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[taebaesworld]

The Art Of Love | 2

Pairing :Kim Taehyung x reader

 PART 1

                                                         STORY

Its the first day of classes, I am rushing towards the cafeteria. My hairs uncombed in a messy bun, and my blue unicorn pjs even messier.

Not many people are in the cafeteria, I guess not many people are stupid enough to select a early class. I drag myself across the hall towards the buffet. Taking a dish and a bowl I started to fill them up.

“Well, aren’t you the chirpiest bird in the morning.” A raspy but somehow smooth voice purred in my ear from behind. I turned to see who it belonged to and it was one of the guys from yesterday. His eyes were of dark chocolate colour and he had thick lashes that I instantly envy. I can’t exactly remember his name but it was something Kim. But I smile sarcastically in response and said “Yeah the chirpiest.” 

He chuckled and it was a light chuckle and laced with a hum of amusement at the matter. My lips instantly curled into a smile at this and my cheeks heated up. He extended his hand as we moved ahead in the line and said “ Kim Taehyung.”

I took his hand and shook it. His hands were huge and engulfed mine completely. “ Y/N Y/L/N.” I said. He gave me a one sided smile. “So you are taking Lit 101 too I am guessing.” He said. “Yup.” I said popping the p. 

By this time we reached a empty table he took a seat across from me. His features looked even more prominent in this morning light. We were both eating silently when he suddenly raises his hand and shouts “Jonnie, here.” I turn around to find another on of the guys from yesterday standing with the food tray and with a wide grin that I am assuming is directed towards Taehyung I turn back around and continue eating. He takes a seat next to Taehyung and his eyes land on me. He gives me a huge grin and his whole face lit up. “Hi. I am Kim Namjoon.” Taehyung probably saw the question coming next and said  “No we aren’t brothers.” 

I nod and offer a smile to Namjoon “Y/N Y/L/N.” 

As I was done with break fast I got up and walked out of the hall and as soon as I was I the Door I sprint to my room. I had 20 min before class and it took 10 mins to reach the class. I change in a hurry, apply just a little bit of make up, Grab the things I packed last night for today and again made a run for it. 

Nearing the corner of the class I slowed down and before entering the class I smoothed out my hair. As soon as I enter I find a huge over table and people seating in chairs. I took a seat that was empty near the window and the board. Soon the class had piled up and every chair was taken. I looked up from the book I was reading and right opposite of me sat non other that Taehyung. his hairs were now in place instead of what I saw yesterday and in the morning. Although he looked quite good in both. He gave me a sheepish smile after nothing that I was looking at him. I smiled back. He was about to say something but a loud and authoritative voice cut him.

“Welcome To Literature 101, I am Professor Scott.” his voice was smooth and his accent British.

I whisper “Obviously the guy teaching lit is British.”  and the boy sitting in front of me looks at me and smiled. “Obviously.” He says before turning back.

After professor Scott tells us about the course and how everything is gonna work He says “Lets get this first lesson started. I am hoping everyone has read the Romeo and Juliet. Who is going to tell me what they thought about it.” Almost everyone's hand went up instantly including mine. 

“Lets start with you.” He said pointing at Taehyung. “Mr. Kim.” 

“ The notion of two people in love that are divided by social stratus is relatively familiar. And the characterization are quite straight forward. It is a celebration of love and the ends people go for love.”

“That’s enough, You across from him.” He said “Ms. Y/L/N.”

“UMM..” I took a sharp breath in. “I feel that Romeo and Juliet is a story that of lust and not love.” I uneasily glanced at professor Scott. “And why is that Ms. Y/L/N.”

