#bts writers guild

[coffinwoodx]

HELP

WE AINT READY WE AINT READY FOR WHAT SAMBA SCHUTTE’S GOT IN STORE 😭😭

[pholiabanna]

People need to relax. Screenwriters are rarely ever on set once production begins. It's a waste of their time when they can be working on other shows and earning money because they'd just be stood around. Their main job is way before production begins on each episode. They'll only get involved if script revisions are required which at this level of show would be rare, actors will be trusted to improve input if they need to re-work dialogue. I think a lot of people get confused because they seen bts of things like sitcoms where writers are on set and assume it's the exact same for every TV medium. It isn't. ST will have over half the scripts in the bag at this point so will have plenty of material to work on bearing in mind it's looking like it'll be a very long production (10-12 months).

Yeah, I also think they will start filming this moth as many sources said it already. However, I think most people's concern is if the Duffers decide to completely stop working, because they are writers as well so maybe they stop working at all to support the guild. If they did it would be a bigger problem because apart from writers, they are also directors, they're kinda like the bosses who orchestrate everything. But I hope that if that ends up happening is because they really decided to fight for a very much necessary improvement on the work and payment conditions.

[nayutai]

Sleep Walker

⇢ Genre fluff (this nearly killed Jesus Christ fluff authors are powerful)

⇢ Pairing Jimin x OC

⇢ Word Count 4251

⇢ Summary Jimin finds himself wandering into a 24-hour coffee shop after his efforts to sleep have proved unsuccessful where he finds more than just the caffeine boost he needs to get through his day

⇢ Notes this goes out to my love bug @tae-tae-drives-me-kray​ 

Working the night shift at a 24-hour coffee shop makes for a very boring shift. Most of the customers clear out by the time that two o’clock rolls around and those who do pop in are on their way to their own early morning shifts and generally don’t stay long. They also don’t usually start arriving until at least 4:30. For Amira, this means that she can eat snacks and binge watch Supernatural until the day time people show up for the most part. At $11 an hour it’s a pretty cushy gig if you don’t mind the fucked up sleep schedule. 

The sound of the bell above the door tinkling loudly just before three sends Amira flying from her perch on a stool behind the counter. Whoever it is giggles melodically at the flurry of creative curses that come out of her mouth as she rises to your feet dramatically. She gives them a dirty look that softens at the way their eyes twinkle even in the low light of the cafe. 

“Are you okay?” At least they have the decency to ask about her well-being after nearly giving her a heart attack. The lower half of their face is covered in a mask and a baseball cap sits low on his head. If it weren’t for the fact that this person’s eyes look so friendly she’d be standing a lot closer to the silent alarm and the baseball bat that her manager allows her to store under the counter. 

“Just peachy for someone who was on the verge of death. What would you like to order?” He rattles off the name of some frappuccino thing with an assload of ingredients and Amira has the sudden urge to beat her head against the granite countertop. Being that she works night shift, most of her barista knowledge circled the memory drain a long time ago due to the fact that the most complicated thing the early morning demographic orders is flavored iced coffee. A walk in the park compared to the science experiments that the daytime crew is required to mix up throughout the day.

“I’m gonna keep it real with you, chief. I forgot how to make this but I don’t have the authorization to do refunds so if it’s bad you’re stuck with it.”

“At this point, it could be dishwater and I’d drink it as long as it’s got caffeine.” 

And yet he ordered one of the froo froo drinks Amira thinks to herself. Those drinks have the least amount of caffeine out of everything on the menu. He’ll be asleep before he even finishes his drink.

“Well if caffeine is what you need, this drink isn’t what you want. I’ve got just the thing though.” You put away the clear cup for the frappucino with his consent and reach for a regular coffee cup. “What’s your name? I know you’re the only one here but it’s against store policy for any cup to leave this hellhole without a name on it.” He seems to panic at the thought of giving up his name, a wary look morphing his gaze. Her brows creases as she watches him contemplate how he wants to answer what she thinks is a very simple question.

“Jimin...” He says after a minute.

“Ha, that’s cool. There’s a guy in BTS with the same-“ Amira’s hand freezes halfway through writing his name as her drowsy brain starts connecting some very important dots. The news lady on channel six had said they’d be in town this weekend but never in a million years did she expect something like this to happen. She peeks at him from beneath her lashes. He looks ready to bolt out the door at the slightest provocation so she do her absolute best to remain calm for his sake. 

Alright, sis you can do this. Just stay cool, calm, and collected. Mama ain’t raise a loser you can do this.

Jimin visibly relaxes when Amira starts writing again and turns to start making his drink. It’s a special concoction she makes for her fellow graveyard peeps. It’s strong enough to knock a donkey on its ass which is why it’s such a hit. One of her regulars, a long haul trucker, tells Amira all the time that he doesn’t know how he’d make it through his long drives without the liquid defibrillator that he practically orders by the gallon. Definitely doesn’t seem safe but he’s got an incredible driving record and he always brings her a fistful of the soft peppermint candies she’s partial to. 

“Thank you for not freaking out. I’m not really supposed to be here.” Jimin mumbles as he accepts his drink. He loves interacting with fans but not at two a.m when he’s barely able to stand up from his lack of sleep. 

“I gathered as much. Not many global superstars stroll through here at this hour or at all really.” Amira give him a smile that she hopes puts him at ease and, judging by the way his lips turn up a bit, it may have worked. 

“Couldn’t sleep and we’ve got interviews all day so at this point I don’t have time to sleep hence the desperate need for caffeine.” He takes a cautious sip of the drink in his hand. She wasn’t kidding when she said that it would help. The caffeine hits his veins with the force of a speeding bullet train and Jimin already feels more alert just a few sips in.

Somehow, talking about his sleep troubles snowballs into a conversation about Disney movies and why Maleficent is the baddest bitch in the Disney realm when the blaring of his ringtone cuts her rant short. A heavy sigh escapes him at the interruption. He’d much rather listen to the adorable barista in front of him continue her impassioned argument, but duty calls. 

“Guess that’s my cue. Thank you for the drink and the company.”

“No problem! If that shit starts fucking with your heart rate though you did not get it here. I refuse to be attacked by your twitter army for giving you heart palpitations. I ain’t built for that type of guerilla warfare.” Jimin full on belly laughs, nearly dropping the rest of his drink in the process. He couldn’t get rid of the goofy smile on his face even if he wanted to. 

He grips the door handle in his hand but something is holding him back. Something feels unfinished and his feet refuse to move any further until that changes. Jimin turns around to see the source of his frozen feet standing behind the counter again, staring at his still form curiously. Before he can stop himself, Jimin crosses the short distance, snatching the pen stuck to the top of her apron to scribble his phone number on a nearby napkin. The gagging noises she makes when she realize what he’s just done make him feel justified in his rash decision. This time when he backs away, the smile on his face is one of mischief.

“Don’t let this be the last time I talk to you or I’ll never forgive you.” Jimin’s steps feel lighter as he treks back to the hotel to face the wrath of his manager. He hopes desperately that she texts him later. A frown replaces the grin behind his face mask at the prospect of his new crush not contacting him after tonight. His steps falter slightly as he processes the fact that he just met her not even a full hour ago and has already developed a full-fledged crush on her. Oh, Amira, so powerful and yet so unaware of it.

[Amira]: best friend

[Amira]: rise from the dead

[Amira]: I have a story to tell and before you even ask no it can’t wait until a decent hour

[Pomegranate]: if this doesn’t involve you meeting BTS or you hitting the lottery and paying off my crippling student loan debt I promise I don’t care 

[Amira]: ….sometimes I swear you’re psychic

[Pomegranate]: BITCH DID YOU HIT THE LOTTO????? 

[Pomegranate]: I BEEN YOUR BEST FRIEND FOR 13 YEARS DON’T FORGET ABOUT ME

[Amira]: shut up I didn’t hit the lottery but I did meet someone from BTS…

[Amira]: Jimin to be more specific

Incoming call from Pomegranate

“Well look what we have here. A traitor.” Jimin rolls his eyes at Taehyung’s dramatics but his best friend and bandmate is having none of it. “How dare you go traipsing off into the concrete jungle without me? We’re supposed to cause mayhem together and you left my ass in the middle of the night like I’m some side chick.”

“It’s really not this deep, Tae.”

“To you. Which is exactly why I snitched to Sejin.” Of course, Taehyung was the one to rat him out to their manager. He could be quite vengeful when he felt that he’d been wronged and obviously he took not being invited on his late night coffee hunt as a personal affront. The Capricorn energy coursing through his veins absolutely could not let that stand.

Jimin opens his mouth to respond when his phone vibrates in his pocket. He ignores it for the sake of pacifying Taehyung but when it vibrates twice more his curiosity gets the best of him. 

[Unknown]: uhhhh hi? 

[Unknown]: ew that was awkward as hell pls forgive me

[Unknown]: shit I didn’t even tell you who I am wow anyways this is the barista you tried to kill earlier also known as Amira

Jimin snorts at Amira’s messages which piques Taehyung’s interest in a major way. He can’t recall a time when his friend has ever looked so disgustingly happy over a text message from anybody. Just as he’s about to lean over to look at the screen, Jimin shoves the sleek iPhone right in his face. He’s babbling on and on about how funny and cute this Amira person is which only serves to further confuse Taehyung.

“I just want you to know that none of that made sense to me.”

Taehyung is almost sorry that he asked as Jimin launches into an impassioned retelling of the beautiful girl that made him a drink that is sure to keep him up until the end of time. A slow smile spreads across Taehyung’s face as he connects the dots. Jimin has a crush. A big one. He can’t wait to tell the other members that their precious Jiminie has finally found someone that meets his incredibly high standards. Out of all the idols back home, both male and female, that have practically thrown themselves at Jimin’s chelsea boots and it’s a random cafe employee that manages to make him totally enraptured.

“So let me get this straight,” Amira’s eyes follow her best friend Cameren as she paces back and forth across her living room. “It’s a regular degular night at work until some guy in a mask walks in and scares the shit outta you. Lo and behold that guy is fucking Park Jimin from BTS and you make him drink that god awful elixir of the damned you insist on serving to people and he actually liked it?”

