#its my boy's specialest day and maybe he's laying down thinking about the first day they were brought online and how they used to adore-
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starheirxero · 6 months ago
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RHITDCJJMFRHHCSC- I ALMOST FORGOT, IT WAS LUNAR'S BIRTHDAY-
I SHOULD BE ASHAMED OF MYSELF/SILLY-
CONCRATS ON THE BEST BOT AND THE ASTRALS' BANE OF EXISTENCE!!! :D
CONGRATULATIONS ON GETTING YOUR WIFE, XERO!!! :D YOU'RE CERTIFIED NUMBER ONE LUNAR KISSER👍
On a side note:
I'm guessing, the celestial family doesn't actually remember their birthdays, considering we've never seen anyone celebrate.
It's unlikely for anyone to remember. Neither Sun nor Moon were in the right headspace to really pay attention to it. Not to forget, they wouldn't discover them for a while, so they logically have no idea of the exact date! Lunar themself, on the other hand, has a complicated relationship with time in general, ever since their death!
Earth wouldn't know either, if no one told her.
What if Eclipse remembered? Not the exact event, per say, just this…itch,in the back of his mind, that something happened today? Something important?
I'm sorry- I cannot let go of the doomed sibling dynamic- I cannot keep from trying to make it sadder-
-Stardust
HELEPA0HAAJHSD NO YOU'RE SO FINE THO I DIDN'T EVEN REALIZE IT WAS UPCOMING UNTIL SOMEONE RANDOMLY LIKED A POST ABOUT IT BEING LUNAR'S BIRTHDAY LAST YEAR HEHAHAHAHA
YEEESSSSSS HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BEAUTIFUL WIFE!!!!!! MY FAVORITE LITTLE ROBOT WHO'S ALTERED MY BRAIN CHEMISTRY THE MOMENT THEY WERE INTRODUCED WOOOOOOO 🎉🎉🎉
OUHHH BUT ALSO YEA.... Oms I didn't even think about the fact that Lunar wasn't revealed immediately! Lunar would know but yesyes like u said, time is probably weird fer em since they died. No one else has that information except ,. AUGH. EXCEPT ECLIPSE YEAH.....
AAUAAGGHH THE IDEA OF ECLIPSE NOT EXACTLY KNOWING BUT JUST FEELING IT..... He thinks that maybe its some human holiday or maybe he's confusing the feeling for something like "i forgot to bring something with me" but he'd be one of the two people who'd maybe have that feeling and NO ONE WOULD PROBABLY EVER KNOW...... UEUEUEUEUEU!!!!!!!!!! STARDUST U CAN'T DO THIS TO MEEHWJQHRKDJF
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excujimin · 8 years ago
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for a flame as bright as you - jungkook scenario
when they’re 5, it’s a sticker. 
jungkook childhood friends!au
i.
when they’re 5, it’s a sticker.
a vibrant orange charizard that spit fire when tilted this way and that. it was part of a set but the dragon had always been her favorite so she asked her mom to cut it out for her to bring because it’s the specialest one.
her beloved pokémon didn’t get as much recognition as she was so certain it would, however. at least, not until she brought the image to life with a flick of her wrist. even then the most she got was one or two awed expressions, while the rest ‘ooh-ed’ and 'aww-ed’ albeit half heartedly, attention having long since wandered back to their brand new toy trucks and barbie dolls.
still, what she got was a lot better than the rambunctious laughter one wide-eyed boy’s five little fingers received because it was show-and-tell, but all he really did was tell.
it’s during the last few minutes of recess that she finds him sitting underneath the old metal slide (everyone liked the new playset much better), a broken “HAPPY BIRTHDAY” pencil sitting in his hands.
he eyes her wearily, but she smiles so big and bright he has to squint, and she’s talking so fast he almost doesn’t understand her. he barely makes out how five is cool cause it’s one whole hand, and how she’s only four and three quarters still, when suddenly there’s a blue eyed charizard in one of his hands and small fingers laced through the other as he’s dragged back across the playground and into the school.
“you take good care of him, ok?”
ii.
when they’re 10, she’s at a loss.
because that’s two digits. one digit above her own that he will never let her live down. it’s gotta be a good one, a big one, because you only ever turn ten once.
he doesn’t fail to make her life any harder, switching subjects faster than he switches gears on his new car game when she asks him what he’d like. it’s only when she threatens him with tears that he gives her something.
“what?”
“yeah. mom’s always going on about how I need to be more responsible like hyung and blah, blah, blah. so.”