“Romeo, goes to his enemy’s party because he fancied the host’s hot niece, Rosaline, he then losses interest in her and decides he no longer wants to die for her beauty…because he just saw her cousin, Juliet was way hotter who he fall instantly ‘in love’ with her instead. It was the initial High of lust that made them take irrational decision along the way.” I said

“Hmm...Does anyone want to comment on that.” He says

A guy with blonde hair raised his hand. “Yes Mr. Denials”  Prof. Scott said

“Keeping in mind that the play took place in Renaissance era I think that it brought a new light on love. Romeo was a hopeless romantic, even after being rejected by Rosaline he goes to the ball looking for her. He there see’s a girl attractive and falls for her as she just like him was romantic. I think that this tale shows the flaws of love and yes they made irrational decisions but that's what loves makes people do.” The guy say

I raised my hand “Yes Ms.Y/L/N.” 

“I believe that William Shakespeare didn’t intended this to be a love story.He probably wrote this as a tragedy. It was supposed to show flaws among social class and teenagers and their quote unquote love.” I say “The romance was quick and empty. There is no depth to their love.”  

As I finished Taehyung’s hand went up. “Yes Mr. Kim.”

“This play brought the idea that TRUE LOVE IS WORTH DYING FOR." He says

Another girl’s hand went up “Go on Ms. Potts.”

“In Romeo and Juliet, the headlong passion and excitement of young love is celebrated, even though confusion leads to the deaths of the young lovers. But through their deaths, and the example their love set for their parents, the two families vow to be reconciled to each other.”

I raised my hand “Ms. Y/l/n.”

“I believe that It was the immaturity of not only Romeo and Juliet but also of the friar that resulted in four deaths. Also I think the biggest reason this story is even a little tangible is because its based and written in an era where mobiles and better communication didn’t exist. Because if it did Romeo would have got the message in time they would have ran away and later realised that they didn’t even know each other and once the hear and attraction fades there’s nothing left.”

Professor Scott Clapped his hand “You have brought out a perfect point Ms. Y//L/N. Now we are nearing the end and for your next class I want you all you see how the story of Romeo and Juliet would play out if it was in Morden times. And Ms. Y/L/N I except you to write on what you just said. Class dismissed.” 

PART 1

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BTS reaction: S/O saving them from being kidnapped

Hello darling. Thank you for the request. I know it has been literal ages but I still hope you see it and enjoy. :) 

Also this was very difficult to write multiple plots of. 😅

♥ Thanks for the request ♥

SeokJin:

Honestly, you didn’t understand how they even got to him. You were searching backstage for him but he was nowhere to be found. You asked the others but they also hadn’t seen him, and obviously they couldn’t help you search with all the fans around. You ended up finding him in a hallway off the side of the building, surounded by fans asking for pictures, and autographs and the seemed to be pushing him to the nearest exit. Obviously you didn’t trust it.

“Seokjin, sir. You are expected in the dressing room.” You called for him. You had gotten a staff badge, so you could perfectly pass as a staff member. “Ah yes, of course.” He wormed his way trough the girls joining you as you walked back. 

“Thank you so much. I swear, they were after something.”

“Yeah, after you you mean.”

I was very thankful of your quick action. He honestly thought he wouldn’t have been back if you wouldn’t have gotten to him.

Yoongi:

Yoongi had gotten into the car that was supposed to pick him up from the airport. But as you had planned to surprise him there, you told the driver you would pick him up. But you were running late, you just saw him get into the car. You frowned, knowing the driver wouldn’t be there, so you snapped a picture of the licence plate. You dialed his number and let it ring, but no answer. You called again but with the same result. You could still see the car, so decided to drive after it. Meanwile calling the driver with your handsfree set, just to make sure. 

He let you know that he was infact at the studio waiting for some of the other boys. The car took a turn into a quiet parkinglot and you followed close behing, parking not to far away. You saw someone get out of the car and calling. You could feel your blood boiling as you saw yoongi clearly trying to get out. You walked towards the car, hoping the cardoor would open from the outside. And it did, revealing his shocked face. “Y/N” He whisper yelled. “I propose we run.” You said, and he immediately ran to your car with you.

He was shocked but couldn’t stop laughing as the two of you drove to his dorm. He couldn’t believe your strory, he was so thankful that you came along.