“Not just that.” She fishes the napkin with Jimin’s number on it out of the pocket of her sweatshirt and carefully unfolds it so that Cameren can see the string of digits scratched into the napkin. The creative string of curses that fly out her mouth would make most people blush but after more than a decade of impassioned screaming, Amira doesn’t even flinch. Her eyes widen comically though when she notices Cameren reaching forward as if to snatch the napkin out of her hand. She thanks God for gifting her with reflexes quick enough to keep it out of Cameren’s reach.

“Bitch! Let me see it.”

“No! He gave me this because he obviously trusted me not to pass it around and I don’t plan to disappoint my future husband this early in the game.” She replies indignantly. 

“Look at you. All delusional and shit but whatever I respect it.” Cameren declares as she props herself on the coffee table in front of her best friend. “So, did you text him?”

“Of course I did. Who do you think I am?” Cameren opens her mouth to respond with what is no doubt going to be some witty quip about exactly who she thinks Amira is, but she’s interrupted by the tell-tale ping of her phone receiving a text message. The shocked look on Cameren’s face is perfectly mirrored on Amira’s as she slowly picks her phone up from the couch cushion she’d sat it on. 

[Kristoff Hater]: you’re too adorable to be awkward

Amira sits frozen in place as she reads and rereads his message. There’s no way he just said that. There is absolutely no way in hell that the Park Jimin himself just called her adorable. Have the heavens finally opened up? Did God decide that today is the day that she secures the biggest win of all? She’s in such a state of shock that Amira doesn’t even notice Cameren trying to get her attention until she starts physically shaking her shoulder. Amira’s voice box is still refusing to function so she simply hand over her phone to let Cameren see the message for herself. Her friend’s answering shriek perfectly voices Amira’s own feelings.

“He’s typing again!” Cameren thrusts the phone back into Amira’s hands just in time for another message to appear on the screen but she quickly close the conversation when Jimin starts typing once more. It takes longer than expected but the tell-tale ping from her phone makes Amira’s  heart skip a beat at what he could possibly have said this time. 

[Kristoff Hater]: speaking of you being adorable I need a contact picture so go ahead and hand one over and no one gets hurt 

[Kristoff Hater]: or don’t because you’re an autonomous human being and that’s totally up to you but I would really appreciate a picture of your face because I think you’re you’re cute and wow I’m rambling over text which is super embarrassing so I’m going to stop typing now byeeeee

This time, Amira is the one screaming.

“It’s official. You scared her away.” Taehyung claps Jimin on the back from his spot behind him in the van. Jimin continues to stare dejectedly at the stagnant conversation with his mystery woman. It’s been hours since he’d went out on a limb and asked her for a picture with not even a hint of a response. He’d originally thought that he’d eventually get over it and go back to normal but now he’s not so sure.

“Leave him be, Tae.” Namjoon pipes up from Jimin’s left. “It’s important to fully feel and process your emotions no matter how depressing they are.”

“Oh, so now the wannabe philosopher is going to preach to me?” 

“It was probably too good to be true any-she texted me back!” 

[Coffee Almost Bae]: I’m so sorry 😭

[Coffee Almost Bae]: In the interest of total transparency I had a meltdown because you called me cute and I’ve spent the last fourteen hours trying to psych myself up to respond 

Jimin nearly melts into puddle of feelings right where he sits. This girl is entirely too cute for her own good and she doesn’t even realize it. His fingers start flying in response, but his frantic typing is interrupted by another message.

[Coffee Almost Bae]: I believe you asked for this {image attached}

He’d thought that Amira was cute when he’d first met her at the coffee shop but seeing her in this picture is making his heart race. She’s clearly at dinner with friends judging from the crowded table full of food behind her. He’s incredibly appreciative of the way her jeans snugly hug the hourglass frame that her work uniform hides. His eyes are then drawn upwards to her face and he finds himself getting lost in the sheer brilliance of her smile. Eyes bright with a playful energy. Jimin is sure he’s never seen anyone more captivating.

“Yeah I’m definitely in love.” He proudly shows off Amira’s picture to the rest of the group, relishing in the comments about how pretty she are. Jimin chooses to ignore Yoongi’s comment about how he wasn’t sure that she actually existed until he saw the picture. His heart flutters in his chest as he stares fondly at the picture on his screen. He’s so caught up in her beauty that he forgets that you have to actually reply to the text messages in order to keep a conversation going. Until his phone vibrates in his hand.

[Coffee Almost Bae]: OH MY GOD YOU THINK I’M UGLY DON’T YOU I KNEW THIS WAS A MISTAKE I HATE IT HERE 

Jimin’s eyes go wide as he realizes the unforeseen consequence that his awestruck staring has resulted in. The concerned questions from the other members roll off his back as he tries to fix the mess he made. The two extra concert tickets that he’d been holding for two of his friends suddenly come to mind. Frustrated with the way he keeps misspelling words in his haste, Jimin throws caution to the wind and hits the call button. He doesn’t know why he’s so desperate to fix this, especially since he just met this girl less than forty eight hours ago but he can’t deny the nerves coursing through him as he waits for Amira to answer the phone.

“Cameren, he thinks I’m ugly. I just know he does.” Amira whines and it’s nearly Cameren’s breaking point. She sighs frustratedly over the phone as she does her best not to yell at Amira for overthinking and sending herself into a panic. 

“This man saw you in an unforgiving barista uniform, bare-faced, at three in the morning and still somehow thought you were cute.” Cameren can hear Amira inhale to interrupt her but she powers through, giving her no option but to listen. “If he saw you looking like that then there’s now way he thought the picture you sent him was ugly so stop overreacting. He’s a fucking international superstar someone probably stopped him for an autograph or something. Or maybe he thinks you’re insane for losing your shit because he took more than five minutes to respond.”

On a more rational level, Amira knows that Cameren is right, but it’s not every day that a girl actually gets to live out their fantasy like this. So naturally, she’s insecure and full of nervous energy that is near impossible to get rid of. What if his sleep deprivation made him delirious? What if fully awake Jimin thinks he made a mistake? Cameren is still ranting when Amira’s phone beeps with another phone call. She pull the device away from her ear to see who it is and nearly choke on her own spit.

“He’s calling me! I gotta go.” She ends the call with Cameren and answer Jimin’s before her overactive nerves can convince her not to. The second Amira accepts the call, all that can be heard is Jimin apologizing profusely. Somewhere in there he mentions something about concert tickets and soundcheck and her brain decides to finally kick in to get some clarification.

When he finally starts speaking slow enough for her to understand him, Amira is stunned even further into silence. Front row tickets to their next concert with a primo soundcheck position? Yeah, there’s no way she could pass that up, but there is one issue. Their next concert is in Toronto. As if he can sense what she’s thinking, Jimin immediately offers to fly Amira and whoever she wants to bring with her to Toronto. The sound of raucous laughter in the background drowns out his next sentence, so she can only assume the rest of the group is giving him shit for that.

“I can’t let you do that, Jimin.” Amira already knows that Cameren is going to kill her for this when she fills her in later, but she doesn’t want him to feel like she’s using him for free stuff. He tries his absolute best to change her mind but Amira doesn’t let up. 

“At least promise me that last night won’t be the last time I see you.”

“I promise. Now go to sleep before I tell army you’re neglecting yourself because I can hear the exhaustion all in your voice.” Jimin laughs at her playful threat which makes her heart swell with pride at being the one to make him laugh like that. After being a fan for so long, Amira can perfectly picture the adorable way his eyes have probably scrunched closed as he laughs with his whole body. The reluctantly bid each other goodbye after Jimin makes her promise once more that they’ll meet again.

Months have passed since the day Jimin turned Amira’s life into a wattpad fanfiction and since then life has changed in numerous ways for both of them. Amira has gotten a new job. A new dog. A new house. Meanwhile, BTS has hopped from country to country playing to sold out stadiums. Broken fistfuls of records that established western acts admittedly balk at. And yet, despite all these changes, Jimin and Amira’s presence in each other’s lives has remained constant. Whether it be a funny meme he saw online, a FaceTime call at an indecent hour because time zones are weird, or even a postcard from whatever part of the globe BTS has ended up in. Despite their best efforts though, their late night conversation over coffee did not get the follow up that they’d promised to have. 

Amira is on her way back to work after meeting up with Cameren for lunch when she gets a text from Jimin. It’s a picture of what looks like a schedule for the upcoming month and it looks pretty empty save for a flight to LA on the fifth. The image is accompanied with several eye emojis and Amira connects the dots immediately. The second she returns to the office, she submits a request for two weeks of leave time. After snapping a picture of her screen, her fingers fly across the screen with a quick message to Jimin.

Amira hasn’t seen Jimin in person since that night at the coffee shop and that thought keeps her up at night as the days fly by. No matter how much careful planning they put in to try and see each other something always seemed to come up and foil whatever plans the two of them had concocted, but this time feels different. Like everything might actually fall perfectly into place. That brings up the question about how Amira is going to handle being face to face with Jimin again. All of his flirting and little pet names have been hard to handle over text but to be in the same room with him and keep her cool is going to be a new kind of challenge. He’s been very direct about what his feelings are and though she feels the same, Amira has been hesitant to reciprocate his romantic sentiments in fear that what she feels is rooted in her love for BTS as a fan. Cameren has been Amira’s saving grace with her pep talks but nothing could ever truly prepare her for the force of nature that is Park Jimin spending two uninterrupted weeks in her house. 

Jimin arrives in a whirlwind of designer luggage that he quickly tosses aside in favor of peppering kisses all over Amira’s face while she playfully attempts to fight him off. Her terrier Luna runs circles around the both of them in a frenzy at having a new friend to play with her. Amira’s heart is beating erratically in her chest as Jimin switches tactics, choosing to simply hold her close to him.

“Hello to you too, Ji-” His lips pressing against her own stops Amira’s sentence in its tracks. 

She’s always admired how soft his lips looked but to find out just how soft they actually are sends a rush of endorphins coursing through her. All of the qualms she’d had about falling for him melt away like ice cream in the summer sun. Her insecurities suddenly seem so significant as his lips mold against her own like they were meant to be there. A deep groan rattles Jimin’s chest when she gets over her initial shock and reciprocates. He tastes of strawberries and the faintest hint of mint when he explores her mouth with his expert tongue. Amira decides then and there that she would gladly die of suffocation if it meant she could kiss Jimin till she croaked.

