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daegulinekush · 2 years ago

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The death of peace fo mind

~ a Kim Taehyugn Fanfiction

Chapter two: ★ It scares me sometimes. the emptiness I see in my own eyes ★

Contains: trauma, we getting OC backstory, minor character death, mentions of bullying, generally sad and angsty chapter

The pounding of my head is something I can’t get over. It feels like my head is split in two, like all of the regrets in my life are coming back to me to entirely shatter my brain, breaking the chains I so forcefully put on them, just to grasp at me with their sharp as knives claws, shadow like demons, with no clear nor touchable form, yet oh so real that they make blood come to the surface with just a mere brush of their claws.

I always hated getting drunk. After the adrenaline seeps away from the veins and the euphory of never-ending laughter leaves my body, there is nothing but my joke of a soul left behind, trimmed to shreds of the person I could have been if things were to be different.

It’s morbid, really, the place my mind can become. I don’t like the way self-pity tends to swallow me, the way heavy clouds are pulled as thick curtains over me and burn my lungs as I try to breathe.

Life is a joke and it should be treated as such: light-hearted and fun. The moment should be lived to the max and, above it all, taking life too seriously will always lead to suddenly realizing we have just one life and we’ve been wasting each breath with worries instead of taking things as they are. Life passes and worrying about everything has never been benefic. Regrets are useless as you can’t change the past.

Yet, in moments like these, I can’t help but mourn the person I could have been. Would I have been better? Would I be less snappy, would my life lack so many hardships if she was there?

The ache and emptiness in my chest feel way too common, too known. A deeply etched wound, one that refuses to close, to heal, one that will always keep a part of me hollow, empty. It is inevitable, a constant mourning I can merely push at the back of my head and ignore. One that will never truly stop, not until my last breath, maybe not even after that.

Ah, the way my head feels like it’s gonna split in two.

With a heavy breath and aching eyes from the very back of my head, I rub at my face, vaguely surprised to remark no remains of my makeup from yesterday on my palms. Tae probably cleaned my face after I basically blacked out from tiredness. It makes warmth and fondness bloom in my heart inevitably, always so tender, always so careful. He’s truly the best thing that has ever happened to me.

Reaching for my phone, the light up of the screen makes the pain in my eyeballs even harsher, forcing me to blink owlishly. The text from him is what makes me stubbornly focus on my screen.

“Taebear: Good morning, bestie <3 I’m at Chim’s. Bet your head is pounding. I truly should stop both of your stubborn asses from drinking together ever again. Y’all never know when to stop”

It leaves a faint smile on my lips inevitably. He’s truly the best thing to have ever happened to me. He’s been there for me when not even I could be there for myself, believed in me when I couldn’t see even one good thing in myself.

It brings memories back, forces them to seep through the too-thin barriers I forcefully raised, my brain too tired, wires too entangled to be able to push them back. The kind of memories that make your eyes sting, the type of memories nobody should have.

It feels so heavy, the press and burn of my lungs, the way I can still feel the metallic scent of blood, so unfit for the one of camellias she wore, as if I was still there, as if years have not passed at all, as if I remained a mere not even 14 years old all over again.

Closing my eyes on instinct makes it even worse.

In moments like these, with new starts, it truly feels inevitable to not wonder, to not live again that moment when my life changed irremediably.

Most of my memories are blurry while also having moments of concerning clarity.

There had been too much going on. I was barely starting my rebellious phase, the one every teenager should have the luxury of, one so important for simply discovering yourself as a person.

My mom had never been the type to keep a tight grasp on me. She was just like me while also being so different, with her small smile that feels so blurred at the corners of my memories, with the warmth she always carried, with the harsh lines over her face when she frowned, somehow her eyes so tired, the worries so deeply etched onto her features.

I was just 13, almost 14. I needed her more than I could have ever anticipated, needed her safety, needed the ridiculous fights every teenage girl should have with her parents.

Life had never been easy but maybe I was too stubborn to truly understand her words, just to later hang on so heavily onto each and every one of them, wishing for more, wishing the times when she would scold me could be there again, wishing for things that are impossible, like being able to remember her better.

It’s getting close to that time of the year again. The time when leaves fall, the time when green turns into yellow and burning dark brown. With time passing, inevitably the wound forces its ugly roots to pump poison into me all over again, forces me to grieve all over again, forces me back to that clueless and scared 13-year-old.

I can still hear my distorted screams, somewhat clogged, the images of my memory carrying blurred edges and even more blurred little spots along my vision.

I can feel and see it just the way I’ve lived through it.

The way her trembling hands gripped onto the counter of the kitchen, her back for the first time in my whole life not being straight shoulders and intimidatingly perfect control, but a weak hunch, bowed and looking more like a fragile leaf than the woman who has raised me with such strong beliefs. The one who's been the very example of how I wished to be, even if right now I know I can't hold a mere candle to her, the one who somehow in all of the chaos that was our lives made it home and safe and the best I could have asked for.

It's heartbreaking, truly. The way I have so many memories of her, so much warmth to remember, yet my heart becomes hollow just thinking of her, the memory that pops in my mind when I think of her is the warm feeling of blood and her body becoming cold, it's the way her eyes became more and more unfocused without becoming glassy and the whisper of "I'm proud of you", words I will forever cherish, but will probably never be able to agree with.

In all of the chaos of a father who wasn't a dad and not just gave up on both me and her, but also forced her to make a home out of chaos for the both of us, made us run and hide, unwilling to even admit to his mistakes and instead trying so hard to get rid of every evidence that could point to the obvious.

An unwanted child. This is what I was for him and not even that. I was a problem, the fact that I was the only person carrying his cursed DNA.

Yet, I was kept so tightly in the grip of her, a woman better than I could ever be, even if she herself raised me, more or less struggling, more or less alone.

