#also i dont know why I keep giving my best stories to Hoseok lol

[luaspersona]

jade *sighs* why you out there trying to kill me *sobs* what have i ever done to you (let’s forget i was the one asking for dis)

i just wanna start this review by saying that i wasn’t able to wait until i got home and i read this on the bus lol. two things: i might have cried a little. maybe it wasn’t the best choice. i swear to god your writing just gets better and better, and this one might be my favorite one of yours yet.

i just dkfskjdkjsdh 🔪😠 fucking love the way you write hobi. all your hobi fics are just ridiculously flawless and the ANGST ON THIS ONE HAD ME LIKE

but let’s organize this review ok, i wanna start by pointing out some of my favorite sentences of yours. some because if i were to point all of them, i’d quote the whole fic. but i’ll have you know that this review is simple??? idk, i wasn’t able to synapse so much ig lol, i’m tired 

first, i dont really know why, but i loved the first line

There’s a decommissioned junkyard outside of town.

i just felt like it was such a charming way to introduce the story lol, especially with this addition:

It’s desolate and depressing, but despite all that, it’s a sanctuary.

to have a sanctuary in a junkyard… i don’t know, i just love the setting so much 😭 it did remind me of romeo + juliet movie too.

also the way you hint to their situation here:

You’d spent more time there lately than you’d ever be free to admit.

god, that’s such good wording. how do you think of these istg 😭 also, again, her pessimism here is just soul crushing.

the reader felt like someone growing apathetic — or at least trying to – towards the whole situation. and i also think this is my favorite reader of yours, cus her voice is so interesting!! it’s very interesting the way everything feels depressing until hobi arrives. and moments like this:

It loses more and more of its smoothness the longer it sits out, exposed to the elements, but then again, so do you.

that suggests, that it gives us a glimpse of how much the reader must’ve been through and how much she’s losing her innocence (as in, hope) throughout all this.

and even if you never really explicitly say what has happened and we’re just getting a day — or rather, some hours into their lives, parts like this make everything feel so tangible, so real: you build this scenario, this world in such a palpable way:

You hear him before you see him, but that’s purposeful. Hoseok kills the headlamp on his motorcycle before he comes anywhere near the junkyard — just in case, baby.

and returning to the idea that everything feels depressing until hobi, the way you make the first time the reader sees him be under the light too:

Still, when he finally steps under the yellow glow of the street lamp — your only source of light, save for the moon — and he’s all you see.

and the ANGST 😭😭😭😭😭:

He’s swallowing words, based on the blatant twitch of his jaw. Always clenched to keep from calling out to you, as if the abandoned area wasn’t chosen for its ability to keep your secrets.

the idea of not being able to love out loud is so heartbreaking and you captured it so well.

and this here:

The distance at which his limited words keep you is contrary to the way he holds you — close to the chest like your feelings are as fleeting as moments like this, gently as if you’ll break apart in his hands. 

i don’t even have anything to say about it, just fucking perfect writing that speaks for itself. and on that note, this sentence broke me so much:

There’s enough fondness in his eyes to drown in and you would, in a heartbeat, if time was ever on your side.

i mean, what were you THINKING, this is a masterpiece:

A little constellation, guiding you North from your southside trap to a home you can’t have. 

THIS IS SO BEAUTIFULLY WRITTEN I CAN’T—

“I didn’t have a choice and I never will.”

YES HE WILL WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT, EVERYTHING WILL BE FINE

also,

Hoseok’s mouth pulls up slightly at one corner; and you know what that looks means. It means twenty minutes down the drain, shaking a tail before he can make his way to you. It means that, next time, you may need to find a different hiding spot.

this paragraph specifically made me love them so much. how much they go through just to get a glimpse of each other 💔😠

You don’t normally say the obvious out loud, but reality doesn’t always stay in the cage you try to lock it in. “We’re playing with fire.” “In another life,” Hoseok replies wistfully while his fingernails scratch — affectionately, teasingly, cautiously — down the expanse of your bare thigh. “We were arsonists.”

*jungkook festa voice* i’m upset *pout* i’m so upset 

this was such a good dialogue i don’t HAVE WORDS, JUST FEELINGS 

No longer in a junkyard on the outskirts of town, no longer on opposite sides of a line in the dirt, no longer trying to shove flowers into the front of a shotgun.

It’s enough, you think again, like repetition will make it true.

i was dying, but this line reminded me of this meme:

you’re so mean to me, what have i ever done to make you wanna make me cry like dat istg, this had my heart tightening in my chest, i was so desperate i was horny and crying, and the fact he notices she was about to cry i mean—

Hoseok notices your rapid blinking when you settle down on him. He knows without having to ask, kisses you through an ache that isn’t physical at all. It, like him, stays where it’s kept: in the left side of your rib cage.

you’re such a poetic writer too. i mean, you always write within some word limit for these requests and you’re always to deliver the most, the best, in such a small wc. and it’s due to sentences like this one. 

and when SHE CRIES, GOD I WAS CRYING TOO:

Spent in every way that matters, you can’t fight off the sob that starts in the pits of your chest and crawls out of your mouth. The shiver down your spine can’t be blamed on the wind.

this is such a heartbreaking image, i was so gone. 

and that’s why i’ll choose to ignore the last sentence ok. WHAT ACTUALLY happened was that the gangs realized they are too in love and everything was well and they lived happily ever after, thank you very much.

~anyway

i always get impressed with your ability to set the tone. there wasn’t a single moment of fluff relief during this, i was alert the whole time, scared someone was gonna show up (I’M SO GLAD NO ONE DID HAHA), and their relationship felt so fragile. not in the sense that we doubt their love, but in the sense that it seems like it’s already in an afterlife, not really existing and just waiting for the inevitable end. actually, regarding their bond… omg, they feel so in love that it hurts

also, your character’s voices are always so well flashed out. their feelings towards one another, their apprehension, and we can clearly see that their current situation and dynamic is a result of a long time sneaking like this — the hopelessness, the emptiness, the routine that feels overbearing… UGH idk, jade. this took me by surprise cus i definitely wasn’t expecting it when i requested this. it exceeded all my expectations, as your writing always does, and now i’ll just go cry in the corner. 

CONGRATS ON THE MILESTONE BABY, here have some flowers 💐

here i come with a humble request 🫡

i was thinking of a hobi + secret relationship trope... maybe smutty too if you're up for it lol 👉🏽👈🏽

can't wait for the drabbles you're gonna write omg 😭🤲🏽

what lua wants, lua gets 🫡 tbh i think this is one of my favorite things i’ve ever written, so tysm for unwittingly setting that stage 🫣

the one where hoseok plays with fire

pairing: degenerate!hoseok x afab!reader type: (d) angst, smut (18+) | wc: 1.6k au: secret/forbidden relationship, rival gangs, romeo & juliet kinda vibes 🤫 cw: acknowledgement of membership in street gangs but just to explain the dynamic (no depictions of gang activity); minor threat (not the band, just the potential consequences of their actions); public (ish?) sex; unprotected p in v penetration; not much in the way of foreplay because i’m operating under a word limit, lol; biting, a lil bit; gratuitous imagery of hoseok wearing chains 🫣 a/n: this popped into my head while listening to $20 by boygenius on reeeeepeeeeaaaaat. def check out this song (and the record!) there’s a direct quote from the song in the dialogue, btw. credit for that bolded bit goes to julien thee baker.

There’s a decommissioned junkyard outside of town. It sits within a constellation of run-down warehouses and empty parking lots, and has a gravitational pull all its own. Finding it doesn’t take much, just fifteen minutes on the expressway, two turns at perpetually-blinking traffic lights, and a specific strain of desperation not many will ever know the likes of. It’s desolate and depressing, but despite all that, it’s a sanctuary.

A hill to die on.

You’d spent more time there lately than you’d ever be free to admit. A veritable coffee stain on a map, you’re not sure that its existence on that side street was anyone’s conscious decision. Likewise, you can’t say for certain that the drop of its name would mean anything to anyone. It means everything to you, however, so asking after recognition isn’t a risk you’re willing to take.

You’re risking enough as it is.

As is usually the case, you’re the first to arrive. When you do, you ignore the dirt that kicks up with every step and swirls around your bare ankles; and you keep walking until you reach your usual perch. The bare-bones, American-made t-top sits where it seemingly always has: on cinder blocks. It’s older than you by thirty years or so, but it groans with vigor when you grip hard to the frame, slide your foot over the exposed wheel hub, and hoist yourself onto the hood.

The bare skin on the back of your thighs is chilled instantly by the paint-chipped metal below you. It loses more and more of its smoothness the longer it sits out, exposed to the elements, but then again, so do you. Maybe that’s why this spot is a hard-fought favorite of yours.

Your crows’ nest, your perfect vantage point. A place to sit and play look-out while your eager eyes scan the driveway ahead.

You hear him before you see him, but that’s purposeful. Hoseok kills the headlamp on his motorcycle before he comes anywhere near the junkyard — just in case, baby. The rumble of his four-stroke engine is one you can feel in your stomach long after he shuts it off. Even when he parks that pristine, second-hand Hyosung somewhere only he’d be able to find it again. Still, when he finally steps under the yellow glow of the street lamp — your only source of light, save for the moon — and he’s all you see.

Hoseok keeps his pace casual as he makes his way to you, but his anticipation is visible in his posture. He’s swallowing words, based on the blatant twitch of his jaw. Always clenched to keep from calling out to you, as if the abandoned area wasn’t chosen for its ability to keep your secrets.

With much more ease than you, he jumps and pulls himself up to the car hood to meet you. The metal creaks under the weight of his body, but when it hovers over you, it’s a sigh of relief. A millisecond can’t pass by before he cages your head in between his arms — palms pressed against the dusty windshield — and swoops down to capture your kiss.

“Missed you,” he mumbles against your lips. His tone is low, hushed, and yet still sandpaper-course in a way that screams I mean it. The distance at which his limited words keep you is contrary to the way he holds you — close to the chest like your feelings are as fleeting as moments like this, gently as if you’ll break apart in his hands.

Like he loves you.

Your fingers instinctively thread themselves in his wind-swept hair — no helmet, no surprise there — and now it’s his turn to sigh. Hoseok tries to pull away, likely to gaze at you the way he always wants to, but you claim his bottom lip between your teeth and refuse to let him — this — go.

It sounds so silly without full use of his mouth:

“Baby,” he warns.

You release him with a smirk, brushing the tip of your nose against his. There’s enough fondness in his eyes to drown in and you would, in a heartbeat, if time was ever on your side.

“Good girl.”

The delicate, cuban-link chain around his neck glints in the half-light. Little slivers of silver dance across your own collarbone as it sways in the space between your bodies. A little constellation, guiding you North from your southside trap to a home you can’t have.

You, who can never seem to leave well-enough alone, run the thin, interlocking rectangles between the tips of your thumb and middle finger. You know you shouldn’t, but you pout, “You’re late.”

Hoseok’s expression says more than he does. You hear, “I know,” but you see, “I didn’t have a choice and I never will.”

He grunts when he sits up onto his knees. Wordlessly, he spills over your side and collects into a puddle in the space next to you. Once he settles, he stares up at the sky. You know he’s focused on something even further away.

“Did someone follow?” You ask gently.

Hand slipping easily into his, your fingers interlock. Links in a chain. Never an accessory to be worn in public.

Hoseok’s mouth pulls up slightly at one corner; and you know what that looks means. It means twenty minutes down the drain, shaking a tail before he can make his way to you. It means that, next time, you may need to find a different hiding spot.

The arm furthest from yours is draped over his abdomen. He moves it, and you move to hover in the space he’s cleared for you. Anchored with your knees on either side of his hips, you cup his jaw with the hand not holding his. For you, he lets himself soften, leans into the warmth of your palm.

You don’t normally say the obvious out loud, but reality doesn’t always stay in the cage you try to lock it in. “We’re playing with fire.”

“In another life,” Hoseok replies wistfully while his fingernails scratch — affectionately, teasingly, cautiously — down the expanse of your bare thigh. “We were arsonists.”

When he kisses you a second time, it’s enough for you to forget where you are. No longer in a junkyard on the outskirts of town, no longer on opposite sides of a line in the dirt, no longer trying to shove flowers into the front of a shotgun.

It’s enough.

It’s routine. You hike up the hem of your dress while he unzips his black jeans. Those are pushed down while your thong is pushed to the side; and so is the thought that this is the most of him you can have. You don’t get all of him, can’t lave your needy tongue over all of him, because it’s not safe to love him with all the layers cast aside. It’s practical, promotes a quick getaway in the event one is needed.

It’s enough, you think again, like repetition will make it true.

It’s perfect. Both of you keen when he enters you. Your thighs tremble; your walls grip him tight as they reacclimate to the stretch his cock demands. Hoseok notices your rapid blinking when you settle down on him. He knows without having to ask, kisses you through an ache that isn’t physical at all. It, like him, stays where it’s kept: in the left side of your rib cage.

“Shit,” he grunts. “Feel so perfect, baby — fuck.”

You roll your hips against him, taking him all the way and dragging the curve of his cock over that secret spot inside you. Aren’t they all? His fingernails leave impermanent, crescent indents in your thighs. You try not to care that the moon looming overhead is unapologetically full — and present every night.

There’s a newfound desperation in the way Hoseok clings to you. He digs the heels of his boots into the Stringray’s hood, hands pulling you down onto his cock while he fucks upwards into you. It drives him insane when you swirl your hips with him buried inside you, so you do, smirking like the devil.

You burrow into his neck to leave wet, open-mouthed kisses on any hint of skin you find. As you do, your fingers return to his hair and tie themselves off. If you chain yourself to him this way, maybe you can stay this way.

A quick nip at his neck unearths a groan that makes your cunt flutter around him. Tragically, no sign of you or your teeth is left behind on the side of his throat. Still, you kiss it better, whispering, “Could fuck you like this forever, baby.”

“Oh, my love,” his breath is hot against your ear when he chuckles darkly, “You hear the way your pussy is gushing all over my cock? You won’t last forever.”

His thrusts deepen. Hoseok is dead-set on unraveling you, thread by thread.

“In fact —”

Your teeth pinch his lobe. Hoseok snaps his hips forcefully in response, and your gasp echoes over the rusted squeak of a worn-out suspension. It briefly overpowers the muted slap of his pelvis colliding with the underside of your thighs. It doesn’t compare with his breathless laugh, though, not by a long-shot.

“Little vampire,” he chides you with a grin that takes effort. You mewl when his fingertips press bruises into the flesh of your ass. “Don’t think you’ll last another minute.”

Hoseok is a lot of things; and while frustrating is one of them, wrong rarely is.

It’s white hot, the uncontrolled pleasure burning through your core, and your vision matches when your wildfire orgasm ignites. Fingers searching for purchase grip tight to his jacket. Your heavy head dips forward as you cry out. Like always, you fall apart at the seams over him.

Slumped against him, he envelopes you in his arms as he fucks straight through your high and into his. Spent in every way that matters, you can’t fight off the sob that starts in the pits of your chest and crawls out of your mouth. The shiver down your spine can’t be blamed on the wind.

“Hey,” Hoseok murmurs, petal soft, “Baby, no, don’t cry.”

He takes your face in your hands and leaves you no choice but to look at him. With concern wearing creases into his forehead, he smatters kisses on every part of your crestfallen face. He whispers promises between each as he goes.

It’s okay — We’ll figure this out — I love you — We’ll be alright, you and me — I love you.

And even if it’s not all true, it’s enough.

Enough to keep you going.

Enough to glue your broken pieces back together.

Enough to keep you both from noticing the faint hum of an engine in the driveway.

[jimlingss]

Between Heaven and Hell

Part of the Worshipers Series

➜ Words: 19.5k

➜ Genres: 85% Angst, 15% Fluff, God!AU, War!AU

➜ Summary: The Great War was started by one mortal. One man that was not blinded by prayer and devotion. A peasant who knew that the gods were cruel. And through his suffering, he had one ambition — to kill a god.

➜ Warnings: Implied smut, depictions of chaos and vague depiction of suicide.

➜ Notes: y’all I haven’t found something I’m so proud of in such a long time. Seldom can I say I’ve written a masterpiece but this is truly the shit. I hope you’ll give this fic a chance.

cr.