They could’ve remained locked together for an indefinite amount of time if not for Luna tugging on Jimin’s pant leg with her teeth, demanding her fair share of his attention. He doesn’t hesitate to scoop the energetic fur ball into his arms, scratching behind one of her ears as Luna practically vibrates in his arms.

“I think this is the part where I tell you I’m in love with you and want to be your boyfriend.” He lifts Luna next to his face and Amira knows she’s in trouble. “Don’t you want to wake up to us every morning? At least for the next two weeks?”

“Kiss me again and you’ve got a deal, boyfriend.” 

[angelfacehobi]

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pairing: Namjoon x Reader (ft. Taehyung) genre: angst, poss future smut, future fluff word count: 
 song: Scared to be Lonely - Martin Garrix & Dua Lipa playlist

summary: When your marriage to Kim Namjoon hits a wall you can’t help but wish you could go back and redo everything. All the way back to the moment just before you dumped your high school boyfriend… the only other person you had ever loved. But waking up in your childhood bedroom was definitely a shock. Is this your chance to make a new life for yourself or have you made a horrible mistake?

You saw his jaw visibly lock. His eyes swelled with tears, yet to fall, at your harsh words.
 ‘why do we even bother any more’ you had spat at him. You stood frozen, your own face flushed as your adrenaline spiked. Fighting with Namjoon wasn’t a surprise anymore. You had both grown increasingly intolerant of each other but today was different. Not in the subject of the argument - which you couldn’t even remember anymore. It had since morphed into something toxic and so ugly that you were both simply throwing hatred at each other for no reason other then to incite more rage. 


Today was different for another reason, one you couldn’t put your finger on but you could feel it vibrating in the air around you as you couldn’t tae your eyes away from the tears in your husbands eyes.

Namjoon never cried. Happy or sad he had never cried in front of you. But here you stood, staring at him feeling the uneasy change in the air. You couldn’t help but think back to the last time the two of you had been truly happy together… it seemed so far away. A feeling that had been lost to the simple passage of time and an unwillingness to try… on both your parts.

A deep shuddering breath brought you out of your distressed reverie. 
“Maybe you’re right. It’s not even the fact that I don’t recognise you anymore” he laughed spitefully tears finally rolling down his cheeks. “I don’t know who I am anymore. This… this isn’t who I want to be… this isn’t who I was”. Namjoon spoke in a small voice and sadness twinged your heart. “I’m going to stay at my parents tonight… we’ll speak tomorrow”.

A part of you longed to comfort him, to apologise over and over and wrap your arms around his waist, burying your head into his neck like you’d done so many times before… but you couldn’t. 
Today was different. So that small part of you watched in horror from the inside when you scoffed, eyes devoid of any emotion as Namjoon left your marital home with an unspoken finality settling between the two of you.

You just stood there… in the foyer of your home. The wicked part of you remained unfeeling but the part of you that still loved your husband, uneasy as the tense air failed to dissipate.

You couldn’t take it anymore… if he wasn’t going to stay in this home. This cursed place which had, for a long time, been completely devoid of any joy or love. Why should you?

Ignoring the cold night air hitting your bare arms, you got into your car, not bothering to do up your seatbelt. Namjoon and you had this nasty habit of walking out on each other when things got tough…when arguments would get particularly bad… as counterproductive as you realised it was - escaping always made you feel better. And it always took you to the same place.
 Hygge. A small coffee shop turned bar that had been around since you were a teenager. You used to come here all the time when you were in high school and college… these days it was one of your few comforts as you fought through your marriage.

Things with Namjoon hadn’t always been so hopeless. You had gone to high school together… though you didn’t actually know him until you met ‘officially’ in college at orientation. Things had happened quickly for the two of you, marrying almost immediately after graduation. You had fallen fast and deep for Namjoon. He liked to joke he’d been in love with you since high school but you knew that was just him buttering you up. Neither of you had ever spoken a word to the other during high school. He was… socially challenged and you had been hopelessly in love with Taehyung. The most popular guy in your very small high school inside an even smaller town.

Taehyung.
 You had been so sure you’d spend the rest of your life with him. Until senior year… when you broke up with him. He was moving away to go to university in New York City. You didn’t want to be tied to someone so far away. Last you heard he had successfully launched his first clothing line.

You couldn’t help but wonder what would have happened if you hadn’t broken up with him? Would you have given in and followed him to New York? Would you be married right now? Children? So many what ifs… it was torture.

Pulling up to Hygge you parked in your usual spot. Sat in your usual booth and ordered your usual rum and coke before pulling out your phone… 3 missed calls and 1 text from Namjoon. 

You couldn’t bring yourself to read them or call him back, crippled by the fear of what you’d be confronted with. If Namjoon had told you he was sorry you would, without a doubt, return home to him. But if he was announcing that it was truly over… your heart clenched at the thought. You weren’t sure which reality would be worse… and so, ignoring the messages, you scrolled aimlessly, trying to find anything that would distract you.


Maybe what happened next was destiny. Maybe it was second chance. Or maybe it was just the universe’s fucked up way of confronting you with the reality you had always feared most.


No matter which, the events that follow this inexplicable occurrence would only end one way… 

Ughhh.
 Your head was throbbing, your throat was raw and your tongue felt fuzzy in your mouth. 
Ahh familiarity. You knew this feeling too well. You were well and truly hungover.
 If it weren’t for the smell of pancakes wafting into your room you wouldn’t have bothered opening your eyes… if it weren’t for the smell you would have remained in blissful ignorance for a little while longer. But temptation, and curiosity at the thought of Namjoon cooking - he who couldn’t boil water, got the better of you.

The smell was familiar, cinnamon and honey. 
You could have sworn it smelt exactly like the pancakes your mother would make for you every Wednesday before school. 
Opening your eyes, you blinked until the blurry sleep left and you were faced with, in all of its glory, your childhood bedroom.

Last you remembered your dad had told you he cleared most of your old belongings from the cramped room but as you sat up and looked around you found yourself face to face with all of your old posters, of celebrities you had worshipped and pictures of you and your high school friends. Confusion clouded your mind as you set off downstairs, looking for answers.

“Good morning sleepy head. You’re gonna have to eat these quick or you’ll be late”
. Your mothers soprano voice filled the space as you entered the kitchen and took a seat at the table. Thats when you knew something was very wrong… dread gripped your heart as you realised you were dreaming. You had to be dreaming.

Your mother had lived in a care home for the past 2 years… and she barely recognised you anymore. When shutting your eyes and willing yourself to wake up didn’t work you took a closer look at the woman in front of you, as she placed a stack of oddly familiar fluffy pancakes in front of you. It was definitely your mother. But younger. Less weathered. Her eyes were bright, shining and full of love… not the hopeless loneliness you had become accustomed to recently.

“Mom?” You spluttered. “Come on silly! Eat up and stop looking at me like I’m a complete stranger! Whats going on?” Her beautiful face contorted into concerned frown, her youthful hand reaching across the table to touch yours but you pulled back… afraid.
 This was a dream. You had already grieved the loss of your mother… don’t get attached. 


It’s. Just. A. Dream.

You coughed, finally finding your voice again. 
“Late?” You asked. 
“Gosh, I knew you were never a morning person but really, Y/N, you need to wake up!”
 Your mother paused before letting out an exasperated sigh. 
“You know, late for school, that thing you have to do five times a week!! So eat and get dressed before I send you off in your pyjamas!” She playfully jibed and you allowed yourself to take a second to bask in her warmth… something you had missed. 

The atmosphere she had always created was something you had cried about many times at night, longing to feelagain, while Namjoon tried to soothe you in his arms.
 Namjoon.
 You were almost thankful for this long dream… you didn’t want to wake up and face reality just yet.

Your mother stood, leaving you to eat but you stood too, abandoning the pancakes you hadn’t tasted in years, following your mother - tapping her lightly on the shoulder to get her attention.
 You couldn’t believe how real she felt…


“Whats wrong hunnie pie? Do you not feel well? I told you to put on a coat before going out last night but did you listen to me? No. You’re too busy chasing that boy arou-”. You wrapped your arms around her suddenly, unable and unwilling to stop yourself. 
Your head fit just under her chin and as she began to rub your back in soothing circles you breathed in deeply.  Vanilla and blossoms… a smell so sweet and familiar but… it made your heart break for your mother all over again. 


“I missed you mom…” your voice was thick with emotion as you clung to your mother even harder. “Oh baby… What do you mean?”
. You shook your head. 
“Y/N… whatever it is… you can tell me? Is it school? Is it Taehyung? Did he?”
“No” you croaked out “I just… I love you mom”.
 She gently laughed and rocked you gently, side to side, in her arms.
 “I love you too Y/N. Now. Lets stop this nonsense and get you to school okay? I’ll even give you a ride”
.

You nodded, eyes clenched shut, preparing for the dream to end yet still unable  let go of her, arms wrapped around her like a vice.

God, you missed this.

You were in disbelief. The car journey from your house to the high school was not a short one by any means and you had fully expected to have woken up by now. Instead you listened as your mother filled the silence with meaningless chatter about your upcoming exams and your plans for college. 
None of this mattered. You had already lived this. You had finished high school. Gone to university and graduated already. But you stayed quiet.

You’d never experienced ‘lucid dreaming’ but you could assume that thats what this was. 
Everything was so real. The way your childhood home looked new, no sign of paint cracking or floorboards coming up. The smell of your moms car was overwhelming with the cotton scent diffusers she always loved. Little things that you had even forgotten about like your dad slipping some money into your rucksack that morning, while your moms back was turned.

How your subconscious managed to conjure up these details and memories that you had long since forgotten about you had no idea. But in the moment it had made you happy. The warm comfort of your parents had faded away as you’d gotten older. You had made less of an effort to see them - even more so when your mother began to deteriorate.

At the time you had told yourself it was because you couldn’t bare to see them like that. You mother lost and your father lonely without her but living in your dreams reality had made you realise that while that may have been the goal - you had failed to remember the parts of them that you had longed to hold onto anyway.

You made a silent pact that when you awoke you would make it right… you only hoped it would be possible.