The only thing I know is that it could be worse. That on that day, four years ago, I could have had a worse fate, one less mercyful, one that would have made the mistake of my genes my supposed legal guardian and not guard me against anything but leave just a shell behind, one that wouldn't have lasted long before rotting and turning to ashes.

The police station is the thing I remember in a blur after calling the emergency number desperately, refusing to believe the obvious that had not been obvious at all until it was too late and it hit me in full force.

The worst day of my life, the reason for most of my nightmares. One that I remember just in uglily cut parts, like a bad old movie I wasn't somehow part of, not in the true sense. A tragedy with no meaning, lower than any character changing, a mere filler put there to fill an episode for more money in the pockets without any regard for how it will affect.

The thing about being at the police station while in shock is that you have selective hearing. Or so I wish to call it. The automatic responses to the questions, the narration but yet not enough settled memories to process them, the refusal, the unbelief of what has happened. I refused to believe it that night.

Someone normal might have cried, maybe. This is how people show their sadness, their anger, their deepest emotions. And yet, I was empty. I couldn't feel anything or I felt so much to the point I became numb.

I remember being cold, I remember it being late November, I remember voices blending in the background and questions flying above my head as soon as I responded. I couldn't process anything.

I remember the way the place felt so much like a hospital or any other institution associated with such pain and loss, loss of yourself even, of your time, your mental health, your very soul sucked from you, the hallways endless, the floors as clean and as dirty as any other place of such, the walls so light they make your eyes burn and wish they’d rather kill themselves. It’s just something sickening about those common yet so rare places, something that simply screams at you to get out while feeling timeless. Maybe this is exactly the reason one feels like being driven insane by them. Or, at least, I did.

Then, somehow, a little bit of emotion, of mercy came in a form I didn’t expect, I didn’t even think about, but I should of have in all honesty.

It was the walk of a small, delicate-looking woman at first, her long hair and the way she walked, always hurried and always seemingly needing to be somewhere. The second giveaway was the way she gasped when her warm eyes gazed upon me, arms already open, already reaching for me.

She was beaten by a mere hair by the only one man I could say has never disappointed me, the one I trust my very life to, the one I would put my heart in the hands of and would be sure he wouldn’t be so cruel to claw at it.

Warm, Taehyung has always been so warm, since we were kids, even if we never got to stay more than a month together at a time before that moment. His arms were wrapped tightly around me, such a tight grip, and he was pulling me closer as if I would crumble if he didn’t, like this was the only way to keep my supposedly broken pieces together. He was sniffling already, eyes red and bangs falling into his eyes, wide and with so much emotion in them, so much that maybe, maybe just at that moment, the switch that has been pulled within me had been finally gently switched by his fingertips, because after so many hours, I could feel my cheeks becoming wet, the heartache I have been forcing down unknowingly, sobs threatening to rip through my lips. I tried so hard to keep them down, bit my lip until I almost drew blood, and yet, they were trembling so bad, I was trembling so bad that I simply couldn’t stop them.

I remember the blinding lights becoming less blinding, my face hidden at his chest. He was wearing a light brown hoodie, and I haven’t properly seen him in two years, to the point I almost couldn’t recognize him, how much he’s grown, lanky long limbs and slowly sharpening features. He became even taller, as if he wasn’t already taller than me since we were ten, to the point where I reached his shoulder.

Yet, he remained unexplainably Taehyung, my Taehyung, my childhood friend. The same friend I ran from dusk till down with at the farm, the same guy who carried me on his back and stumbled when we were just five because I scratched my knees badly and was crying, the same friend I slept cuddled with in the same bed for so many nights.

At that point, it was everything I needed: the way he held me so tightly, the breakings of his in transformation voice and weird way it sounded when he whispered it’ll be okay, that I’m not alone. It was even more ridiculous considering we were standing on two very uncomfortable chairs or, better said, were almost entirely crumbling them with our fussing.

The blanket wrapped later around my shoulders was the same light brown, soft and warm, his mother handing it to him and going to talk to the police officers.

Maybe just then did it hit me how actually dangerous this situation was for me, for my future. I couldn’t end up in my father’s hands, not when he’s already caused so much pain to my mother, not when everything I knew regarding him was closer to a monster than a human, not when I knew he had a wife home, not when I knew of the harsh words he had told my mother, not when he was already such an absent figure from my life, one that I didn’t and couldn’t trust.

Fear. I could feel it all through my body, the trembling, the shivers, the anxiety building within. Would I even be listened to? Would they even ask me where I wanna go or will I be forced to just go with him as supposedly my only parent alive? Did I truly have no word to say and they’ll just decide for me, will make such an important decision and shove it down my throat as if I’m simply supposed to just accept living under the same roof with someone I can’t suffer, someone who has literally told my own mother she should have aborted me, someone who acted as if I decided to ruin your life, as if I decided to exist, as if he didn’t have any fault in all of this story, as if he didn’t have a whole relationship with my mother without ever telling her he’s married?

It was a concept I couldn’t grasp, I refused to. But me and Taehyung, knowing each other for so long, had a special connection, knew how to read each other, or maybe he’s always simply had this talent, the one where he can tell what I’m feelings, the one where he can anticipate what I’m thinking about in some moments.

“We won’t let him take you. Mom would drag this whole police station to hell before she’d let any of them get their hands on you, dear. You’re gonna come with us. You have to. There’s no other way”

He was so sure, so sure I will go back home with them, with him and his mother.

Two days. It took around two days for all of the mess to merely be talked over so I could at least get out of that depressing place. The flight had been long and very sudden for them too, but they were here, for me.

Another two months went in a blur, but I was let to stay with them, at least.

It was a whole another level of hell. To have to face my father, to prove he’s got not right over me by my mother’s signature, which I didn’t even know in the first place was already arranged between those two women, but God bless their anticipation and planificatory skills.

