#n my mental was so bad at a point various points yesterday the crashing waves

[clowncloud]

every time i am in the trenches and i think considerably of mssging them but i dont an angel gets its wings

[honeymoonjin]

roll credits - a jungkook x reader oneshot

A/N: This is dedicated to the lovely @xilee-reaper. I’m sure you have a string of happy days just around the corner, and I hope you see that cute barista again ;)

Bad luck always seemed to have momentum. You’d have a good run for a week, a month, six months, but the moment something went really bad, it would set off a chain reaction of rubbish that just got worse and worse.

The thing that would finally make you lose it, the thing that currently had you muffling sobs in the back of a movie theater over, was never the true source of the problem. It was just the final straw that broke the camel’s back. An accumulation of all the heartache that was building up before.

Any other time and you would’ve been a little disappointed. Slightly angry, maybe. But you had had such an awful few weeks that when your friend failed to show up to the movie you were meant to go to together, you completely lost it.

Crying quietly was an art you had the misfortune of mastering, and you managed to scrounge up enough tissues and jacket sleeve fabric to wipe away most of the snot on your face, but no matter how silently you were while angry, upset, overwhelmed tears streamed down your face, nothing could hide you from the ugly reality that the movie attendant who waved their torch over the audience midway through the movie definitely saw you.

This fact, of course, only made you more miserable, and the remaining 80 or so minutes of the cheesy blockbuster comedy dragged by solemnly, every laugh from the audience feeling like a party you weren’t invited to.

By the time the credits rolled, your face felt like a swamp, your eyes swollen, and a headache was forming in the center of your forehead from screwing your face up. You knew at some point you would have to leave, but surely you could wait out the credits, as guests filed out, shuffling awkwardly past your legs and the seat in front of you, you trying to hide your shame by shoving your head into your backpack, pretending to look for something.

While you were doing so, you pulled out your phone to check your messages.

Your friend hadn’t even replied to your message asking where she was, although the little icon below the chat told you she had read it.

You sent a follow up message with shaky fingers, feeling a new wave of despair overwhelm you. It was probably a misunderstanding, you were sure, but you had been really looking forward to spending time with her, and…

You glance up when someone taps you on the shoulder.

There’s a guy in front of you, red waistcoat and black pants, crouching down so that he’s closer to your eye level.

You wipe your eyes and nose hurriedly, trying to blink down any tears about to fall. As you clear your throat so you can apologize, you notice everyone else has already left.

You curse yourself. He probably wanted you to hurry up and get out so that he could clean up.

Feeling even worse than you did before, you almost bowl him over in your rush to get up out of your seat.

“Woah, woah, woah,” he exclaims, holding his hands out in front of him, “don’t go running off, now. I was just about to offer you some free food.”

“Sorry, what?” You frown at him, but for the first time, you’ve actually looked at him properly. Under his soft brown fringe, he has big, round eyes and a soft smile. Fuck, and he’s hot too. That’s just embarrassing.

He grins up at you, then pulls himself back up to stand. He’s much taller than you, but he still seems to have a boyish charm about him. “It seemed like you missed most of the movie. I figure it’s my duty as an attendant to ensure patrons have the best moviegoing experience, and I can’t do that if they walk away without knowing a single plot point. There’s a movie starting in fifteen minutes so we can’t stay here, but if you have nowhere to be, I can take you to our staffroom and give you a recap. There’s plenty of food and drink in there, if you want.”

You sniff, a little ashamed that he’s talking to you while you still probably look like a sick goblin. “I don’t know, I don’t want to bother you, I’ll just get out of your hair.”

He places a hand between your shoulder blades, and you jump a little at the contact, but he simply puts a little pressure there and escorts you out of the row, and down the stairs to the exit. “Listen, I can’t let a pretty girl like you leave the theatre miserable. It wasn’t even a sad movie! I promise you my dramatic reenactment will be just as good, if not better, than the acting on the screen. Let’s go,” he encourages gently.