Ahh high school. 
It’s funny how the thing you used to loathe so much as an adolescent had become the part of your life you wished to reclaim. Much like your parents home, the unkempt school was born again. As your mom parked the car you stared ahead at the bright red bricks with white and purple school banners adorning them. Everything was exactly the way you remember from your past. Nothing was broken or ruined. It was all shiny and new.


“Have a good day sweetie” You felt your moms hand squeeze your shoulder lovingly as she prompted you out of the car. 
 Well, you thought, if this dream is going to go on for much longer… better take advantage of it. 


At least, before you wake up and have to face reality.

“Bye mom” you hesitated as you stepped out of the car “I love you”.

“So, did you do it?” Ade asked.


It had, at first, taken you by surprise to see your lifelong best friend standing at your side, 18 years old again. But you reminded yourself not to freak out like you had with your mom. This was just a dream. A fucking long one but a dream nonetheless.

Now you were standing at your locker - which Ade opened for you as she told you off for forgetting your code again. Apparently it was your birth year and the adult inside of you cursed your 18 year old self for being so naive. Everyone knows you don’t use your own birthday.

“Do what?” You replied, studying the timetable stuck to the inside of your locker… you had math first. You hated math.  Maybe you’ll wake up soon… you could only hope. 
But just in case you didn’t, you pulled your math book out of your locker.
 “You know?” She pressed vehemently under her breath “Did you break up with Tae? You did meet him before school right?” 
“Ah fuck! Watch it Y/N”. 
You had dropped the book onto Ades foot.
 “I’m sorry” you mumbled, picking it up again and shaking your head trying to clear your mind “What did you say?”. 
“Did you do it?”
 “No…”
 “What!” She shouted before looking around the hall sheepishly and returning to a hushed whisper “Did you change your mind? He’s still moving away after graduation right?”


Thats when you remembered. Today was the day you broke up with Tae. Ade and you had planned it so thoroughly on Friday the week previous. You had decided to do it on Wednesday for a number of reasons. It would give you a few days to come to terms with losing him and you could use Monday and Tuesday to distance yourself from him in school to lessen the blow. Wednesday was the day you had the least classes with him…just math.  | So you had decided you would meet him in the morning and skip first period so neither of you would be faced with seeing the other for at least a day.

And in your real life that had worked. The break was clean and easy. Tae understood your reasons and although you didn’t remain friends there was never anything malicious between the two of you.

But you hadn’t broken up with Tae. You spent the morning blissfully unaware and basking in your mothers presence…however real it may have been.
Unless…. 
“I gotta go” you said to Ade, ignoring your friends protests was you walked away from her, making a beeline for the bathroom and shutting yourself into a stall.

In Hygge you had wished over and over to be returned to this time… and that was the last thing you could remember…

Where you really here? Or is this just a fucked dream fuelled by your weepy bullshit at the café?
 You shut your eyes tight and pulled your knees to your chest hoping. Hoping this wasn’t real.
 Hoping it was?

[attheexactlyrighttimeandplace]

I didn't know until now that Deadline is hosting those exciting behind the scenes episodes where the actors, writers, directors and others members of the artistic team explain how they create the show.

If you loved like me episode 5 Partings, you will really enjoy this bonus.

This time the special guests are for the actors: Morfydd Clark (Galadriel),Charlie Vickers (Halbrand), Cynthia Addai-Robinson (Queen Regent Miriel), Trystan Gravelle (Pharazon), Ema Horvath (Earien), and Leon Wadham (Kemen)

The episode director Wayne Che Yip, writer Justin Doble, and composer Bear McCreary gave too some interviews.

My favorite parts:

When Charlie Vickers and Wayne Yip confirmed that Morfydd Clark and all the actors that played with her in the swords fight scene had done so much stunt rehearsal, when came the day of filming it, they did the entire scene without the help of the stunt actors, which allowed the director to make full shots of Morfydd instead of doing only close ups of her face to hide the fact it's not her.

Leon Wadham is so excited about playing Kemen, his relationship with Eärien and his father Pharazön! He gave a lot of insights about what Kemen thinks and what he wants, that changed my view on the character and his intentions."His" Kemen is more eager initially to follow his father's path and more selfish than i perceived him to be, thus Isildur's decision to save his life instead of running away shocked him: he saw it as something incredibly selfless and heroic.

Ema Horvath brings so many good insights about Eärien's attachment to Nùmenor, how her love for Isildur is linked to the fact that she already lost her mother and can't see her other brother.

Which brings the question: what about her father? Why isn't her relationship with Elendir more developed? They had one scene together long ago (episode 3), in which' their relationship didn't seem good. While he showed a strong support to Isildur's career to the point to force him to enroll in the Sea Guard, he was shocked that she submitted a new application to the Builder's Guild (she hide it from him probably because she feared he would discourage her, he was already convinced the Guild wouldn't reconsider its decision), and shouted at her when she tried to defend her brother. When they left for war, the crowd stopped her from reaching Isildur, which broke her heart, but nothing was showed or said about her feelings about Elendil'sdeparture (unless it was cut).

Everything that Bear McCreary said about the role of music in Tolkien's work and what it meant to him is like poetry (especially the part where he said he was already creating music for the LOTR universe in the back of his mind decades before being hired for the series). He's so attuned to Tolkien's work, so immersed in Howard Shore's soundtracks for the films and in Peter Jackson's adaptations, that contributing to the series is really a dream coming true for him, which explains why he reacts in such powerful and vibrant way to it.

I discovered his work on Battlestar Galactica (2005), the best Sci-Fi show ever made, and to say he fell deeply in love with this show and felt it in his bones wouldn't convey even enough how composing for BSG was intense for him. BSG soundtracks were his greatest work ever. I feel the same level of dedication here and it's moving.

The actors, writer and director are talking a lot also about Galadriel and Halbrand's relationship, so it's a good BTS episode for their fans too.

[chejiokas]

𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚊𝚐𝚎! ♡

hi hi!! my name is michelle, but i prefer to go by mish or zoya! 💗

i'm primarily a Fairy Tail writer who's slowly branching out to One Piece!!

love love LOVEEE fairy tail, one piece, winx club, and pokémon

huge fan of twice, lesserafim, bts, & more!!!

𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬. 📔

[❤︎] 𝐍���𝐍𝐄 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 — ʀᴏɢᴜᴇ ᴄʜᴇɴᴇʏ x ᴀꜱᴘᴇɴ ꜰᴜᴊɪᴏᴋᴀ (ᴏᴄ)

Nine years. 108 months. 469 weeks. 3,285 days. 78,840 hours. 4,730,400 minutes. 283,824,000 seconds. That's how long Aspen Fujioka waited for Rogue Cheney. 

Nine years. 108 months. 469 weeks. 3,285 days. 78,840 hours. 4,730,400 minutes. 283,824,000 seconds. That's how long Rogue Cheney believed Aspen Fujioka was dead.

Nine years. 108 months. 469 weeks. 3,285 days. 78,840 hours. 4,730,400 minutes. 283,824,000 seconds until that fateful moment. A moment that left anguish, bewilderment, and a slew of unanswered questions. The childhood sweethearts have crossed paths for the first time in nine years, leaving Rogue in denial and disbelief as Aspen confronts the shattered pieces of her broken past. It only gets worse as tensions between their guilds rise throughout the Grand Magic Games, a tournament for all guilds in Fiore to determine who is the best, leaving the two fumbling and desperately trying to make amends while fighting their prolonged hard feelings for each other. Through faith and trust as events of the future unfold, will Aspen Fujioka allow Rogue to recapture her heart as he once did when they were kids? Will Rogue Cheney take a chance with fate and let himself fall in love with Aspen? Finally, will Rogue and Aspen ever overcome their nine years of separation?

WATTPAD

AO3

[❤︎] 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔: 𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄 — "𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐗𝐄𝐒 & 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐒" — ᴍᴜʟᴛɪꜱʜɪᴘꜱ: ɴᴀʟᴜ, ᴀʟᴜᴄʟɪꜰꜰᴇ, ᴊᴇʀᴢᴀ, ɢᴀᴊᴇᴠʏ, ᴇᴛᴄ.

Something truly magical has happened to Lucy Heartfilia, a 16-year-old ordinary girl, who discovers she is a mage with extraordinary magical powers. With the help of the Princess of Avalon, Cana Alberona, she enrolls in the finest mage school in all the realms, Fairy Tail. It's a whole new world. New friends. New classmates and roommates. New and attractive guys in very appealing uniforms. New enemies. 16 will never be the same for Lucy Heartfilia.

WATTPAD: TBD

AO3

[❤︎] 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃 — ᴍᴏɴᴋᴇʏ ᴅ. ʟᴜꜰꜰʏ x ꜱᴏʟᴇɴᴀ ᴛꜱᴜᴋɪꜱʜɪʀᴏ (ᴏᴄ)

Curly Dadan had sent Ace and Luffy to Mt. Colubo for one reason and one reason only: dinner. She hadn't anticipated them bringing back a whole person, much less a young girl with black feathered wings, a fire plume on her upper back, silvery white hair, and fiery red eyes.

WATTPAD: TBD

AO3

[stylesnews]

A year ago, the guitar was in dire straits. With songs like Travis Scott’s “Sicko Mode,” Ariana Grande’s “7 Rings,” Lizzo’s “Truth Hurts” and Panic! At the Disco’s “High Hopes” among the most consumed of 2019, programmed beats and horns were the sonic flavors of popular music. Sure, there were outliers — the Jonas Brothers’ “Sucker,” Maroon 5’s “Memories” and Post Malone’s “Circles” among them — but as the rock and alternative genres embraced artists like Billie Eilish, whose innovative music made the traditional band approach feel outdated, the days of chords and solos seemed numbered if not headed towards irrelevance.

Then came the coronavirus pandemic and things changed. Forced to perform from home or in rooms not intended for live music during lockdown, many artists went back to basics and out came the trusty six-string. For iHeartRadio’s “Living Room Concert for America” in March, Foo Fighters’ Dave Grohl played an acoustic Guild on “My Hero”; Billie Joe Armstrong from Green Day strummed to his band’s “Boulevard of Broken Dreams”; and even Eilish, with her collaborator brother Finneas, sang her hit “Bad Guy” accompanied by only a Fender acoustic. Other benefit livestreams like Global Citizen’s “One World Together At Home” event saw the Rolling Stones, Keith Urban and Shawn Mendes strip down their hit songs for unplugged versions. And in April, Miley Cyrus delivered an emotional cover of Pink Floyd’s “Wish You Were Here” on “Saturday Night Live” with Andrew Watt, himself a COVID survivor, on guitar.