Things ended up the best it could have happened for such a context, with me going to Korea with Taehyung and his mom, even as I didn’t know much words of the language as we were so used to communicating in Japanese.

Everything was new, but at least I wasn't alone. Even if it wasn't easy, even if many times I wondered if it's even worth it in the first place, if I can continue.

Many things have happened along those four and a half years we've been living together. It didn't feel like I was an outsider, like I didn't belong. It took time to adapt, to interact properly with Taehyung's siblings, to get used to the life here. We had our ridiculous fights, more or less serious, more or less dramatic. His mom feels like my own too, always so warm and yet knowing exactly when to be stern, when to get a tighter grasp on us, when to be our friend and laugh with us and when to shake us to reality.

It's not like I didn't have the time to mourn. I guess I just simply never felt ready to do it properly.

Maybe this is exactly why even when I feel like there's no hope, there is still a part of me that betrays me, that lets it linger. Because I've always had Taehyung. Because we got each other's back when people were bullying us, because my temperament had always spiked when someone targeted him, because I simply couldn't let him all alone. Many times had his mother been called and asked to come to highschool, been repeated I have problems with my behavior and that I become violent.

She tried, she truly tried to instill the gentleness within me. Her and my own mother were very different on those sides.

To say it didn’t work was an understatement. Especially when it was the period where I finally met Jimin, who was just as mad as me at the world when Taehyung was being mistreated and we more or less formed a protection squad around him.

It had been just me and Taehyung at first, but I have always been happy about him having other friends than me. When Taehyung had told me over the phone he met Jimin, I was happy. When he told me they’re soulmates, I have been not so sure, as I didn’t want him to get hurt if things go the wrong way. Then, I met Jimin myself, who’s so different, whom I have totally another type of interaction with. Yet, no matter how much we bully each other, I know he’s always got my back. I know this man will not hesitate to entirely make someone regret their lives if necessarily.

Taehyung will always remain my best friend, my childhood, my support person and everything good in my life. Maybe it’s just natural to be like that, for him to be everything for me considering he’s always been there for me, like a brother I could simply always count on, no matter how far away.

Jimin was… my biggest critique. In the best of ways. The type to realize I’ve got enough sugar coating, the type to balance it out, the type to tell me I actually look like shit when I do, to grab me by the shoulders and entirely restyle me, refusing to let me out of the house until I look jaw dropping. He’s a big supporter, somehow sweeter, but he’s also rougher in that way that simply fits. Because he’ll be there to wipe my tears away and would know to choose his words carefully, but he’d also call me stupid when it’s needed. The same guy who taught me how to throw a punch properly, the same guy who taught me how to fight even when Taehyung was so against it, knowing I’ve got the spirit in me, knowing I needed the knowledge as to not hurt myself.

Jimin is someone I didn’t think I needed in my life, but also someone I would not let go of and I’m very lucky to have as a friend. Someone whom I’ll always be happy that met my very soul and keeps taking care of it, the only person besides me whom I trust entirely to care for Taehyung, maybe even more, because I won’t be enough of a fool to lie to myself that it’s not different. Guys will always talk and understand each other differently, which is completely natural and normal.

Yet, as much as I adore my actual life, I can’t help but wonder sometimes if it would have been different if she was still there. I can’t help but mourn the kid I could have been, can’t help but mourn for all of the memories I could have and the ones I lost and lose with each day.

With each year I forget details about her and it’s disheartening. Who will remember her if I don’t?

Tagging: @parkdatjimin @pamzn 🥰

Author note: This chapter feels quite bland to me and it definitely didn't end the way I wanted but I guess we can't do things the way we wish for everytime 🥺

#bts fanfiction #fanfiction #bts fic #taehyung x reader #kim taehyung #taehyung fanfic

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yslkook · 4 years ago

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IF I GOT YOU (7)

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summary: one month later...and things start to come to a head. you feel more at peace than you've ever felt, but as usual, what remains peaceful is always interrupted.

pairing: “badboy” jk x “shy/reserved” oc

warnings: cursing, alc, excessive use of pet names, HELLA HELLA toxic friendship and dynamics, suggestive content (hooking up and other mentions)

word count: 4066

a/n: if you want to be tagged, send an ask plz. would love to hear your thoughts

Despite a month going by from the last time you spoke to Jungkook in the park and put all of your feelings out in the open, spring air, you feel lighter than ever. Maybe most of that has to do with the simple fact that you’ve finally cut out a toxic, deadweight from your life. Regardless of what ends up happening with you and Jungkook as friends or more than that, at least you are at peace and happy with being yourself.

Besides, it’s not like you don’t ever see him. You see him when you visit the tattoo parlor (but you haven’t allowed yourself to be alone with him and he hasn’t initiated), you’ve seen him at impromptu nights out, at Yoongi’s apartment. Neither of you allow yourself to be alone with each other, since you had both agreed to wait. Even your text message thread with him is dry, though.

You miss him, hoping that a notification of his name with the bunny emoji attached to it flashes across the screen. But it doesn’t.

For all of his bravado, he feels somewhat shy around you on the few occasions that he’s seen you. Jungkook will go out of his way to avoid you, hiding (as much as he can) behind Mina and Mei.

He misses you. Jungkook misses the feel of your lips molding against his, the way you felt in his arms, but most of all he misses your shy smile and your loud laugh. He misses the way your eyes shine when you speak about something you’re passionate about.

Mina had said you were both being stupid, taking time away from each other when you both are denying the inevitable. But it made sense in your mind and his. You want to know what kind of person you were without the burden of Sora’s judgment weighing heavily in every frame of your life. You take the time you need to take to recenter yourself and feel somewhat whole again.

It doesn’t take you long to adjust to life without a former best friend. You quickly begin to notice how different you feel, how differently you approach basic things that you hadn’t really put much thought to before.