Hoseok:

Hoseok was shocked to say the least when someone outright told him they were kidnapping him. A girl was stood holding something that could be a weapon pointed at him. He was scared to look down and confirm. The girl was smaller than him, obviously. But that didn’t prevent him from being afraid of what she might do. He tried desperately to reason with her, but there was just no reasoning. You heard part of this scene play out as you just came out of the studio yourself. 

“What is this about a kidnapping?” You asked casually. Among the masses you were know as ruthless and a master of martial arts, so no one dared mess with you. So the second she heard your voice, she was more fearful than hoseok was. She didn’t answer, as she stared at you wide-eyed. “Are you holding him at penpoint?” You chuckled, looking at the wide pen she was pressing into his stomach. As soon as she saw no way of talking her way out of this, she sprinted away into the night.

“I had everything under control.” He smiled but you gave him a knowing stare. He gave you a thumbs up, not about to argue with you. “Thanks.”

Namjoon:

I tried to keep most of them pretty calm but I was out of ideas so here we are with the intense angst

The two of you were taking a walk, exploring new-york before you both had to leave seeing Namjoon had to continue his tour. You had stumbled across a calm street and you were sure you were lost. “Didn’t she say to turn left here? Maybe we should go back?” But when you looked around, neither of you knew how. You were calling Jin just when the girl from before entered the street.

“Hey! Sorry to bother again, but could you tell us how to get back.” You asked the now familiar girl.

“I could, but I’m not going to.” She grinned. A grin that sent shivers down your spine. She took a gun from her bag, pointing it at the both of you. No one around to see it. Namjoon offered her money, but that’s not what she was there for. She wanted him, and made it clear she’d kill you to get what she wanted, if she had to. “Put you phone away.” she signaled. and so you did, yet it was still ringing Jin. You hoped he had picked up, or this might all go to voicemail and reach him too late.

“We’re right next to a bar, the brewery, you’re going to shoot us here?!” You said loudly. “You pipe down or I might.” she hissed at you. She motioned for Namjoon to come along with her. You both tried to talk your way out of the situation, but it didn’t help. You had to do something. So right as Namjoon stepped past her, and she turned her back to you, you tried to grab her gun. It went off and you felt a searing pain in your hand. You held your wrist, and the gun dropped to the floor. The girl stepped into the car, leaving you and Namjoon behind, and not long after police arived at the scene. Your wound sere tended to and Namjoon stayed by your side for a long time. He thought it was ridiculous that you would risk yourself for him. He didn’t want you to need to do that. He took a while off the tour just to be with his hero, and fans understoud completely.

How is it longer when I didn’t have inspiration

Jimin:

Okay, it’s getting harder by the person

Jimin was in the hospital after a minor surgery.  He only had to stay there for a few days, mainly because his manager was afraid he might practice before he has recovered properly. You walked up to his door but someone stopped you. “Excuse me ma’am, you can’t go in there.” You muttered an ‘oh right’ to yourself before taking out the badge the had given you at the front desk, showing it off. “Oh, you’re Y/N. Apologies, but a nurse just took him for more tests.” The man stated.  What would he need tests for, they said the surgery went perfectly well and he just needed rest. You nodded at the man, he still let you inside to wait there.

Some time passed and a nurse came into the room. Before you could speak, she asked with a frown “Where’s the patient?” Your eyes widened at the question and you eplained the prior situation. She ran out, going to warn others that he had been taken out of the room while possibly unconscious. 

You ran trough the halls yourself, searching for anywhere that he could be. You glanced at the large elevator down the hall. That’s right, they could be anywhere. You walked to the elevator. Looking at the numbers, going up to 24. You could never search them all. yet, The roof ...

It was a good start. You got into the elevator, you’re leg vigorously tapping in an anxious state. It seemed like a century before the elevator came to a halt with a soft *ding*

The doors slid open and there it was, the hospital bed with Jimin and some random girl in a nurse outfit. You heard Jimin mumble your name as his arm went to rest on the girls back, she was visually enjoying it. “That’s not me.” You stated, and the girl shot up looking at you in horror. You signaled for her to get off, you could see Jimin’s eyes opening and she glanced back at him. She glared at you ands said “NO, I need to take care of him.”