At the same time, there was an electric guitar solo being heard on one of the most-played songs in the United States. Harry Styles’ “Adore You,” which has logged 1.1 million radio spins in 2020, according to Mediabase, and has been streamed more than 400 million times, per Alpha Data, features the playing of Kid Harpoon (real name: Tom Hull), Styles’ friend and producer, who handled the guitar parts for much of the Brit’s excellent “Fine Line” album, released in Dec. 2019. As it turns out, the melody of the solo, which also serves as the bridge to “Adore You,” was first hummed by Styles for Hull to emulate. “I did it with my mouth into a microphone,” Styles told Variety in October. “And then Tom sent me this video trying to get it to sound the same. He spent a couple of hours getting it.”

Why include a guitar solo when most pop songs would never dare? “I feel it’s kind of like ‘La La Land’ saving jazz  — only for rock ‘n’ roll,” Styles cracked when posed with the question. But more seriously speaking, Variety‘s Hitmaker of the Year added: “I’m not a spearheader of the movement, like, ‘Let’s bring back guitars.’ There’s plenty of times when [a song] doesn’t sound better with a guitar, and you don’t use it. But a lot of the references I grew up with have guitars; and it’s the first instrument I played, so it makes sense that I would like the sound of them more. I don’t think the guitar is dying. Guitars are great and always have been.”

In fact, guitar sales in 2020 have been robust. Music retailer Sweetwater reports more than 50% year-over-year growth in guitar purchases, with even larger increases during the peak COVID months of April, May and June “when customers most likely hunkered down to practice and create music after watching all of the streaming video they could handle,” according to a rep for the Indiana-based company.

The spike extended to other string instruments as well, which saw growth of more than 70% year-over-year in the price range of $299 or lower. The metric indicates that “new players are joining the fold,” says Sweetwater, which has been in business for over four decades and operates online. (Competitor Guitar Center, with more than 250 physical locations in the U.S., did not fare as well, filing for Chapter 11 bankruptcy protection last month.)

Even in the virtual world, learning to play an instrument has taken off during lockdown. The platform Yousician, which provides interactive learning for guitar, bass, ukulele, piano and voice, currently reigns as the No. 1 app for music instruction while its sister product, GuitarTuna, is tops for guitar tuning.

Ask current writers and producers working in pop and hip-hop about their process and you soon learn that an acoustic guitar is often the beginning or the essence of a hit song. Among Variety‘s 2020 Hitmakers, the trio of Taz Taylor, Charlie Handsome and KC Supreme credited a guitar loop as the foundation for Trevor Daniel’s “Falling.” For Maren Morris’ “The Bones,” producer Greg Kurstin noted: “The first thing I noticed was Jimmy Robbins’ guitar hook; I wanted to keep the song rooted in that.”

“So many hit songs from 2020 started with a acoustic or electric guitar, whether it be a melody line or simple progression,” says songwriter and producer Jenna Andrews, whose recent credits include BTS’ “Dynamite” and Benee’s “Supalonely.”

And often, those guitar-based foundations remained through the finished product — for instance, 24KGoldn’s “Mood,” with its impossibly catchy sun-kissed guitar riff, and Powfu’s “death bed (coffee for your head).”

“I know it sounds kinda old school, but I love it when a well-recorded acoustic pops off on the radio,” says Sam Hollander, whose hits include the aforementioned “High Hopes” and Fitz and the Tantrums’ “HandClap.” “The bulk of my songs tend to be born on guitar. Without that foundation, the lyrics and melodies never really emote the heartbeat and emotion that I’m trying to dial in. There’s just a general warmth to it that’s hard to replicate. It’s like the warmest chocolate chip cookie.”

“I think the prevalence of guitar in 2020 has a lot to do with hip-hop producers using more emo and punk-rock influences,” offers Angie Pagano, whose AMP management company represents Tommy Brown (Ariana Grande, Blackpink) and Mr. Franks, among others. “Juice Wrld really helped bring this into the mainstream over the last few years. We’re seeing a great blend of emo and trap these days.”

Indeed, the year’s most-consumed hits leaned hip-hop — Roddy Ricch’s “The Box” landed at No. 1 on the Hitmakers list with Future and Drake, Jack Harlow and Megan Thee Stallion in the Top 10 — but even DaBaby’s “Rockstar,” the No. 3 song of the year, referenced a guitar in its chorus, albeit alongside mention of a Glock pistol. That visual may go against what Hollander calls “the Kumbaya vibe of the guitar,” but the song still features an acoustic strum at its core.

In the case of Styles’ 2020 successes, which also include the ubiquitous “Watermelon Sugar,” his producer further explained that, while aware of what was reacting on the charts at the time they were recording, Styles wasn’t about to chase the trends. Said Tom Hull: “We [thought], we can’t play the commercial game in terms of what’s happening right now. What we can do is make music that really resonates with us. There’s no blueprint. You just have faith. We love records from the ’70s and ’80s; weird prog rock music that might be a seven-minute instrumental; then you’re listening to Shania Twain, like, ‘This is awesome, too.’ The goal was to make something we will always love, and if it completely flops commercially, at least we know we love it. We have that.”

[jingabitch]

Armed to the Fangs ch.12

SUMMARY: you grew up in the hunter’s guild, understanding that it is your sacred duty as a hunter to protect humanity from the vampires that lurk in the dark, draining the life from anyone unlucky enough to be caught. while making the rounds one night, you encounter taehyung, a fabled born vampire - not that you know that when he tries to entice you into a dark alley. next thing you know, you’re kidnapped and taken to their home, where you realise that all of them somehow crave your blood and seem to know more about your past than you do. finding out about where you came from might be the key to setting humanity free.

PAIRING: eventual ot7 x reader

WARNINGS: some description of violence, angst, pining, some shit goes down

RATING: T - slightly M-ish?

WORD COUNT: 3.2k

A/N: I have a new beta, @hesperantha​ , as Kura is no longer writing for BTS and has left her blog. :)

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If you’d thought that Hoseok’s attitude would change towards you after you’d saved his life, you were sadly mistaken. He immediately retreated back into his own room, only leaving to seek you out when he needed to feed. In some ways, you felt like a walking Capri-sun.

You didn’t let it bother you too much – after all, the others were more than willing to entertain you. Yoongi was teaching you piano, Jin was teaching you how to cook, and so on. You’d taken Namjoon’s advice to start exploring new things while you were still living with them, and he was right – all of them were so knowledgeable in the areas they were interested in that it was like talking to encyclopedias. It made sense, of course, since they’d all been around for so long that they’d been able to experience the evolution of their various fields firsthand.

It was only now that you had all the time in the world to learn about different things that you realized how empty your life had been in the Guild. It had been all you knew for the past twenty-odd years of your life. Life had been little more than learning the Code, physical training and all the emergency skills you would need. You’d held a gun before you held a pen for the first time.

With so much time now, you wondered what your life would have been like if you hadn’t been orphaned and taken in by the Guild. Maybe you would have become a writer, or a doctor.

Then again, everything came back to the fact that everyone lived in fear because of the vampires that roamed the night. Hardly anyone could be found on the streets at night, and even during the day, no one dared walk too close to the dark alleys where the vampires hid out. In a different life, one where you hadn’t had the benefit of extensive hand-to-hand combat training and a gun, you might not even have lived to adulthood.

With a sigh, you wrapped the throw around yourself more tightly as you frowned down at the book you were holding. Namjoon had recommended this, but somehow you weren’t in any mood to read, caught up in your maudlin thoughts.

The knock on the door provided a welcome distraction, and you shut the book as you called out, “It’s open.”

Hoseok stepped into your room, closing the door quietly behind him.

“Oh, you’re hungry again, aren’t you?” you said, thinking back to the last time he’d sought you out.

He nodded, and padded silently over to you. All of the vampires walked without making any sort of noise, and it had creeped you out a little at first, but you were getting used to it now.

The smell of blood, on the other hand, still made you nauseated. You usually held your breath for as long as possible while Hoseok was feeding, and he was considerate enough to close the wounds immediately after he was done. Still, this might never become your favourite activity.

That wasn’t an absolute no, though, because you had to admit to yourself as Hoseok came to sit next to you on the couch that the feeding was an almost erotic activity. The way he had to draw close, put his mouth on your neck… the line between prey and partner tended to blur in that instant.

It was ridiculous, you knew, and certainly a consequence of being touch-starved here at the manor. Back at the Guild, physical intimacy was just a way to scratch an itch, and hookups among the hunters were common. After all, none of you really expected to be able to get married, have kids, or any of that stuff – death in combat was the norm. Why not enjoy the time you had on this earth?

You swallowed as Hoseok sat down next to you, perched sideways on the couch. Putting your book aside, you turned to face him, trying your best to regulate your breathing and heart rate. It was all easier if you remained calm, you’d found out quickly.

Still, you couldn’t help but grit your teeth as your eyes followed his hand, reaching out to touch your neck. His skin was warm against yours, and he ran his thumb along the side of your throat, gently tracing his favoured spot.

As he leaned in, you tipped your head back to give him more room, your eyes focusing on the ceiling as your hands clenched into fists in your lap. This was normal for your feeding sessions, and initially it had been to stop yourself from pushing him away, but now you did it to hold yourself still so you didn’t do something asinine like pull him closer, which was guaranteed to make things awkward. After all, even though he was the only one bonded to you in this way, Hoseok was still by far the most aloof of the vampires.

He got close enough that you could feel his breath on your neck, and you sank your teeth into your lower lip to prevent any moaning, although you couldn’t quite stop the shaky breath you let out.

“I’m going to bite you now,” Hoseok murmured in a low voice, conscientiously warning you in the instant before it happened.