It feels so refreshing to not feel like you’re walking in some metaphorical shadow of someone who didn’t really care about you. Well, you think on some level, she did care. But along with the insignificant way she made you feel, it’s not enough to justify it. And you’re really grateful that you don’t need to anymore.

In fact, you’ve already deleted most pictures with her on your social medias. You haven’t quite been able to block her yet, but you think you’ll be ready to do that soon enough.

The ever elusive notion of time really does seem to heal nearly all forms of hurt.

“So,” Yoongi starts, sitting next to you on his new black leather couch and handing you a glass of red wine.

“Don’t start with me,” You say, poking his shoulder.

“I’m not starting anything with you,” Yoongi shrugs, but his eyes twinkle.

“Oh? That’s the voice you use when you have gossip or when you’re about to interrogate me,” You mutter, rolling your eyes with a fond smile.

“Maybe it’s a little of both,” Hobi chimes in, sitting on your other side. He leans back and drapes his legs over your lap, to which you instantly rest your hands over his legs.

“How lucky for me,” You mumble, taking a long swig of your wine. You’ll need it.

“How’s that witch doing,” Yoongi asks bluntly.

“I don’t know, I told you I cut her off and kicked her out of my house like a month ago,” You reply, “Did you forget already?”

“No, I just like hearing that you finally came to your fucking senses,” Yoongi says, “She was awful, but I’ll commend you for sticking it out for this long. Cheers, the witch is finally gone-”

“I believe the phrase is, ‘ding dong, the witch is dead’, but this will suffice,” Hobi says and yelps when you swat his shoulder.

“Don’t be rude,” You say, “But… thank you for helping me see the light. Even if it took a while. And I’m sorry it affected our friendship, too.”

“Ah, well, we’re all here now,” Hobi says, pulling you in for a side hug.

“Yeah. So cheers,” Yoongi says again, raising his glass to you both, “Cheers to you for choosing yourself. And to new beginnings.”

“You’ll make me cry,” You say honestly, offering your friends a watery smile.

“As if we’ve never seen you cry before,” Hobi scoffs. And it’s true- they are two of your oldest friends, and even if you’ve come to the realization that maybe you hadn’t been the greatest friend to them… That bond is hard to sever, and you’re grateful that they’ve always had your back.

“Drink up,” You say with a smile, “Cheers to new beginnings.”

Yoongi has always been a little sly, unassuming but always with several tricks up his sleeve. When he so desires to cause a little mischief and stir the pot a little. And Hobi is all too happy to engage.

Which is how you end up several glasses of red wine and rose deep (yes, you mixed, rookie mistake but who cares. You’re in the presence of some of your greatest friends, after all).

And then Yoongi goes in for the kill.

“How’s our Jungkookie,” He asks, without missing a beat. You choke on your wine and wince when it somehow gets lodged in your nose.

“I don’t know. Think he’s good,” You finally respond, your words sounding slurred, “Ask Hobi. They work together, if you didn’t know.”

“Oh, thanks for the information. I had no idea.”

“Happy to be of service,” You say, leaning into Hobi's side, “Ikindofmisshim.”

“What was that? Didn’t quite catch that,” Yoongi says, a self-satisfied smirk blooming on his lips. He heard you, of course he did, but you don’t seem to pick up on it.

“I said I kind of miss him,” You reply, a dreamy look in your eyes, “Do you think he misses me, too?”

Hobi chokes back a laugh but you hear it and offer him a glare. “Don’t make fun of me!”

“Nobody’s making fun of you, stupid,” Yoongi says poking your forehead, “And yeah. Your man doesn’t shut up about you. Always with those eyes around you.”

“He’s not my man,” You whine pathetically.

“Yeah, that’s a mystery to both of us,” Hobi says, “How long are you both gonna keep this up?”

“Keep what up?”

“This weird awkward dance you both do around each other. Avoiding each other when we’re all together. It’s kinda funny, like we all know you both wanna fuck so bad-”

“Shut up! That’s- that’s not- shut up!”

Yoongi and Hoseok both burst into laughter, drunken giggles loud in the living room and you can’t help but laugh with them.

Clubs were never your most favorite place to unwind, but you make an exception for tonight. For Mina and Mei, you’ll make an exception. The three of you had gotten ready together in Mei’s home, in between sips of cocktails that she had poured out. Mina had done your makeup for you, giving you the sharpest eyeliner you’ve ever seen on your eyelids as well as a bold red lipstick.

It’s not a club night if there is no red lipstick involved, after all.

Your makeup usually looks good when you apply it yourself, but Mina has a genuine eye and skill for makeup artistry. You recall her telling you that she’d always dreamed of going to beauty school but hadn’t pursued it. You had told her that it’s never too late to fulfill a dream and she had only smiled at you.

“Hey,” You say, “Is Jimin coming tonight? How’d your date last week go?”

“It was really good,” Mina says, something sweet in her voice, “He made me dinner and dessert. And then I sucked his soul from his cock an hour later and he even made me squirt. And yeah, he’s coming tonight to the club. We’ll see what happens...”

“Wow,” You nod, listening with wide eyes, “That sounds amazing. I’m really happy things are going well for you both. Including the horny stuff.”

“The horny stuff?” Mei laughs, “You’re cute.”

“Shut up,” You say, playfully shoving her shoulder, “It’s no joking matter that he made you squirt.”

“Yeah, I high fived him after,” Mina says slyly, “It was… a night. Can’t wait to have another night like that. But I’m gonna make him work for it tonight.”

“As you should,” You nod solemnly, “What about you Mei? Are we drinking until we blackout or are you playing hard to get with Seulgi?”

“Who says we can’t do both?” Comes Mei’s muffled response.

“Cheers to that,” You reply, “Are… Jimin’s roommates coming?”

“You think you’re slick, huh?” Mina snorts, “You wondering about Jungkook?”