“In the freezing cold, on the roof of the hospital. The only thing you’ll take care of this way is giving him bronchitis. Now get off, or I call the police.’ Your voice was venomous, causing her to get off with one last glance, before she ran. You ran up to him. He could barely open his eyes still but he was conscious. 

“You’re awesome.” He mumbled, and you brought him back to his room.

Taehyung: 

Taehyung didn’t even realise he was being kidnapped. He just got out of the hotel and got approached by someone who said they were supposed to show him around. He asked if the others weren’t joining but with a simple axcuse as ‘everyone wanted to see different things’ he went with them. Until at a certain  they told him to get in the car. You had noticed him as you had just gone to get a coffee down the street. You heard him refuse, saying he’d rather walk. 

“Get in the damn car.” The man said a bit more demanding this time. You immediatly knew this was bad news, and walked up behind the man. You had done some self-defence classes but sure enough it also worked when sneaking up to people. Just as you twisted the man’s arm behind his back, a knife dropped out of his pocket that he was reaching for. You pressed him against his own van and told Taehyung to run. You were right behind him, sprinting so the man couldn’t reach you before you got to your car.

Taehyung was actualy excited after the two of you were driving away. He thought it was so awesome what you had done, yet he was thankful you came along. He was afraid to think what would have happened if you didn’t.

Jungkook:

Aparently a random guy had walked up to him as he was taking a stroll. His face hidden, by a cap and mouthmask, he was certain that the guy couldn't recognize him.  Yet the guy himself  was fairly unrecognisable as well. The guy seemes friendly at first, yet he stared asking very forward questions. ‘What do you do for a living?’, ‘Where are you from?’, ‘Where are you going?’

Junkook wanted nothing more but to get away, but every step he took, the man followed. You were on a walk of your own, to the dorm in fact, when you saw them. You noticed the odd interaction, and the uncomfortabe expression on Jungkook’s face. You walked up to him with a broad smile.

“Minseok-Oppa!” You smiled, winking at him before the man turned around. You saw his eyes widen just a second before mumberling an unexcited ‘bye’, before walking off.

“What was that about?” Jungkook didn’t know what the man was planning, but he was glad you showed up.

Man, it was hard to find a scenario for each of them. But I was determined to do so anyway. Apologies if your bias didn’t get that long a story. Hope you liked it. ;)

♥ Thanks for reading ♥

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[jiji-infires]

APRICITY (pt. 9)

OC X JUNGKOOK

GENRE: FLUFF, ANGST

WORD COUNT: 3K

SYNOPSIS: When his roommate moves out to live with his girlfriend, Jungkook is faced with a new reality, one that includes a 5′3′’ sac of bones that is too nerdy and curious for his liking.

CHAPTER 9

Jungkook wakes up to the sound of heavy rain, violently smashing his window and threatening to shatter it. Rainy days are his favourite; he gets to appreciate the warmth of his blanket more and the rhythm in which it rains creates a pleasant atmosphere for him to continue drawing.

Today, unfortunately, he won’t be going near any pens or papers, for he has far more important tasks he has to prioritise. Today, he will be meeting his mother, a gathering he anticipates, yet dreads. He has no idea what the consequences can be, but he can only hope that they’ll reach a mutual understanding.

It’s six in the morning, too early for a Sunday, but he has already taken a shower and is now putting his clothes so he can head out.

 After almost a five hours drive without any pauses, he finally arrives at his destination, hungry and tired. Driving through the neighbourhood brings memories to his mind, especially when the gate to his house opens up and there’s always the same guard at the door.

He steps out of his Porsche and an umbrella is immediately held above his head, to shield him from the rain. Jungkook takes the umbrella and climbs a small set of stairs and presses a white bell that glows with a faint yellow light. Seconds later, the door is opened by a young maid who he can’t even remember; it seems she’s a new one since she can’t recognise him.

“How may I help you?” she asks and just when he’s about to open his mouth he hears his mother’s piercing voice.