[Act I]   The gods are cruel.   They do not listen to prayer. They do not aid the meek or punish the sinners. They do not counsel the grieving — do not provide salvation — do not have mercy on living souls. Waiting for them will not make them come to you. And trusting blindly is a fool’s game. There is no glory in faith.   There won’t be redemption. All that exists is suffering.    The universe is vicious. If you do not take for yourself, you will have nothing.   Hoseok has long realized this, born as a peasant when innocence and pride was taken from him from the beginning. He knew when his mother’s breast milk dried and found her arms thin as she embraced him, trying to soothe him to sleep on an empty stomach. He knew when he had to get used to sleeping on cold floors and have adults dressed well calling him a rat.   He knew when his father died of the plague and his younger brother succumbed to the same sickness. When his older sister sold her body for a few shillings and never returned. When his hands became scabbed over and calloused from working the farm. When he had to hold sickles from dawn to dusk to cut long strands of grain and his entire body ached. Hoseok knew when he was nearly beaten to death when the harvest wasn’t enough for the season—   If you do not take for yourself, you will have nothing.   No matter how many gods he worships and prays to, they will never answer. No matter how hard he tries to remain devout and pious, nothing will ever be given in return.    The only person who can save him is himself.   “Good evening, Hoseok. My mother sends her blessings to your mother and wanted to give her some oats.”   He is faced with your gentle voice and fatigued smile after answering the door. Your hair is tied back with strands framing your features that are exhausted from the day. Dried sweat is evident on your skin, but is also clear that you have tried to quickly wash yourself in the water basin — he can only hope he does not look as foul as he feels.   “Thank you, Y/N. That is very kind of your family. Send your mother my best greetings.”   “I will.” You linger outside for a moment. The pair of you stare at each other before you realize how inappropriate it is and break the silence. “Has your mother recovered from her illness yet?”   “No. Unfortunately, not.” Hoseok realizes that it would do neither of you well if you are seen dawdling outside of his home, so he widens his door and provides an invitation. “Would you like to come in to see her?”   “If it is not of any inconvenience….”   “It isn’t,” he assures with a tender smile and you nod, entering his modest abode.   It may be scandalous that you, an unmarried girl, is with him at this time of night but everyone on the lord’s farm knew that the two of you had been acquainted since childhood. It is also known by all that someday Hoseok will propose to you and take your hand in marriage — it is the natural progression after all.    If he had more to offer, he would’ve already wedded to you. But Hoseok is too ashamed at having nothing, of being able to provide so little. There might never be a day when he will have something to give to you. Though for now, he pushes the thoughts away and is merely thankful he had already lit a fire in the common room, afraid it would have been too cold for you to bear.    “She is asleep,” you whisper as you peek into the only other room in his home, noticing the rise and fall of the thin blanket and hearing the dry wheezes. You shut the door quietly. “I should let her rest.”   “I will let her know you came by.”    “Yes, please do.”   Hoseok hesitates and the pair of you stare at each other once more. It’s intimate, the glow of the fire illuminated on your profiles. But right when you’re about to break the silence by bidding farewell, he speaks up, “Will you join me for supper, Y/N? I would like to have your company since I have no one else to eat with.”   “I would love to.” You share soft smiles and move to get supper prepared. It’s a meager meal that ends up getting put on the round table, a quarter loaf of bread and one bowl of porridge made from the oats that you brought along. There’s not a lot to eat when the land has been dried and the harvest has been small.   Hoseok sits across from you on a stool, but he’s unable to start when you pray for your meal, hands pressed together as you murmur underneath your breath. He stays quiet, never uttering a word and never joining you in it.   When you finish, he’s about to eat, but you stop him with one hand on his arm, eyes earnestly looking back into his.   “We should set some bread aside for the Goddess Irene.”   A muscle in Hoseok’s cheek twitches. His hands clench. He spoons the food into his mouth, not looking at you once.   “You will do no such thing. You will eat it.”   “But she is the Goddess of Healing and Medicine.” Your brows furrow, eyes searching his expression. “This is the least we can do for your mother.”   “The least we can do is bring her to a healer. That is the least.” Hoseok’s fist pounds against the table. You flinch, startled, and he sighs, softening his voice. “You will eat it to work when dawn arrives or if you don’t want to, then feed the pigs with it. At least then it will fatten the animal up for slaughter.”   “Hoseok….”   “It is better than letting it rot away.”   It goes silent. He didn’t mean for it to become this tense, but he has no intentions of allowing food to go to waste or for delusion and hope to hinder reality. He will eat every bite of what’s left on the table if you won’t, for the sake of working the fields for tomorrow, and the day that follows, and the day that follows that.   If you do not take for yourself, you will have nothing.   “How much do you need to take her to a healer?”    Hoseok lifts his head and finds you asking solemnly. Immediately, he shakes his head. “No, you don’t need to concern yourself with it. I will do it. You barely have enough to pay your taxes and for your younger brothers.”   “Perhaps there is something I can do to help. I want to help. I have extra shillings saved from the last fruitful harvest.” Despite his objections, you insist. “Your mother has always welcomed me with open arms, this is what I want to do for her. You must accept my help, Hoseok.”   Hoseok’s pride was taken from him long ago, so he accepts your offer with a downcast head, having no other choice. It is shameful to be indebted to the one he was supposed to provide for in the future and he is embarrassed even more so when you reassure him that it’s fine.   Clearly, things are not fine.   Though someday, perhaps it will be. With your help and his hard work, in seven months time, he may be able to bring his mother to a healer. And once his mother is no longer bedridden, she may be able to spin and weave, and complete housework for the lord of the land. With the extra that they earn, Hoseok may finally be able to take your hand in marriage and be able to provide like the man that he is, like how he’s always wanted to.   But the events that he envisions while working from sunrise to sunset — the ones he considers when he needs strength to cut the next bundle of grain — they never come to fruition.   Not when the weather becomes colder. Not when the harvest is poor. Not when the tax raises and the meager wealth he has saved up for his entire lifetime is taken from him and given to the comfortable lord. Not when his mother’s sickness worsens.    Not when the gods are cruel.   Hoseok stands beside you during his mother’s burial.    It’s a chilling morning, one where the skies are gray, one where he turns deaf to the priest’s words. He does not cry and does little to acknowledge those who give condolences. His fist is merely tightened as he remains in his silence, feeling how you tremble in sobs next to him.   But Hoseok is not as sorrowful or in grief as he is angry.   Wrath flows through him like blood in his veins. He is enraged at his fate, furious at what has become of this pathetic life when he’s done nothing worthy of punishment.   Hoseok has always been resentful. But finding his mother freezing and purple-lipped when shaking her awake for supper that night — hearing her beg for mercy and crying out not to die — only to succumb to death minutes later as he embraced her by the fire for some warmth as she had done when he was a baby...    It has pushed him to the edge of hatred.   “Hoseok…” you call after him to no avail.   He doesn’t want to cry, does not want to question why the gods have done this to him.   Hoseok wants to scream. He wants retribution.   But before he can set himself on the path of no return, you find him the next night by a timid knock on his door. His home is emptier than it ever has been — a family of five brought down to one, taken from him through sickness, starvation and the greed of others. And it is empty with him selling all his belongings away, left with nothing but a sack of food and some clothing.   And you take notice from the moment you enter his abode.   “Where are you going?”   Your voice is distressed, shrill and full of worry.    Hoseok stares at the way the flames flicker in the common room and he pokes the fire haphazardly, sat upon the stool with the orange glow casted on his face. He is quiet when he speaks above the sputter and crackle of the blaze—   “I am going to kill a god.”   “What?!” Your grasp is loud and then your voice drops into a sharp murmur as if they could hear you. “Have you gone mad, Hoseok? Don’t speak of such nonsense ever again. I don’t want to hear it!”   But Hoseok ignores your wishes, handing you what he has left — his honesty. “I have a plan. One I’ve thought about for some time. It will work.”   You shake your head, stumbling back from him. “You will get yourself killed, brought into damnation. The gods are to be feared and respected, Hoseok. Are you not afraid of their wrath?”   “What more could I be afraid of?” His voice raises in volume. “I have lost everything! I have nothing more to lose.”   “You have me.”   “Then join me.”   “You’re asking me to come with you?”   There is a pregnant silence, one where he continues to prod the fire, no longer fearing its sparks as he had when he was still a child. “I plan to forge a sword that can kill gods and I will reach Heaven to do so. I have already sold my donkey. Every last bit of what was supposed to be for my mother, I have it.”    “You are asking me to leave my brothers,” you cry out. “To leave my family.”   “Then stay with them.” The man meets your gaze. “But there is nothing here for either of us, Y/N. You know that. So come with me in search of something worthwhile. I will protect you.”   “You are mad.”   Maybe he is, but he no longer cares to stay here and to be orderly, to wed and have a family and watch his children starve before succumbing to illnesses. He will no longer accept such a life for himself. “I leave at sunrise.”   You speak no words to him, merely turning around and leaving his home. Hoseok watches your backside as you do so, wishing in his heart that he had seen and savoured your smile one final time. If there is one fear within him, it is that he will never return to you, that he will leave you here by your lonesome.   But as he slips away from his home before the blush of dawn, before anyone can catch him running away from his duties and sorely punish him for his escape, he sees a silhouette ahead of the road.   When Hoseok approaches, the figure turns around and he’s met with your indignant expression.   “I’ve been waiting for you for the past hour,” you say with an extended exhale.    For the first time in a long while, the corner of his mouth quirks. A smile finds itself on Hoseok’s features, especially when he finds your own sack of belongings slung over your shoulder and that you’re dressed for travel.    And together, the two of you venture from the desolate lands that have shackled you down.   //   The horizon is wide, the world limitless. He sees it now as the two of you climb the hilltops and the valleys with nothing but a few things in your possessions, watching the sun peek from the sky and spill over in orange hues. There is more suffering than he has ever known before, tired faces and hungry children that he comes across, despair that he is familiar with. But with so many ways to go, you ask him where exactly you’re headed.   “We need a weapon, one that could actually do them harm.” Hoseok pokes the fire that he’s made on the edge of a forest where you’ve set up camp for the night. There was some bread you had left and he had caught a rabbit with a trap his dad once taught him how to make, one that was currently roasting. “There’s a blacksmith two towns over I heard about. Kings and queens have even commissioned him before. I will spend the rest that I have on it.”   “But you think his weapons could harm a divine being?”   “The gods are not immortal,” he mutters. “They must have weaknesses like we do.”    It goes silent as he listens to the crackle of the fire and the rustling of the tree’s leaves as the warm breeze brushes through your hair. It is serene. He can hear the crickets and turns his head upwards to see the cavern of twinkling stars looking over the universe, like tiny pinpricks of light.   The flames cast a golden glow on your face like the many nights ago spent in his abode when he asked you to come with him. You break the quiet with a question, “What are you hoping to achieve by killing a god, Hoseok?”   “Retribution. If they choose to ignore us, I will make them hear.”    His eyes lift to look at you huddled by the fire for warmth, your face tired and dirtied from travel. He wonders if your feet ache like his does. “Do you want to go back?”   You shake your head. “I want to come with you.”   “We’re almost there,” he assures to ease you further. “One more day of travel and we’ll make it there.”   “Okay.” The corner of your lips lift and your eyes soften. “I trust you.”   Hoseok gazes at you and then his arm lifts. “You can come sit beside me. It’ll be warmer with two people next to each other. If you want.” He can see your hesitation, the longing in your eyes but the uncertainty that holds your actions back. But there is no one out here in the wilderness to look upon you both and judge, no gossip that can be handed around the town or glances of disapproval.   So when you come over and tuck yourself right by his side, and his arm drapes across your shoulders, pulling you closer as the pair of you warm up, a smile graces his features.   You might not be aware but you are Hoseok’s strength.   Without you, he would’ve given up long ago.   //   As he promises, there’s one more day of trekking through dirt paths and winding roads, a night spent under the stars and around campfires and food caught in the forest. Then by afternoon of the next day, you’ve entered the town and found yourselves a rather modest blacksmith shop.   It’s dusty and old, the walls ancient and filthy. But Hoseok won’t be fooled by appearances alone. He knows this is the shop that he’s been searching for, the first stop to his destination.   An apprentice is heating metal in the fire before hammering it against the anvil, the noise ricocheting through the street. A taller and broader man with a gray beard stands by to watch closely over his shoulder, and Hoseok approaches him without a second to waste.   “Excuse me, sir.”   He steps away from the working apprentice, arms crossed as he regards Hoseok. “Do you need something from me, boy?”   “I am looking to buy the strongest sword you have.”   “What for?” The burly man glances up and down at him. It’s clear that Hoseok isn’t a knight nor a guard, not by his thin stature and tired features evident of having been famished as a child. “For hunting?”   Hoseok can feel you glance at him in worry, but he had already prepared and the lies roll off his tongue with ease. “We are looking to slay a beast by the East shore. An ogre.”   The Blacksmith scoffs, eyeing him carefully. “You? Well, good luck with that. My commissions are full. I’m sorry, but you must look elsewhere.”   He stops him before he can walk away. “You are the best blacksmith, aren’t you? I am willing to pay whatever price you need. Please. You are our only hope.”   “If I am your only hope, then you are doomed,” he mutters, but turns around and concedes. The old man allows the both of you to enter his shop. “For an ogre, you’ll need something substantial. Perhaps a longsword.”    Suddenly, Hoseok is handed a sword that was laying on a workbench. It’s heavy, his wrist pulling downwards and the tip clanks against the floor. The blacksmith shakes his head and inhales sharply. He takes it away. “Or maybe not. A shortsword might be better, yes. But what matters more is what it is made of. We have titanium, but it’s too light. It won’t be as effective for parrying or attacking because it has less weight. Steel is what we would usually use…”   “What is your strongest material?” Hoseok asks before he can be handed another sword. “I would like you to make me one of that.”   It goes silent. The Blacksmith whirls his head over to look at him. “It is far too costly.”   “What is it?”   “Thunderstone.” The two of you are shown to the back where the man lifts a cloth, revealing a large slab of silver rock that catches the light and turns to a shade of obsidian. “They say the Heavens once struck down on the world and this is what happened. It was cultivated from foreign lands, said to only have a few in the world like this. Took a year to come here. I was planning to save it for when the King would call me to replace his weaponry, but I am willing to sacrifice it for you...at a price.”   “How much do you want it for?” His eyes return onto the blacksmith’s.   “Fifty shillings.”   Immediately, you grab his arm, brows furrowing. “Hoseok.”   “Thirty,” Hoseok bargains, causing the man to scoff abruptly.   “Did you not hear what I said? This is valuable materials, boy. You would not come across it for another thousand years!”   “If I do not kill the ogre, it will come here to ruin the entire town and destroy your livelihood.”   “I have never even heard of such an ogre.”   “Well it exists,” Hoseok bluffs impressively. “You will have no way to spend your wealth even if you had it. Think of it as financing me to eliminate this threat for you.”   “You are naive, boy. If you do not kill it, someone else will,” the man declares. “But because I admire your bravery and pity you. Forty.”   “Thirty five.”   “Thirty eight.”   “Deal.” Hoseok smiles. “I will pay you when I come to pick up the sword.”   The man’s brow quirks as does the corner of his mouth. “I don’t think so. I am not as foolish as to make just to be stolen from. You will pay before I begin my work.”   “Then how do I know you won’t just run off with my wealth?”   “Because my word is my bond and I can’t just pick everything up and run away with it.” The bearded blacksmith opens his arms as if to show his entire shop. At this point, his wide-eyed apprentice was looking up from his place, watching the whole ordeal too. “You will know where to find me if I do not follow through.”   “Then how about half?” he suggests. “That’s fair for both sides.”   Hoseok ends up walking away without a single coin to his name. All nineteen of his shillings are gone, but the weapon will be ready in two days time.   “Thirty eight…..” You shake your head, sighing. “That’s two horses. Four cows. That would be both our entire life earnings.”   “It will be worth it,” he assures you while wearing a soft smile as you walk through the town’s streets. “I have not felt better about anything.”   But you’re left unconvinced. “How will you come up with the other half?”   Hoseok doesn’t know, but he’s afraid to admit it. “I have my mother’s copper wedding band. It’s the only gift my father gave to her.” But even then, it would only sell for two at most. He would still need seventeen more shillings. “I will figure something out. Don’t worry yourself.”   “I will always worry.” You stop to meet his gaze. “If it comes to us, to you, I will always worry, Hoseok.”   Hoseok looks into your gentle eyes and reaches out to brush away a strand of hair from your forehead. It’s a tender touch, one where he lingers longer than he needs to. This journey will be worth it — he will make it so that they hear him, so that they hear you — it’s a silent vow he takes.   Hoseok ends up selling his mother’s ring for a shilling and a half, less than what it was worth. And two days pass with no more wealth to his name. But he still shows up anyhow, hoping he can stay indebted to the man and swear to pay him back. It was for a good cause after all.   “You must be the warrior,” the apprentice exclaims when he sees him again. “You’re going to defeat some wildered beasts, right?”   “Yes.” He smiles as the two of you lingering in the front.   “My mentor didn’t even sleep trying to make your sword out of that precious thunderstone! It was so hard to work with since it didn’t want to break at all. It’s even better than steel.” The young boy grins. “It’s one of the best weapons I’ve ever seen too. No wildered beast is going to last with it.”   “Let’s hope so.”   “Let me go get him for you.” He drops what he’s doing to go to the back of the shop.   As Hoseok waits patiently for the Blacksmith and his commissioned sword, you turn to him once more with that frown of yours. “Will he really let you be indebted to him?”   “Perhaps. I’ll try to convince him,” he says and you may nod, but he can see there is more uncertainty on your mind. “What’s the matter? He won’t hurt us, Y/N.”   “That’s not what I’m worried about.” Your voice drops to a murmur and you search his expression for truth. “Do you….really think this sword could kill a god, Hoseok?”   “Kill a god?!”    There is a deafening shout, one that rumbles his ears. The both of you whirl your heads over to find the Blacksmith standing there with a dark leather scabbard. The silver handle of the sword catches the light. But the man’s face is reddened and he shakes. “So this is what it’s all about?!”   You gasp. “No, I—”   Hoseok immediately comes to cover you, stepping forward so you are protected in his shadow. “It is our business, not yours.”   “I asked around, never heard about an ogre around these places my entire life.” He points at the pair of you with his finger, his jaw clenched and teeth gritted. “You have deceived me, you ungodly heathen! You are more foolish than I had thought! This blasphemous sin will bring you to damnation!”   “Then let it.” But Hoseok remains strong when he feels you tremble behind him. “I fear nothing.”   “Get out of here! Get out!” The brawny man shoos the pair of you away while his apprentice looks on in equal dread. “Do not stand in my shop any longer. I have nothing to do with this, nothing at all!” He declares it as if the gods are listening when Hoseok knows they aren’t.   The Blacksmith throws the sheathed sword at Hoseok. It clangs to the ground along with his sack of shillings. “I don’t want your silver! You blasphemous, foolish man! Get out of my sight!”   The entire town has stopped to stare at the two of you. Strangers in an unknown place. The man continues to ridicule and humiliate, but Hoseok stares at the sack of shillings on the dirty ground. You hug his arm and he does not utter a single word to defend himself with. He has long lost his pride, so he merely picks up his coins and the sword.   “Come on, let’s go.” He grabs your hand and pulls you away from the prying eyes. It doesn’t matter what profanity or curses are shouted at him — he has the sword and that’s all that matters.   //    You’re quiet, more than usual. You keep to yourself, answering him with mere nods and some mumbles. He tries to lift your spirits. After all, Hoseok has shillings returned, one of which he spent to pawn his mother’s ring back, but he also had the greatest weapon known to humanity at no cost too.   He was in a better place than he had expected of himself. But he knows the man’s words have gotten to you, that you worry about his damnation. Hoseok even catches you praying that evening, but pretends not to see.   “Where are we going now?” you ask that same night, sharing a room at an inn. Hoseok found it was the least he could do to provide you some comfort as it had been a long time since you had a roof over your heads. He would’ve chosen two rooms instead of one, but they had been full with no spares.   “We will go to Heaven.”    He folds his arms underneath his head, staring at the straw ceiling as he laid on the floor. As much as you had insisted he come up with you, he knew better than to share a bed with you when you were both still unmarried — even without the fear of gossip, the tradition still mattered to Hoseok.   “How will we do that?” Your voice is soft. Tired.   Hoseok turns his head and sees you rested on your side, staring straight ahead at the fire lit in the room. “Do you remember? Where fields are green and hills roll, there are meadows abloom and mortals lost on their stroll, flowers blossom, and scents of perfume—”   The corner of your mouth finally quirks at his stiff singing, breaking the silence with his calm voice and precise articulation.    “—where water bends, found a girl of Spring. Where forests end, birth that she brings,” you finish for him and Hoseok’s smile becomes tender. Your smile removes his thoughts of how his feet are aching from the journey.   He savours the last note that lingers in the air before speaking up. “My mother used to sing that to me a lot.”   “I remember. She sang it to me too.” Your eyes become saddened and you look at him. “You want to find the Goddess of Spring?”   “I have heard many tales of her. I think I know where she may be — where forests end and water bends, where fields are green and hills roll. That’s the North forest.”   “Many people have tried searching for her before, Hoseok.”   “She allows people to come to her when they are truly in need. Are we not truly in need?”   “Are you going to kill her?” you ask, brows knitting together once more. When he tells you he doesn’t know, you never become eased. “She won’t take us to Heaven to harm others, Hoseok.”   “I’ll figure it out when we get there. You don’t have to worry. I’ll protect you.”   When he sees that you are unconvinced, he lifts his arm to take your hand, holding it tightly and interlacing his fingers between yours. It’s a comforting touch, one that reassures the both of you.    Neither of you let go and you fall asleep that way.   When morning arrives, the pair of you begin your trek again, this time to the next town over. It shouldn’t take long before he reaches the North forest with you. The border was already close, but finding the Goddess of Spring was a different challenge on its own. He has nothing to go on but rumours, ancient myths and fairy tales told to children—   “Hoseok.” You grab a hold of his sleeve, halting in your spot.   He is startled but follows your line of sight, finding a woman dressed in white robes like a ghost haunting the living. She stands still in the middle of the bustle of the street, staring right at you.    Her hair is long, eyes piercing and after a moment, she turns away and walks off.   A priestess. Hoseok recognizes it from her attire. But before he can brush the stranger away and find which direction he needs to go in, you follow after her, cutting through the market and past the busy roads.    Hoseok barely manages to catch up. “Where are you going?”   “I think she wants us to follow her,” you murmur, eyes trained forward and never at him.    “Why would she?” Hoseok grabs your wrist, stopping you in place and making you look at him. “We have no business with her as she does not with us.”   “Do you trust me?” you ask earnestly. “I trust you, Hoseok. So, please? It won’t hurt.”   Following the priestess leads the both of you to a white pillared temple, tens of steps that lead to the grand doors. There are erected marble statues all around and while he cannot read the golden letters up top, he recognizes the face from years of worship that his devoted father and mother had done. This temple was for the most revered god of all, the God of Sun, Seokjin.   Hoseok notices that while the town was poor and foul, barely held together by straw and mud, the temple was spotless and full of gold trim and marble.   “We should go in.”   Without waiting for his protests, you enter and Hoseok is left sighing heavily and stomping up the steps while his fists clench.    The interior of the temple was even more grand than it was outside. On the dome ceiling was a painting of stars and the sun, a depiction of daytime bleeding into nighttime and a picture of Seokjin standing tall with a phoenix behind him in blazing glory.   Hoseok audibly scoffs when he sees it.   “That thunderstone sword will not be enough.” The voice echoes all around him and he looks over to where the Priestess is standing in front of the alter and yet another marble statue of Seokjin, except it was more magnificent and detailed than the ones outside.   Her eyes stray to the covered sword sitting at Hoseok’s belt. And his hands immediately wrap around the handle as if to protect it or draw it out if necessary.    “Who are you?!” his voice reverberates throughout the temple, booming as if he were a god.   “I am no one.” The Priestess smiles. “I am merely a worshiper of the Ruler of all Rulers, the God of the Sun, the Great Seokjin. But I also chart stars and constellations, and I have been waiting for you.”   You step closer to her much to Hoseok’s dismay. “Waiting for us?”   “Yes.” The woman smiles. “I cannot make prophecies and I do not know the future definitively, but I read that chaos is to come. The stars read of calamity and devastation, and I have heard the voice of the Goddess that is no longer. I have heard her tell me that I must fulfill my destiny and shall not fight it, so I will oblige as it is my duty to do so.”   Hoseok does not understand what she means. He is sure she has gone mad from worshiping relentlessly without hearing answers back. He cannot blame her — he, too, would have gone insane if what he trusted in never helped him in return.   Yet, he remains in his defensive position and narrows his eyes onto her. “What do you want from us?!”   The Priestess’ eyes stray back to his sword again. “I want to bless that sword, so that you may be able to fulfill your desires.”   Hoseok does not understand. There is no reason why a priestess who believes and worships the gods would help him kill one.   “Why would you want to help us? What’s in it for you?”   “I will not stand in the way of fate. I will not inhibit anyone from their journey. This is merely my purpose and I know now. That sword one day shall offer you the salvation you have always wished for.”   He does not move. Not until you turn around and nod at him, smiling softly. Even then, Hoseok is hesitant as he approaches. But the Priestess never moves abruptly, never steals his weapon away from him. He is merely told to place it on the alter and does so while standing inches away in case he needs it to defend you.   The Priestess returns, holding an open book in her arms and with one nod towards you, begins to repeat lines within it. The murmur of mantras and incantations echo around the temple eerily, the ritual proceeding without hesitation.   “Hear my prayer.”   This is ridiculous. A fool’s game. An act of nonsense and madness. But Hoseok does not stop it when you watch on quietly, your eyes trained on the sword and the Priestess, listening to each word she speaks. He does not stop it when it seems to bring you peace and hope.   “Goddess of the Stars, of Light and Life, hear my prayer. You, who has made your sacrifice and succumbed to infinite pain and misery, do not let your efforts be in vain. Bless this sword so that it may fulfill its deed, so that it may provide the redemption for the glory of mankind and Heaven. Let the gods hear what they have missed, let them return to the people they have abandoned, and take away the wrath of humanity. Cleanse this horrible world and grant us with your mercy, we beg of you. Goddess of Loneliness who knows our suffering, hear my prayer.”    When the incantation is over and the Priestess opens her eyes, Hoseok immediately takes the sword back, sheathing it by his side.   The Priestess gently smiles at him. “The gods do not ignore our prayers. They simply cannot answer like we think they can.”   He does not reply.   You take her hands within yours, tears gathered at your lashes. “Thank you.”   “Be well, child.” She cradles your cheek for a moment. “You need not fear as the benevolent will always be rewarded.”   Hoseok takes you away from the temple before the woman can cloud your mind with absurdity.   //   The journey to the North forest isn’t a long or difficult one. Perhaps it is because he is coming closer to his ambition or that he has the sword right by his side that emanates protection, but time feels fast and he feels stronger than ever before.   From a poor peasant without a family to a man who will kill a god. If this is his last accomplishment, he will feel satisfied.   But unluckily for Hoseok, by the time the two of you reach the small village near the border of the forest, he finds out that the oncoming winter’s snow will prevent you both from entering. He wouldn’t pay any mind when he could climb icy walls and treading through blizzards, but when he discovers you weak and exhausted despite insisting that you aren’t, he decides to wait until Spring comes.   The pair of you manage to find a small cottage on the outskirts of town, one that was owned by a baker and his wife that was meant for the baker’s mother until she passed away a Summer ago. The kind couple has allowed the both of you to stay at that place for a shilling every two weeks. Hoseok is sure the generous offer was only made because they assumed he and you eloped together — after all, it wasn’t often that two peasants would come from far to stay here.   But he does not mind the curious rumours or the life that he leads here while waiting for the seasons to change.   “You’re back already?” you turn around from your place in the common room and he smiles, entering with the firewood he chopped from the forest.    He grins. “You don’t want me here?”   “No.” You smile back. “I was worried that you wouldn’t be back before sundown. I’m relieved.”   Hoseok sees that instead of resting like he told you to, there’s a needle and thread in your hands and his tunic in your lap. He sits down across from you with his brows raised. “And what are you doing here?”   “I went to the shop today and a seamstress offered to teach me her trade. I thought I would start practicing.”   “You don’t need to do that.”    Hoseok wanted to care and provide for you — especially now that the two of you only have each other. He was trying his best to make sure you wouldn’t have to lift a finger and shoulder any hardships. He never wanted you to do anything laborious or difficult.    “But I want to.” Your smile softens. “This is the least I can do. You can cut firewood and hunt for food, but we might want fruit and milk and cheese and you can only buy those things. Let me help, Hoseok. Surely you do not expect me to lie around all day. I would get sick doing so.”   He grimaces and sighs. “Well alright. But if it becomes too hard, you don’t have to do it. I didn’t bring you all the way here to work, Y/N.”   “I know.” Your gaze becomes tender and you continue sewing up the rip in his old tunic.   The winter is cold and hard, but it’s easy when it’s just you and him looking out for one another. On days when Hoseok comes home without being able to hunt or fish, he returns to find that you’ve purchased bread from the baker, and barley and peas in the market. On nights where it’s too cold to sleep on separate straw mats, he holds you with your permission and the both of you cuddle up with one another.   The cottage is swept, curtains washed and furniture cleaned.   This is what he envisioned marriage to be like with you, and it’s better that he has no taxes to pay or fields to work on from dawn to dusk, but it’s still not enough.   You shouldn’t have to strain your eyes to sew once the sun has gone down — he should not have to sleep on a hungry stomach on days he does not find hunt and the bread you buy isn’t enough — neither of you should have to shiver in the middle of the night when the wind creeps through the windows.   So when the snow begins to melt, Hoseok takes the sword that was always on the table and begins to prepare for the final journey.   “When are we leaving?” you ask quietly during supper, passing a bowl of porridge to him.   “In the morning. The snow is gone and the grass has grown. I asked around and there are more myths from the villagers than I have ever heard. She should not be far. It is also the day that the people here will do their offering for the goddess. They will not notice if we are gone.”    But when silence meets his ears, he looks up to see your hesitation, the slight furrow of your brows and how your eyes are pinned downwards. “Is something the matter?”   “Don’t you like our life here, Hoseok?” You put down your spoon, clearing your throat. “You and I have a home, a warm place to sleep at night. We have food. The people here are kind to us. And you nor I must work under a lord. We are free—”   “Do you really think our child could survive here?” Hoseok’s gaze is piercing, looking deep within your eyes. You shy away at the prospect of bearing his child, but he does not relent the thoughts that have plagued him. “What will happen to them when they fall sick?”   “They won’t,” you murmur. “We will take care of them.”   “You cannot be sure of that. I don’t want you to suffer, Y/N.” Suddenly the food is no longer appealing to him. He does not want to have a single bite. His voice drops to a whisper. “I still see my mother. Sometimes when I am cutting wood, I see my father standing there and watching me. I see my brother playing with the children in the streets. I see my sister crying while I eat. I…..”   Your hand reaches across the table and clasps his. Your eyes search his expression and he eases, thankful that you’re here on this journey with him.   “I refuse to stand by and let our suffering continue.”   If you do not take for yourself, you will have nothing.   “I’ll come with you,” you say to him with a smile and he nods, finishing his food in the comforting quiet.   //   The forest is alive — the trees not merely swaying to the warm breeze that comes during Spring. They dance together to the melody of the chickadee birds perched in their branches that are beginning to bud flowers for Summer. The animals seem to speak to one another, rabbits and squirrels tickling the tall strands of verdant grass as they bound through it.    Where fields are green and hills roll, there are meadows abloom and mortals lost on their stroll, flowers blossom, and scents of perfume. Where water bends, found a girl of Spring. Where forests end, birth that she brings.   Hoseok holds your hand, helping you tread through the forest floor with hidden roots, sticks and holes that animals have burrowed. It is beautiful here, serene, an oasis hidden from others. The sunlight seems to cascade through the canopy of the trees, illuminating the green into brighter hues.   Your breath seems to be taken away as well, head lifted as you take in the nature.    The corner of Hoseok’s mouth quirks, glad he was able to show you this sight.   “Do you know where we’re going?”   “The children said that they kept walking forward, sometimes they even sang.”   You laugh and the sound tinkles in his ears, making him savour the noise. “You’re taking the words of children? How do you know we won’t be wandering aimlessly for days until we die?”   “Because I would never let you die.” He turns around, giving you a softened smile that only makes your chest tickle pink and the shades of the universe become warmer and more vibrant.   Hoseok persuades you to sing after a while and while it seems silly — like the both of you are merely playing as children, something that you never got to do — you follow his wishes.   The stroll is pleasant but tedious. After a while, he slows and is about to ask if you’d like to stop for a moment, but then you tug his arm back, a gasp befalling your lips, and he follows your line of sight.   There is a young lady walking towards the both of you, humming underneath her breath and seemingly paying no mind. She wears light pink silks, a soft hue that causes her skin to glow with the light coming through the trees. Her attire is translucent but layered as if they are petals of carnations swelling over. The cloths drape behind her and a flower crown decorates her hair that cascades down her back.    Her features are delicate and kind. Hoseok has never seen a more beautiful girl in his life, but he won’t be fooled by appearances.   “Excuse me.” He pulls you along before you have another second to blink.   The woman stops, taking notice of you both. A tender smile spreads into her cheeks. “Hello. Are you lost?”   “No,” he quiets his voice to match hers. “We were looking for you.”   “Me?” The young girl laughs and it sounds like bells. The birds sweep over the trees, dandelions swaying as she tilts her head to the side. “And why would you do that? I don’t believe I know who you are.”   “But we know you. Aren’t you the Goddess of Spring?”   The Goddess of Spring. The controller of the vernal equinox, fertility of vegetation and of budding florals. Found where fields are green and hills roll, where the forest opens to a meadow and flowers are blossoming. The Goddess of Blooming Flowers. The Goddess of Birth.   Hoseok knows well — at the beginning of each harvest, his parents had gotten onto their knees to pray. But she had never answered.   The Goddess smiles knowingly. She is as soft-spoken as before but her voice seems to resonate around the forest as if she is commanding the trees and flowers to listen for her. “And what do you mortals ask of me to have traveled so far into my domain?”   He feels you grab onto his hand, front pressed to his side when it is confirmed that it is indeed the Goddess of Spring standing before you. Hoseok squeezes your hand tightly.   “We would like to ask the God of Sun for his blessing.”   Hoseok has chosen.   He will kill the God of the Sun, the greatest god of all, Seokjin. Only then will Heaven be shaken and finally listen to the will of the people.   “Then why won’t you do an offering?” the goddess asks, lashes fluttering as she blinks curiously and pouts.   “No.” He shakes his head and glances at you before looking at the Goddess of Spring. He lies easily, bluffs rolling off his tongue. “My wife bears my child within her, but it is ill. We have traveled far and wide in hopes of asking him ourselves for his blessing. We are merely peasants — faithful servants with nothing but faith.”   His downcast head and folded hands are merely a reverent posture to fool the goddess.   The Goddess lays her eyes on you both and seems to sulk. “Humans are not allowed in the realm of Heaven I’m afraid.”   “I beg of you. We have nothing left. This is our last hope.”    It isn’t complete deception — Hoseok thinks about his family, his father and mother, his younger brother and older sister, all of them gone in some way or another, left him throughout the years of his life. He has no objects to his name, no wealth, no real home — no pride or dignity.   He has nothing, but you.   “Seokjin is popular, isn’t he? Even when he isn’t a god of health or fertility….” The Goddess of Spring sighs lightly with a smile. “Fine. I will grant you mercy, pitiful human, and allow you to accompany me to Heaven.”   The naive goddess extends her arm, palm facing towards the sky. You look at him with your brows knitted together. Hoseok squeezes your fingers in reassurance, and he takes the goddess’ hand.    She never once notices the sword at his side.   //   Heaven is everything he had expected yet nothing alike to the stories he was told as a child. Where land should be, there are instead clouds — white wisps that make him afraid of straying off the path for fear of falling through completely. There are grand temples, extravagant places, lavish homes. There seems to be no end to it, the horizon boundless.   Golden plants curl around white pillars and marble steps lead them to the largest palace at a distance away. Everything is decorated in marble that shines and gold that shimmers, never less and never more. The sun is bright but not blinding and the sky is as blue as the ocean itself. It carries a sweet scent of flowers and fruits and Hoseok can taste the fresh, crisp air on his tongue.   It’s a divine place without worry or suffering. A place where Kings come to die. A city of riches and glory.   It is everything Hoseok had ever wanted for you and him. It is the epitome of what he believes in—   If you do not take for yourself, you will have nothing.   Hoseok hears boisterous chortling and when he looks over, he sees gods in magnificent robes discussing with one another, each with dwarves by their side who bow their heads and fold their hands together. But once the gods notice his staring, they look back at him and become quiet.   Their eyes widen.   Hoseok holds your hand tighter, pulling you closer to him.   “The timing is perfect actually,” The Goddess of Spring hums as she strolls towards the most grandiose palace that hurts Hoseok’s neck when he tries to look at it. “I believe the council is having a meeting.”   The naive goddess is ignorant to the heavy whispers and murmurs from the other gods as they pass, how they huddle together and regard both you and him in mortification, horror and disgust.   Hoseok speeds up his walking, discreetly keeping his sword near him as well. And once he makes it to the bottom of the palace, he looks up. The goddess is already hopping upwards, gliding towards the entrance and he exhales steadily, beginning the climb of a hundred marble steps.   He’s so close — all that he’s been looking towards for almost half a year now. Everything that he has placed you and him through….it was this moment that would matter the most.   The God of Sun’s home is a paradise inside of Heaven itself. There are countless reverent servants drifting through the palace without looking upwards, each floor tile a piece of art in its own, giant pillars that raised up the ceiling that was seemingly limitless with clouds gathered at the top and the sky peeking through.   But the Goddess of Spring cuts through the entrance and straight towards another door and neither Hoseok nor you linger to take in your surroundings. He follows the goddess swiftly and quietly as she pushes the golden doors open, and they creak slowly, revealing a blinding light.   The room opens up to fifteen throne chairs placed in half a circle while the center one stands taller than the rest.    But they are empty.   The gods are instead dwelling in the center of the room, speaking to one another. Had Hoseok not known better, he would have thought they were simply aristocrats gathered together.   “I’m here now!”   Hoseok recognizes some of them. Jungkook, God of the Sea, that he knows by his hair that is the colour of magenta berries. Namjoon, God of the Underworld and Death, by his blackened robes and menacing aura, along with his wife Miyin, Goddess of Dreams, whose beauty rivals that of Goddess of the Spring.   They stand idly in front. They’re all here, from the tales he heard about and prayed to. Hoseok watches as anger surges through him — knowing that they were here, that they exist, but ignored his prayers.   No one pays him nor you any mind as if they are used to overlooking servants. All fourteen gods ignore him, except for one. A god with milky skin and whose intense gaze lingers on Hoseok’s face, calm and collected, yet his cat-like eyes in the colour of obsidian are piercing.   “Where were you?” One snaps. “My time is precious!”   The Goddess of Spring sheepishly smiles. “I was caught up in something. I brought guests!”   She steps aside.   A few of them have their eyes widened. Others gasp. But Hoseok immediately lays his stare upon the god who he has sought vengeance against, the god he has chosen as his slaughter.   The god of all gods, the ruler of all rulers, God of Sun, Seokjin.    He stands three strides away, tall and radiant, in extravagant white and golden robes with hair the colour of the sunlight — glorious yet pathetic to have allowed the world to be in ruin.   “Mortals?!” the Goddess of Dreams shrieks. “You brought mortals?!”   “They are kind peasants and devout worshipers who have traveled far in search of Seokjin’s blessing. Their child is ill. I have brought mercy upon them by bringing them here.” The Goddess of Spring smiles and turns to the two of you as if it is your turn to get on your knees and chant your gratitude to him, revere his very being, canonize the god.   But instead, Hoseok does what he has been practicing for months on end. What he has envisioned, pictured in his mind.   He pulls you close, squeezes your hand.    He steps forward once.    His other hand wraps around the silver handle.    Hoseok steps again — and he draws out the sword.   It whistles as it cuts through the air. It catches the light and shimmers like the stars itself have been embedded into the surface. The weapon is heavy in Hoseok’s hand but his grip remains tight.   The sharp blade is next to the god’s throat.   “Don’t move.” Hoseok’s eyes darken and he holds his breath.   He stares at the god and never blinks.   “Seokjin!” The Goddess of the Sky cries out his name while the God of the Sea steps forward with his trident, but Hoseok shouts again—   “I said do not move!”   “Hoseok.” There is a murmur by his side. He can feel you trembling.   “You really think a mere sword will hurt a god?!” Someone barks out in laughter behind him, but Hoseok is not dissuaded.   “This is not just any sword. It was made by thunderstone from the greatest blacksmith. You won’t find this for another thousand years.” His mind searches for ways to make him seem more powerful in a room of fifteen gods, so he spits out the nonsense the Priestess had told him. “And it was blessed by the Goddess of the Stars.”   That seems to catch some of the gods’ attention — namely Seokjin whose eyes flicker, deep as the dawn itself.   The corner of Hoseok’s mouth quirks into an arrogant smirk.   The God of the Underworld scoffs. “There is no such goddess!”   “Shut up,” his wife quickly quiets him and no longer moves. She appears shaken, a goddess that trembles in her position.   “So that really means something, doesn’t it?” Hoseok straightens his back, power surging through him. This is the last moment of redemption, what he had sought for.   After being ignored for so long, he was finally being listened to.   The God of the Seas steps forward again, but Seokjin lifts his hand. “You heard him, do not move.” He enunciates each syllable carefully and calmly, eyes fixed onto Hoseok’s.   Heaven goes silent.   “What do you wish for?” Seokjin asks, voice booming across the land, dropping into a menacing tone, resonating all around.   “I want to kill you.”   “And what will you gain from that?”   “It will be my retribution.” Tears gather at Hoseok’s lashes as he thinks about his mother, his father, and his siblings. All those times he had gotten on his knees, times he had gathered his hands together in the darkness and prayed, sacrificed the last piece of bread and oats as an offering. The times he was beaten and left to die and what he thought were his last words were wasted on begging for salvation from the gods.   Hoseok thinks about what his life could’ve been and what it ended up being.   “I have lost everything. Everything because you did not hear me,” he spits and his grip tightens until his knuckles turn white. “I have suffered while you were here enjoying your riches and the fruits of our labour. You have never aided your people. You have never helped us. You have never answered our prayers.”   The words echo.   The God of Sun does not flinch nor look afraid. “And you are angry. You wish for my punishment, for the punishment of Heaven.”   “I wish for you to see what an angry mortal truly is.”   A small smile comes across the god’s features and while Hoseok is startled, he does not move an inch. “Your anger will not be lessened from this act, mortal. If you kill me, you will die here at the hands of the other gods and both you and your loved one—” Seokjin’s eyes stray to you. “—will wander the underworld without memories. Even if you live, the disruption of Heaven will not aid your troubles below. The hardships will continue. My death will not fix the problems that have plagued you and your loved one.”   Seokjin inhales a breath. “But there is one thing you can do. It will give you all you have wished for and more.”   Curiosity gets the better of Hoseok. “What is it?”   “Become a god.”   There is chaos, the shouts of gods behind him in protest, the screams and cries of dissuasion. The prideful God of the Underworld, God of the Sea, and Goddess of Love outright object with harsh voices. The Goddess of the Spring shakes her head and runs from the palace as if she could escape. The Goddess of the Underworld and God of the Moon do not speak, standing still as they watch in horror. The Goddess of the Sky sobs. There is thunder and lightning that rumbles the palace, rain that begins to drip upon the ceiling, thumping like the stars are falling.   The rest are rioting or gasping and Hoseok’s jaw clenches.   “Silence!”   Seokjin sharply inhales when the blade comes closer to his flesh, nearly nicking at his skin.   “Immortality,” The God declares. “You will become an immortal god.”   “And what about her?” Hoseok asks, quickly glancing at you to find your distressed expression, eyes that hold tears of their own and the quivering of your frame. He itches to embrace you, but cannot.   “She will be granted the gift of immortality as well, if she so chooses.”   “No,” you speak up for the first time since entering the realm of Heaven and Hoseok gazes at you for longer, his eyes widening and his brows furrowing deep enough to hurt. But you remain steadfast and unwavering as if it did not even take you a moment to consider. “I do not wish to be immortal.”   The corner of Seokjin’s mouth quirks, if anything, it’s out of amusement. “You deny a god’s generous gift?”   “I only wish for enough to eat, for food and health. I wish for my family to live well and fruitfully.”   “Y/N.” Hoseok sternly calls your name, but you do not look at him. You could do anything, have anything, but you are refusing the offer that he had worked so hard to come by, the offer that great kings and emperors would spend their lives searching for.   “Very well.” Seokjin smiles and it’s radiant like the sun. “You will be given a health and prosperity blessing. I will assure you of this. A god’s words are his vow.”   The God of the Sun turns to Hoseok. “And you? Will you take blessings to live a mortal life? Or will you become a god and protect the people that you have claimed we have abandoned?”   Hoseok knows his answer. He had known the second it had come from the god’s mouth.   If you do not take for yourself, you will have nothing.   “I choose to become a god.”   The God of the Sun, the god of all gods, the ruler of all rulers smiles. He extends his arm, hand lifted towards him. And Hoseok lets go of your hand to take Seokjin’s, palms clasping together.   At once, the sword clangs to the ground horrifically.   And in an instant, Hoseok has become the Immortal Being.