“N-no, I haven’t seen Taehyung in a while either-”

“Tae’s coming, but Jungkook isn’t. Something about having a long week and wanting to chill at home.”

“Oh, gotcha,” You say, cheeks ablaze as you avoid her eyes. Unable to hold the slight sting of disappointment from your voice.

Mina and Mei see right through it but they say nothing, only handing you a refill of your now empty glass.

Despite the relatively steady stream of drinks in your hand (an illusion, really, you’ve been nursing the same two drinks all night), you’re almost completely sober. In fact, you’re more tired than anything else. It seems that Jungkook had the right idea to stay home tonight. You’re rather benignly jealous of his decision.

You enjoy dancing and singing with your friends, feeling the thrum and excitement of music and your close companions bursting through your veins.But environments like this overwhelm you sometimes. All of the flashing lights, sometimes smoke and all of the people… Tonight seems to be one of those nights.

“Wanna dance?” Comes a rich, velvety voice behind you to the right. It’s Taehyung, and you’d rather dance with Taehyung than anyone else in this club. With the exception being Jungkook, but he’s not here right now.

“Okay,” You nod, taking his hand when he offers it to you. Your thoughts flit to Jungkook briefly.

Taehyung is good company, always keeping you with a smile on your face and filling you up with laughter. He keeps you close with easy, gentle movements as you both belt out the words to whatever song is playing on the speakers. But Taehyung has always been observant.

“You don’t really wanna be here, huh? I’d take it personally, if I didn’t know you,” Taehyung teases.

“No, it’s not that,” You murmur, “Just have never been a big club goer, that’s all. Jungkook had the right idea in staying home.”

“Yeah,” Taehyung muses, “What are you two doing?”

He’s almost as blunt as Yoongi (who’s also in some corner of the club. Usually, he keeps you company at things like this, but conveniently, he’s nowhere to be found.).

“If I knew I was going to be interrogated in this club, I would’ve drank more,” You say dryly. Taehyung laughs at that and squeezes your shoulder.

“You both deserve to be happy. Just want you to know that.”

“Thanks, Tae,” You say, a grin spreading across your face, “I guess you’re not as sleazy as Mina says you are-”

“Me? Sleazy?” Taehyung gasps, pretending to be affronted. You roll your eyes and offer him your hand.

“Wanna dance?”

Taehyung turns you around and holds your hips tightly in his hands, dancing with you to the beat of the music. It’s nice to be held like this, even if it’s a little dirty.

You don’t notice a pair of sly eyes watching you from across the club.

By the time you excuse yourself to catch a breath and grab some water from the bar, you realize that most of your friends are off doing their own thing. It gives you a second to people watch from the second floor of the curb and lean on the railings, taking in your surroundings. Despite stifling a yawn.

You relish in the cool feel of the icy water flooding your senses, waking you up a little more. You wonder if you can convince Yoongi to take you to get fries or tacos after the night ends. At the thought of tacos, you salivate a little.

But your taco fueled fantasies are broken when a few girls try to push past you to get to the bar. You mumble a soft apology, but it goes unheard. The unmistakable sound of a voice, a voice that you’ve only recently been able to put out of your mind, breaks through the barrier and it makes your heart drop.

It’s an angry call of your name. Your stomach churns, and suddenly you’ve never wanted to learn the art of teleportation more.

Sora, in all her bitter glory, stands in front of you with a full drink in her hands. Beside her are two of her friends, looking resigned and trying to plead with her that they should go.

“Missed me so much that you followed me here, huh?” Sora sneers.

“I’m not even going to entertain that with a response. Or you for that matter,” You say tiredly, trying to step past her.

“All your friends left you. Look at you all alone,” She says and you roll your eyes with a dry laugh.

“I’d rather be alone than have anything to do with you, Sora,” You reply easily, “I’m leaving now-”

But she sidesteps you again, gripping your forearm and looking at you with so much animosity that it makes your skin crawl. Had she always looked at you like that?

“I can’t believe you just dropped me like nothing. After I gave you everything,” Sora says, as if you had said nothing at all. She’s clearly a little drunk, telltale signs of her drunkenness clear on her face. Her words are slurred and she stumbles a little on her feet. You cringe. You don’t want to have this conversation with her whether she’s sober or drunk.

“You treated me like I was nothing,” You snap, “I don’t want to discuss this with you. Now let me go.”

“Or what? There’s nobody here ‘cept you and me, babe,” She says, her lips twisting into a cruel smirk. Her friends have disappeared and warning bells start to go off in your head. She’s right, all of your friends have dispersed. But you manage to fish your phone out of your purse while she rambles to you and send a text to the groupchat, simply stating “pls help, Sora is here”.

Dread seeps into your pores. You just want to be done with her presence.

“Sora, just let me go. Nothing you say will change anything,” You say heatedly, “Fucking let go of me!”

You try to yank your arm out of her grip but her nails are sharp against your skin.

“I loved you, you know that? I fucking gave you everything, you were my best friend,” Sora hisses, “I just wanted to you be happy. To see that I’d do anything for you.”

It takes a minute for the dust to settle but you suddenly begin to understand. “You hurt me! That’s not friendship or l-love, or anything remotely close to it. Nothing you say will change that. I don’t want you around anymore. Take a hint, Sora,” Your voice is cold and deadly, nothing like what Sora is accustomed to.

“Please, let me go,” You beg softly, “Why won’t you let me go?”

Tears spring into your eyes, both from the force she’s holding you with and from how much this is exhausting you.

“What does he have that’s worth all of this?” Sora hisses.

“It doesn’t matter what he has. I like him and I enjoy spending time with him, that’s all that should matter, and I’m not explaining Jungkook to you,” You say coldly, “You lost the right to know a long time ago. If you took your head out of your ass for two seconds, you’d know that this friendship was over months ago.”

