, all of this idiocy was how I met my first few online friends within a week and how I joined an animation team full of MLP fans.
And even to this day, I always set up an FAQ on my DA, telling people not to post my art on other websites without my consent.
2.) The second one was a creation of an OC I made back in 2013, who I won’t mention at all or even ever, because it’s just that grotesque.
I’ve long feared that this regret would be brought up again, and the pain is more than I can bear.
I remember when I used to run multiple ask blogs to where my sister would ask me, “How are you handling all of them at once?” The answer was that I was extremely addicted to MLP and DCMK at the time, and those two were all I could think about. Of course, I tried to get her to watch it, but she kept running away whenever I forced her on my chair, but that’s another story.
Anyway, the character I made back in 2013 was just a basic “Black and blue” kind of original character you’d find on the internet, complete with a tragic backstory, bizarre plotholes that barely connect, and Homestuck handwriting. However, people didn’t really care about the character, and I was delighted when people would come to ask my character one question after another, so much so that I would draw their character, and they would reblog it, and I’d happily watch as the notes arise above.
This is where it leads to the story of my ex-friend.
I remember when we met each other on Tumblr, with each other envious with our art styles. I would enjoy everything they drew, and would try the best I can to motivate them. I even went as far as talking to their friends, too! Ah, I would go to all the things we’ve done, but that’ll be all you’ll know.
One day, I went way too far with our characters, and they called me out for behaving immaturely. We didn’t talk for a month, and I had a plethora to think about for my actions, since all I’ve done was spamming the tags to no end and roleplaying with other RP blogs. Say it wasn’t my fault, but I was responsible for my unforgivable deeds. Of course, we started talking again, but they began to become toxic, mostly by gossiping behind my back with their other friends. I began to do all that I can to make prove that I was loyal, and that created a huge disaster on my mental health. 
The more toxic they were, the more I hated the character I created. In hopes I can start over, I decided to change my character’s design and personality, but I was still continued to be treated like a burden. Eventually, by the end of the year, I decided that they’ve pushed me past the breaking point, and immediately removed them from my life. I’ve went as far as avoiding them.
All of this was because I created a character that destroyed my health and my relationship. While I usually forget things for about an hour or even two days, this took me about two years to forget that this ever happened AND to get back up again. But the worst part was that it nearly damaged my reputation as an artist, and thank bloody god I sold them away to another artist.
And that, comrades, is how not to create a character for people to like! :D
3.) My first boyfriend. 
Oh, middle school days was always about getting yourself a nice fiance and doing the best in the bed. However, I was told by my family to never get a boyfriend, because they constantly watched Fox News everyday, and I had to sit in my desk and watch in envy as I saw one girl after another kiss their precious sweetheart in public.
One day, a friend of mine went up to me and started asking me personal questions, such as what do I like to draw, what place do I love going to, etc. This would only force me to run away as fast as I could to my P.E class. This would continue for about a month, until he finally asked me to be his girlfriend. I was as ignorant as a runt at the time, and I was already under his spell, so accepting them was all I could do.
We exchanged phone numbers, called each other silently every Saturday, and subject his little brother to torment. We were in love so much, but it didn’t last as long as it would. When my big sis found out, boy did I get a long lecture on why I shouldn’t get a boyfriend, and forced myself to break up with him.
After that, he kept crawling back to me, and I started to realize that my sister was in the right all along, for he revealed that he just wanted to get in my pants, and was found with ANOTHER girl who was two years older than him. In anger, I told my sister about this, and we were nearly close to plotting his demise, via beating him up mercilessly.
He still talked to me in high school, but he then disappeared during my final weeks as a freshman. I discovered that he literally had another girlfriend and got them pregnant, and was expelled from the school after she died. To say the least, he was one of those people who made me declare myself to never fall in love again. That went the same for another girl who attempted to ask me out on a date.
And that was also how I obtained the personality of any protagonist in any film noir you can think of.
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