[Act II]   Power has never surged through him so strongly before. He walks with his head held high, his posture straight, taking back the pride that was stolen from him since birth. Without the fear of death looming over him, he has become the almighty. Nothing and no one can stop him, not a godly being or a mortal human. He can finally do all that he has ever wished — provide for you.    When the pair of you return to the village, rumours spread like wildfire. They had thought you were pregnant and eloped secretly to avoid the scandal or that the two of you had been eaten by wolves trying to run away. But when it is evident that neither happened, there is gossip that you’ve sold your souls to the devil or struck a deal with a witch.   Whatever the case is, they are shocked and don’t know what the change is but can feel it.    Hoseok knows this with the way they shy off after he stares at them for a prolonged moment. The way their own stares pin to his backside as he walks with vigor down the street, a peasant by name but no longer in blood.   In fear of these rumours, the lord quickly evicts both him, you and your family off the farm, but it doesn’t matter.    Hoseok easily takes care of your family.    Following your wishes, your family is brought to the village near the North border; it’s the place that you had adored when the pair of you were hiding out for winter. Your mother and father stays with you while your brothers leave to learn trades, no longer held captive under the lord’s name. And they are thankful, even without knowing what has happened, they are grateful that he has helped them and that he had brought you back safely.   Hoseok has never felt his chest bloom with more pride.   He descends down from above, feet no longer on clouds but rooted to the ground. Hoseok inhales a breath and then crosses the distance from where he stands in the darkness to the cottage that has a dim glow from inside. One knock and then the door swings open.   Giggles squeeze out your chest the moment he engulfs you in his arms and spins you around.   “Hoseok!” you squeal and he sets you back on your feet.   “Sorry, I missed you.” His smile softens as he gazes at you, but then quickly searches the room, afraid that your parents would disapprove of the inappropriate affection. “Is your mother…?”   “Don’t worry, they’re asleep.” You grin and he enters, the door shut behind. The warm glow of the fire warmed the home and illuminated the profile of your face in its tangerine glow. “I was just about to head to sleep too.”   “I’m sorry. I meant to come earlier, but I lost track of time.”   “It’s alright. You’re here now, so that’s all that matters.” There’s an extended moment, one where you’re staring at each other intimately. And then you break away, clearing your throat. “Are you hungry? There are still leftovers if you’d like.”   “It’s okay.” He sits down at the table, watching you stumble about endearingly. “I don’t need to eat anymore, remember?”   “O-Oh, right.” You nod and timidly slump to the wooden chair next to him, hands folded in your lap. “I keep forgetting.”   His smile softens and he takes your hand gently, caressing the back of it with the pad of his thumb. “There’s something I actually wanted to talk to you about today. I was planning to talk to your father about it, but I think I should talk to you about it first.”   “What’s the matter? Are you in danger?”   Hoseok chuckles, watching the way your eyes grow wide. “No, silly.” He holds your hand and whispers into the night. “I wanted to ask you...if you still wanted to be wedded to me.”    Ever since becoming a god, Hoseok has no longer known fear. He’s not afraid of anything — not any mortal, any god or deity, not fate. But at this second, he has never been more nervous waiting for your response.   Luckily for Hoseok, while he was born with all odds against him, his fortune came through you.   A shy smile itches onto your face and you divert your vision into your lap, becoming bashful from the question. “Of course I do.”   Hoseok laughs, trying to keep quiet not to awaken your parents, but the relief and happiness overwhelm him. His laughter is infectious and you giggle with him, finally meeting his eyes again. But he quickly removes the distance between you both for a warm embrace.   He digs his nose into your shoulder and holds you close.   “Thank you,” he murmurs. “For taking someone like me in, for still loving me when I had nothing.”   Your arms wrap around him. “It doesn’t matter what you have, Hoseok. I’ve only wanted you.”   He pulls apart from you, the grin nearly making his cheeks burst.    “The wedding will be the most spectacular event in all of history. You will have the most beautiful gown, if you choose one, and we will have a feast for three days straight. All the gods will be there to congratulate us, just you wait.”   “Wait…” Your smile fades and you grab onto his arm. “We’re having our wedding in Heaven?”   “Do you not want to?”   “W-Well, I was just thinking we could have one here. Something small where my family could come to…..”   “Okay.” Hoseok quickly nods, not even taking a second to protest or disagree. “If that’s what you’d like. We can have one here and perhaps commission the baker for a small cake then.”   Your smile returns, but it seems saddened somehow. Hoseok has known you well enough throughout his life to recognize it, but before he can ask if you have changed your mind about wanting to be with him, you ask gently— “Are you upset that I did not take the gods’ offer?”   He shakes his head, searching your expression. “Why would I be?”   “I could have lived forever with you.”   The corners of his mouth lifts. “We will still be with one another for the rest of eternity. That, I will promise.” Hoseok squeezes your hand gently. “I don’t want you to be unhappy or make you do what you don’t want to. Unless...you regret it.”   You shake your own head. “It’s not what I had come for. I...couldn’t leave my family behind.”   “I know and it’s okay. I will take care of you. You don’t have to do or worry about anything. It’s my oath to you.”   Even after becoming the Immortal Being, you are still the most important to Hoseok and the only one he has left. The gods may look at him in disdain, scoff as he passes them in Heaven, show their wrath through sneering and harsh comments that soil his name, but he does not pay them any mind.   Why should he? They can’t do anything to him.   “He cannot come and leave as he wishes! It is outright disrespectful! Dishonourable! He is a mere mortal.”   “He is a god like the rest of us, Victoria.”   “I refuse.”   Hoseok approaches the two gods with his arms behind his back, his chin lifted in the air. No longer is he adorning dirtied tunics and trousers like a peasant, but tight black robes on his body, wrapped around his arms and legs and a sash at his waist. Becoming an Immortal Being has made his skin brighter, hair in a deeper shade of black, cheeks full and no longer hollow. The marks of hunger and exhaustion have all but vanished.   “It is rather cowardly to speak about a god behind his back, isn’t it?” he pipes up loudly and the Goddess of Agriculture narrows her eyes onto him, expression pulling into one of disgust.   The God of the Sun, on the other hand, regards Hoseok with a friendly smile.   “You are no god to me,” she spits.   Hoseok hums and nods. “And yet, I am standing right here.”   “Let us be civil. This is no way for gods to speak,” Seokjin interjects as he witnesses another argument unfolding right at his palace’s entrance and he clears his throat, turning his attention to him. “Was there something you needed from me, Immortal Being? Are you settling in well?”   “Yes.” In spite of nearly ending the God of Sun’s existence, he was still the most cordial of all the divine beings. Hoseok can’t help but think the others need to follow their leader’s example. After all, he is one of them now. “I just wanted to announce that I am to be wedded in a week’s time.”   “With that disgusting mortal?!” Victoria interrupts with a shriek and her brows furrow. Her fists clench and she stands taller. “Gods do not marry mere humans. We do not stoop to their status. Clearly if you wish to be seen as a god, you have much to learn—”   “That is enough.” Seokjin lifts his palm, silencing the goddess. She is even more appalled, but then he melts into a sheepish smile. “I can take it from here, Victoria. You may be dismissed.”   “Hmph!” She spins around and struts down the marble steps of the Sun palace, disappearing from sight.   Hoseok scoffs, watching her leave, never once afraid.   It was different now that he no longer had to worship these gods, get onto his knees and press his palms together to make a worthless prayer, to put his last hope into deities that would never aid him…   “You are being wedded?”   Hoseok nods. “In a week’s time. It will be a simple affair.”   “That is wonderful!” The God of Sun grins and the room becomes warmer. “I may be able to discuss with the Goddess of Love to perhaps grant you a blessing. The marriages she puts together rarely fails….but don’t tell her that or else I fear she may stop trying.”   The Immortal Being smiles. “I would appreciate that. Thank you.”   “I hope Heaven has treated you well so far.” The two of them walk together, deeper into his palace where paintings and antiques decorate the halls. It’s a place fit for the god of all gods.   “It could be better, but it does little to bother me.”   “Pay no mind to the other gods. They aren’t used to change.” Seokjin laughs boisterously by himself and Hoseok wonders how the ruler of all rulers can be so carefree. He doesn’t mind, but it is always surprising that the God of Sun is rather childish.    “I would imagine it would be difficult for one to be a mortal and then a god. But you shall be used to it soon enough and you will find many things to do here in Heaven.” The man as radiant as the sunlight pats him on the back. “You are always welcome here if you so choose to be.”   The two of them speak to each other for a few minutes more before Hoseok dismisses himself. It was difficult to track time in Heaven when he had only the sun to know what part of the day it is, but as he quickly leaves to have dinner with you, he is stopped by a goddess at the bottom of the marble path leading away from the palace.   “You are a fool to have accepted his offer.”   The Goddess of Wisdom, Yena, is in a loose purple chiton as deep as violet flowers. The excess fabric is pinned to her left shoulder, cinched in by the waist, a jeweled diadem on the crown of her head. Hoseok turns around at her voice and she does not hesitate.    “The only reason the God of Sun gave you that offer was because he thought he could avoid a greater war. But no one threatens a god and wins.”   “But I have,” Hoseok boldly declares with the corner of his mouth pulling. “I have cheated death and won against the gods. And someday I will become the most powerful. I will answer all prayers given to me. I will be the salvation that they have always begged for.”   Yena sighs, shaking her head lightly. “Mortals always ask for more and more. They are never satisfied and you will come to learn it soon. The humans that the gods seek, answer and bless, the ones that we grant their desires to, they become kings and make others worship them. They know no appreciation once they have gained their ambitions. Mortals destroy, create, ruin and then beg. Mortals are selfish…..as are you.”   Her eyes are piercing and she does not allow him to utter a world, merely walking forth.   But Hoseok scoffs at her words, finding that even the gods were self-serving. That they would rather leave suffering as is than have mortals revere other mortals and not them. Truly, his belief has not altered—   If you do not take for yourself, you will have nothing.   He brushes away the Goddess of Wisdom’s words and returns to you.    And as he had said to Seokjin, he indeed marries you in a week’s time.   It’s a simple arrangement, a ceremony with your family and a few villagers, a cake and celebration in the town square, but it's one where you are wholeheartedly content. Hoseok can see it on your face, the way your eyes crinkle, your lips pulling into the brightest of smiles, the sound of your infectious giggles and the way his own heart blooms to see you like this.    You are the most beautiful being in the universe — it is one thing Hoseok is sure of.   Through all the things he had seen, all the goddesses and humans he has come across, there is no comparison. He has always loved you and it will never change.   “I promise to treat you well,” he murmurs.   Your smile is tender. “I already know you will.”   And that same night, he pulls you closer than he has ever before. Your hand intertwines and the two of you unify your marriage, laying together and making love in your warm home. Hoseok kisses you until your lips are swollen and the muffled whimpers of his name turn to pleasured cries. Through all the sadness and struggles, the happy moments that he had feared were fleeting, Hoseok is finally able to hold you the way he wanted.    He is happy to give himself to you, to hand you a piece of himself, and he is grateful that he can provide you with all you could ever want or need.   “Is this even allowed?” Your giggles spill over the next midnight as he pulls you along, like two children making mischief in the night. “I thought mortals weren’t allowed in Heaven, Hoseok.”   “It doesn’t matter — I’m a god now. Who will object to me?”   Yet from the light spilling outside the Sun palace, he catches sight of the God of the Sea coming from the other way. Jungkook stops in his place, glaring, but he does not utter a word and you merely shuffle closer to Hoseok. The two of you pass as if the other god is not there.   Hoseok brings you to the highest point of Seokjin’s palace, to a secluded terrace high in the sky.   The horizon is blanketed in an abyss of darkness, but after a moment, silver pinpricks of light show themselves — they are millions of twinkling stars spilling over the sky, accompanying the full moon whose milk luminescence softly glows on you. And from this place, you can look over the many temples and smaller palaces, gaze upon the lights of Heaven.   It is a sight neither of you would have witnessed out on the fields or on the farm.   “Do you like it?”   “It’s spectacular,” you gasp.    Hoseok smiles, coming right behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist, propping his chin on your shoulder and holding you as you lean on the terrace railings. “Do you think my family would be proud of me, Y/N? I keep thinking about what my mother, my father, my brother and sister would have thought of all this...”   “I think….they would be happy to see that you don’t have to suffer like they did,” you murmur.   A hum leaves his chest and his cheek lies on your shoulder. “When you said you would follow me, I was so happy. I love you, Y/N. I won’t put you through something like that ever again.”   A smile comes across your features. And Hoseok keeps his words.   For the entirety of your life, there is not a day where you work back breaking labour or sleep while hungry. Sickness, starvation and suffering never finds you nor your family. Your brothers find trades to work in and they live comfortably with wives of their own and start their own families. Your father passes away peacefully by his grandchildren and your mother in her sleep not long after.   The rest of your life is shared with Hoseok — one where he is often gone during the day to Heaven but never fails to return to you. He has everything you could ever wish for and is prepared to fulfill each of your desires. If you wanted, he could conquer kingdoms and take lands, find fame and wealth beyond your imagination. All that is required is one word, but you never wanted much.   It is a modest life that he leads with you.    One not full of ambition, but of serenity and contentment. The cottage by the North border becomes your own, filled with precious memories and intimate moments. Meals are shared across the table through soft conversation and the fire warming up the walls and floors. There are never restless nights, simply ones where you are asleep while wrapped in each other’s arms. And your love for one another never diminishes.   Decades pass as such, quicker than he can comprehend.   While Hoseok does not age, he fails to notice the gradual wrinkles that come across your features, the steady graying of your hair, the way your movements become slower. To him, you are still the most beautiful girl that had come with him on his adventure, that had knocked on his door hesitantly to give him and his mother oats, who played with him as a child in the streets.   Hoseok, the Immortal Being, loses track of time.   One morning, he awakens to an empty bed and comes out to find you perched in a chair by the window, watching the slow sunrise.    “Is something the matter?” he asks in a quiet voice as to not disrupt the peace.   The sun was soft at dawn, the horizon coloured in rose and tangerine. It is quite a sight, one you are privileged to see, but Hoseok cannot admire Seokjin’s work when he is troubled.    Your breathing is slow, but the corner of your mouth lifts. “I am dying.”   “Dying?” The word befalls his lips without consideration, without being able to think. It is foreign. Strange to say. He had not thought about death for decades now. “What do you mean dying?”   “I can feel it,” you say so easily that he cannot utter a single syllable. “My time has come.”   Hoseok, a god, drops to his knees.    He kneels before you, hands taking your wrinkled ones that are placed within your lap and he searches your expression. “Are you hurt somewhere? Are you ill? Tell me and I will help you. There is nothing that cannot be fixed. I am a god! No one...no one can take you away from me.”   But you slowly shake your head.   “I am losing my senses, Hoseok. It is harder to breathe and….everything feels like a dream.”   Finally, you turn away from the beautiful sight of dawn and meet his eyes. A tender smile spreads into your wrinkled face and your palm lifts slowly to cup his cheek. He has not aged a single day, as handsome as when you had married him, as lovely as the way you spent your life together.   You had grown old with him. But he had not grown old with you.   “My life has felt like a very wonderful dream, and for that, I thank you, Hoseok. You have been my greatest companion, the greatest friend and husband I could have ever hoped for.”   Your voice croaks, soft and quiet. “I feel nothing. Content, perhaps. I could not have asked for anything more. It has been….a wonderful life.”   The Immortal Being gently calls for you. “Y/N.”   “Y/N.” Hoseok calls your name intimately.    Your best friend, husband, says it while your gazes are locked onto each other’s. “Y/N.”   And it is the last thing that you hear.   You fall forward and his arms spread to catch you. Your breathing slows, chest pressed against his and your eyes flutter a few times before they shut. Hoseok embraces your body with trembling arms, having watched you die, and he cries.   They are tears of a god. And they shed down his cheeks while his lips cry out your name. The name of his wife, of his companion, tear from his throat and take the breath away from his lungs. Hoseok sobs with an agony of what he had only known as a mortal and he cradles your head against his shoulder, holding you close, calling you to wake up again.    But you are gone and it is something not even a god can undo.   //   Hoseok strides through heaven with the wrath of the universe surging through him. Heaven has never been a home to him and it will never be one now — not when they have scorned him, loathed him and still betrays him to this day.   He finds the goddess he is searching for and not for a moment does he hesitate. Hoseok comes to her within three strides and before her features can twist and she can bark at him to leave, he grabs a hold of the collar of her robes with tightening fists, knuckles turned white, and he holds her up.   “You!” Hoseok spits between gritted teeth, his fury tangible in the air and suffocating her.   The Goddess of Medicine and Healing, Irene, pales at his expression. Her eyes are wide and her face falls, terror replacing her contempt. Her hands raise to his wrists as if she can pry him off but the effort is futile.   The other gods who are witnesses stand still, frozen in their places at the change of the Immortal Being, no longer indifferent or docile. They watch as Hoseok shakes her.   “You said you would bless her with health!” he screams at the top of his lungs, echoing loud enough for all of Heaven to hear. “All she asked for was a blessing of prosperity and health!”   At once, Irene knows what he is talking about. After all, it was no secret that the Immortal Being only cared about one mortal.   “I-I did!” she shouts back.   The bones in Hoseok’s hands crack, his grip so tight that his nails sink past the clothing and into his own skin. Sobs break through his frame, streaming down his face and the goddess is even more horrified. His jaw clenches, teeth grinding hard against each other. “Then why did she die?!”   The shout is startling and he releases his grip on the Goddess of Medicine and Healing.   Irene collapses to the ground and looks up at him in disdain, her brows knitted together. She moves a strand of her hair back and huffs. “Whether you believe me or not, I did it! And it worked. She was supposed to succumb to disease at twenty four, but she instead lived until eighty. Eighty! She would’ve even lived a more prosperous life without your constant meddling!”   Hoseok remains silent. These are not words he wanted to hear.   “What do you want me to do?” Irene hisses at him. “All humans must die. Death is inevitable!”   “She is to be reborn,” Hoseok demands, fists by his side as he looks down at the pathetic goddess. His shadow looms over her, his eyes unforgiving. “She must come back.”   “The gods are reborn. Not mere mortals,” she seethes. “What did you think would happen, Immortal Being? Death takes all. Except for you. Each person begins their cycle again for a fresh start, but you are stuck. It is your curse to shoulder and no one else’s!”   Hoseok glares at her through narrowed eyes and then he turns around, vanishing from Heaven.   Within a few seconds, he manifests himself into the realm of the Underworld. A place where there is no rise or fall of the sun, no change of moons, where time is even harder to tell.   There is only the flickering flames of candles, constant whispers in corners and shadows that seem to follow unknown guests. But Hoseok pays no mind to the desolate wasteland, to the land of black where dead trees with naked branches curl in bizarre directions.   He wastes no time and pushes open the double doors.   “Where is she?!”   The God of the Underworld, Kim Namjoon, dressed in the darkest of robes that glows black emanates intensity and power. He stands from the seat of his grand throne as does his wife, Goddess of Dreams, Miyin who is in loose robes and her eyes cat-like — darkened orbs that glimmer and are reminiscent to the stars.   “How dare you enter my domain without permission!” he bellows deep within his stomach. “Who are you to come in here and demand things from me!”   “Bring her back!” Hoseok shouts with a surge of anger shaking through him, ignoring the god’s warnings as he comes to stand at the foot of the stairs to their throne. “She was here, wasn’t she?! Wasn’t she?!”   “The audacity you have to stand here and expect my answers! You are a fool!”   Miyin places a hand on her husband’s shoulder, more sympathetic to Hoseok’s grief that she is able to easily recognize as it had once been her own. “You are in search of your companion, correct? Y/N was her name.”   You were here — Hoseok is sure of it now.   “Where is she?”   “Her soul has been judged and she has passed to the land of the Underworld,” she tells him.   “Bring her back,” Hoseok says, calmer than he was before when he now knows where you are. “I need to see her.”   The God of the Death, Namjoon, barks out in laughter. He shakes his head with a fond smile. “You have not changed from the fool you were, Immortal Being. You cannot come to the Underworld and demand for souls to return. That’s not how it works, no exceptions are made.”   “Bring her back!” Hoseok shouts and it only serves to aggravate the god.   A muscle in the god’s cheek twitches and then he hollers— “Leave!”    The shadows push him out, binding his fighting limbs until the Underworld palace’s doors shut with a boom and he is alone on the other side.   No one will help him. No one will lend a hand. No one will give you back to him or tell him how it could be that an all-knowing god who is as strong as he is can be so defenseless and incapable.   Even as a god, Hoseok is powerless.   “Y/N!” Hoseok shouts at the top of his lungs, calling out to you and allowing the barren darkness to echo back to him. “Y/N!”   He will not beg. Not pray. He will do it himself — he will search for you, even if it takes a hundred or a thousand lifetimes. He has no shortage of time. He has no shortage of lives.   “Y/N!” The Immortal Being travels the abyss of the Underworld himself, crying out while walking through dead forests where no trees can blossom flowers, streams with seductive lures for him to drown in, terrains of violent winds that make it hard for him to see. Hoseok is not sure how long he spends in the Underworld when he has lost track of time, but he does not stop trying.   He does not stop even when he has not encountered a single wandering soul.   But after what seems like eternity, a figure emerges from the darkness.   “Go home, Immortal Being.” Miyin stands stagnant in her spot, a melancholic expression rested on her beautiful features. The creeping gloom seems to hug at her figure as if the shadows are acquainted with her presence. “This is no place for you to stay.”   “I can’t,” he murmurs and shakes his head despite knowing in the eyes of the goddess, he has become mad and deranged.   Hoseok cannot leave you behind. He won’t.   “You will never find her,” the Goddess of Dreams and Underworld announces as if she is writing fate. “I will make sure of that. Your unborn child will never reach you either.”   He turns his head, eyes locking into hers. “Unborn child?”   “She was with one, many decades ago but lost it. I suppose she has never told you of the tragedy, but your mourning cannot be done here.” Miyin’s eyes harden. “You have taken what you wanted and left her. To live forever is to watch those around you die. It is the punishment you must pay for being greedy and prideful.”   Hoseok slowly shakes his head. “I cannot accept it.”   “But you must.”    He had become a god not to know suffering any longer, not to feel this grief and agony.    But now he cannot escape this anguish. He realizes he can never be laid to rest. He cannot die.   The Immortal Being does not speak a single word. He merely looks to the goddess and then vanishes from the Underworld, leaving you behind somewhere in this desolate land wandering.