The subsequent feedings had been nothing like the first time, when he’d been almost savage in his hunger. He was gentle almost to a fault as he cradled the back of your neck to keep you from moving, carefully puncturing your skin with his teeth – and okay, this part did hurt a little, but no more than the blood donations you’d made every couple of weeks to the Guild infirmary – and then drinking. With how soft his lips were on your neck, you could almost forget what he was actually doing. You sank back into the couch cushions as he drank, feeling a little weak and dizzy… not that you hated it, the lightheadedness making you feel like you were floating, and it was only Hoseok, his body braced over yours, that was keeping you grounded.

When he was done and slid his tongue up your neck, over the puncture wounds, you couldn’t hold back the soft whimper, or the way your hands automatically flew to him, settling over his sides as your fingers curled into the fabric of the shirt he was wearing. It was like in that instant, instinct overruled all reason.

A second later, you realized what you’d done, and your cheeks burned as you yanked your hands away from him. He sat up and away from you, determinedly avoiding eye contact with you.

“Right, uh, I guess that’s that, then,” you said with forced cheer, trying to break the awkward silence that fell over the room.

“Yes, thank you,” Hoseok responded, standing up stiffly, his arms locked by his sides. He bowed perfunctorily then made his escape as quickly as possible.

Finally alone now, you let out a gusty sigh and tilted your head back to rest against the back of the couch, staring up at the ceiling without really taking anything in.

How horrifyingly humiliating, you thought, shutting your eyes tightly and cringing. How could you have exhibited such a stunning lack of control?

Still, even though you didn’t want to admit it, you felt the ghost of his touch even till now. His body under your hands had been warm and solid; his gentle touch on your neck made your skin tingle.

There was definitely something there that shouldn’t be present.

-------------------------------------------

It was like something clicked in your head that day, and for the first time, you realized that you were living with seven incredibly attractive men. It was terribly distracting too, especially since you were now spending more time in close proximity with them. Piano lessons with Yoongi, cooking with Jin, working out with Jungkook (it shouldn’t have surprised you that they had a full gym in the manor, but you’d been wowed by how comprehensive the equipment was anyway) – all these activities filled your nights with so much learning and joy that you’d never experienced at the Guild.

As the summer months stretched on, you took to sunbathing in the gardens sometimes during the day, after realizing that you were starting to get unhealthily pasty and were surely well on your way to a serious vitamin D deficiency. You were settling quite nicely into your life of leisure, you thought. Behind the manor gates, it was easy to pretend that none of the horrors happening right outside your little oasis were actually real. Instead, you occupied yourself with zoning out while watching Yoongi’s fingers dance across the keys of his grand piano, imagining all the nasty things his dexterous fingers could be doing to you instead, or watching Jungkook do deadlifts while shirtless.

One of your favourite things to do, however, was watch Jin cook in the kitchen. Not only did he make the tastiest food you’d ever tasted – not that you had much of a frame of reference – but watching him move around the kitchen, the muscles underneath his shirt rippling as he chopped vegetables or flipped the food in the pan, was strangely both soothing and arousing. It felt like domesticity, like home, like something you’d never even thought was within the realm of possibility for you when your life had been about killing as many vampires as possible before one got you too.

Would it really be okay, you wondered, leaning against the island in the kitchen as you watched Jin make something called mala stir fry, if you just embraced what was in front of you now? Put down the burden of protecting the people of Seoul from the vampires and just… what? Engaged in an orgy with all seven of them? Get passed around between them, one for every day of the week?

“I can hear your brain back there,” Jin said as he poured the mixture of spices into the wok. The smell of the Szechuan peppers immediately wafted up, and you sneezed a few times before sniffling.

“Can’t hear anything over the sound of me sneezing,” you bit back, and he laughed, impervious to the spice that was currently making your nose itch and your eyes water.

“Come try it,” he invited, scooping a piece of mushroom out of the wok and holding it out for you. You came to stand next to him, your hip leaning against the counter, and he held the spatula in front of your face.

“This is good,” you mumbled around the morsel of food, feeling your tongue and lips tingle and turn numb from the spice. You swallowed, then piped up again. “You know this is way too much food for one person though, right?” you asked, looking down at the food in the wok.

Jin followed your gaze back down then sighed, his shoulders slumping. “I keep forgetting,” he complained. “It’s so hard to cook for just one person.”

You laughed. “You’ve always been a vampire, haven’t you? How many people were you cooking for before?”

“Oh, tons,” he said, running his spatula through the wok. “Back in the day I had a restaurant, and people would line up ‘round the block to taste my food. It was the best,” he sighed wistfully.

“How come you stopped?” you asked, peering up at him as you held the tip of the spoon to your mouth, trying to get the last of the sauce. It really was addictive.

Immediately, Jin’s body language changed. His expression grew shuttered and his shoulders seemed to draw up closer to his ears, as if he was stressed. “A lot of things changed,” he muttered evasively.

Curious, you wanted to ask more questions, but he turned off the flame and started plating the stir fry. “Can you get the rice?” he asked, still facing the counter and not looking at you.

“All right.” You opened the rice cooker and scooped out the rice into a bowl, but you couldn’t forget about his mysterious words and the way his entire demeanor had changed. A vampire having a restaurant? That thought sounded too ludicrous to even imagine, but why would Jin lie to you?

Come to think of it, sometimes the boys would absently refer to a time “before” and drop references to a world that had been so different. Travelling, owning businesses, socializing with humans… what had changed? What was going on?

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You were still mulling over it a week later. Before, you’d have picked up your phone and texted Jennie about it, asking what she thought about the whole situation, but now you sensed that was no longer an option. Instead, you turned the problem over and over in your mind, trying to examine it from all angles.

It was hard, though. You didn’t have much practice solving puzzles beyond the most efficient way to dispatch an attacking vampire.

Still, your focus on Jin’s mysterious words from that night meant that you weren’t focusing on other things, like the fact that you’d had an apparently uncontrollable craving for chocolate ice cream two nights ago, or the slight tenderness of your chest.

Could anyone blame you? You’d been on birth control that suppressed your period for the past few years, to minimize the disruption to your training and hunting schedule. Nothing put a mark on your back like blood leaking out of your vagina in the middle of the street while you were trying to be stealthy, after all.

You were going to regret missing all the signs soon, though.

As you felt safer in the manor, you’d started arming yourself less when you left the room. First the knives in your boots went, then the rifle on your back, and the various guns you’d kept in your coat and strapped to your thighs, one by one. Now you only kept a small revolver on you, more out of habit than anything else. Old habits died hard, after all, and you hadn’t been without a weapon since you were a child.

Dinner – or maybe breakfast? – with all of the boys (sans Hoseok, who usually ate… separately) was an almost nightly affair, and you’d come to enjoy the experience. Maybe it was something that the families from the books you’d read shared, you always thought, and the thought of doing something so normal made the lost little girl inside you happy.

This evening, you were dressed in your usual ensemble of a black T-shirt and black skinny jeans, and as you strapped your hip holster on, you thought absently that maybe you should get some new clothes. Now that everything in your closet didn’t have to be so functional, you could get some cute, pretty outfits, maybe something colourful…

With a small smile at your reflection, you turned and walked out of your room.

The boys were already gathered in the dining room when you got there, and you smiled at them as you walked over to your seat. You’d been smiling more recently, Jimin noted, the tension in your shoulders loosening gradually as you became more comfortable around them.

As elated as he was by the thought, he wondered darkly how quickly you would run if you found out that every single one of them could hear your heart beating in your chest, the quiet sound of the blood rushing through your veins, coming so tantalizingly close to the surface of your skin in your neck, your wrists…

Still, he managed to keep the hunger from darkening his gaze as it followed you to your seat. He wasn’t the worst off of his brothers, and he looked over, concerned, at Jungkook. The youngest was the one having the most trouble, and everyone was concerned about him, but he seemed to be holding it together fine for now.

“Hi everyone,” you chirped as you pulled your chair out. Right before you sat down, though, a little glob of blood slid out of you, soaking into your panties. You didn’t notice at first, but the others sure did.

Jungkook, the worst off, immediately turned his head towards you, his nostrils flaring as he stared you down like a predator. Startled by the sudden movement, you looked over at him, your hands still braced on the table as you prepared to sit. “Jungkook-ssi, what’s wrong?” you asked, your brow furrowing in concern. He didn’t look so good, with his clenched jaw and wide eyes.

“Fuck,” he snarled as he launched himself across the table at you. Startled yells sounded from around the table as the others realized what was happening, but none of them were close enough to stop him immediately.

In a flash, you’d scrambled away, knocking the chair over in the process. “Jungkook, stop!” you screamed, abruptly terrified. He always seemed so harmless and lovable despite his hulking size, with his big doe-like eyes and wide grins, but now you saw the apex predator that he was.

He didn’t even blink in response, and your gun was in your hand in the next second. When the appearance of your weapon didn’t even slow him down, you fired a warning shot into his shoulder, unable to bring yourself to go for a fatal shot immediately.

He paused slightly, a pained snarl crossing his face as his opposite hand came up to cradle his injured shoulder. Then he readjusted, his gaze focusing on you once again with laser-sharp intent.

“Stop,” you said, your trembling hand moving the gun up. The next shot would hit him between his eyes. You could feel your heart pounding in your ears, the adrenaline coursing through your veins as the years of training that you’d thought were becoming obsolete in your new life roared back. The instinct to squeeze your fingers and end it warred with your memories of Jungkook, acting like a cute, innocent boy, so human, so like someone you had to protect. He was almost on top of you when you finally pulled the trigger, closing your eyes tight.

There was a loud thud, and then a moment of silence. You opened your eyes, lowering your arm to your side, your revolver dangling loosely from your lax grip. You expected to see Jungkook – or what was left of him, anyway – lying on the floor in front of you, his head exploded and a huge mess on the carpet.

Instead, you saw him on the ground, struggling against his brothers who were holding him down, still snarling and snapping at you.

“Y/n-ie, are you okay?” Taehyung, who was still standing next to you, reached out to touch your shoulder, but you flinched away from him, looking pale.

“Oh, God,” you breathed shakily, dropping the gun on the floor. It hit the carpet with a soft thud. “Holy fuck.”

Jin stood up, releasing Jungkook’s torso, and disentangled himself from his brothers, getting to his feet in front of you. He was the one who’d tackled Jungkook, you noted numbly. You could tell from his earlier position. “Y/n, you look pale,” he said, ducking down slightly to look more carefully at you.