By now, both of your voices have raised in volume and pitch, attracting the attention of bystanders. This makes no sense to you, your head is starting to hurt from the implications of her words. You just want to go home. By now, Yoongi has seen your text and is trying to get to the bar to rescue you from Sora.

“He won’t give you what you need,” Sora exclaims.

“Shut up! Just fucking stop talking about him,” You shout, “I’m so fucking sick of this, just leave me the fuck alone. Your opinion doesn’t matter to me anymore, just drop it!”

You feel the need to defend him though, “He’s kind, he has a big heart a-and, you know what, I don’t need to explain myself to you. Just fucking drop it! Leave me alone!”

“You are so fucking blind! You’ve always been such an oblivious fucking bitch,” She screams at you and your blood goes cold. You’ve seen her angry, but not like this not when her eyes are blown over with rage.

Yoongi’s heart is beating in his ears as he tries to find you- this club is fucking huge, where the hell could you be? He’s already sent a text to Jungkook, telling him that you might be in trouble at the club and that nobody could find you.

“Where is he then? If he’s so kind, he must be here right?”

“What the fuck is your problem? You’ve always had a stick up your ass about him specifically- I mean you’ve always have a stick up your ass, but with him it’s like something crawled up there and died-”

“You couldn’t even cuff him? You dropped me for him and you didn’t even cuff him?”

“That’s none of your business!”

“What are you afraid of, babe?” She sneers cruelly, “Afraid he’ll find something he doesn’t like? Or are you afraid you’ll find something that you don’t like?”

Frustration and hurt boils in your belly, causing wetness to pool in your eyes. You shut your eyes tightly, willing the feeling to go away. With all of the calmness you can muster, you throw her hand off of you and rub your forearm gingerly.

Before you can say anything, her eyes narrow to slits. You don’t even have time to react before you feel a sudden wetness drench the front of your top. Remnants of her drink are splashed on your torso and you gasp, rage flaring through your veins once more. How dare she throw her drink at you? Before you can do anything though, a pair of arms circle your waist and you’re pulled into a strong chest.

You recognize the scent of his cologne immediately and the feel of his leather jacket. “Jungkook,” You mumble, looking up at him. He immediately gives you his jacket and pushes it through your arms wordlessly.

“Hi,” He murmurs, taking in your wide, nervous eyes and the trembling of your hands. He brushes a thumb over your cheek before standing in front of you and you take his hand in yours. Jungkook squeezes reassuringly.

He offers Sora a long, hard look and a shake of his head. She almost balks at his intense gaze. Almost.

“C’mon baby,” Jungkook finally says, “Let’s get out of here.”

“My knight in shining arm-” You shiver once you’re both outside the club, away from the eyes of strangers. You cut your train of thought off when he pulls you close to him, cupping your cheeks with both hands. Worry dots his eyes and he presses his forehead to yours shakily.

“Jungkook?” You say softly, “Is everything-”

He exhales, a shudder felt against your skin. He seems to be at odds with himself, an internal battle dancing in his dark eyes. But Jungkook makes up his mind and cradles your face again, the gentle pads of his thumbs brushing over your cheeks.

“I missed you,” Jungkook croaks, “Shit, I miss you so fucking much. Can I kiss you, baby? Is it okay if I kiss you?”

You nod instantly, breathing out a soft ‘yes’. Whatever this recent development means for both of you, it makes sense. You want this and you want him.

And then he kisses you as if it was meant to be, as if he’s been thinking about your lips every minute of every day- soft, balmy lips against your chapped, red lips. Jungkook swallows your gasp, somehow brushing against the parts of your heart that missed him. His kiss is sweet and desperate as his tongue traces over your teeth before dipping further into your mouth. Your knees weaken slightly, but he holds you steady with one arm around your waist and his other hand cradling your cheek.

You’re overwhelmed by him and from the events of the night. Whatever wetness had gathered in your eyes clings to your lashes before dropping down your cheeks.

“Baby,” Jungkook says softly. He gathers you in his arms, hugging you tightly. You sink into his hold on you, inhaling deeply. The faint thrum of his heart calms you slightly.

“I missed you,” You reply, voice barely above a whisper, “Fuck, I missed you a lot.”

He kisses your forehead with a small smile, the hint of his dimples making you smile, too. Jungkook looks at you as if you’re transparent, trying to study the reason for your wet lashes and the tear stains down your face. A feeling of understanding passes between you both, calming your racing heart and your nerves.

“Jungkook,” You murmur, “Take me home.”

“Yours or mine?”

“Yours,” You reply, not really wanting to be in your home just yet, “It’s only fair, since you spent the night at my place last time, right?”

“I guess I can’t argue with that,” Jungkook chuckles. He kisses you one more time before adjusting his motorcycle helmet over your head. When you wrap your arms around him, you press a kiss to the back of his neck and behind his ear.

He shivers.

Jungkook can tell you’re in your head a little bit, a little quiet and shaky. Even as you head into his bathroom to change into the clothes he’d given you, you couldn’t quite meet his eyes. When you returned from the bathroom with a bare face, you’re lost in thought, biting down on your bottom lip and chewing harshly.

He’d pulled you into his arms, applied his clear balm on your lips, and chided you for treating your lips like that.

You only smiled weakly at him and meekly asked him to hold you under his covers. He doesn’t deny you.

He’d caught the tail end of Sora’s tirade at the club, and he’d begun to understand. He thinks you had begun to understand, too.

“Hey,” Jungkook whispers into your hair, “Do you want to talk, baby?”

“I don’t know what to say,” You admit softly, pressing your hand over his.

“I can talk for both of us,” Jungkook says, kissing your temple, “Can I do that?”

“Yeah,” You mumble, threading your fingers through his and squeezing.