On the one year anniversary of your death, Hoseok drinks inside the cottage that was once your warm home. But it is a shadow of once was, full of dust and cobwebs.   Hoseok doesn’t dare touch anything, afraid to ruin the last remnants of you.

On the second year anniversary, Hoseok spends it in Heaven to lessen the pain of the mortal world absent of you. But the gods shut their doors. No one welcomes him. No one smiles.   He does not belong here.

On the third anniversary, Hoseok tries to drown himself. Neck deep in the cold water, he plunged into the darkness without taking a gasp of air.   It doesn’t work.   The God of the Sea is cruel, using the harsh tides to drag him back to shore. But Hoseok knew it would have happened either way — no matter how many years he has to spend at the bottom of the ocean or drifting on the surface….   He can’t die.

On the tenth, Hoseok is underneath the stars.    He has traveled the world with simply the clothing on his back. He has seen rivers and mountains, glaciers and forests.   But none of it amazes him anymore. It all looks the same.

On the twentieth anniversary, Hoseok is sitting on a throne, looking out on his court.   He has taken regions and cities for himself, a triumphant kingdom in his name. He has accomplished his ambitions, answered the prayers of people and have them worship him. They always come back asking for more, demanding more and more. But he has everything — all the wealth and riches his mind could’ve possibly conjured.    He has a palace, land, gold.   But they mean nothing to him.

On the fiftieth anniversary of your death, Hoseok realizes that no one threatens a god and wins.    It had taken too long by his lonesome to learn this fact — in a place where he does not belong, in a place where he should no longer be. He has stayed the same, not even a hair different. But when he looks into the mirror, he cannot recognize the person he sees. The only way he holds onto his sanity is through his memories with you as all the things he has ever known becomes replaced, changed and evolved as he remains idle, trapped in his time.   He no longer recognizes the world as it once was. His home with you has long been buried through time, ash and warfare. No one remembers him anymore. And he has become an old, old man inside.   Yet there is no end in sight. No salvation. No redemption.   Death cannot take away his pain.   Hoseok descends down to the corner of Heaven, where clouds have darkened and the flowers have wilted. The wooden framed house is cozy, but the windows are barred with steel rods. The door handles are chained, locked with divine powers.   He approaches and as if the goddess inside has sensed his presence, she comes to the barricaded window.   At the sight of him, the Goddess of Spring furrow her brows deep enough to hurt, beauty marred by her anger. Her features are worn, hair in disarray, the wild allure he had once witnessed dimmed down when she is away from her true home of nature, green meadows and forests alive. The goddess’ teeth grits and she grips the bars that have imprisoned her and kept her from liberation — much like him.   “What do you want from me?” she spits at him in malice, spite wrapped around each of her enunciated syllables. “Was it not enough to trick me? Now you have come to mock me?!”   “I have come here to mourn with you.”   “Mourn with me?”   “The God of Sun has punished us both,” Hoseok says. “My wife, she has passed away and I cannot join her. And you, you have been confined to this home for decades because of one mistake, because of one error in judgment.” Because she was kind and benevolent enough to bring Hoseok and you to Heaven all those decades ago, because she trusted in mortals too much.   “You deceived me,” she whispers in exasperation.   “And Seokjin knows the fault is not yours, yet he still chose to punish you.”   The Goddess of Spring hasn’t been able to return to the mortal realm since Hoseok has been made the Immortal Being. She has not seen what her Spring has created. And her resentments are easy to see — they are similar to his own.    “Why did you come here?” she murmurs, hands falling to her side as she looks away from him.   “I want you to join me.”   “For what?”   “What I should’ve done from the start.”   “You are a fool. Have you learnt nothing?” The goddess shakes her head. “You cannot kill a god.”   “Yet I almost did.” The two of them look at one another. “He had tricked me into taking immortality and he has punished you unfairly for decades. Consider this, Goddess of Spring. I am your only way to be free.”   If you do not take for yourself, you will have nothing.   The Immortal Being vanishes and reappears in the desolate lands he was once banished from. Time has passed since then, the anger perhaps faded despite the contempt that stays. He makes sure to announce his presence this time, following the conduct that the gods have self-constructed, so that his appearance is not unwanted. And after a long moment, the servant comes out and gestures for him to enter.   The only person who occupies the throne is God of the Underworld, Namjoon. His wife is missing, attending a pompous event in Heaven and it is the timing that Hoseok had waited for.   “It seems as though you have learnt from last time, Immortal Being. Yet you face me once more today. You learn, but remain foolish.”   The God of the Underworld looks down upon him, seated at his grand throne, grasping at his arm rests and sitting tall. Hoseok is unpersuaded in the act of intimidation, looking straight into the gods’ eyes.   “I have not come here to request that you bring back a soul.”   “Oh?” Namjoon’s brow cocks. “Then why do you stand before me, Immortal Being?”   “I want you to be my ally,” Hoseok says and Namjoon wears an amused smirk, attention immediately captured. “Of my time spent here in Heaven, it has become clear to me that you merit a better place than where you stand.”   “And what place is that?”   “In Heaven. On the highest seat of the council.”   “You suggest I take Seokjin’s place?”   “I suggest that you are entitled to more than you have.” Hoseok’s voice of persuasion is loud, booming across the throne room. “The universe needs reform. Seokjin is weak-hearted and me being here after holding a weapon against his neck is a symbol of that. And it is odd to me that you cannot rule over the living or those in Heaven, even when all entities come to you for their judgment.”   The God of Underworld barks out in boisterous laughter. “Perhaps you are not as foolish as I have initially perceived. But why shall I put my trust into a cunning creature like you?”   “Because I want my revenge against Seokjin. He has misled me into this immortality.”   The god’s smirk only expands.