You took a step back, putting some distance between the two of you. Then, without a word, you fled the dining room, sprinting back to your room and slamming the door shut behind you.

It was only when the door was shut, bolted, and barricaded with a chair that you felt safe, sinking onto the floor. Injeolmi meowed at you as he padded over, and you patted him absently.

You’d made the mistake of letting your guard down around them, and it had almost cost you your life.

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PWYL’s 2020 Masterlist

Just as I did last year, I’ve made this list for those who wish to look through the stories I’ve written over 2020! I’ve organised it that some things will be linked and others will take you to the group masterlist (because if I linked everything, the links wouldn’t all work).

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SERIES (12)

Reconciliation - Jaebum (GOT7)

Down By The Lake - Daehyun / Yongguk (B.A.P) 

10 Dates - Suho (EXO)

What A Tease - GOT7 (18+)

Band Sessions - DAY6

Bloodstone - Namjoon (BTS)

MonX Hospital - Monsta X

Forsaken - Jinyoung (GOT7)

Labelling Love - Eunwoo (ASTRO)

To Be Continued - Brian (DAY6)

Idol Advent 2020 - various idols

COLLABS (6)

Guardian - with @goodnightkisseu​ + @this-song-thats-only-for-you​

Mistletoe Manor: The Epilogues - with @noona-clock​

The Writer’s Guild - with 6 other GOT7 writers (listed in collab masterlist!)

Christmas In July - with @this-song-thats-only-for-you​

Love In Four Ways - with @jackiejacks923​, @noona-clock​ + @this-song-thats-only-for-you​

Christmas Is - with 4 other writers (listed in collab masterlist!)

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Be Mine

Boys and Girls

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Worth The Break In

Mr Monday

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Sensory Overload

Indecent

B.A.P (1) Masterlist HERE

A Bad Dream

BTS (3) Masterlist HERE

Do My Best

Just An Hour More

Forbidden Apple

CNBLUE (2) Masterlist HERE

The Book That Started It All

Jet Ski

DAY6 (8) Masterlist HERE

Friends To Lovers

How To Love

Out Of The Storm

Friday Night

The Singing Man

The Best Partner

Expensive

Thirteen Moons

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A Novel Idea

Bonding Session

Building Memories

Invested

Recharge

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Voice of Reason

Maybe

Fundamental

Heaven

The Devil Contained

The Catch

The Writers Guild: BamBam

Yellow Bells

Inferior

Anywhere

A Good Excuse

Thanks To You

Altered Dreams

Birthday Tears

Bag of Tricks

The Monster’s Witch

Peach and Pear

Something For You

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Out of Options

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Loyal

This Is Why I Married You

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Housemate Lottery

You, Idiot

Guardian: Hand-Picked

Love Standards

That’s It?

Love and War

A Little More Than Nothing

More Than A Lifetime

Infiltrate

Again

Collecting Excuses 

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An Opportunity

More Than Reliable

Chaos and Coffee

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Saving Ruins

SEVENTEEN  (5) Masterlist HERE

Reading Abilities

Bothered

Someone Special

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After School Hours

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First Impressions

Enamoured

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Great Lengths

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Heart and Home

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Stone Cold | 4

(GIF credit: @rapmunstar )
 pairing: hoseok x reader ft namjoon genre: angst, fluff word count: 3K chapter song: Cecilia & the Satellite - Andrew McMahon in the Wilderness playlist

A/N: this is Y/N’s trip summary so far! Fiji (2 weeks) Buenos Aires (2 weeks) Rio de Janeiro (2 weeks) 
Casablanca (2 weeks)
Madrid (2 weeks) Barcelona (2 days since arrival at start)
 Next up is Monaco

Your toes stretched further into the warm sunlight, rubbing against the soft blanket of the sofa as you pulled your arms above your head - loosening stiff muscles after taking an indulgent ‘siesta’.
 You had arrived in Barcelona two days ago and it was quickly becoming your favourite city on the journey thus far - although you had thought this of everywhere you’d gone.


It had been 3 months since you left your home. 
2 months since you found out Hoseok was single.
 1 month since you told Jin to stop talking to you about him.

Hearing that Hoseoks new relationship had ended made you feel conflicted.
 The turmoil you had felt at hearing the news, the relentless questions and wondering is what made you put your foot down. You didn’t want the answers to your questions and you were hell bent on making sure you never got them.

This helped. Eventually thoughts of Hoseok thinned and you had Namjoon to thank for that.
 Travelling with him was like nothing you’d ever done. The beauty he had brought you was something you’d never be able to give back to him - beauty not only in the places he took you but in himself. You loved the way his face lit up when he talked about a cities history. The way he poked fun at your silly habits and mannerisms. The way he comforted you in the days following your fight with Hoseok. Namjoon was your family now. You couldn’t imagine… or even bear to think about life without him.

FIJI: 68 DAYS AGO.

Uncontrollable laughter continued to bubble up from your chest as you snapped more pictures while Namjoon clumsily attempt to unravel the pacific boa from his arm and back to the handler.
 You knew coming to Kula Eco Park was a good idea. Namjoon had fought you on it but he got his hike up Mount Tomanivi yesterday so you had been determined to get him here.


“Cute animals!! The perfect way to recover from that hell walk you sent me on yesterday!”


You, of course, had convinced him that it was the right choice for your fourth day in Fiji and boy, were you right. You were having so much fun, Namjoons natural awkwardness bringing you out of the pathetic obsessing and constant lurking on social media which had become a staple activity in your trips downtime. You were still giggling as Namjoon led you towards the water slides, throwing a lighthearted glare at you on the way.

The trip, so far hadn’t been what you thought it would be. 
The aforementioned obsessing had made it extremely difficult to stop thinking about Hoseok… rendering your running away from him a moot point. You were supposed to be moving on and Namjoon loved to remind you of this fact every time he caught you staring at a certain someones social feed - cute couple pictures making you grind your teeth in anger.

One thing you were thankful for was Namjoons respect for your ground rules. Their weren’t many. And you had kept it simple.  

Separate sleeping arrangements. Veto power on destinations. No sex.

That night with Namjoon was good… but it hadn’t come from a healthy place and you were in no state, emotionally, to be getting involved with anyone. You had made it clear how important it was that you both remain friends, strictly platonic and he had made it clear how important it was for him, that you feel comfortable at all times.

The sun had gone down before either of you realised you had spent your whole day at the Eco Park. And, arriving back at your overwater bungalow, you still found yourself in awe of the beauty of where you were staying. 

The blue water seemed luminescent at night, the moist heat in the air making everything dewy, the silence was unbroken except for the occasional song from a Crimson Shining Parrot - which Namjoon had enthusiastically informed you was in fact the species making that sound on your first night. You, in turn, had teased him for being a big nerd and he, in turn, blushed and subconsciously pushed his glasses up his nose.

The two of you entered your temporary home, slowing down as you reached your respective bedrooms. 
“So,” Namjoon started, stopping you before you entered your room “Snorkelling tomorrow, yeah?”
 “Yeah”
 Namjoons hand reached to rub behind his neck, a quirk you had noticed whenever he seemed unsure or nervous. 
“Have you ever done it before?” 
“Never” 
“You’ll like it. The visibility is amazing in these waters”
. You nodded, pursing your lips and dropped your hand from your bedroom door.
“Well, I better go… sleep”
 “Yeah” he smiled, his goofy crooked grin stretching along his face “Goodnight Y/N” 
“Goodnight Namjoon”.

You remember not sleeping a wink that night. The humidity had been suffocating and it wasn’t long before your sheets were damp with sweat. 
You groaned in frustration before jolting upright and heading to your ensuite bathroom to shower - the cold water relieving you from the stifling heat, however temporarily.


Water. You thought, giving yourself a firm nod of affirmation before you headed out of your room.

“Can’t sleep either?”
 “FUCK” your hand clutched your chest, heart thumping so hard you were sure it was going to burst. Namjoons voice from behind you had taken you by surprise.
 “Woah, Y/N” he chuckled “I didn’t mean to scare you… I was just coming to get something to drink”.


Namjoon walked past you, making a beeline for the fridge and pulling out a jug of water. 
You could see droplets of condensation running down the jug as the cold water met hot air and suddenly your mouth felt like sandpaper. Dry as all hell. So you could have cried for joy when Namjoon poured two glasses, handing one over to you.

“Thank you” you said reverently between several large gulps which resulted in a sigh of relief as you drained the glass. 
“The heat is crazy tonight huh?”
 he spoke, filling the silence. You nodded and looked at your feet, still finding yourself unsure of what to say to Namjoon - as you had been earlier. 


While talking to Namjoon was easy for the most part it wasn’t often you found time to interact outside of your travelling activities… if you weren’t out exploring together then you were resting or on the phone to Jin and Alice while he was either reading or out hooking up with locals…

This was really the first time you had found yourself faced with Namjoon without having anything in particular to do or say since the morning he made you pancakes… weirdly you had felt a lot more confident that morning.

“Relax Y/N… You look like you’re about to bust a gut from thinking too hard” he teased. 
“I’m sorry. I’m just… I should go to bed” “Stay” 
You frowned. He wanted you to stay? Did he not sense the awkward atmosphere at all?
 “It’s just-“ he continued “We haven’t been able to get to know each other very well yet… and we’ve been here for four days. I know it would make your friend feel a lot better if you actually knew me” he interjected playfully.


He was right though. Jin had been upset to hear from Hoseok you were leaving. And even less pleased when he heard you were, for all intents and purposes, running away with a perfect stranger.


“Fine. What do you suggest?” You smiled, plopping yourself down on the nearest sofa - Namjoon following you and sitting on the floor in front of you, resting an elbow beside you on the sofa.
 “20 questions?” He offered, smiling when you agreed and motioned for him to start.
 “Whats your favourite colour?”
 You shook your head “Seriously?” 
“Hey! Favourite colour says a lot about a person!” He defended. “Fine. It used to be purple but since coming here I think it’s orange” 
Namjoons brow quirked, expecting more from you.
 “Orange like sunsets? They’re so beautiful here… Why? What does orange say about me?”
 Namjoon shrugged, “I don’t know. I just know it says a lot” 
“You’re such an idiot” you rolled your eyes “Okay, my turn. And I’m going to ask a real question”.