“I heard some of what Sora said,” Jungkook says and you tense up but he wordlessly tells you to relax, “I think in some weird, twisted, fucked up way. She loved you and her way of showing you how was keeping you to herself. It’s shitty, but it made sense to her. But you don’t owe her anything, baby. Not a damn thing.”

“Yeah,” You sigh, “I feel really gross and I don’t know why.”

“That’s alright, baby,” Jungkook says, rubbing your arm, “You didn’t know. That’s not love, not really. You’re safe here.”

“I know,” You say, turning to look at him with a small smile, “I trust you.”

You turn fully in his arms, resting your head on his chest and wrapping an arm around his waist. His heartbeat lulls you to sleep, as well as his gentle fingers over your back. It’s so easy with him, and you don’t need to think too much. Just how you like it.

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ichorai · 4 years ago

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bloody blue ; k.th

pairing ; prince!artist!taehyung x muse!reader

summary ; in which you can't stay still for taehyung's painting and you're afraid you've been dancing for far too long.

words ; 1k

warnings / includes ; angst, artsy tae, mentions of symbolic blood, my pathetic attempts at poetry :D

a/n ; this fic is written for the royalty drabble event @ficscafe is holding !! im kinda lovin the aesthetics of this drabble OOMF !! huge thanks to @kireiwoo and @gyukult and @subways-stuff for hyping me up, i love them sm :(

“Stay still, my love,” he whispered softly, scrutinizing you with a soft gaze before darting his dark irises back towards the canvas. There was a dried smudge of aegean blue streaking across the expanse of his cheekbone, the same tint coating the paint brush’s bristles. The flaky pigment was a stark contrast to his peach-hued lips, slightly parted in the midst of his hazy concentration. His tongue pressed against the side of his cheek, brows furrowed.

Despite his gentle reminder, you shifted in your spot once more. There was an itch on your shoulder blade, no doubt due to the scratchy mauve fabric laying loosely over your intricately-positioned frame. Your dress glimmered under the clementine flames flickering above dribbling candlesticks, casting a warm honey-light over your skin. The dark, elongated shadows splayed across the marble floors danced with your every fidget, resulting in Taehyung's frustrated huff.

“Your Majesty,” you mumbled, arching your stiff spine, an uncomfortable grimace twisting your features. “Can we take a break? Just for five minutes, please. I don’t think I could stand staying still any longer.”

After a final stroke of paint against the coarse fibres of the canvas, Taehyung pauses and places the brush back into its tankard of water. Dissipating curls of cerulean spun away from the bristles, staining the water a faint aquamarine.

Silently, he pushed himself off of the velvet stool, approaching you with long footsteps. You watched with bated breath, tilting your head upwards to meet his indiscernible stare.

“Why do you look scared, dove?” His words were tender, almost hesitant. His spindly fingers reached out to push your chin upwards, cradling your jaw as if you were a fragile piece of glass.

With a subtle frown quirking your lips downward, you moved your face away from his grasp, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Is this all I am to you?” You muttered, shocking Taehyung enough into kneeling beside you. He smelled far too strongly of flower gardens and cinnamon ciders. “A pretty thing to put on display?”

“You know that’s not true,” he replied in a mildly offended tone, as if the very notion of diminishing you to only your looks was abhorrent. “I love you. Why else would I be painting you?”

Unwilling to meet his pleading eyes, your sharp tongue formed words the both of you knew were far from the truth. You were afraid that if you so much as glanced at him, you’d melt right into his arms, like wax around a wick. “My prince,” you sighed out, lifting a hand to pinch between your brows. “I’m only here to be your muse - an inkling of your inspiration. Nothing more, nothing less. We can’t be in love. Nobody even knows about us. You don’t want them to know about us.”

“Must love be announced to the world for it to be of any significance? You know better than that, darling.” Though he still spoke softly, you couldn’t help but feel as if you were being scolded. You were tired of this dangerous waltz. It was time to retire into the night, before your feet started bleeding.

You recoiled from his touch, as if the very sensation of his skin on yours was enough to burn. You wouldn’t be surprised if there were scorch marks on your arm.

There was a heavy silence that laid between you. Your shadows molded into one dark figure, looming and twisted, mirroring the queer feeling that tied your stomach into knots.

Finally, you angled your face towards your Prince. There was a tentative kind of despair hidden in the depths of his expressive coffee-tinted irises, almost as if he knew what you were about to say next. Tendrils of Taehyung’s overgrown hair fell into his eyes, but he impatiently batted them away.

“Don’t go, Y/N. I need you.” His pretty hands held onto you, but his grip loosened with every passing second. There seemed to be tears pricking the corners of his eyes, but you paid that no mind. No point in making this more painful than it needed to be.

Without warning, Taehyung wrapped his arms around you, brushing his nose against the nape of your neck. He breathed in your warm scent of faint rosewater and honeyed tea. You could feel his heart thumping against his ribcage, not unlike a frantic bird trapped in its cage.

“Is this farewell then, Your Majesty?”

Your words fell on deaf ears. Taehyung pulled away from your collarbones, only to dip down once more to capture your lips with his, one last time. Screwing your eyes shut, you leaned into him. He was crying, and you were still. It had always been like this. Taehyung would throw his emotions across a canvas in the form of colorful blends and portraits, and you would watch from the side. After all, he was never in love with you. He was only in love with the image you portrayed.

“I love you,” he whispered, just loud enough for you to pick up. It hurt you to admit that he was starting to sound like a broken record. With the tears running down his cheeks, the aegean blue smothered along the side of his face now dripped in a watery blue mess all over his face.

A small, non-committal hum escaped your throat.

You placed a hand flat against his chest, the fabric of his tunic crinkling under your palm. For a second, Taehyung seemed hopeful, as if you would keep dancing with him beneath the moon and stars.

But your feet were already starting to bleed.