Fire. The world is on fire.   There are shrieks of mortals crying out for their families and loved ones. It is deafening — the screams of men beseeching mercy, only to be slaughtered, the sobbing of children who have their mothers assaulted in front of them. The intense smell of iron, the scent of blood has filled the world. The land is burnt, homes reduced to ash, the gray clouds covering the sun and sky and bringing upon the darkness that cannot be dispelled away.   The universe reveals its true interior of ruin and cruelty. The vicious without remorse rises above all else. There is no salvation. There is no redemption. All that exists is suffering.   And the people have finally come to realize that the gods do not listen to prayer. No matter how many gods they worship and pray to, they will never answer. No matter how hard they try to remain devout and pious, nothing will ever be given in return. The gods do not aid the meek or punish the sinners. They do not counsel the grieving and do not have mercy on living souls.    There is no glory in faith.    With the God of Death and Goddess of Birth on his side, lead astray with their own resentments being used as weapons, Hoseok has truly become the most powerful being in the world.    And the universe is brought to war.    It is a revolution of discontentment — of the Goddess of Spring unleashing her wrath by slaughtering the humans who have plucked her flowers and destroyed her season, by the God of the Underworld using mortals as puppets and tricking them into killing each other, by the people themselves revolting against their deities. They destroy statues, bring flames to temples, condemn the gods they have kneeled to for centuries who had never lent out a reaching hand.    There can be no gods if there are no worshipers.   In the span of a few days, Heaven has lost all glory. It is empty, a desolate place that has become darkened with gods who have abandoned their people — those that have run into hiding and those who have chosen to fight. The ones that remain are those foolish enough to hold onto their pride and dignity, too pompous to flee from the falling paradise.   “It has been raining for days.” The Goddess of Love is staring out at the downpour that has clouded the Heavens and made it darker, turning gold and white to shades of gray. “The world is becoming flooded.”   Several of the council members turn their heads towards Jungkook, God of the Sea. But his own eyes are pinned on the Goddess of the Sky who is as guilty as she is sorrowful.   “I cannot help it,” she cries and the rain outside becomes heavier.   “Then do something to help it!” Jungkook shouts and it rumbles across the room. The bottom of his trident slams against the tiled floors. “I did not call forth these storms!”   “What am I supposed to do?!” the goddess asks of him, helpless.   “We did not come here to argue,” Yoongi cuts through, a source of calm in the chaos. “The storms are slowing them down and the flood will prevent mortal infantries and troops from moving forth. There will be fewer casualties because of it.”   “But they are coming to us,” Yena, Goddess of Wisdom, speaks up. She turns to the most important figure in the room who sits on the highest throne, yet remains expressionless and quiet. Instead of fifteen members of the council, there are only thirteen. “The Immortal Being, the Goddess of Spring and God of the Underworld. They are coming for you.”   “Then let them.”   “They want to harm you, Seokjin,” the Goddess of Love harshly whispers, unable to believe what was coming from the God of Sun’s lips. It sounded like defeat. “They want to kill you.”   “How will they?” Jungkook scoffs. “They do not have the sword.”   “How are we not sure the God of the Underworld has not obtained it?” someone else asks.   “It is protected,” Miyin declares to the entire council. The sword that Hoseok had forged all those decades ago, the only one who could end a god’s cycle of reincarnation, has been kept safe with her. It is away from Heaven and the mortal realm, away from the hands of other gods and grasps of humans. “I have made sure of it.”   Another god in the council barks out in cold laughter. “And how do we know we can trust you?! How can we know you aren’t helping your husband?!”   The Goddess of Dreams stands at once. “You dare accuse me of betrayal?!”   “The God of the Underworld has! Why would you not?!”   “I am not my husband!”   “Do you expect us to foolishly believe you had no implication in this matter? That you did not know of his plans?!”   “How dare you—”   “Enough.” Seokjin’s voice booms across the land, causing silence to spread through the throne room. “The council must make its decision today on what to do. All other matters will be pushed aside.”   Miyin huffs, sitting back down, but enunciates each word sharply, “The only gods who know where the sword is exactly is Seokjin, Yoongi and I. It is in safe possession. The Immortal Being will never have his hands on it again.”   “If they are coming for Seokjin, then he needs to leave,” the Goddess of the Sky speaks. “He will be protected away from Heaven.”   “And where will he go?” Jungkook counters. “The Goddess of Spring knows the mortal realm and the God of the Underworld rules the underworld. What do you suggest?”   The goddess opens her mouth, but then shuts it.   “The world is wide. Perhaps he could reside in The God of Sea’s palace for some time or even the moon palace.” The Goddess of Love turns and looks at Yoongi who nods silently.    But Seokjin interrupts, shaking his head.   “I must stay,” he affirms. “The world cannot go on without the sun being lifted.”   “But—”   “It would truly be an Armageddon without the sun. And I am the ruler of all rulers, the god of all gods. If I abandon Heaven, what will be left of it?”   The Goddess of Love and Affections protests, “This is no time to be worried about pride or glory—”   “I have said my answer.”   “Then we must find a way to defend ourselves,” someone states. “They cannot succeed.”   Another nods. “We must defeat the gods and capture them.”   “Or we eliminate the Immortal Being completely.” Jungkook turns his head, looking at each member of the council. “He should have never been made a god in the beginning. Look at where it has brought us. He is not meant to be one. He is a mortal in birth.”   “The only way we can do such a thing is if we utilize the sword,” the Goddess of Love murmurs.   “No.” Miyin stands again. “Absolutely not. The Immortal Being is trying to obtain the sword. It is the very thing he wants. Bringing it to Heaven only risks it falling into his hands.”   “How could it?” A god argues. “If it is in Seokjin’s possession, he will not lose it and it will be used as a weapon to defend himself.”   “If it keeps Seokjin safe, I agree that it should be brought here,” someone on his left pipes up.   Another on his right disagrees. “We will not kill anyone — it would be doing what he has sought to do, and as gods we are above that. We must show that we are above these barbaric acts.”   “But even if we captured the Immortal Being and he is sent to the farthest pits, there will always be a risk that he will return for vengeance. Heaven will never truly be at peace.”   “The Immortal Being may have become a god through sinful means, but he is nevertheless a god. We do not destroy or kill divine beings!”   “He is not born a god. He does not hold the same honour as the rest of us.”   “He has betrayed Heaven and started war — it will be his punishment.”   “The sword is better kept far away, not to be used or even touched. What happens if it falls into his hands? All of us will be at his mercy.”   “The risk is something we must take. If the God of Sun dies, there will be nothing left. The plan will work and then the sword will be swiftly returned to the Goddess of Dreams once more. It will be out of their reach.”   Seokjin exhales. The voices of the gods and goddess swirl in his mind, making his temples throb. The weight of his crown feels heavier this evening, but he bears it without showing weakness — he cannot show exhaustion at such dire times.   “We will vote,” Seokjin announces and it quiets down each god and goddess. “All those in favour of using the sword.” Jungkook with the Goddess of Love among many others lift their hands. The God of Sun keeps count. “All those in favour of not.” Miyin and Yoongi and another handful raises their arms.   The vote is six to six.   He is the last one to make the decision.   //   The once splendored bliss of Heaven is no longer. The temples and palaces have been deserted. The night sky is clear but moonless, the noise of thunder and lightning resounds from afar. It may be peaceful, but only because there is no one left of this land that stands before him. All have left in the wake of conflict, to fight or to flee.   The gods have forsaken their duties, left the mortals they were supposed to protect and guide — Seokjin can see it now. He has laid witness to the devastation and calamity, but cannot fix the blame on mortals or a selfish few. The decades of pride and ruthlessness of the deities have led to this moment. It is his mistake for this destruction. And it is now that Seokjin finds remorse for the dwindling compassion the gods have had for suffering, for being merciless and punishing.    But he will never abandon it. He will never give in. No matter what the cost is, the God of Sun will never concede or stop fighting to maintain his home of Heaven. He will do everything that is within his powers, use every tactic until he can no longer stand — until his last breath is taken.    “They are here.”   A calm voice fades into his thoughts and Seokjin turns to an old friend dressed in black robes that bleeds into a milky shade at the hem. Yoongi, the God of the Moon, has always been the composed source of comfort that the God of Sun needed.    “You are stubborn for staying,” Yoongi says as they come to stand side by side on the palace’s terrace, looking out at a desolate paradise.    “But it is the only way we can win,” Seokjin murmurs and then turns to the god. “What do the stars say? Have you read them?”   Yoongi lifts his head, eyes gazing over the horizon filled with twinkling pinprick lights that are watching over the catastrophe. Even without the moon, the stars provide the luminescence needed. “There are signs of destruction and fire…...but they are aligned oddly. I have never seen these constellations before. They go against what I have been charting recently.”    Seokjin nods, exhaling steadily. “You should go help Jungkook at the gates. I fear he is struggling to keep them at bay.”   Yoongi eyes the other god carefully. “All of Heaven is empty. There are many gods who would not want me to leave you here by yourself. I have promised many of them to stay here with you.”   “But you won’t.” A slow smile spreads into the god’s face. “You will leave and preserve yourself. There is no need to worry about me. If I am worthy of your concern then I am not the god of all gods.”   Yoongi scoffs lightly at Seokjin’s mischievous disposition, how he can still jest during such dire circumstances.   The God of Moon gazes at the God of Sun for an extended moment, sharing thoughtful expressions before he takes his leave — trusting in his will and in his intentions.   Seokjin watches as his old friend departs towards the calamity that can be heard thundering from the gates and rumbling the floor of Heaven itself. He stares up at the night full of stars, knowing and waiting to lift the sun above the horizon. Dawn is coming. In five minutes time, he will have to bear the weight of the sun on his shoulders, hold the beams of light until it releases on its own….   But within three, the person he has been waiting for appears.   The Immortal Being crosses the hundred steps to the terrace of the palace with exhausted features, sweat dripping from his hairline, dirt pressed onto his cheeks. But his eyes remain strong, gaze unwavering and he comes face to face with the God of Sun.   “Hoseok,” Seokjin calls him like he is calling a friend. “I’ve been waiting.”   “Have you?” Hoseok is weary, his lids heavy yet unable to be closed for longer than a few seconds, his posture slumping from the many years he’s been alive without permanent rest.   “You’ve come alone,” he notes.   The Immortal Being nods. “There doesn’t need to be anyone else present.”   Long ago, they had stood in front of each other in a similar manner — in the middle of the throne room with a blade held to the god’s throat, a threat made and a deal exchanged. It seemed like the circumstances have changed once more, that now the opposite was true.    But the God of Sun knew better.    Seokjin was not going to kill Hoseok. Not at this moment. Not ever.   “I know why you’ve come here.” Seokjin smiles tenderly, the corner of his mouth pulling, and he lifts the sheathed sword by his side.   Hoseok’s eyes fall towards it. “I don’t think you do.”   “Trust that I do,” he speaks softly. “I had thought about it. For nights and days. I wondered why you would seek such calamity when you had always wanted to become a better god than I. When you wanted to answer the prayers of other mortals. I could not make sense as to the reason for creating such devastation and suffering, of leading the God of the Underworld and Goddess of Spring against me. It could not be from vengeance alone.”   “And what have you made of it?”   Seokjin approaches Hoseok, closing the distance between them through three wide strides.   And then the God of Sun hands him the sword, giving it to him with the raise of his arm.   “You have no plans of killing me,” Seokjin says, staring at him wistfully. “You wish to free yourself of the binds of immortality.”   Hoseok’s hand wraps around the silver handle — and he draws out the sword.   It whistles as it cuts through the air. It catches the light and shimmers like the stars itself have been embedded into the surface. The weapon is heavy in Hoseok’s hand but his grip remains tight.   He moves the sharp blade next to his own throat.   Seokjin does not stop him, knowing this is what he wanted from the start, that this was the only way to obtain it. This was the way to end his punishment.    Hoseok never wanted retribution. He wanted liberation.   “You are selfish. Even in these last moments,” the God of Sun says. “Selfish when you brought your soulmate with you. Selfish when you chose to take immortality. Selfish when you continued to see her after achieving greatness and for causing this destruction for your redemption.”   “I know.” Hoseok cries. They are tears of a god and they shed down his cheeks like rain. He stares up at the sky full of stars that are glimmering and gleaming, watching over the universe silently. He thinks of you, his wife and companion, and his soul yearns sorrowfully. “I have been a fool. For so long, I spent my life pitying myself. I never knew what was enough...until now.”   If all you do is take for yourself, you will have no one.   Hoseok’s eyes flutter shut. A smile spreads into his face.   This is his salvation. The salvation he had been waiting his entire existence for—   He pierces himself, running the blade by his throat, allowing the warm blood to wash down his body. It is painful — but a physical sort of pain he had not felt for nearly a century. Your name is the last thing spoken from his lips, and then he falls forward, dying on the steps of Heaven as the sun rises.   Hoseok is free.

It is an odd place.    A place where there is no rise or fall of the sun. There are no change of moons and time is even harder to tell. Darkness lingers in each corner, trees with twisting branches that never bloom of flowers. But in spite of how desolate this land is, he feels at peace, even when he cannot remember how he has come here, where he comes from, what he is. All he knows is his name.   Though as he wanders aimlessly, floating through the space, he comes across the most beautiful soul he has ever seen.   So with childlike wonder, he approaches and manifests himself into a tangible form.   The soul he is gazing at also alters into a translucent body and spins around to look at him, having felt his gaze. And your eyes clear, no longer hazy. He can’t help but find something familiar about you, something that seems to satisfy the long yearning of his own soul.   A smile lifts across his face, one that makes you curious enough to blink at him, and Hoseok extends a hand to introduce himself.

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Bangtan fics that I’ve read and liked (will get updated)

uhh, so the thing is that a lot of jikook fics will be in here, as it is my otp. But I have  also put in many others. Thank you!!! (this goes in descending order, so newer ones will come on top, and i still have a lot of older fics, they’ll come at the bottom) (all fic titles in italics are my ult favs and all ships in bold have their plot and are not just implied)

On Patrol  and  On Patrol - Season 2 : jikook, yoonseok, namjin, police au, LOVE this series, check it out!

summary: Officer Jeon has his eyes on Mr. Adorable.Officer Min has a strange neighbor he can't seem to keep out of his life.Captain Kim finds comfort in his son's homeroom teacher. Well, cops need some loving too, right?

A Gilded World : i cannot believe this fic aint down there, yoonjin, must read, chaebol au (i love them), ULT FAV, kdrama au, with vmin who has a tiny storyline too, and side namseok, rated E, 169k words, bros jinkook, READ IT, the fic that got me interested in yoonjin.

summary: Jeon Seokjin has exactly four weeks to stop the impending engagement of his younger brother, doomed to a loveless marriage. The only way to stop it is to make a better match, more advantageous, more lucrative for the Jeon family. It's impossible. It's his only option.Min Yoongi does not want, will never want, will never ever even consider, marriage. It's not in the cards. He's stubborn enough to achieve the total ban on marriage talks. Except maybe his grandmother is a little more stubborn than he is, and maybe she's determined to see him march down the aisle.The chaebol arranged marriage au that exactly one and a half people asked for.

baby, love me hard and hold me tight : jikook, ceo kook, tsundere-yet-not-so-tsundere min, lots of smut, dancer jimin. summary’s too long.

all the light we cannot see : yoonkook, spaceship au, tsundere yoongi, wow i read a lot of those, rated E, 109k words.

summary (part of it):  (when jeongguk finally gets his chance to sail the cosmos, it’s onboard the ship of an aggravating man named min yoongi. he thinks it’ll be extraordinarily dull—but the universe, and the legend of treasure planet, have other plans.)

note: another not so common yet not completely rare pair, i honestly love this fic so much.

nobody's like you  : jikook, college au, pissed jimin,dense kook, a cute fic, rated T, 20k words. 

summary: if you have a crush but you don't know you have a crush, is it really a crush? and other great philosophical debates with jeon jeongguk.

or, jeongguk kinda fucks up and jimin can only take so much.

흰 여름 ('White Summer') : yoonmin, non-au, lil angst, rated T, 24k words. 

summary: “Diversity,” Namjoon had said when he had explained the concept to them. “Learning to love yourself, no matter what.” “We already did that,” Yoongi had pointed out. “Literally the same title.” But Namjoon, when he looked at him, had seemed strangely bright and somber at the same time. “Not like this,” he had said.Or, Jimin and Yoongi have to kiss for an MV. And deal with the fallout.

7 Minutes in Heaven : yoonmin, highschool au, fluff, mutual pining, rated T, 8.4k words, too long a summary.

♛ Chrysoprase ♛ : vmin, abo but with a twist, aristocracy au, ongoing, a piece written beautifully, rated E, 39k words, rich tae and poor min.

summary (partial):  Taehyung is a rich boy who gets captivated by a trapeze act from an unknown Omega at a theater show sending him on a ride of emotions--and ruts. 

   Mono No Aware : jikook, rated E, 104k words, divorce au, model agency au, summary’s too long.

Cotton Candy  : highschool au, yoonmin, highscool band au, another GREAT fic, set in the 90s, 240k words, rated E.

summary (partial):  As spring turns into summer, school band Cotton Candy unexpectedly loses its singer and the members are forced to look for a new vocalist. Six boys find one in the form of the promiscuous pink haired boy Park Jimin who makes a home in their hearts and finally finds a place he belongs.

Beta Tau Sigma : come FIGHT me, but this IS a classic, frat au, i scrolled through this long ass post twice, i cant believe its not down there, namjin, you need an ao3 acc to read this, anyways i suggest you to make one, crack, 123k words, rated M, shenanigans, side yoonmin with a tiny storyline, FAV. 

Before This Christmas : taegi, non au, amnesia, a great fic, rated T, 8k words, summary’s too long.

black versus blue : taekook, soulmate au, a LOT of angst, i LOVE this fic, hurt/comfort, dr tae, side yoonmin and namjin, rated E, 41k words.

summary: Taehyung had always dreaded meeting his soulmate, unlike the rest of the world’s population. He always hid the words scrawled in black cursive on the inside of his right wrist and felt terror at the thought of them turning blue, of his soulmate speaking them.

And as he sprinted down the packed Seoul sidewalk, hot tears streaming down his cheeks and sobs choking his throat, he knew he'd been right.

Or was he?

sick boy : vmin, LOTS of homophobia, fluff and angst, dystopian korea, its a really good fic, rated M, 8k words, side namkook and yoonseok.

summary: Jimin has always lived in a society where pride was held higher than anything else. His kind nature is unwelcome, and he spends most of his life alone.

Taehyung is the boy who dyes his hair every week, is too eccentric for his own good and is, most importantly, not like the rest of the town that they live in.

Look out the window, do you see love? : jikook, I LOVE THIS, kidnapping au, ceo kook, college student min, tsundere kook, heavy smut and drama, rated E, 100k words, summary too long.

a blessed touch, skin deep : yoonjin, slightly platonic, oneshot, fluff, massage au, but not the smutty kind, rated G, 3k words.

summary: Hoseok recommends his favorite masseur to Yoongi.

Yoonjin Massage AU, with side Hoseok/Jimin and Taehyung/Jungkook

the heart of a siren : jikook, pirates au, angst, enemies to lovers,rated E, 92k words.

summary:  Beware of what you take from the sea. She is not a treasure to be plundered, but a dark, vast void that will swallow you up and think nothing of it.

The Collabofornication : yoonmin, idol au, rapper au, lots of smut, 32k words, enemies to lovers, rated E, 32k words, summary’s too long, really good.

teeter totter : jihope, such a cute fic, 5+1, i love this one, neighbours au, 5k words, rated T.

summary:  five times jimin accidentally stumbles into his neighbour and the one time it’s very much on purpose.

Take Care : a short jikook, accident au, angst and fluff, rated G, 2k words, college au.

summary:  Roommates Jungkook and Jimin are in the midst of a friendship rift until an accident brings them together again.

Bibbidi Bobbidi Boo : yoonmin, rated T, royal au, 34k words, cute, i really like this twist on classics kinda thing.

summary: Everyone (including Taehyung, Jimin's best friend) could only talk about the ball the royal family was going to give in honor of the princes. Every single one was thinking and worrying about which clothes they should wear and how to impress the two, very single, princes. Jimin? He could only think about the new regular, who had a sweet tooth and the cutest smile he had ever seen.

The Universe Has Moved For Us, Without Missing A Single Thing : minjoon, such a feel good fic, tsundere min, canon, with a bit of yoonjin, so good, rated M, 14k words.

summary: Jimin is tasked to create his next comeback with his least favourite producer at BIGHIT, RM.

He is petty and bitter from day one.

Or, is he just really bad at feelings?

yesteryear's charms : jikook, hp au, a lot of fun, enemies to lovers (if you dont know, im a sucker for this particular trope), rated M, 18k words.

summary: After losing a bet, Jimin has to perform the Jingle Bell Rock routine from the iconic Muggle film, Mean Girls, at Hogwarts' annual talent show, dressed in red pleather and black knee-high boots. He receives a bigger reaction from certain people (read: ult rival Jeon Jeongguk) than expected.

a dose of salt : jikook, I LOVE LOVE LOVE THIS FIC, with a lot of taejin, doctors au, enemies to lovers, pls check it, its great, rated E, 145k words, ongoing, almost finished.

summary: Park Jimin is a renown cardiothoracic surgeon—a genius, a medical prodigy, the best surgeon at the hospital. He’s kind, friendly, handsome, and patient. He’s also the son of the hospital’s Chairman. But nobody needs to know that since he’s worked for and earned everything he’s accomplished on his own without the help of nepotism.Everyone loves him. 

Everyone but Jeon Jungkook, the hot new military trauma surgeon straight out of the army. The decorated veteran is brilliant and quick witted, but has a hot temper and absolutely zero tolerance for bullshit.

When Park Jimin makes a bad first impression on him, things get extremely salty between the two very different personalities.

playing with fire : vmin, ONE OF MY ULT FAVS, rated T, 30k words, college au, drama actor v, dancer min, enemies to lovers, SO GOOD, laser tag.

summary:  Despite never seeing eye to eye on things, Taehyung and Jimin find that they have more in common than expected through a game of laser tag, a play and a dance competition.