You find yourself being led by him through a staff-only entrance, to an empty, somewhat small staffroom. He makes you a hot chocolate from the stuff they have in the cupboards, and presents it to you in an old, cracked mug.

The heat radiating into your hands cheers you up enough to stop sniffling, but you still feel a little sorry for yourself.

Here this good-looking guy is, taking you in like charity, being nice when he definitely didn’t have to. He sits down next to you with his own drink, a little carton of flavored milk with a mini plastic straw, and turns to you. “By the way, my name’s Jungkook. I hope you don’t think this is weird, I just hated seeing you so upset.”

You rustle up enough energy to smile at the concerned look in his eyes. “It’s really sweet of you. I don’t deserve it, but I appreciate it. I’m Y/n, by the way,” you add, copying the intonation he used.

He nudges your shoulder playfully. “Well then, first up, there are a lot of female characters, so don’t laugh at me when I do their voices, okay?” You chuckle weakly and nod. “Let’s get started. So, a long time ago, in a galaxy far far away,” he begins, and breaks off with a laugh when you give him an unimpressed look. “Okay, okay, you got me! I’ll be serious this time,” he promises.

For the next half an hour or so, he delves into all the intricacies and layers of the shitty comedy you had attended, affecting a high-pitched tone for the female characters, adding in his own theories and complaints about the plot, and providing various sound effects and facial expressions.

You find yourself feeling lighter than you have in probably months, sipping mug after mug or hot chocolate, Jungkook jumping up to dutifully refill it every time, and you thank whatever urge had compelled him to approach you exactly when you needed it most.

“And of course, Tania can’t go to the client’s dinner, because then Kyle would find out she actually stayed in the country instead of being invited to live with her fiancé (who isn’t really her fiancé) like she said she was, but at the same time, she has to go otherwise her boss is going to fire her. So, what does she do? She gets Natalie, you know, the friend with the ugly dog, to dress up like a robber and kidnap Kyle so that he misses the client dinner. Classic Tania,” he exclaims dramatically, and you giggle at the way he emphasizes it like it’s an obvious fact. “But then Natalie’s dog finally chews through his leash like he’s been trying to do the whole film, and he’s all like ruhruhruh going mental, trying to find Natalie, and he gets into the room she’s holding him in, and Kyle recognizes the dog, and then he goes to Natalie, “I know it’s you, Cabbage Girl. Now let me out of these goshdarn ropes!” So, Natalie lets him go, but she tells him everything that’s happened, and he realizes that the woman he loves is still in the city, and that she’s not actually engaged with that dickhead Brian. And then Natalie and Kyle go crash the client dinner, and he declares his love for Tania, and then they make out, but PG make out, you know? And the movie ends with the dog catching up to them and bowling over Tania and Kyle and everybody laughs and then roll credits, because that’s the piece of shit movie you paid for and didn’t watch,” he lets out an exhaustive sigh when he finishes. “You know what, it was probably a good thing you didn’t actually watch the movie. You dodged a bullet, really.”

You put your mug down on the laminated coffee table in front of you. “I really should get better taste in movies,” you offer.

He grins at you. “I beg to differ; you clearly have amazing taste in movies since this movie was so bad you bawled your eyes out for the whole runtime.” He blinks and purses his lips. “That was too soon, wasn’t it?”

You laugh at him. “It’s okay, I feel much better now.”

His smile returns, though softer this time. He wraps an arm around you and squeezes your shoulder in a brief but genuine side-hug. “I’m glad,” he answers sincerely.

You take a deep breath in and exhale, pleased that it no longer shakes and wobbles like before. “I should get going now.” You gently remove his arm from around you but hold on to his fingers when you stand up, swinging them slightly to and fro between you. “Thank you. Really, thank you.”

He nods in understanding, but his eyes glimmer cheekily. “You know, that new comedy with the chick from Bridesmaids came out yesterday, and I can assure you it’s much more worth your time. I recommend the Wednesday night showing.”