“you want me to get you responsibility?”
he shrugs, tossing her a playstation controller.
she spends the week leading up to september 1st wandering around town with a pocket full of her life savings in hopes of stumbling across The Gift (silently praying for it to be within her embarrassingly low price range). but it’s on the day before his birthday, sprinting around town radiating all her panic, that she sees it. something that looks a lot like responsibility.
jungkook is ecstatic when his present opens on its own, a scruffy little ball of white fur popping out of the very loosely wrapped box.
he has her under his arm in less than a second (it’s easier now that he’s taller), ruffling her hair as he holds both best friend and new pet to his chest. his mom’s already going on about the big R-word and how he’d need a lot of it to be able to keep the thing, but the obvious gleam in her eye says she, along with the rest of the family, has completely fallen for the literal fluffy ball of sunshine rolling about the floor.
iii.
when they’re 15, it’s a video call.
because he’s got a brand new laptop (courtesy to her persuasion of his very reluctant parents), and because he’s a little too far from home. she has her own positioned in a way he could see out her window, where the stars were. he said he missed seeing those.
she stifles a yawn, knowing for a fact he’s infinitely more tired than her. it’s some ungodly hour of the night, because that’s all the time he seems to have to himself now, and because she still wanted to be the first one to greet him, even if they were miles and miles apart.
“you’re tired.” he chuckles, shaking his fringe from his eyes as he shifts the laptop from his lap to the space beside him.
she shakes her head, sitting up so fast she cracks her back.
“not as tired as you.” she points out, and it’s true.
there are blue-ish rings under his eyes (“nice bags, gucci?” “shut up.”) and she can see pain relief patches on his shoulders through the thin cotton of his t-shirt and (she tuts at) the poorly concealed bruise on his arm. still, his eyes are as bright as ever, even paired with his sleepy, burnt out little smile.
“lay down with me.”
she makes a face at his choice of words, thanking every deity out there that her camera quality paled in comparison to his, because her cheeks were on fire.
“way to be a creep, kookie.”
he grimaces at the old nickname for a second, but laughs as she makes herself comfortable, pulling the sheets so far up all he could see were her eyes.
“I miss you.”
she crosses her eyes and sticks her tongue out at him in mock disgust, but is quick to whisper those same three words, plus a little extra, when she’s absolutely sure he’s fallen asleep.
(he hasn’t).
iv.
she tugs nervously at her ponytail, brushing back long strands that stubbornly frame her face, fixing the bow that doesn’t need to be fixed. he’ll understand right? I’m sure he will.
she’s been hidden away for the time being, in an empty practice room the trainees used.
she wonders if he used this room once upon a time, and she sees him. all graceful movements, rough movements, smooth movements. he’s everywhere. scattered across the floor, heaving against the wall, glaring at the mirror. she sees the passion he claims he’d be dead without, because he’s nothing without it.
(but he’s so, so much more.)
the bangtan members are sweet, checking up on her from time to time, updating her on the maknae’s seemingly sour mood that they just know is due to the one birthday greeting he still hasn’t gotten. typical baby jungkook. it only makes their Grand Plan all the more exciting. (she knows they’re hoping he cries).
jimin visits the most and stays the longest, and she quickly understands why he’s secretly jungkook’s favorite hyung. they’re all very kind, but maybe it’s the familiarity between them that adds that extra bit of comfort within him. she thinks maybe jimin reminds jungkook a little bit of home.
“jungkook gets homesick sometimes too, y'know.”
“yeah?”
“well.. sorta.”
she looks at the boy questioningly, and he suddenly looks a bit too sheepish, as if he’s said too much.
“it’s more like… for one particular person.”
he can’t elaborate any further, and she can’t force him to, because hoseok’s all but broken through the door in his excitement, an eternally sleepy yoongi in tow - dainty custom-ordered cake in hand.
“it’s time.”
she’s not the first thing he notices, too busy watching amusedly at all his hyungs antics as they enter the room with extra bright smiles and extra loud cheers, but when he does, she’s all he sees. and as cheesy, and overused as that may sound, it’s true.
someone turned off the lights and she was holding the cake, shy smile illuminated by all his seventeen candles.
it takes him a while to blow out all the candles without spitting all over the nicely decorated cake, and when the lights come on again it’s just the two of them.
“you sure went all out this year,” he chuckles, eyeing the pretty red ribbon tied neatly around her hair.
she hums, setting down the cake to pull a party hat over his head with a gentle snap. her hands are kind of shaking but if he notices (he does), he doesn’t say anything.
“you get what you wished for?”
he’s beaming now and all at once he’s five, ten, fifteen, and seventeen. fingers laced through fingers (he feels like he’s running), warm bodies pressed tight against his chest (it might explode), whispered confessions in the dead of night (but he’s so alive) - he tugs lightly on the almost pristine little bow.
“think so.”
(when they’re 17, it’s a promise).
something I wrote for jungkook’s birthday two years back, reposted from my previous writing blog (ji-moji) ♡
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