At 4 O'clock, I'll Stay : vmin, footballer (soccer) v, bar owner min, enemies to lovers, a good fic, grumpy min, rated E, 35.8k words.

summary (part of it):  the one where Taehyung goes to Jimin's bar to talk bad about his latest soccer matches and Jimin waters down his drinks by "accident."

Happy Ending : namseok, implied OT7, massage au, rated M, smut, 2.3k words.

Rose Quartz and Pink Opal : such a good fic, i love this, if its down there im sorry just tell me in the comments, jikook, rated T, 21.4k words.

summary:  “Everyone is born with either 1 or 2 small powers. If 1, then your soulmate has the other. They will swap the first time you see each other, and you will obtain both when you fall in love. If born with 2, you have no soulmate.”

tell me how to make this better : hurt/comfort, angst, vmin, non au, such a good fic, go check it, summary’s too long, rated T, 44.6k words.

loverboy : vminkook, a masterpiece, manipulation, assasin au, powers au, rated M, 9.7k words.

summary:  this much jimin’s figured out: sometimes, somehow, his words make people fall in love with him.

Never Judge a Book by its Cover : jikook, rated M, library au, 25k words

summary: Thanks to Jungkook's idiot best friend, he drowned the books he borrowed from the library. Now, he has to work there to work off his debt. He doesn't really like the job but that one boy that always has his nose burried in his books makes his days much better.Or in which Jungkook meets bookworm Jimin and falls harder than he thought he would.

note: squeelll, I love this fic!

we've got chemistree : jikook, rated T, 19k words, fake dating au. (can’t put summary bc its too long)

note: I love love love it. do check it out.

The Pink Envelope : yoonmin, no ratings, 12k words, highschool au.

summary: to a prompt I received on tumblr "Oh shit, sorry I got the wrong locker" When Jimin is sending love letters to his crush via locker but fails because it is Yoongi's locker.au where 6 of them are highschool students (Jin has already graduated)... and Jungkook is also in highschool with the rest of them (please don't ask me why I just want him to be there hahahaha)

note: cute and fluffy.

Him : jikook, rated M, 35k words, college au, dancer!jimin au.

summary: 'And like the dawn, you woke the world inside of me You were the brightest shade of sun when I saw you' or “I mean a muse,” explained Yoongi, eyes traveling to Hoseok. “Someone that makes you feelthe shots. Not only take them.”Jeongguk snorted. “You’re just whipped.”“Maybe,” agreed Yoongi, winking. “But it works.”

note: touched my feels, lovely.

Nu ABO: A Memoir by Park Jimin : jikook, rated E, 34k words, non au, a/b/o au.

summary:  The world didn't think it was necessary to give him a guide when it shoved all of these omega hormones at him, so here it is, Park Jimin's handbook on dealing with heats, unrequited love, and Jeon Jungkook.

note: amazing! Omega jimin dont wanna be an omega, and tries really hard to be an alpha. easily one of my faves.

Blackjack : yoonseok, vmin, namjin, chat fic, game fic, slightly creepy but light hearted, happy ending, not your ordinary chat fic, LOVE this, puzzles, mystery, rated T, 78k words, summary too long.

Fake Sugar : jinkook, rated E, non-tropey sugar daddy au, competitive eater jin, rich jungkook, fake sugar daddy, 87k words.

summary: im sorry, its too long. but ill put part of it.

(Hedge Fund wunderkind and Certified Awkward Gay Jungkook needs a sugar baby to show off at work, and Professional Competitive Eater and Objectively Beautiful Human Jin just wants to stop working shitty side-jobs. Fake Sugar Daddy AU. A trope and a half.)

note: a rare pair fic. (that rhymes, lol) i love the author, i have read all of his fics, i think. 

Worldwide Lonesome : yoonjin, rated E, 39k words, non au.

summary:  After the BBMA, Yoongi starts bringing guys back to the house.

note: i honestly love this ship and fic, it talks a lot about how closeted jin is and this fic has a great characterization for jin.

 Pause, Rewind, Play: jikook, non au, rated G, 3k words.

summary:  Jimin doesn’t know why it starts. Maybe it’s the eightieth post he’s seen today about him being rejected by Jungkook. But whatever the reason, Jimin starts to not care anymore.

note: loovve it, short and really good.

The Boy in the Music Box : yoonmin, mystical au i guess?, college au, rated T, 52k words.

summary: Yoongi doesn’t really expect anything special when he finds an old music box in his grandmother’s attic and she tells him to keep it. Oh sure, he expects the music box to be a pretty decoration to add to the stale interior of his small apartment. He expects it to play a tune and he might even dare to expect the barely-functioning little ballerina to dance along to the soft chimes, but that's it, really.The last thing he expects is for the little ballerina to take human form at night and throw his life out of balance with radiant smiles, soft giggles, and a heart-wrenching story.

note: another author i absolutely love, this fic is amazing. its one of the only fluffy ones that has made me weep! do check it out

pick me up, buttercup : taekook, soulmate au, crack au, 9k words, rated G.

summary: AU where your soulmate's first words to you will be tattooed on your wrist when you meet. Which freakin sucks, because Jungkook's forearm will now forever read "Hey baby, if you were a booger, I'd pick you first."What the fuck, universe.

note: a very light fic, i love it so much. its really really good.

Cherry Tree : yoonmin, hanahaki au, angsty, rated T, 10k words.

summary: Yoongi always thought that Jimin looked like a cherry blossom, like Spring had manifested itself in the form of a human.Now he knows for sure.

note: really good, not a tragic ending i swear.

good game, well played : vmin, library au, college au, rated G, 23k words.

summary:  AN EXCERPT FROM PARK JIMIN'S PLANNER (ft. Jeon Jeongguk) -grammar reading :( -get pasta -buy the nice guy from the library ❤MY BIG GAY CRUSH❤ coffee

note: super good, college aus are one of my favs.

fairy brat : yoonmin, 3k words, rated T, supernatural au.

sumary: “I don’t know if you know but,” Namjoon says, “Hoseok’s roommate is a little… difficult. Yoongi hyung is a good guy, though, I promise.”“Anyone who lives with Hoseok hyung can’t be that bad,” Jimin says.Jimin could not be more wrong.

note: tsundere yoongi, really good!

The Perfect Japchae : yoonjin, 19k words, rated T, neighbours/college au.

summary:  In the eight months he’d lived here, neither of them had done more than nod in greeting when they passed in the hallway. Most of the time he just ignored Kim Seokjin and went about his own business while inwardly seething. A little voice deep down questioned why, exactly, he was so pissed all the time whenever he thought about his neighbour… but Min Yoongi really didn’t have an answer.

note: i love this pairing, such a good fic!!!

aye, love (you led me to a miracle) : yoonjin, rated T, 6k words, Cafe AU, tsundere yoongi.

summary: It’s six in the morning and all Yoongi wants is some fucking coffee.(Not to be, not to be assaulted with a possibly illegal stare and a smile that could probably bring dead flowers back to life, god dammit)

note: such an amount of fluff, i love it.

I need you boy (you're beautiful) : jikook, chat fic, rated T, 18k words.

summary: (part of it)

t h e d e s t r o y e r: jimin who is ur future husband

ChimChimz: ok so like

ChimChimz: here’s the thingy

00ngi: omfg you don't even know who he is

ChimChimz: uM

note: love it, really good.

to be with you : jikook, rated T, non au, 4k words.

summary: 5 times jungkook tries (and fails) to confess to jimin and the 1 time he succeeds.

note: really cute fic, but i think ill not put notes on all fics now, im getting fed up

A Wish Your Heart Makes : kook/everyone, polyyy, smut, another venturing into newer waters fic, rated E, 16.6k words.

summary: "This can't be the right translation," Taehyung says, before Jungkook can do something crazy like just ask to suck Jimin's dick. Taehyung has his phone out, and is frowning as he taps the screen. "But I looked it up on Naver, and there might be something called sex pollen? Sex pollen? Like, plants?"

gladly beyond : jikook, 21k words, rated M, enemies to lovers fic, sports fic.

summary: too long, but jimin sees the tattoo of his “enemy” at a strip club.

note: another trope i love :)

Riptide : jikook, i actually visited this 10 times?!?, rated M, non au, 62k words, rated M.

summary (part of it):  A three year story [2013-2016] of coming together, breaking apart, and putting each other back together again. Jeon Jungkook learns about change, growing up, and the hardships of falling in love with a friend.

note: really love it

Hey, Baby, I've Got My Ion You : jikook, chem au, bad puns, rated T, 4k words.

summary: 

everyone: fvck the maknae jimin: i'm trying - (aka: chem au where jeongguk jumps two grades and becomes jimin’s lab partner and maybe a little more than that.)

note: copper tellurium (loll)

honest you do : jikook, idol au, reality show au, 26k words, rated T.

summary: “Do you think you’ll be a good husband?” Jimin smiles. “I’ll really, really try.” 

Korea's darling, Park Jimin, gets married.

note: a great fic, honestly.

In the Line of Fire : jikook, are you even here?, if so ty, frat au, 11k words, rated E.

summary:  For some reason, Jimin was everyone's favorite target.

A truth universally aknowledged : yoonmin, college au, rated T, 6k words.

summary: "It is a truth universally aknowledged that Park Jimin has the most wanted ass out of the whole college."AKA 5 times that Jimin gets asked out and Min Yoongi butts in + 1 time where the tables are turned.

Unrequited : yoonjin, taejin, hanahaki au, rated T, 3k words, not a happy ending.

summary: The Hanahaki Disease is an illness born from one-sided love, where the patient throws up and coughs of flower petals when they suffer from one-sided love. The infection can be removed through surgery, but the feelings disappear along with the petals. It can be cured without side effects only when the feelings are returned. 

Seokjin starts coughing up crimson-red rose petals.

pulling shapes just for your eyes : taekook, reality show au, rated E, really good (i cant be bothered to make a note lol), 110k words, a lot of sex.

summary: The number one rule when you're a producer on a show like Miss Right, Taehyung thinks, should be do not fall for the bachelor. It's such a shame Taehyung has never been good at following rules.

ringa linga : fluff, yoonmin, one-shot, best man au, rated G, 3k words, crack.

summary: Best man Yoongi needs to pick up the rings for his best friends' wedding. The problem? The clerk won't hand them over.

Enter lifesaver and fake-fiancé, Jimin.

note: light-hearted, really fun.

Heart of War : namjin, 173k words, royalty au, really frickin good, ongoing, rated M.

summary: For the protection of his people, Prince Seokjin has to marry his fiancé’s killer: the alpha king of the most ruthless and feared kingdom in all the lands with a reputation of being a cold blooded monster on the battlefield.

Worst of all, the omega prince doesn't even speak their language.

my heart flutters from the sugar high : taegi, I LOVE THIS FIC IT’S SO GOOOD, <cough> 5.9k words, rated M, canon compliant, crack, every so slighty tropey, just a teeennyy bit, fake dating au.

summary:  Yoongi and Taehyung sneak around together, cheating on their diets. The group? They've drawn different conclusions.

Seeking Alpha : jikook, I love this author, 17k words, rated M, a/b/o fic, but not the wolfy (lol) kind, i guess you could say ‘in a modern setting’, cracky.

summary:  It was meant to be a “fuck you” to the dating world as Jimin knew it. He was done with dating, fed up with alphas, so he put a message out to the world to say so. How could he have guessed the sweetest alpha ever would respond to it just to prove him wrong?

The Jeon Pack : jikook, a/b/o dynamics, THE BEST abo fic you’ll ever read, 70k words, rated E, the wolfy kind (heh)

summary: Jungkook's pack had survived centuries in the cold unforgiving forest. They followed strict traditions and laws to ensure their survival against nature and rival packs. Soon the responsibility of leading the pack would fall on his shoulders but before assuming the position of head alpha, he needed to choose an omega mate.

The problem was that Jungkook was in love with an omega that hated his guts.

浮世 U K I Y O : yoonmin, i’m pretty sure you’ve read house of cards and songbird and the sea??, this one goes in the same category, a breed of those two classics, Mafia au, rated E, almost complete, 366.9k words, oh and btw if you haven’t the above two ill link them right below.

summary: “Is that what they say about me? I'm stuff of nightmares?” “You own a city and you painted it with your colors,” Jimin says, his voice is quiet and his scent subdued. “Why wouldn't people have nightmares about you? You are scary.” “Are you scared of me?”Yoongi owns a city that he painted red until a man that doesn't seem to truly exist steals something from him. And all the strings lead to Jimin, a succubus who works in one of his brothels.

House of Cards : the LEGENDARY fic, vminkook, gets you right in the feels, dont waste your time here go read it, 394k words, rated E, mafia au.

summary: Jungkook is the heir to a mob empire, the most notorious in the whole of Seoul. Taehyung is a rookie sent in to infiltrate by his select team and bring the empire crumbling down."You knew the game and played it, it kills to know that you have been defeated."

The Songbird and the Sea : AGGHHHH, THIS IS THE BEST FIC EVERRR, made me love pirates, yoonmin, just read it, 255k words, pirate au, rated M.

summary: (wayy too long, go read it!!!)

time slip : jikook, rated T, alternate canon, 29k words, time-related fic

summary:  Jimin wakes up in the year 2017, which is very strange, considering the fact that last he checked it was 2013.

note: a great canon fic

A Glass of Water : jikook, but namjoon pov, a fresh fic (others aint rotten mind you), 8k words, rated T, college au.

summary: Namjoon is maybe a little over protective of Jimin and takes it upon himself to find out the identity of his new boyfriend. The others are absolutely no help.

Or, Jungkook and Jimin are dating and everyone knows except Namjoon.

You Broke My Heart (but I broke it myself) : jikook (haven’t you gotten fed up yet XD), anggstty, 19k words, rated M, alternate au.

summary:  Jimin's fiancé has abandoned him on his wedding day, and Jeon Jungkook, Jimin's first love and worst heartbreak, is back.

You Don't Bring Me Flour : short jikook, fluff and crack, college au, rated G.

summary:  In order to graduate, Park Jimin must convince cute grocery cashier Jeon Jungkook that this sack of flour is his beloved child.

Shooting Stars and Silver Moons : vmin, rated E, 20k words, fake-dating jikook, college au, bff fic.

summary: Yoongi and Jimin make a bet, Taehyung makes bad decisions.

(Or: "I'm kind of pissed you didn't choose me to fake date, I'm your best friend")

blindside : namhope, namseok, blind date au, rated T, i love this fic so much, 12k words.

summary:  Hoseok finally somewhat has a date. A blind date, but a date nonetheless.

The Shaman and the Exorcist : namjin, spiritual au, ghost au, but not the scary kind, college au, cracky, rated M, 145k words, apparently i visited this fic 21 TIMES (gasspp), i LOOVEE this too

summary: (too long)

in your eyes (it's where i wanna be) : yoonmin, tooth rotting fluff, rated T, 5k words, college au.

summary: Jimin pauses with his marker inches away from the cup, because — is he really going to do this? Isn’t it a bit old-fashioned to write something flirty on a coffee cup? But no matter what his churning gut says about danger and what the hell are you doing do you want to die, this guy is — with no better way to put it — totally Jimin’s Type with a capital T.

(Or: Jimin accidentally starts a nickname war with the cute blonde who likes his coffee way too bitter.)

i'll stick to you like glue-cose : jikook, rated T, 7k words, enemies-to-lovers kinda, really good.

summary:  Jimin merely wanted to study in peace, yet a certain five-foot ten frat boy - unfortunately also a past hook up - that epitomizes the very definition of smugness in one entire body whose ego is as big and full-scaled as the national debt, won't let him.

you're only brave in the moonlight : smuutt, bff au, vmin, college au, rated E, 14k words.

summary: There are reasons, very specific reasons that justify why—in three years of being hopelessly pathetically in love with his best friend—Jimin has not said a single word. Certainly hasn’t made a single move or attempt at a pass.But when it comes down to it, three years is a long time. A very long time.So when Jimin’s dam breaks, it breaks hard.(Or, Jimin asks Taehyung for help with taking photographs.)

(it's a paradise) it's a war zone : jikook, vacation au, really cute, enemies to lovers, rated T, 7k words.

summary:  murphy's law states that "anything that can go wrong will go wrong." jimin could maybe make peace with that if it didn't mean sharing a room and a bed with jeon jeongguk, the thorn in his side, for the entirety of his vacation.

once upon a timeshare : jikook, ex fic, rom com style, cute AF, 32k words, rated E.

summary:  Jungkook is in desperate need of a vacation, but spending two weeks in Namjoon and Hoseok’s timeshare in Okinawa with his recently separated ex of three years was probably (definitely) not what he had in mind.

Tie Me Down : taegi, lovvveee this fic, really fun, has drama elements to it, rated M, college au, 24k words.

summary: “I’ve just woken up with a fucking splitting headache, to find myself fucking taped to an office chair in a fucking living room that smells like unwashed socks and takeaway food. How am I? How do you think I fucking am?” “Wow. That’s a lot of f-bombs you’re dropping. Did anyone tell you that you need a healthy dose of positivity?” 

In which Yoongi’s life is a parody of Taken and Taehyung is just trying his goddamn hardest not to get arrested.

a sugar coated pill and a pick me up : soccer dad fic!!! namjin, kids taekook, rated T, really good, rated T, 25k words.

summary (only a part):  namjin are soccer dads who fall in luv

shōnen-ai love you : one of the most fun and cute (read: fluff) fics, vmin, rated T, manga fic, high school fic, 4k words.

summary: "What if I woo him with what he likes?" Jungkook frowns. "Knowing you, it's going to be a disaster." "I'm in pursuit of Park Jimin," Taehyung tells them dramatically, just as the bell rings and the teacher starts writing the first question on the board. "I'll do anything."

Doing anything means, apparently, studying BL manga.

My Cup of Tea : cute and short, minjoon, 6k words, high school fic, milk tea (lol) fic.

summary: One of Taehyung's many admirers tries to woo him by bringing him milk tea every day but Taehyung is lactose intolerant so it's always Jimin who drinks it.

From a distance away, the admirer watches.

Pastel : POLLYY, not really my cup of tea but i wanted to explore you know, jungkook/everyone, i liked it kinda, bdsm, baby kook, daddy kink, rated E, 188k words, bottom jk.

summary: Jeongguk learns the age-old lesson that you can't run from who you are, or who you like, for that matter.

There are a LOT of fics left, I’ll slow update.

[jjkfire]

Sorry this is random, but I admire your fics so I'm gonna ask for help oaufuwi I'm not new to tumblr but I am when it comes to fics so I made a bts fic blog. Any advice on how / when you post? I dont have followers yet so I'm afraid if I post my fics they will just kinda whittle away before anyone can even give them a chance lol howd it work out for you?

i think the best thing to do is to join a network! @bangtan-bookclub recently opened their apps but i think that’s closed now. anyway, networks are a great way to get your work out there and to meet other writers too through group chats that these networks usually have. you can check my navi to see the networks im a part of and you can check out other writers’ network page or wtv to see ones that they are a part of.

next, tag your fics! use popular tags like bts fanfics and bts scenarios so your work can be seen by those who go through the tags to find fics. other appropriate tags are bts smut and like the member’s name followed by the genre e.g: namjoon fluff, hoseok angst. btw only the first 5 tags work apparently so yeah! 

also i dont know if this is still a thing or if it was an urban legend hahaha but i rmb you had to follow a few blogs and like/rb at least 200 posts to be able to appear in search results. you can try posting a test post and tagging it with the tags above and see if they appear in the ‘recent' section of the results. they used to have that restriction bc they didn’t want newly created spam blogs to be able to take over the results section of the tags... but i’m not sure about now haha

this is more of a personal choice but when i wade through the tags, i’m more likely to click on a fic that has a nice format y’know? like which member it’s about, the AU, length of the fic, a short summary, genre. a lot of writers like to use a gif/header when they post their fics too! but ya i guess i’m drawn in by that and im more likely to read it if you catch my attention w all of that.

also i usually post around 8.30 pm CST... why? i’m not sure hahah it’s just the time i’ve picked for no apparent reason. I usually post around then and then go to bed soon after lmao. but ya, post on a weekend too bc you know more ppl are on tumblr during the weekend. i guess? im not sure if all of this is even real hahaha but it’s just my routine.

tbh the first time i posted a fic it wasnt even on this account and like i got 30 notes and was very happy hahaha but also i was lucky bc i didn’t know how tags worked and i used a network tag and they reblogged my work lol. the owner of the network was really nice and asked me to join and it was great! so ya i like networks! i think they’re fun! bc you get to discover other people’s work through them as well.

but!!! here’s the biggest piece of advice i can give!

write for you. write about things you’re interested in! notes are really dumb and are not a reflection of how good/bad you are. getting noticed or wtv is mostly to do with luck. just keep writing and keep doing you. there will be like-minded people who appreciate your stories that are bound to come across your story some day. writing on tumblr should be fun and not about all of this other stuff but ya i get it... it’s nice to know someone out there enjoys what you write!

anyway, best of luck my sweet bb and i hope everything goes well!

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Responses to {Part 29} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU Asks~

Please ‘Keep Reading’ to find my response to your ask ^^ As always, I have copied and pasted all asks into this post in regards to last night’s chapter to avoid clogging up people’s dashboards and to avoid spoilers for those who may still wish to read the chapter. Thank you ^^

(I have also included asks that I received before this IWSY chapter was posted ^^)

@jungshaking said: I was so hyped during work yesterday. I thought "oh yes a new chapter tonight" MULTIPLE times, but I had to remind myself each time that it was Monday 😩😭 (cont.) tbh I'm so scared that the upcoming IWSY chapter will be the last now that Yoongi is gone

Haha you poor thing! It’s coming soon so no need to wait any longer! And don’t worry, it’s not the last chapter ^^ :3

Anonymous said: WAIT HOLY SHIT IT'S TUESDAY ALREADY??????OMGGGKJSJGJGSK

IKR THIS WEEK PASSED TOO QUICKLY

Anonymous said: IT'S TUESDAY I'M EXCITED

I’m excited and nervous :(

@killingalltheflowers said: I kinda... just tried Merlot wine because of IWSY xD

Ooooh what did you think of it?

Anonymous said: I really think "I was here" by beyonce suits IWSY's last chapter

Yesssssssssss! You’re right!