You feel yourself begin to blush, and you can’t hold back a happy grin. “Why, are you working Wednesday night?”

“On the contrary. I won’t be working, so I can sit right next to you.”

[joshpup]

Royalty // Hoshi // Pt. 7

Pt. 1 // Pt. 2 // Pt.3 // Pt.4 // Pt. 5 // Pt. 6 // Pt. 7 // Pt. 8 // Pt. 9 // Pt. 10

Word Count: 1,629

Genre: Royal au, Fluff as always 

Summary: You’re driven from your own kingdom by your wicked step-mother and flee to the one safe place you know…but how safe will it stay

“I… you… what?” you questioned, after being completely taken aback with his declaration.

“I want you to meet my parents, I know it’s risky, naturally it’s always risky to meet the king and queen of any kingdom, but since you’re so close to me I’m sure they won’t do anything to you.” Soonyoung stated, sitting up a bit more straight than before, only adding to the serious tension that now filled the air.

“Are you sure you want me to meet them? Won’t they get the wrong impression if you introduce a girl to them?” you asked, “I’m probably putting their kingdom in danger as well, there’s no way they will like me.”

“They’ll like you because I like you, and they impression they are going to get would be absolutely correct. I have full intentions to make this beautiful princess mine.” He said with a bright smile. You felt as if all the blood in your body had rushed to your face, making you light headed and you limbs feel like rubber. Did he just confess? You asked yourself as you stared at his smiling face. Soonyoung laughed and stood up, brushing the sand from his pants, then offered a hand to you. Slowly, you took his hand and let him pull you up, then followed him back up to the castle in a fog. You had forgotten about the stress that had just filled you at the thought of meeting the king and queen, the people with the highest power of this kingdom, who, if happened to be in a bad mood, would behead you for walking into the court the wrong way. Stories about the king of the Ocean Kingdom had travelled as far as your own kingdom, which was the furthest of all the kingdoms. No one was safe when they met with the king and queen, even their own son Soonyoung. The part of the conversation you had with Soonyoung that stuck out the most was that he liked you, and he liked you enough to introduce you to his parents. A prince introducing a girl to his parents was a big deal, no one ever did that unless they intended to marry each other… it was the only way to make sure their significant other stayed safe from their wrath.

Before you had noticed, you were standing in front of your room, and Soonyoung was staring at you.

“Get some good rest tonight, you haven’t gotten a proper night of sleep in a while.” Soonyoung stated before turning and leaving, not even waiting for a response from you.

“Goodnight!” you called as he left, your voice echoing through the long hallway.

You happily opened the door to your room, finding that the staff had shut the windows and turned down the bed, and even laid out pajamas for you to change into. You gladly changed into them, leaving your other pair of clothes folded neatly on the desk before crawling into the soft bed, falling asleep within seconds of your head landing on the pillow.

The next morning you woke up to sun shinning on your face and the salty ocean breeze blowing the sound of the crashing waves into your room. You sat up in bed and looked out the window that someone had opened while you were sleeping. You slipped out from under the covers and walked out onto the balcony, leaning against the railings and taking in the beautiful scenery that lay under your eyes.  

Not long after you had crawled out from bed had a maid arrived, almost as if they had sensed you had woken up. She helped you change into the outfit you had on the day before since you didn’t have any other outfits, “but we’ve sent in an order to get more, so don’t worry honey,” the maid had told you. You smiled and nodded, not really caring whether you had one outfit or a million, all that matters was that you weren’t crushed by the stifling heat of the ocean sun. So far, the heat was the only complaint you had about this beautiful place. Having grown up in a kingdom that was always cold, the sudden heat was too much for your poor body.

“Prince Soonyoung is waiting for you at breakfast.” the maid announced after you had finished putting yourself together. You nodded and headed out to the room. Soonyoung had pointed out the dining room sometime yesterday, you could probably find it again...right? Wrong. Within a few seconds you were totally lost in the maze of hallways that made up the huge palace.