“Jungkook!” she runs to him and just when he steps further in the house, she throws herself on him. The boy almost loses his balance, so he wraps is arms around her to hold her, and to hold on to her.

“I missed you so much” her face is buried in the crook of his neck and he can only hum in response, hoping that it’s enough to convey his message. “How have you been?”she holds his face in her palms.

“I’m alright”

 Jungkook sits awkwardly in the living room of his own house that looks twice as big as his current apartment; not that his current house is small, but his old one is excessively large.

The excitement on his mother's face is more than obvious as she looks like she wants to hold him captive there forever. He understands.

"What do you wanna eat for lunch honey?" She asks and he just shrugs; he'd be lying if he says that he's not hungry after a continuous five hours drive.

"Anything" he replies and she nods eagerly, heading to the kitchen, while he jogs upstairs to his room.

 Jisoo wakes up to Juno licking her fingers. It’s a rainy Sunday morning and she doesn’t know what to do with her day; she finished reading her fantasy book and she needs another one, and she has already sorted her ideas for the upcoming project with Ten.

She leaves her room after thirty minutes of pure spacing out, heading to the kitchen to make some breakfast for her as well as her roommate, only to find out that Jungkook has already left. It takes her by surprise since he wakes up until midday when it’s Sunday.

After having a quick breakfast and cleaning the house, she waits until it isn’t raining as heavily as before. She takes a warm shower and changes into skinny jeans, combat boots and her khaki bomber jacket; a gift from the king of eye smiles himself, Park Jimin.

 “That’ll be 9,000 won” the cashier says as he hands her a small box that contains a selection of strawberry green tea flavoured macaroons. She pays with an internal sigh and leaves and heads out, trying to remember where the store was.

The bus she took led her to Hongdae and she’s determined to find the woman who gave her the dress. Sure macaroons won’t be as expensive as the dress she was gifted, but she sincerely hopes those sweet treats will convey her gratitude.

Fifteen minutes later, she’s climbing the stairs to the second floor where the store is. The place is the same as last time, except that the clothes aren’t the same anymore; it seems like they’ve got a new collection. Jisoo moves further inside and towards the receptionist who smiles upon her arrival.

“Hi” she says, “I need to ask you something”

“Sure! Do you have anything particular in mind?” the late twenties woman asks. “No, not about a dress” Jisoo clarifies, “a woman, I think she’s the owner of this place. I just came to thank her for her gift”

“A gift?” the receptionist is confused, “the owner is actually a man”

At this Jisoo frowns; she’s pretty sure that the person who she met last time is a woman. She’s quick to reach for her phone and hunt for a photo she has taken of herself wearing the lace dress, which she shows to the woman whose eyebrows jump a little.

“This dress was given to me a week ago. A woman was here and she insisted that I take it”

The woman looks up the dress reference on her computer that displays details of the dress; when was it bought, by whom, and how much.

“Oh! It was Mrs. Song who bought it” she chirps with recognition, “she’s one of our best customers”

“Where can I find her?” Jisoo asks her with eagerness. She now wants to find the person more than ever after what the nice receptionist has told her. Why would a random person she doesn’t even know buy her a dress that costs a fortune?

  Jisoo finds herself standing few feet away from one of the largest banking services firms in the country; Seinan Financial group. The building is overwhelmingly massive, sticking out like a giant needle piercing the ground, and the longer she looks up at it, the more she feels like if would collapse on her.

She walks to the reception desk and asks if she can meet Mrs. Song, unfortunately for her the receptionist here is not as nice as the one in the store, and she curtly asks her to wait until she verifies if she can meet her. Jisoo sits on one of the leather chairs, her macaroons box awkwardly resting on her idle thighs; she kind of regrets coming in the first place; what if the woman sends her away? What if she’s bothering her?

 She is dragged back out of her contemplation trance with the voice of the woman who beckons her, and she is lead to the elevator that whisks her up to one of the highest floors. And after what seems like a decade, she is escorted inside an office, a very large one to say the least.