Anonymous said: Not sure why but I imagined the Sine Nomine to look like a titan with grey hair (from aot)

You can imagine them to look like however you please!! I encourage that wholeheartedly heh ^^

Anonymous said: I am reaaaaady come and snatch my wig oh Saraaaa Take my heaaaaart take it all  *kiss yr cute ass cheeks* --wifey anon 🐇

I hope it won’t disappoint you ^^ and yes pls give me all the kissies and cuddles~~

Anonymous said: Heheheheh it is tuesday ...... 😏😏😏

Indeed it is *wiggles brows*

@jynxy24 said: IWSY IS COMING AND IF YOU'LL PLEASE SPARE MY HEARTEU. I HAVE EXAMS AND I WANT TO PASS BEFORE I DIE. I love you, Sara!! (I'm hoping for a great chapter kukuku :3)

I hope it will spare your heart! And don’t worry my love I’m sure you will do amazingly in your exams ^^ I really hope you will think the chapter is great, I tried very hard :)

@clara-licht said: So in the end, I didn't get the univ invitation and I also didn't get the Wings Tour ticket even after waiting in the venue for hours, so I felt really shitty even until now. (I still can't listen to 2!3! or I'll break down in tears) But still, I look forward to Wednesdays because IWSY can always get my mind off these problems even if only for a while. How many more chapters do you reckon it will be? I, for one, don't want it to end but all good things will come to an end after all :')

Awh babe I’m so so sorry to hear that :/ that really sucks but don’t worry, BTS will definitely be coming back to where you live in the future and you can have another chance to see them okay? Same with the University, are you able to apply for another one? Did you get any more offers? I’m glad that IWSY can make you a little happy ^^ And I’ not 100% sure, but I suspect that next week might be the last chapter, I haven’t fully decided yet! But the final chapter will have ‘Final Chapter’ written in the title :D

@nora2bts said: Hiii! I'm sorry I don't want to be annoying or anything but I binge read "IWSU" and I reallyyyyyyy loved it a lot! I was just wondering if u were gonna post part 29 today, since I can't wait, I've been waiting for what seems an eternity! 😂😂😂 I just wanted to let u know that I really enjoyed your stories, thank you 😊 ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

You’re not annoying love! I do write at the top of every chapter that IWSY is posted every Tuesday evening between 9-10pm UK time and I have always stayed true to that so fear not! Thank you so much for enjoying the story my love, you’re so welcome ^^

@clara-licht said: I was listening to Spring Day when I read chapter 29 and for the first time since WT in Jakarta I can listen to the song and sing it happily instead of feeling hurt and upset, because I was so excited throughout the chapter! So thank you for that :) I can't stop smiling, gosh! I really, REALLY want to know how Jiminnie is faring. And I think I fell for Namjoon. That sweet, sweet boy 😍 Oh btw, how old are they all by now? Including Namjoon, Yoongi (had he been alive), Jin, and Hobi?

AwwwwHHHH YES! I’m glad it holds no bad memories for you now my love ^^ Thank you for reading the chapter dear :D And as for their ages, I did specify Yoongi’s was older than Taehyung in a precious chapter (I just can’t remember which chapter, sorry!) and Namjoon is University/college age so somewhere between 18-25 (I decided not to give a specific age). Unfortunately, I never specified Hoseok and Seokjin’s ages in the story but they would have been University age too :D

Anonymous said: “Not only his sun his moon and all his stars" I SEE WHAT YOU DID THERE

WHAT DID I DO

@semisweetsuga said: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HELLO MY SWEET BABYBOY PUMPKIN SPICE CHAI LATTE WHOM I LOVE VERY MUCH

@mocking-butts said: OH MY GOD IM A SOBBING MESS BECAUSE THIS STORY IS THE BEST THING EVER I CANT WITH LIFE.PLEASE BE NEXT WEEK ALREADY

I’M SO GLAD YOU LIKED IT THANK YOU BABY c:

@shineeshawol204 said: AHHHHHHHHHHHH (cont.) I retract my former statement of you being a BiTcH because mmm i is happy now :) much content, very pleased

YAY I’M NO LONGER THE BITCH, I CAN DIE IN PEACE c: hehe ^^ thank you doll!

@killingalltheflowers said: This. This was the cutest and most heartwarming chapter ending ever. I'm so happy I'm able to go to bed calmly and happily and fluffily for once after reading IWSY xD

It was so heartwarming I felt all floofy when I was writing a lot of it :3 I hope you have a great sleep and have nice fluffy dreams of Kookie! :3

Anonymous said: OK HOLD ON SO CHAPTER 29 WAS AMAZING and then I was just reading your responses to the questions abt chap 28 and then I saw "Don’t threaten me with a good time" and then I was all like waIT A SEC DO U LISTEN TO PANIC! LIKE ALTHOUGH IM NOT A HUGE FAN THE SONGS ARE AMAZING ٩( ᐛ )و

LISTEN I WAS AND STILL AM TRASH FOR PANIC! - AS WELL AS FALL OUT BOY AND MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE I was the definition of a myspace scene queen in my early teens but I listened to an eclectic mix of music - not just those types of bands hehe :3

@animeimmortal said: YAH. DONT LEAVE ME ON THAT 'WILL YOU MARRY ME' SHIT. GAH!. im sorry i love you ❤ buT LIKE BRUHHH i want MOrE ❤❤❤

Listen - I will always leave you hanging c: hehe I love you too! Thank you for reading the chapter as always beautiful ^^

Anonymous said: Babe, the 29th part of IWSY was absolutely amazing ;-; but i feel that the end is nearing.. I loved IWSY so much it brought me to tears and it hurts to think that so beautiful a thing would actually be coming to an end.. Your writing skills are on fleek and the story is well woven.. Thank you so much for such an incredible experience ~ ❤😭😘

The end is definitely nearing, sadly enough :c IWSY has become a real world to me for the past almost 30 weeks of my life! lol :3 I suspect that next week will be the final chapter, but I don’t know for 100% so don’t quote me on that ;D Your words about me are beautiful and I don’t deserve them, but thank you so much my love ^^

Anonymous said: Happy happy joy joy happy happy joy joy!! I'm really excited about how IWSY will end! I hope it ends happily!

Sunshine, lollipops and rainbows for everyone yay!!

@deangetoutofmyspleen said: tUESDAY BRO IT IS TUESDAY AND IM SCREAMING AND CRYING A LIL THIS CHAPTER WAS PURE FLUFF I LOVE LIFE I LOVE LIVING I LOVE EVERYTHING MY HEART IS SO HAPPY

IT WAS PURE FLUFF IT MADE ME SO HAPPY NOT TO HAVE TO ALMOST KILL SOMEONE OFF OR WRITE ABOUT DEATH FOR THE LAST PART OF THE CHAPTER LOL~ thank you so much cutiepie :D

Anonymous said: aaWWWWWWEEHHHH i knew this was coming >////< !! i was so glad for Y/N and Kookie until "wait.. whY IS SHE HAVING A CHILD WHEN THEY AREN'T MARRIED" xD. Keep up the good work Sara!! -holoAnon

Hahaha don’t worry it was just a little accident! Even if Jungkook were to never marry Y/N, I’m sure their relationship would still be a solid, loving and caring one ^^ for all three of them! :D thank you so much holoAnon! :D

Anonymous said: I'm so happy that Joonie is finally at peace with the notion of being a vampire, and the way Y/N told Tae about how Yoongi was happy in his own little world with Tae and their parents was so incredibly heartwarming and what made it even better was what that meant to Tae, and I just ugh. This chapter made me soft. Like Yoongi's gummy smile soft. Thank you for always writing such amazing stories.

Yes - I was excited to reveal why Namjoon was the way he was, so that everyone could understand him better. I felt that this chapter was the best time to do that as the other chapters before the ball kind of painted him in a negative light. But he always had a heart full of gold c: YOONGI’S GUMMY SMILE IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL THING EVER HE SHOULD ALWAYS SMILE LIKE THAT :D hehe~ aww thank you so much and you’re welcome for the story dear ^^

@kookietaejimin said: hi!!! do you know how long iwsy is going to be?

Next week MIGHT be the last chapter but I don’t know yet - sorry! ^^

@the-golden-jhope said: OH MY GOD MY HEART HURTS THIS IS SO CUTE I ALMOST CRIED JUNGKOOK IS LITERALLY THE SWEETEST MAN ON EARTH

HE IS SO SWEET WE ALL DESERVE VAMPIRE PRINCES CALLED JUNGKOOK I

@mysr3 said: "Will you Marry me?"u warm n tortured my heart at the same time for this cliff hanging 😍does this mean IWSY almost over?😖Saraaa how can u managed to b more awesome n amazing than u already r hmm?😘this Ch is so touching! Luv how u mentioned Yoongi~just so sweet n meaningful gosh😍hv to find Prince Jungkook for me asap. The whole thing is well laid out, characters interaction, decisions n everything is on point since the beginning of this series. U genius Girl!Thank you so much! I love U❤️❤️❤️ (cont.) Sry ps Namjoon is such moral character n Y/N's new demeanor is goddess. Am I smelling smut coming next wk hehehe🤔😝

Warming and torturing is something I love doing :D hehe~ IWSY is almost over, yes :( But fear not! I plan on doing a spin off for Tae and Jimin in the future (maybe like 2-3 chapters) on how their relationship formed way before Y/N met Jungkook :D For those of you who love Vampire VMIN! ^^ Thank you for loving the layout and the plot - you warmed my heart in return :D I love you too and thank you so much my dear!! ;3

@adhewitt said: YAY MARRIAGE

YAY WEDDING BELLS

Anonymous said: Gaaaahhh!!! I was waiting for this 😭 I'm crying, will this be a happy ending already? -anonph13

Thank you for waiting for it my love! :3 and a happy ending certainly looks likely, doesn’t it? ^^ hehe :3 Thank you for reading!

@noceurash said: I LOVE YOU!! [sweet chapters like this make my heart so happy hghg] i hope you have a fantastic day tomorrow and i love you!!! ~~~ your writing continues to be so great and i love it. <3

I LOVE YOU TOO!! Awww I’m so happy that it make your heart happy! You’re so cute you literally said i love you twice i swear to god I live for pure lil beans like you :3 I hope you’ll have a fantastic day too!! :3

@jynxy24 said: The ending made me cry god!!!!

Awwwww I hope they were tears of happiness!!

Anonymous said: Wow. This last IWSY update was so pure and beautiful. I love it.

Thank you so much my love :3 I’m really happy that you liked it!~

@koreaisanaddiction said: great chapter. one of my theories were correct. the one about namjoon. but the one about the baby was wrong. i realized i thought about it in the eyes of human logic not vampiric. oh well better luck next time for me i guess.

Thank you for thinking it was great! And yay! one out of two isn’t bad at all heh ^^ Don’t worry dear, I’m still really happy you enjoyed it :)

Anonymous said: Is it bad that I'm actually really completely genuinely satisfied with the ending of chapter 29 of ISWY? and that it would be completely fine if you just stopped the series right there? I dunno, but the way you wrote this chapter, it doesn't make me feel the need to question anything. Sara, you ended it perfectly and now, you're turning me from a loyal maknae-line stan to a namjoon stan. That.... not many people can do. *applauds* Anyways, I love you, take care, and keep writing! <3 - army anon

Awwwww that’s so freaking sweet I CAN’T guh ~~~ I’m legit crying at your message right now, seriously :( haha OKAY I’m good~ lol Well it looks like right now there will be one more chapter to go, but I’m not completely sure or decided yet. There’s still one or two things I’d like to include to wrap things up once and for all :3 AND OMG NAMJOON SNATCHED YOU?! Uh oh..makenae line is gonna have to step up their game if they want you back :3 I love you too and thank you so much for being so kind to me always, you have no idea how happy and cheerful it makes me :)

@min-ty said: SARA OMG THE CHAPTER WAS SO GOOD I say this every week but I find it absolutely necessary that I do BUT SHOOK THANK YOU FOR BRINGING THIS STORY INTO MY LIFE

Hahahah it’s okay I will still appreciate it 100% no matter how many times you might say it! Seriously :) THANK YOU FOR READING MY STORY because it makes me so incredibly happy :) Thank you thank you thank you ^^

@ananyak26 said: OMG OMGOMG! Part 29 !!!! Yea the last line was soooo adorable!I'm fangirling right nowxD.(Obviously the chapter was good too but the last line oh god!) Great jooobbb!!

Ahhhh yes the last line! Wedding bells!! :3 hehe thank you my lovely, I’m so glad you enjoyed the chapter :3

Anonymous said: u don't know how excited i am when it comes to tuesday!!! i'm so in love w ur iwsy series that i almost literally ran home today to read chapter 29!!!! i really love your readings and please don'r ever stop writing 😢😢💜

I’m so happy that you get excited when Tuesdays come! You’re so cute hehe :D Thank you so much and don’t worry, I won’t ever stop writing! ^^

Anonymous said: IWSY lmao idek what to say anymore it's been like 6 months HAHA I've been reading since the first chapter rolled out its like watching my kid grow up HAHA thank you for writing such a good series have a good week ! -eggyook (cont.) --eggyook  Forgot to say, good luck for your exams !! You can do it :)))

Ahhh thank you for sticking with the story for such a long time! And yeah I feel you, I feel like IWSY has been a huge part of my life and the world has come alive for me this entire time xD Like I’ve kind of been living there in my mind hehe^^ Thank you so much my love and I’ll try my best of my exams! I hope you have a good week too :D

@lostheretics said: petition to make a better life for namjun pls sign it for him he's just a sMol bEan istg T_T it's aLMOST ENDING!!!!   or is it not............*dead af*

Awwwwh don’t worry he’ll have a good like with Y/N and the Jeon’s! And yes, it’s absolutely almost ending :(

Anonymous said: Another great chapter of IWSY but why do I feel like it is coming to an end 😢😢😢

Thank you my love! And yes you’re right - it’s coming to an end :( 30 weeks is a looooong time!

Anonymous said: ahhh bittersweet feeling about I won't stop you like everything is fine now yay and can't wait for the baby but it's gonna end soon I'm so sad

Yes I feel the same way to be honest! IWSY feels like my baby and it’s all grown up now haha c:

Anonymous said: is it just me or is part 29 shorter ??? oh my gosh I can't get enough of it T.T I honestly think after the end of the series you should gather all the chapters and make it into a story book. it's way too good!! -bunnykookie96

Hiya love! Hmmm well it’s the same length as any other chapter really :3 Possibly because it’s just drawing to an end that one might feel like it’s shorter :(  I actually would really love to do that but I have no idea how lol :c Anyway, thank you so much for reading the new chapter my deary!! :3

Anonymous said: I have trust issues because of u its just too fluffy 🤔 Also do you have back dimples ?  And last but not least I can smell a smut coming soon :))) --wifey anon 🐇

I guess I’ll just have to prove you wrong! :3 And yes - I do have back dimples - fun fact, they are referred to as “Dimples of Venus” heh c: I put it in because, well, I just wanted to ;D thank you so much my love and I hope you have a good day/night! :3

Anonymous said: SARA IS IT JUST ME OR YOURE QUOTING PRINCESS DIARIESNSJSJSKSJSNS

I have no idea what a princess diaries is o.o Sorry! :(

[onlylovekpop]

I’m Back!

Hello, everyone. Sorry I’ve been MIA for a little while. The past few weeks have been a little hectic for me. I’m closing drabble requests now and have received lots of good ideas. Thank you to all of those who submitted! Also, two of the requests have turned into oneshots (this is a rare thing, but sometimes I get carried away and it happens lol.) The oneshots will be a pirate!au with some smut for Jimin and a dance camp smut with Yugyeom. I’m also finishing up my first Jungkook smut oneshot that I started working on ages ago and involves Netflix and chill. Hehe. Hope you’re all doing well and please look forward to the upcoming drabbles and oneshots! :)

(replies below the cut beware im drinking vodka while i answer to make my responses more interesting hehe (actually im getting as drunk as i can to deal with my vengeful uterus which is very unhappy i have not conceived any spawn this month and is giving me cramps from hell) you may notice my spelling grammar and punctuation get worse as you read please dont hold it against me)

anonymous asked: Hi Leigh we haven't heard of you since you mentioned having knee surgery the next day and I had this really bad feeling I hope you are ok? For some reason I am genuinely concerned and I don't know why so I hope everything went well??

Yes, all is well! I healed in pretty good time and am already out and about again. It’s a surgery I’ve had before so I knew what to expect and nothing out of the ordinary happened. Thank you for checking on me. Sorry if I made you worry :)

omg-mystarx-neoctech asked: Hell YES JOOHEON.

I SAY THIS ON A DAILY BASIS!

anonymous asked: Can I just say I fucking love the layout and look of your blog. Also I just read one of your smuts and holy shit im deceased.

Thank you! I’ve been revamping some of the pages but I only have a few of them done, so a few things may be blank at the moment. I changed it so fics are listed by member instead of type I hope that’s better but if anyone has opinions on the layout please let me know :)

anonymous asked: OKAY BUT THAT JOOHEON SMUT WAS FUCKING DELICIOUSLY SINFUL. I'M HAVING HEART PROBLEMS.

Jooheon himself is deliciously sinful tbh. I have heart palpitations every time I see a pic of him wearing tight pants. Or just pants in general. i aint never seen such pretty thighs before

neon-flamingos asked: I read Rhythm and omg i criedddddd it was so good i just can imagine Jooheon saying all those dirty thingssss my vayjayjay cries

look i recently saw that vid of him speaking english and his accent is so good which means i can totally hear him in my head saying all them naughty english things this is not good what have i done my lady parts also cry HELP

anonymous asked: Everyone is talking about the Jooheon smut and I'm here still crying because of how hard Chained up hit me

oh god that was not my best work but im glad you enjoyed it the thing never got edited i hope its not a hot mess haha sorry markiepooh but it still got the job done i think hehehe

anonymous asked: A part of me regrets reading Underworld AF....but it was such a good read too... that last chapter HURT but it was a good hurt

oh no dont regret reading it! that makes me sad! its a long ass fic i dont want you to get to the end of it and think holy shit i wasted so much time reading that horror flick i tried to bring it full circle in the end im glad you thought it was a good read i panicked for a second haha

honeyheonie asked: HOLY FUCK!!!! I have sinned. 'Rythm' was 👌👌👌👌👌

me too darling ;) thank ya

anonymous asked: Do you have a quote or prompt list we could use? :)

i do not. i leave it up to you guys that way you have lots to choose from

topaz-and-turquoise asked: For some reason, I only just got to binge-read the last 3 chapters of Underworld. Leigh. LEIGH. YOU ARE THE QUEEN OF BTS-GOT7 CROSSOVERS. YOU ARE THE QUEEN OF CROSSOVERS. THE QUEEN OF ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE AU'S. OF ALL AU'S. YOU ARE THE BEST AT WRITING TENSION AND HEART-WRENCHING SCENES AND THE COMPLEXITY OF PEOPLE AND JUST HOLY FRICK YOU'RE AMAZING. THANK YOU FOR THIS. I KNOW YOU ALREADY KNOW BUT THIS IS MY FAVOURITE KPOP FANFIC OF ALL TIME. I'M SAD IT'S OVER BUT I'M SO SATISFIED. YOU ARE THE BEST.

she calls ME QUEEN! thank you thank you I SQUEAL A LOT AT THIS im actually sad its over too. but im content with it. I HOPE IT IS FOREVER YOUR FAVE you stuck with me through the whole thing thank you i love you

statetheobvious04 asked: I've long been a follower for your underworld series and Jesus christ it's one of the best series of read ever. The storyline was so gripping and full of love and loss that by the time I finished the last chapter my chest was heavy and I nearly cried. Idk how you did it but I feel like I've personally lived through minas insane and perilous journey and felt every single emotion as if it were my own. It's een a while since I've read the earlier chapters but I feel like if I do il start 1/2 2/2 sobbing. You are such an amazing and talented writer that this story deserves to be developed into a book or movie but eve then those may not do it justice. But honestly, thank you so much for sharing and writing. And I’m so happy mina finally got the life she deserves and that everyone else managed to find peace in Iceland 💜💜💜💜

THIS MAKES ME HAPPPY YOU DONT UNDERSTAND HOW CAN I DESCRIBE MY JOY AT THIS MESSAGE you make me cry thank you for loving mina and thank you for supporting the story and thank you for telling me how it felt to read it i love you <3

anonymous asked: hi leigh! I have a question. I hope it doesn't come across the wrong way, I'm just curious! May I ask why you're not taking exo requests?

you’re good honey :) honestly im just not in an exo mood at the moment. i still write for them i still even have a baekhyun oneshot in my drafts idk im just not feeling like writing for them for drabbles at the moment if that makes sense

anonymous asked: Do you still open the drabble request?

they are closed now.

anonymous asked: I'm a Yoongi at heart but your story Underworld made my heart 'boom boom'. Seriously this is the best mafia /zombie apocalypse AU I have ever read and I read a lot of fan fiction. Keep up the good work. PS: Some drabbles based on Underworld wouldn't hurt. PSS: If you don't understand the heart boom boom reference , go see the latest Buzzfeed interview of BTS.

i can’t help but only hear got7′s boom boom boom though haha im down for underworld drabbles i think i mentioned before that any gang!au drabbles i do will be in the underworld universe before the zombie outbreak so far i only have the one for bambam i would link it but im too tipsy for something that level right now sorry :D

anonymous asked: I fucking love your angst writings, they get me emotional aha

thank you i love angst i like toying with emotions ehehe

anonymous asked: Underworld is amazing!!! One of the best stories I've read, even though it has me crying from Paris all the way to the end.😭😭😭😭 You done good. 😁

we dont talk about paris haha jk that one hurt too much thank you darling that its one of the best you’ve read means the world to me :)

anonymous asked: How can you write like thattttt!!!! I adore you. I'll always be your follower 💖

AND IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOUUUUUUUUUUUUU and i’ll always be here! i promise <3

anonymous asked: Who is that in your header gif?

It’s Suga :)

thewriterpixie asked: *squeals* I just finished reading the Suga father/daughter date drabble! It made my day!

Thank you! I love that one so much :)

anonymous asked:  Okay I was reading Wake Up and Play with Me and for some reason it reminded me of their song Paradise?¿¿ Now whenever I hear it I'm gonna associate it with this smut xD

Ooh i like the sound of that! i really love Paradise but I think Sign is my favorite on the album but how do you get your question marks upside down i thought the room was spinning for a second i kid you not lol

anonymous asked: Your Jooheon smut got me looking at Jooheony at a different way now 😏 thank you for writing such a quality one shot! You're one of the best of the best!