After wandering around for a while, you finally found another person who you quickly rushed up to for help. He had blonde hair and a round face and was a bit shorter looking than Soonyoung.

“Excuse me, could you help me find the dining hall?” you asked, hoping he wouldn’t throw you out of the palace, thinking you where some random person that had somehow made their way into the palace.

“Oh hello! You’re Soonyoung’s guest (y/n), right?” He questioned, smiling at you. You nodded, instantly relieved he knew who you were. “I’ll show you, just follow me!” he said, turning the opposite direction you had been looking in.

“My names Seungkwan by the way, I think you’ve meet Hansol right? I do pretty much the same thing as him.” He explained as you followed him through several hallways, the area slowly becoming more familiar as you continued to walk. You listened to Seungkwan go one about various things, something he and Hansol had done this morning, a few things Soonyoung had told him about you, and his first impression of you when he saw you walking with Soonyoung yesterday. He was quite the chatterbox, but you didn’t have much to say, and what he was talking about was pretty interesting, so you didn’t mind.

Eventually you made it to the dining hall, and like the maid had told you, Soonyoung was waiting for you. A big smile grew onto his face when you opened the door. You thanked Seungkwan, then walked over to the long table. Rather than taking the seat at the other end of the long table like you knew you should have, you sat down in the seat to the left of Soonyoung. If possible, Soonyoung’s smile grew even bigger. He was obviously flattered you went against the royalty norms in order to sit closer to him.

“Did you sleep well? It sure did take a while for you to get here.” Soonyoung said with a chuckle.

“I slept really well! I actually got lost on the way here, that’s why it took so long. Seungkwan helped me in the end though.” you explained as one of the staff workers began to set the table for the breakfast you and Soonyoung were about to eat. He laughed when he realized you got lost.

“Is the palace really that big?” he asked, picking up a fork and leaning against the table. Apparently all manners were out at this breakfast. At first glance no one would have been able to tell you two were royalty, aside from the fancy outfits the two of you where sporting.

“Compared to mine it is…” you answered, also picking up a fork and stabbing it into a piece of fruit that sat on your plate.

The two of you continued to talk all throughout breakfast, and even long after the food had been cleared away. You talked and laughed and enjoyed the peaceful atmosphere.

“What do you want to do today?” Soonyoung questioned, leaning back in his chair. “You’ll meet with the King and Queen when your new wardrobe comes in, and that should be either tomorrow or the day after that, so we’ve got some time on our hand.” you nodded as he spoke, letting out a quiet sigh of relief, at least you had time to mentally prepare yourself to meet such powerful people.

“What is there to do?” you asked, then watched as Soonyoung pondered over the question, his fingers tracing patterns on the cloth that covered the table.

“We could go walk around the town…” he finally answered with a sparkle in his eye.

“Is it safe?” you asked.

“Yah, its not like Seungcheols, plus we have guards all over the surrounding city. I do it all the time.” You nodded.

“So that’s why you were so clueless when we went out at Seungcheols.” you giggled. Soonyoung cocked his head in confusion, but didn’t ask for you to elaborate.

“That sounds like a good plan to me.” you finally declared. To be honest, you loved wandering around towns. You were never aloud to when you still lived at your kingdom, for reasons unknown to you. Naturally, you snuck out every chance you had though.

“Alright cool! Let's head out now!” Soonyoung exclaimed, standing up so fast his chair made a horrible scraping noise against the stone floor.  

The two of you excitedly walked out of the palace and towards the gates. Soonyoung stopped and talked with the guards for a bit, the three of them laughing before Soonyoung started down the path again. The sword strapped around Soonyoung’s waist was the only protection the two of you had, but you later realized chance of you needing it were extremely slim. The townsfolk excitedly greeted Soonyoung with small bows, or none at all. He was equally as friendly with them, and treated them as friends rather than subjects, something you had never seen from anyone else before.  

“Welcome to my world (y/n).” Soonyoung declared as the two of you made your way through the crowded street, a proud smile noticeable as he looked over all that surrounded.

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