She is amazed at how clinic it looks and how it’s modern yet simply designed with white and grey furniture. She wants to look around more but a clearing of the throat catches her attention and she turns around to find the woman in question rising from her chair that hid a perfect view of the metropolis. The woman approaches her with a warm smile but she looks somehow ... nervous.

“I’m sorry if I came without an appointment” Jisoo is the first to speak, apologizing for her lack of courtesy. Mrs. Song waves it off, excitement showing on her features as she ushers the girl to the L-shaped couch at the far end of the bureau.

“This a pleasant surprise” she is genuine as she utter those words while staring fondly at Jisoo who can only muster a shy smile as she hands her the box.

“This is something I picked up on my way; I hope you like them”

The woman can only gasp in pure surprise, her eyes darting from the younger female to the box “How did you know I liked green tea macaroons?”

“I honestly picked those I liked the most– green tea ones, and another random flavour” she replies sheepishly and the older female can’t help but smile warmly at her. She orders coffee for both of them and they enjoy sweet heaven on earth.

Mrs. Song notices that Jisoo has something bugging her, like she wants to say something but she’s hesitating.

“You must be wondering why I gave you the dress, right?” she says as if she can exactly read what’s on Jisoo’s mind. “The moment I saw you, I had a very weird flashback, especially when we talked”

“You said I reminded you of someone”

“Yes,” the woman replies, putting down her coffee “You remind me of a man I used to know. Very calm and serene demeanour, you move and talk in a composed way, yet I can see in your eyes a power that can stir the oceans. Quiet like a butterfly”

Jisoo finds herself staring at the woman in awe, not really comprehending what she’s referring to but it plays in her head over and over, and it jogs her memory back to when her father used to call her a butterfly. Her eyes start to water but she’s quick to blink the tears back.

 Minutes pass as they talk some more, and Jisoo stands up, feeling like she has taken quiet a lot of the woman’s time. Mrs. Song takes Jisoo’s hands in hers, asking her to comeback once again and the girl nods eagerly with a smile on her face.

Just when she makes it to the door, she catches a glimpse of a photo situated of the wooden desk. A very young Mrs. Song, probably mid twenties, sitting on a chair with a man standing above her. What the woman says next sounds muffled to Jisoo who nods absentmindedly, everything from bidding her goodbye, to travelling down to the depths of the building; the blur continues until she’s a few feet away from the building, trying to understand what she just saw. What was her father doing in that picture?

 She climbs the stairs​up to her house, body coming through the door but head elsewhere. Her father looked a couple of years younger than when he passed away and looked far happier than he was in the last few years, and Mrs. Song looked just as youthful in that picture, with her hair reaching her waist, nothing compared to the bob cut she has now; the picture looks like it was taken before her father got married. She almost steps on Juno's tail if the poor dog didn't yelp at the right time.

Jungkook is already in the house and is now setting his PS 4 when he notices Jisoo's form walking aimlessly and sitting on the couch next to him.

 "Everything alright?" He asks

"Huh?... Oh, yeah, I'm fine" she replies and the boy doesn't fail to recognise the confusion that's plastered on her face; living with her for a while now he'd say that it's her face whenever she hits blunt.

"Do you wanna play?"

"Sure" she says as she takes the controller from him, "I'm a terrible player thou, so take it easy on me"

Jungkook only grins as he gets his head in the game. He honestly doesn't know how she does it, but she almost crashes into every car and every item that comes near her. Her face scrunches as she holds on to the controller for dear life, repeating a silent mantra in her head. Jungkook on the other hand is biting his lip to stifle his laugh, stealing looks at her struggling form.

The game ends with his victory of course and Jisoo sighs loudly.

"You’re a terrible player, I'm sorry"

"Told you" they both chuckle and she stands up, saying that she'll head to her room to get some sleep, when he stops her.

"Aren't you hungry? I brought some Thai food on my way home" he doesn’t want to eat alone, not after they got to know each other better and they got used to one another’s presence.