“Lay it on me”
 “How did you find yourself travelling the world?“
 Namjoons soft smile faltered slightly as he straightened his back. 
“Ah, thats a complicated story. A long story”. “We have time” you prompted. 
“You remember I told you my mom is sick right?”
 You nodded.
 “Well it was- … She’s in a coma. And has been for a couple of years now… car accident, drunk driver… all that”.
 “Oh my- Namjoon. I’m so sorry! You don’t have to talk about it, I’m sorry I asked” you put your hand on his shoulder, rubbing comfortingly. His eyes wouldn’t meet yours but you could see the sadness… and the utter loneliness in them. “No. I don’t mind telling you. Not too mention… if I answer this that means I can ask you what I really want to know without feeling too bad” his tone changed back to the playful Namjoon you had grown accustomed to and you pursed your lips, glaring at him pseudo-suspiciously.


“Theres not much to tell really. The doctors say she is showing all the signs that point towards her waking up… we just have to wait. But, as for travelling. My father…was never the most loving man. He never really wanted a child but he loves my mother more than anything… and she wanted a kid. But after the accident… and when we found out she wasn’t waking up…” 
Namjoon paused, taking a deep shaky breath and you could see his eyes glistening.
“He just flipped. He wouldn’t stop shouting at me. It was my fault my mom was in the car that day… I fucking guilted her into picking me up from my stupid fucking job”.

The tears that had been building up now fell, hard and fast. You squeezed his shoulder, reminding him you were there but at a loss as for what to say or how to comfort him. “So I don’t blame him, for being mad at me. I hate me too. It just all got to much, waiting endlessly for my mom to wake up and watching my father shut down. I left. A year after the accident” His voice got quiet but was heavy with emotion. “I go back occasionally to see her but I always avoid my father… I- I haven’t seen him since I left’.

Silence rang loud in both of your ears. It wasn’t until you quietly asked him if he was okay, only to be met with guttural sobbing that you joined him on the floor, wrapping your arms around him that you found the words.

‘Don’t think like that.
 You are guilty of nothing. 
And I am here for you.’

You couldn’t remember how many times you repeated these words to him as this man - who had been a perfect stranger not too long ago, found comfort for the first time in a long time.

BARCELONA: PRESENT DAY

Reminiscing on that night in Fiji always came with a lot of emotions. Many of them sad. But the most prevalent was the warmth you felt. It was the first time you had really connected on the deeper level… and from that night you had both confided in each other.

You had found family in him and vice versa. 


Somewhere in your mind, tucked away with your absurd romanticisms and pretentious poetic likenesses you had decided that Namjoon was the ocean. 
He, at first, had appeared dark and mysterious but he was full. Of everything. 

Full of life, knowledge, love, pain and heartache. While at first you felt cautious of the storms he may bring you now knew better. 
He was humbling and calm.
Most of all Namjoon had washed away your pain.

BUENOS AIRES: 32 DAYS AGO.

“Jin, I better go - Namjoon wants to head out for dinner”
. You spoke quietly into your phone, head turned away, hoping Namjoon wouldn’t hear you but a surreptitious glance in his direction only to find him looking back at you, quizzically, told you you had been caught.
 “Dinner?” Your best friends voice “Y/N, it’s 4:00PM where you are. Is this because of what I said? I told you that you wouldn’t want to hear it!” 
“No, Jin - uh, it’s not that. I want to know about whats going on at home. It makes me feel better about dropping everything” you halfheartedly joked “We are eating early… we want to get a good nights sleep before tomorrow.”
“Mhmmm… fine. I’ll buy what you’re selling for now Y/N. But don’t think I’m fooled!”
 “Yeah yeah. Talk to you soon Jin” 
“Wait- Y/N. I miss you. We all do. Come home soon okay?”
 “Promise” you said before hanging up.

Wincing, you turned to Namjoon who was looking back at you expectantly. You needed to find an escape route A S A P. Don’t break down in front of him, Y/N, do not do it.


“What are the chances you’re gonna let me pass by without an interrogation?” “Little to none” he said, deadpan “What happened? Why did you lie?” 
“It wasn’t a lie” you could hear the meekness in your voice and knew you hadn’t gotten away with it.
 Y/N. What happened?”
 “I really don’t want to talk about it” 
“You’re going to have to talk about it eventually”
 “Eventually just not now. I can’t talk about this. Now”. You were shaking and, had you looked up from your feet long enough to see Namjoons eyes widen and him immediately stepping towards you, you would have probably avoided your breakdown.

Namjoon had wrapped his arms around you, comfortingly stroking your hair and inadvertently reducing you to tears. He repeated his question until you told him ‘what happened’.


Hoseok had broken up with Jisoo. You didn’t know why and couldn’t stomach finding out. That evening Namjoon cancelled your real dinner plans and held you as you cried, listened to you as you fumed. Hoseok had destroyed your relationship and it was all for nothing. What was the point of it all? In the pain he had caused you? In splitting the friendship group? What was the point if it ends like this?

Namjoon, as he often had done and would continue to do for a long time, calmed you. He made you see the bigger picture and helped you realise that Hoseok had been unhappy for a long time. Before Jisoo was even in the picture. He helped you realise that Hoseoks split from her had no bearing on the relationship you had shared with him. 

That it was time for you to find your own happiness - and to stop fixating and analysing everything.

It was 1 month later that you told Jin you didn’t want to know anything about home anymore. 

You had been so much better off for it.

BARCELONA: PRESENT DAY, 72 DAYS SINCE LEAVING HOME.

You couldn’t reminisce forever. You knew this. 
You couldn’t keep running away forever. You liked to deny this.
 But, if life had taught you anything it was that you should have known, eventually, reality would come to drag you back.

You felt buzzing against your thigh, quickly followed by the first few notes of “Faster Car by Loving Caliber” alerting you to the fact that Jin was calling you.


Quickly, you answered. “Hello?” 
“Y/N! It’s Jin”
 “Duh. I have caller ID… not to mention I still haven’t figured out how to change that annoying ringtone you set”
 “Aish, annoying? You wound me, Y/N. I love that song”
 “Yeah, so you’ve said. Anyway, why do I have the pleasure of speaking to you? It’s getting pretty late back home right?’
 “We had to talk to you, sorry, Alice insisted it couldn’t wait”
. You could hear the anticipation in his voice and found your interest piqued.

“Okay, I’ll bite. Whats going on?” 
“Well I know you said you don’t want any news about stuff here but… can you make one exception?”
 “What for?” 
“For the news of my engagement” Jins voice was flat, as if it were no big deal, but you could hear the delighted giggling of Alice in the background.
“Engagement! What? Why didn’t you tell me you were going to propose!!” 
“Agh, I didn’t want to bother you- Oh, Y/N, Alice wants to speak to you so I’m gonna hand- Ah, oh, okay” you heard his voice fade and ruffling - which you assumed was Alice wrestling the phone off of him.

“Y/N!!” You could practically hear her vibrating with excitement.
 “Hey Ali. Congratulations! You must be going crazy over there”
 “Oh Y/N I am!! He took me to the beach, you know where we had our first date, and he tripped over his words - and his feet a couple times, but you know how he gets when he’s nervous. It was just so sweet” she was speaking a million miles a minute but you could hear the sheer joy in her voice and your heart warmed.


“So, knowing you, you must have half the wedding planned already. Do you have a date” “Of course” she scoffed before coughing “But thats actually what wanted to speak with you about. I’m gonna give you back to Jinnie, I need to go and call my sister!! Bye sweetie pie!”

“Y/N? Are you there?”
 “Still here!” You sighed, slightly exhausted. Alice was amazing but when she got excited it was hard to keep up - and you had never seen her so excited.
 “Yeah so, the wedding, its uhh… heres the thing we just wanted-”
 “Words Jin, find them” you laughed.
 “Yeah, sorry” he took a breath “The wedding is in a month… and we were hoping you’d come home… I know you weren’t planning on coming back so soon but Alice… her sister is being relocated to Paris soon and… well to be honest thats why I proposed so soon… Alice can’t imagine getting married without her sister and… I can’t get married without you there Y/N” he took a deep breath, his hectic rant coming to an end.


“You’re my best friend. Please tell me you’ll there?”


[brightlytae]

Coffee Crush

Rating: PG/ general audiences

Parings: Yoonseok & Taekook (minor Namjin)

Warnings: None

Words:  12,502

Tags: coffee shop au, friends to lovers, college au, Valentines day one-shot.

Summary:  Taehyung and Jungkook decide to throw a singles night for Valentine’s Day in hopes of setting up their best friends Min Yoongi and Jung Hoseok whilst at the same time, try to deal with their own growing feelings for each other...

Notes: Soooo I had some of this written before the bts writers guild released the February prompt list BUT I felt inspired by the list and decided to work on the fic using the prompt: 

“You know what? Im sick of this, sick of you and sick of this stupid holiday!”

This is literally just a whole lot of fluff for Valentines day tbh...

Preview:

The second Yoongi walks in and sees Hoseok leaning on the arm of a sofa, chatting to his friends he’s ready to bolt it straight out the door.  He almost does, but can barely make a step back to where he came from because of the tight grip Jin has on his arm, keeping him in place.

“Remind me why I’m doing this?” He says with a large gulp, eyes trained on the outgoing music major, so exuberant in personality. The room is littered with hearts, hanging from the ceiling, sprinkled on the tables and draped along the counter, and it does nothing to settle Yoongi's reservations. The whole place looked like Cupid threw up on it and he hates that thought. It had Taehyung written all over it.

“Because under that cold dark exterior of yours your a soft little muffin who deserves love and specifically love from a certain chirpy red head”, he hears Jin say beside him.

He gulps again and then a small embarrassed smile spreads on his face.

“He really is chirpy isn’t he?” He replies and Jin rolls his eyes.

“Yeah and you really are whipped.”

Yoongi scowls as Jin's words shake him back into consciousness, hating such an expression. He wasn’t whipped... he was just....interested? crushing? Hoseok smiles and his heart jolts. Ok maybe more than that, he thinks to himself but then his eyes widen once more.

“Oh my god what am I doing?”

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[mortaljin]

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