YAS come to the jooheon side we have thick thighs and adorable dimples you will not regret this ;)

taecmekai asked: hope you are ok and recovering well from your knee surgery :)

i’m okay! gained a few pounds from being stuck on the couch for a few days but idgaf hehe ;) i’ll get back to yoga when i feel like it

coppertopging asked: I just finished Underworld. holy crap the emotional coaster you took me on! I read the last 7 chaps today & i couldn't stop crying. I didn't when Jae died, but his 'funeral' got me with the reactions from everyone. & then Hobi?! That was the most painful. I had to stop & pull myself together. Yoongi made me laugh a little with his delivery. My favorite part of the ending was the Jk/Yugy part. The only thing I felt was missing was more detail into Namjoon & Jin. But this story was amazing!!!

yeah hoseok was the hardest for me too. i wanted to keep anything namjin related kinda vague and open to the reader’s interpretation that’s why there wasn’t much material there but im very glad you enjoyed the story thank you :)

anonymous asked: holy fucking shit. it's 4am and i just finished reading Underworld and i'm crying so hard there's so many emotions i'm feeling. thank you so much for that masterpiece. it's the first work of yours i've read and omfg you're talented as fuck. i'm actually a bit speechless still tbh it's only fully processing to me ...hobi... he's not even my bias but i'm crying so hard i need help wow SO MUCH LOVE FOR U AND UR WRITING THO

omg i cant believe you stayed up that late to read it i wish i could do that but in my old age i dont bounce back that well anymore (i just turned 27 and am very upset about it) anyway THANK YOU this makes me very happy

danphilandstuff asked: OH MY FUCKING GOD RHYTHM WAS SO FUCKING GOOD THANK YOU SO MUCH ITS ACTUALLY HOW I IMAGINED HIM TO BE IT FELT SO REAL IT WAS ACTUALLY THE BEST FANFIC IVE EVER READ IM CURRENTLY READING YOUR MASTER LIST. you're actually such an amazing writer thank you so much (Could I request more Jooheon fics? ((If you want and have time)) )

i will never stop writing jooheon fics. you have nothing to worry about there haha. WHAT DO YOU MEAN ITS THE BEST FANFIC YOUVE READ IT WAS SUCH A RAUNCHY SEX FEST I SHOULD BE ASHAMED lol just kidding no but in all seriousness THANK YOU I LOVE YOU IM GLAD YOU LOVED IT I HOPE YOU KEEP COMING BACK FOR MORE MUHAHA

anonymous asked: (1/3) Hey lovely! I came across your blog today after reading your monsta x all in one shot and i just wanted to say thank you for writing something so incredible! it had me gripped from start to finish and it was honestly one of the most (2/3) well-written pieces ive ever read, I would love to be able to write at your standard one day. I cant express how grateful i am, it put me through so many emotions and i actually had tears in my eyes at one point! So yeah, apologies for this (3/3) being so long but i just wanted to express my gratitude and say that you are an amazing writer :) x

oh my goodness this was ridiculously lovely. i am very proud of All In and how it turned out. i hope to finish the sequel soon. i keep getting writers block on it and i dont know why but anyway. thank you for sending me this and im thrilled that i could write something you enjoy very much. you are too kind thank you <3

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Hogwarts Students!BTS

Admin River speaks: ok i’ve had this idea for sO long and I’ve been rereading the series again for the 5th time rip me. but yeah just these are my opinions pls dont attack me ddjjfjfjs. Also I made this a while ago and recently Namjoon wrote where the members would be, I know, I know. So without further ado, enjoyyyy 

Tae

• the cute Gryffindor who always seems to smile • messy hair • and robes • his shirt is usually unbuttoned a few buttons • loose tie • his wand behind his left ear • chaser !!! • usually gets out of trouble because none of the teachers seem to be able to r e s i s t his s m i l e • headmaster/mistress probably has a soft spot for him • probably has rlly good grades, like all O’s maybe a few E’s • “but, professor” • can be restless and talkative in class • is probably rlly into care of magical creatures • Hagrid would absolutely a d o r e him • just so full of life • in the choir bc yes boi • h o g s m e a d e especially when its s n o w i n g

• most likely part veela

• like have you s e e n him

• beauty right there • is able to smuggle in firewhiskey

• laughs when the other students cant drink it and make a face

• laughs even more when they watch in horror as he downs a cup

• “the hell, tae ???”

• j o k e s h o p

• loves the Weasley’s joke shop

• talks to the ghosts and portraits a lot

• has probs accidently charmed a couple ladies in the portraits

• which comes in handy when he finds out all these secret passages

• loves flower crowns and loves making them during the spring

• “here yoongi i made u one”

• “..... I'm more concerned as how u knew thats my favorite flower.”

• “that’s your favorite flower?”

• “.... forget i said anything.”

• k just imagine after a game he flies down from his broom with a huge grin and pushes he goggles up and so his hair is all wild and even more messy

• n he brings every1 in a group hug and cheers “we won, we won !!!”

• even if they dont win be celebrates with the other team

•...somtimes.. be gets pouty tho

• “we literally could have won that was a foul :(“

Jin • cute Hufflepuff • always so full of advice

• if u want u could set up a lil date with him at hogsmeade to just talk about your problems and sip a warm drink • so s o motherly • sometimes he has a loose tie and disheveled hair • he has rlly nice skin and the other students are like ??? tell me ur secrets ??? • hufflepuff’s dorms are by the kitchens so he probably made friends with the elves working there • can probably walk in and out whenever he wants • the few times he walks in late to class he probably has a few crumbs on his mouth or robes or maybe like some sugar or flour and its so e n d e a r i n g • such a good student • pays so much attention in class • sometimes wears those glasses, you know which ones • the girls probably all like him • and a few boys too hehe coughsnamjooncoughs • probably likes charms and maybe divination • he probably also likes herbology • also is probably in the choir because i mean have you h e a r d h i m • loves going to Hogsmeade • probably is pretty good friends with Madame Rosmerta • exchanges recipes with her • he seems so sophisticated and people probs look up to him a lot • p r e f e c t • h e a d  b o y

• tells so many jokes to first years

• windshield laugh

• u would think the first years would be scared but no???

• they end being less nervous and smile and giggle with him

• even jin gets slightly surprised

• they end up getting close with him and almost like his own kids

• “but jiiiiiiiiinnn”

• “fine :/”

• ok but he stops so many fights n things from escalating too quickly

• both in the dorms and in bts

• even a couple teacher drama incidents

• professors lowkey want him to stay n teach there

• gets so worried??? About people ???

• he has a nervous tick where he keeps rubbing his hands as if he's putting on lotion

• but if he's rlly worried he's absolutely still and that's probs when u should be worried too Yoongi • ok he was rlly hard • like i wanted to say slytherin but idk i felt like i was stereotyping a bit by looks • i wanted to say ravenclaw but like idk man • i think I’m settling for g r y f f i n d o r • he’s rlly brave, man, like he went through so m u c h and he is so strong and f i g h t s back yanno • some ppl probably can't understand why he’s a gryffindor and he wants to keep it like that lol • he’s never seen doing his hw most of the time but gets ??? Perfect scores??? • he unbuttons one button on his shirt because its t o o t i g h t dammit i cant breathe • also slightly loose tie • defense against the dark arts all the way bro • a knack for transfiguration but gets so flustered when the professor compliments him which means red cheeks and wide eyes for days • hypes up quidditch so m u c h • like if its rlly cold and its raining he’d be like ew gross no im not going • but is a l w a y s there • gummy smiles and screaming when they win • he’s rlly good at quidditch but never joined bc “too much responsibility” • he’s lowkey insecure about his skills but sshh dont tell anyone • probs joins like 5th year

• a beater probably

• helps with stress lol • he has so much confidence and ppl appreciate that and wish they had that

• joon gave him a music box once cause he thought it was rlly pretty n yoongi just fell in love with it

• ink stained fingers

Jimin • the cute hufflepuff everyone adores • hypes up friends 25/8 • talks in class and then gets sheepish and embarrassed when he gets called out to stop • will fight??? Anyone ??? Who messes with his friends ??? • but liek if u hurt him u suddenly got all of hufflepuff as ur enemy sorry bro • he’s so so sweet like he probably gives all his professors gifts for the holidays • homemade cookies (with the help of jin ofc) • probably takes up knitting so that he can make scarfs 4 his frens • always there at quidditch games and hypes all his friend even if they’re against each other • he’s so reliable??? • giggles 4 days • but liek he is so cute n innocent but has laser focus and is so passionate about getting things done some ppl are just ??? Slytherin tho ??? • he’s the loyalist loyal to ever loyal • he probs enjoys muggle studies • muggle studies and potions • he likes the fact that you get all these ingredients and then end up with this huge product that can save lives or end them   w i l d t • will stay up rlly late if u need someone to talk to • will also make sure u go to ur dorm safely and probably tuck u in

• the kind of person every1 wants 2 protect

• but dOnt be fooled this boi can be solo mischievous

• its ok tho he cute

• he's like hot chocolate with whipped cream and caramel sauce

• ya feel?

• will break the rules if he has to don't underestimate him

• don't underestimate him in general

Namjoon

• ravenclaw!!!

• this boi is so smart like he could have easily pursued a career academically n wasnt he top of his class too ?

• even if that's wrong his lyrics sure prove it right

• he would do certain things and ppl would be like typical ravenclaw

• at first he was proudful of his house but then he slowly started getting insecure

• he didn't want to be known as this typical ravenclaw

• but he soon realizes that it's ok because he's just being himself n if ppl need to label things then o well

• v awkward but so w i s e

• like he thinks of so many abstract ideas that like??? It's amazing??

• carries around a lil notebook full of stories and poems

• so much p a t i e n c e

• he also feels so deeply and sometimes feels like exploding so he probably gets in lil moods where he wants to be alone

• luckily he has his frens (bts) who r like uhm bro let's talk

• so sweet and just wants the best 4 ppl but its sometimes hard to express t h a t

• stresses out easily during exams

• laughs and smiles that make flowers grow

• p r e f e c t a n d h e a d b o y

• he does lil things like save u butterbeer if ur not feeling well or get u sum sweets from Hogsmeade

• such a sweetheart

• luvs spending time outside especially during the spring

• lowkey writes poetry about his friends

• he just appreciates them so much

• transfiguration and ancient runes boi

• l i b r a r y

• Filch probably picks on the poor boy like

• joon is running back to his dorm after a study session in the library

• n filch is like iTs AftEr Hours

• and joon is like ??? I have 5 minutes ???

• sometimes he goes wide eyes like a deer in the headlights when he panics or doesn't know what's going on omg protect this boi

Hoseok

• okAy he's Ravenclaw tOo fIght mE

• he is just so fascinated by learning new things like

• wth that plant can do that???

• that animal exists ???

• w ow i e

• ok but sunshine boi

• is absolutely excited about herbology and care of magical creatures

• also charms

• he's just always so excited to learn new things !!!

• he stresses easily tho and breaks down a lot bc he gets a lot of pressure to get good grades

• like boi that's not ravenclaw calm ya shit

• frens defend him 25/8

• keeper!!!

• he learns to keep his wand hidden in weird places and like pulls it out at random places and ppl are like ???

• lots of screamign and happiness

• ppl get annoyed but it's hoseok he can do no wrong

• asks weird questions that are somehow relevant to the subject but r so abstract that even some professors are baffled

• he's so flexible ???

• like some ppl r just ??? How the h e ck??

• n liek the lil shit he is he winks and says “magic”

• lots of “hobi why”

• charms banners for quidditch when he doesn't play so they're all pretty n cool

• the school doesn’t suspect it's him

• him sharing a bunk with namjoon !!!

• luvs visiting Hagrid with Tae

• always has a new piece of info about dragons 2 share with Hagrid

• robes r usually wrinkled

• him wearing flower crowns/ bracelets that tae makes

Jungkook

• okay so

• hear me out

• s l y t h e r i n

• he was 15 when he debuted n liek ???

• he's 19 now ?? Thats a lot of ambition and hard work

• also he's a meme n he's cunning when he wants stuff

• n he also said he can handle hard schedules but when bts starts to hurt that's when he feels bad like ???

• but liek he gets kinda insecure sometimes bc slytherin is “””””bad””””””

• but he gets a talk from namjoon that ppl will be like that n to just ignore because a house is just supposed to let u be surrounded by ppl who r similar to u to learn better

• he also lowkey gives him permission to beat any1 up

• when he was younger he would sometimes sneak to other dorms

• to be with one of the members since be was insecure n shy with his house members

• but he soon grew confident and made other friends and bts were like proud moms lol

• seeker!!!!

• he always feels bad going against his frens but they just wink at him n he gets confidence

• frequent visits to madame pomfrey bc he a daredevil smh

• joins choir like 3rd year

• he hesitated for so long because he's an insecure bab and !!!!

• but tae n jin r liek cmon boi ur very good let's do this

• he pretends to be a bad boi with bts but he barely gets a glimpse of a professor n he quickly straightens his tie n smooths down his shirt

• art !!!!

• he likes to sketch ppl

• “hey yoongi do this with ur hands”

• wavy haired jungkook 6th n 7th year !!!!!

• his book bag has at least 2 sketchbooks

• he would feel so bad when ppl would notice his robes and point and whisper

• but they realized how he actually was n how bts treated him

• vvvv talented

• catches on to concepts right away

• ppl think he likes defense against the dark arts but actually……..

• care of magical creatures is his fav

• probs lowkey likes astronomy

[jimlingss]

I can't believe you ended chp 16 of Jp like that...i want to fight 😭

if you fight me, i’m guaranteed to be hospitalized ((look at these noodle arms)) and then who will post the next chapter on Monday? uh huuuh, that’s what I thought. Think twice before you wanna square up. (ง •̀_•́)ง

I am now answering spoiler-y messages below, so beware....

[SPOILER ALERT] 

*SPOILER ALERT**SPOILER ALERT**!SPOILER ALERT!*

Massive spoilers to come, please do not read if you have not yet read Jungle Park Chapter 16. Or go ahead and read if you’re chaotic like that.

Anonymous said: ok but what if oc and Hoseok were actually engaged....

I’m an idiot, anon - I accidentally deleted your ask before I copied it correctly lol oops, but ding ding ding! correct! you’re a winner!! i believe you sent me this message like 2 chapters ago and honestly you freaked me out by how accurate you were. dammit, I might’ve been too predictable, but you catch on quick. sorry i couldn’t answer sooner hahaha i couldn’t risk other people jumping on the same theory. you’re a genius tho, i’ll give you props for it.

Anonymous said: DATED!FOR 4 YEARS! ENGAGED! Omg wow shit really hit the fan like there is no coming back omg Wowoowoeoeoeooew I’m SHOOK like I never expected that like NEVER!!!

Anonymous said:I KNEW IT!!! i had a feeling it was either a really long relationship or they were engaged at one point. TURNS OUT IT WAS BOTH omg gahdhsjxbjsjs I'm so excited to see this all just unravel omgomgomgomg

kawaii-ing said: FhbsjshJuxYhUgrnziVJgdjsbdud JUNGLE PARK CHAPTER 16 JUST WRECKED ME YO 😱😱😱😱😱 HE KNOWS AND SHE DOESNT KNOW HE KNOWS IM SO CURIOUS FOR WHATS GONNA HAPPEN NOW Btw lovvvveeee your writing, thanks for all your hard work boo xxx💜💜

ASDFGHJKL I SAID SHIT WOULD HIT THE FAN AND I FOLLOWED THROUGH, RIGHT?? AREN’T YOU PROUD! THERE’S NO CLICKBAIT ON THIS BLOG HAHAHA 

Anonymous said: omgg 4 years? ENGAGED?? I’m ??? jut WHAT happened

:O :O

Anonymous said: BROOOOOOO! THEY WERE ENGAGED :o *insert Pikachu meme*

pikachu meme?? hahaha is that a sarcastic surprise? so you weren’t actually? lolololol :O

Anonymous said: Ahh I loved jungle park 16!! I'm so excited for the angst to come 👀 is hoseok's car accident related to oc at all?

hmm guess you’ll have to wait and see ((but also just putting it out there that if it was related that would be pretty makjang and lol im not about that life with this series))

Anonymous said: (1)oh holy hell Kina,,,my head’s hurting bcs of JP:16. ENGAGED what?? huh. now its one of my fav chapters, like 4-6 (ah those innocent cute baby steps in hoseok’s&oc’s relationship,,,not THIS). but freaking FINALLY someone spilled the beans. i love this kind of scenes, THE truth revelation. chang’s unaware of storm hes causing with his words, hoseok’s world’s simply crushing, oc doesnt know yet whats happening&dae is helplessly watching from sidelines trying to stop the catastrophe&failing

Anonymous said:(2)thats sad. i kinda can imagine what hoseoks feeling now, plagued w question that almost no one’s willing to answer, that drive him crazy.what happened? why did oc hide the truth? what did i do, how bad did we hurt each other? why can’t i remember any of it fuck. its a perfect opportunity for insecurities&ugly thoughts&inner demons to poison his mind. and oc...her house of cards collapsed revealing things she was trying hard to escape. will she feign ignorance again or will she finally face it

Anonymous said:(3)i just hope that in the end after this storm theyll reach their own peace, whatever the outcome will be. past stays in past, but only if every issue is resolved. otherwise it might return later&be worse than before. it was a great chapter. thank you — chem

THE BEANS HAVE BEEN SPILLED!!! honestly the universe is in chaos right now lol Hoseok’s like the fuck....and oc doesn’t even know lol but yeah it’s definitely a sad situation for almost all parties. there’s still more to be revealed tho, like the actual details of what the fuck went on haha anyways, i’m glad you’re enjoying it!

Anonymous said: AAHHHHH ITS FINALLY HERE!! Thank you 💞💞. Wow it was truly a lot and honestly, I feel kinda scared for Hoseok... it’s crazy that he really doesn’t remember anything and learning all this new information is like being in another word. If this story wasn’t one about love and fluff, it could’ve totally turned into a horror story lol. Thank you again and I’m very excited to see where the story goes!!

a horror? can’t say im very good at the genre but that’s definitely an interesting concept....the more i think about it....like for someone to go through something suppper traumatic and not remember at all and someone appears in their life but it turns out that someone was actually the serial killer? dammmmn that would be really interesting. i digress, thank you for enjoying it. definitely Hoseok is lost, scared, confused.

Anonymous said: SHIT’S 🗣 HITTING 🗣 THE 🗣 FAN 🗣 omg *insert “she’s meditating” “she’s dead” meme* and the fact that this is just the beginning??? how?? what?? i’m honestly so skek for the next chapter like i dont think hoseok’s gonna go apeshit on yn but you never know now do you ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ superb chapter for reals!!!! like, all of your writing is great but this chapter?? *chef’s kiss* didnt even know i was an angst fan until this chapter lol sending all my love to you!!! - chanting anon

hahhahahahhahaha there’s a lot more to unravel. now the puzzle has been exposed, we gotta start looking at the details. thank you for the message *throws chef’s kiss back* also welcome to the angst realm lol

Anonymous said: finals starts at the 20th and school ends in the 24th and we're still at chap 1 on our research. Due to stress, i thought, hey, might as well read the latest chapter bUT WHO KNEW IT WOULD BRING ME MORE STRESS. FOUR YEARS?! ENGAGED?! i feel like hoseok right now. You make such awesome stories and worlds. It affects me in so many good ways i cant even. i dont always give you my thoughts per chapter but i want you to know that i scream at every single one of them. have a nice day! - anon h.a.n.d.

oh my goodness!!! good luck on your exams!! hahah im sorry the chapter isn’t very much comfort food and kind of more wild but still happy you enjoyed it! 

Anonymous said: PT. 15 & 16?! WHAT. I COME BACK TO TWO CHAPTERS. HOLY COW. but really, like now that I know what I know, I’m so sad. I wonder what their relationship was like. That’s a lot of time to invest in someone and for it to fall apart like that... I couldn’t imagine what OC had to go through. I’m sad BUT THE DEVELOPMENT IS MAKING ME SO FREAKIN EXCITED. THANK YOU FOR GIVING US SOME ANSWERS ABOUT THE PAST. I CANT WAIT TO SEE HOW MUCH ELSE HE FINDS OUT.

I KNOW RIGHT?? LIKE FOUR YEARS IS A FUCKING LONG TIME. then again that was like 8 years ago. but yeah, it’s sad for both oc and Hoseok, y’know? I’M GLAD YOU’RE EXCITED!!!

Anonymous said: Great Jungle Park chapter! I'm pissed because SOMEONE SPOILED IT and i saw they were engaged before i could even click on the 'read more',,, but great chapter! I wish i could've read it without knowing, it kinda made me sad and it was not as great as it could have been.. @people spoiling, fuck off >:(( @you you're the best writer ily u nice keep going!! Can't wait to have Hoseok's full mind process over how crazy it is he doesn't remember 4 YEARS and an ENGAGEMENT (and only 2 dates huhu)

haha chill, anon. did you actually know that spoilers can make someone enjoy a story more? it’s actually a really interesting thing to google and find out more about. the chapter’s still the same whether you had an inkling of what was going on or not. you still enjoyed it too, right?  :D 

Anonymous said: CRAP OK, well, we knew it was something more than two days, but HONESTLY lol I love how you wrote y/n trying to keep it together. I could feel her fear as she lost control of the situation when Hoseok showed up. Do you think in her mind she even slightly expected him to show up? I'm assuming she's very internal w/ her thoughts/feelings seeing as she doesn't talk to anyone about what happened between her & Hobi all those years ago nor has she dealt w/ it, mostly just avoided it, would you say?

oh yeah oc was on the verge of a mental breakdown when he showed up rofl, damn near scared her. he was basically like a jumpscare LOL. but yeah for sure she didn’t expect him to come. i mean she basically told him and he was like ‘ok whatever’ and didn’t express interest and it’s not like he got an invite so she didn’t know he would actually go out of his way to show up. and yeah i agree, oc’s very internal with her feelings, or at least what happened all those years ago. it’s sensitive issues anyway that she’s left behind. or at least tried to.

tofugguk said: BROOO i LITERALLY— LITERALLY LOST IT. WHEN CHANGSUB DROPPED THEM BEING TOGETHER FOR LIKE FOUR YEARS THEN THE- “You guys even got engaged.” PART I SCREAMED. YOOOOO I CANTTT HANDLE THIS

Changsub isn’t the dumbass that we wanted. But the dumbass we needed.

((don’t you love how oc tried so hard to keep it a secret for like 16 chapters aka like near a year and some idiot comes trapezing in and in his first scene he just spills all the beans??? hahahha))