Her mouth waters at the mention of it; she hasn't really eaten anything the whole day aside from the insignificant bites of macaroons with the lady on the picture with her father, and she honestly can't remember the last time she has savoured something Thai. All she knows is that at the moment she has some weird food cravings and she can practically eat anything as long as it tastes good.

She nods at Jungkook who can only smile and moves to set food on the table while she goes to her room to change into pyjama pants and a cotton sweater.

 Jisoo feels an uncomfortable humidity between her legs and she prays that it's not that time of the month again as she slowly pushes down her pants.

"Crap" she mutters under her breath when she sees a dark red stain on her cotton undergarments, confirming what she dreads each month; because not only it comes with extreme pain, but also she can't even recognise her own self when she's on her period.

She reluctantly grabs some clean clothes and a towel and twists the door of her room open to reveal a startled Jungkook with his fist awkwardly hung midair.

"Uh... Dinner is ready" he says sheepishly and her face instantly reddens. Internally, she feels uncomfortable with her current situation and the boy asking her to come eat.

"Ahm... Just get started without me, I'm gonna take a quick shower"

Jungkook feels the uneasiness in her voice and the sudden change of her skin coloration, but he doesn’t want to press it by asking her if everything is alright; in fact she has been acting weird since she came back.

“I’ll wait for you” he says and feels awkward right after those words leave his mouth; it’s as if the four words sentence held more meaning than he intended to deliver, and it doesn’t take that much time to sink into Jisoo’s head who only gulps down the lump in her throat as she looks at his with an unwavering gaze, and he can’t help but stare at the warm maroon colour of her iris, wondering if she can remember his eyes from that rainy afternoon at the library.

  After she takes a quick shower and wears her clothes, she joins him for dinner over the small table they have by the living room area. They eat in comfortable silence before the girl breaks it with one of her daily question on nights they sit to eat together.

“Anything interesting today?” she asks, hoping that he’ll tell her where he has been since early in the morning, for the guy doesn’t get up until it’s midday. She wants to slap herself for asking that because his response starts with a long sigh and it kind of throws her off.

“I went to Busan to see my mother”

“Oh... how is she?” she enquires out of sheer politeness and Jungkook smiles at her in a fond way. “She’s doing fine” he answers, “She just needed to see me, that’s all”

She nods and continues eating, rotating from one dish to another.

“How about your mom? When are you going to see her?” his question makes her halt her movements, a slice to mushrooms sliding from her chopsticks and falling back to the plate. She swallows hard.

“I don’t know where she is... she left when I was five” she clarifies. Jisoo doesn’t know where her mother is now, if she’s dead or alive, married or not, if she has other siblings, and every time she’s reminded of her she tells herself that she doesn’t care, but deep down it hurts to know that she left her only daughter just because she couldn’t put up with her dad. She also doesn’t want Jungkook to feel bad for asking the question in the first place or to pity her.

“I’m really sorry to ask; I had no idea” he apologizes, the sweet pork skewers leaving a bitter aftertaste in the back of his tongue; he doesn’t feel hungry anymore.

“Don’t be; people leave, everything changes”

 Jungkook is about to say something, when the sound of the bell interrupts him in the process of forming words. Jisoo jumps from her place and beats him to the door, and when she opens it she steps back, taken by surprise by the foreign person standing before her.

“Can I ... can I speak to J-Jungkook?” the man stutters with a slur, almost tumbling forward. The fool smell coming from him tells her that he’s probably drunk.

“Jungkook!” she yells at him without moving her eyes an inch from the guy slumping against the frame of her door that she considers closing, but Jungkook is right behind her, looking as stupefied as she is.

 “Hyung? What are you doing here?” he asks him, and Jisoo can’t help but watch her roommate drag the drunk guy in, who has very strange colour to his hair; mint.

“I need to tell you... some–” he hiccups, “–something” trying to stand straight, he latches himself on Jungkook’s shoulders, who only stares at him in utter confusion.

“Hoseok, he wanted you ... I wanted to tell you that” the man with mint hair squints his eyes as he tries to focus on forming comprehensible words, but he fails miserably after he collapses on the couch behind his knees. He snores softly against the fabric of the couch as the pair hovers over his crumpling figure, and Jisoo can’t help but voice out her curiosity.

 “Who’s this guy?” she solicits, her eyebrows knitted forward in a baffled frown. Jungkook only sighs and drapes a blanket over him, his expression matching hers, except that his curiosity is spiked by the nonsense he heard.

 “That’s Yoongi hyung.”

[sofeyhh]

BTS Strories

Decisions - reader x Namjoon

*consists of 3 short chapters

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

He wouldn’t deny that he fell for her, so hard. As the months passed, his love for her grew bigger and bigger. She was everything he never knew he wanted. And seeing her happy with another guy cuts him deep in the heart. Especially when that guy is an arrogant coward.

“Yeap, I found the key,” Namjoon said as he placed the pot back. “I’ll call you back when I find it.”

He let himself into her apartment after ending the call with her. They were supposed to meet in half and hour but she had left her wallet back at home. And since he only lived a block away, it made sense for him to retrieve rather than her having to travel all the way back.

Namjoon was looking around her room for the wallet when he heard the front door open. Checking his watch, he decided that it couldn’t have been her. That was when he heard his voice.

“I’m telling you the story is a winner. I read the entire thing and I feel like it’ll bring our company a name.”

He didn’t know whether to announce his presence or stay silent. At the end of the day, he was in someone else’s girlfriend’s room, alone…

“Yep, I found her manuscript...But...god I don’t know I’m starting to feel guilty. It is her story...she’s been working on it for a long time.”

Her manuscript? Namjoon prayed to god that it wasn’t what he thought it was. If her boyfriend really decided to steal her story and publish it as his own...she would be devastated.

“Fine...you can help me make a few changes. Just promise me you’ll publish it under my alias.”

Without thinking, Namjoon’s feet took him out of the room to face her boyfriend. “You’re not going to do that are you?”

The guy was surprised to see Namjoon in the house. He immediately hid the manuscript behind the file he was carrying.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” the guy chuckled nervously. “Anyways, what are you doing in her apartment?” He had on a facade as he changed the subject. But Namjoon could see the fear in his eyes.

He was weighing his situation. Was Namjoon going to tell on him?

There were no words that could explain how angry he was. If it were up to him, Namjoon would have the guy on the floor, his fist not stopping. But knowing her, she hated violence and would hate him for even touching the guy. He decided that he would rather confess to her about he heard. Namjoon grabbed her wallet and left without a word

“Hey! C’mon man...You don’t understand the position I’m in. My company is in debt and my boss is banging on me to do it. Look, I love her. I really do but...this is my job man…” the guy tried to reason.

Namjoon shook his head and left the apartment. If you loved someone, there was nothing that you would do to betray the person. If the guy wasn’t going to confess to her then Namjoon would do it for him.

Chapter 3

My BTS Masterlist

[thelonelywhale52]

Cursing/Swearing of BTS in their Music.

I was trying to search for kpop-swearing related groups because of BTS. We all know BTS rapper line uses a lot of curse words in their lyrics. I wanted to praise a lot BTS because ever since they are rookies, they already curse in their lyrics. Like, who does that? ONLY BTS.

Their music tells their story. A strory that a lot of idol-groups are very afraid to  talk about since it is a very senstitive topic. Like the battle between idol and rapper, the struggles of being an idol, the trainee life, the depression, society and more. These sensitive topics are often avoided by groups so as not to create scandal or issue.

There were a lot of seriously beautiful songs of BTS where they swear a lot, like it’s almost every track that they have. We know that when Suga or Rap Monster starts rapping words like damn, fuck, shit, motherfucker. Will never leave their mouth. And I don’t know why it seems so beautiful to me. Because it is one of the ways where I could really feel what they wanted to say. I am moved and touched and it sinks in, when they curse. Especially Suga’s “Shit Shit” in his song The Last. I cried during that part.