“Goodbye, Taehyung,” were the last words you could manage to say, rushing to press a chaste kiss to his forehead before gathering the scratchy mauve fabric of your dress, bolting away from the Prince you broke.

He didn’t know it, but his feet were bleeding, too.

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nomsugayoongi · 3 years ago

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Off My Face.

Pairing: Jungkook X OC female (nameless)

Tags: fluff, slight angst, eventual smutty smut, softJK.

Disclaimer: So, I literally created a Tumblr to post this mess. There are already a bunch more parts written which I can post if wanted. Haven't written anything in ages so be nice and forgive my overwhelming JK softness. :p

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Who's that?" She asked, leaning against the wall next to Namjoon. He raised an eyebrow as he scanned the room, clearly confused. "Who?" He replied. "The purple haired dude that just walked in. Over there by the door. Black jacket." She muttered, squinting through the darkness. Namjoon chuckled and looked at her like she was crazy. "What do you mean? It's Jungkook." He said.

She gasped and squinted even harder. "Eh??" She squeaked. "That's not Jungkook. Look at the hair. It's...long, and there's way more tattoos there than Jungkook has and..." Her rebuttal died mid sentence as Mystery Purple Hair moved out of the shadows of the doorway and she saw him clearly. It was indeed Jungkook but he looked...different. She'd only been gone a couple of months but apparently that was all it took for Jungkook to transform himself. He looked...older. He appeared to have shed his "puppy" look and what was stood across the room from her was nothing but man. Hot man. Jungkook scanned the room, stopping to talk briefly to Jin before he caught sight of her. His face broke into its token bunny smile and he said something to Jin who nodded before he made his way across the room. "You're back!" He grinned. She gulped quickly, paying absolutely no attention to the nose dive her stomach was currently doing into her shoes as he approached her. "I'm back" she confirmed, returning his smile. He strode straight over, scooping her up into a bear hug. "How was England? Did you miss us? Are you happy to be back?" Jungkook asked, setting her back on the floor and pulling back. She nodded. "Massively. England was...England. Cold, wet, grey, joyless. But nevermind that, what happened to you? Someone leave you alone with a Sharpie?" She teased, pulling his right arm out by then wrist and turning it over to indicate his new ink. He chuckled. "I like them" he shrugged. She glanced up, catching his big brown eyes then gasped again. A silver bar now pierced his eyebrow. "And you've poked holes in your face. Was nobody watching the maknae while I was away?" She teased. Jungkook rolled his eyes and grinned. "Welcome home" he said, pulling her into another hug. She spent the evening catching up with her boys. Laughing riotously, eating great food, regluing herself to Suga's side and wondering why she ever felt the need to go back to England. If anything, the trip back to her country of origin had done nothing more than cement the fact that there was nothing there for her anymore. Her life was here. Her family was here. Her family was the people all gathered in this house. She felt utterly content and beyond happy to be back. However, there was a niggling little something that was putting a crimp on her perfect homecoming. She could not, for the life of her, pry her mind off Jungkook. And as the evening drew to a close and one by one, the guys started retreating to their rooms, the noise died down and her thoughts got louder. What had happened to him? What had happened to her that she couldn't focus on anything but him. He was just Jungkook. She'd known him years. He was one of her family. He meant the same to her as the others. But her mind was screaming and his name was the only thing it was saying. It was approaching 3am. Suga had passed out hours ago and was fast asleep sprawled along one side.of the corner sofa next to her. The room was in total darkness except for the flicker of light from the TV screen. Namjoon was half asleep on her other side. Hobi, Jin, and Jimin had gone to bed already. V was sat at a table opposite tucking into some Ramen with Jungkook. Both engrossed in their conversation and their noodles, she allowed herself to study him in the flickering light. His hair was considerably longer than when she last saw him and now coloured a deep purple, Contrasting strongly against his flawless skin and framing his face perfectly, then resting just above his shoulders. Her urge to run her fingers though it was making her hands restless and she fidgeted uncomfortably on the sofa. She swallowed hard, her eyes skipping over his features. Pretty brown eyes, newly pierced eyebrow which really suited him, cute nose, sensual, slightly pouty lips that broke into the most disarming smile, strong jawline, slender neck. She tried to swallow past her increasingly dry mouth as she became painfully aware of her heartbeat, thudding more and more erratically the longer she looked at him. She reprimanded herself silently, arguing in

her mind that this was ridiculous. He was Jungkook. It didn't matter that her stomach rolled uncomfortably every time he looked at her. It didn't matter that she wanted to trace every line of the dark ink that snaked his arm with her fingertips. It didn't matter that all she could think about was running her nose slowly along his jawline, inhaling the scent of his skin as she clenched his soft, long hair in her fingers. It didn't matter that there was nothing she wanted more than to disappear in him. Her nose brushing his, close enough to feel his warm breath between them, his lips parted, hers skimming gently along his, hot, heavy breath, the pressure of his soft lips yielding to hers, the taste of his tongue. His hands, strong, firm, sliding slowly down her back, hitching up her shirt to touch skin as he pulled her closer. Her eyes fluttered, her breath caught in her throat, stomach churning. What the hell? It was Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook. This couldn't be happening. She snapped back into herself so suddenly she wondered if she'd actually fallen asleep. Her heart was racing. Tae and Jungkook were looking at her when her eyes finally focused on a solid object. "Bad dream?" Tae asked with an amused smile. "Did I fall asleep?" She muttered, genuinely confused. She kept her gaze locked firmly on Tae. She could see Jungkook out of the corner of her eye but was terrified that whatever had just happened to her was written all over her face. "Well you just jumped out of your skin so I figured you had." He replied. Her face was burning. She could practically still feel Jungkook, smell him, taste him. She needed to get out of here. She jumped up, causing Suga whose head had been resting against her knee to flop unceremoniously back onto the sofa, waking him with a start. "HUH? He yelped. "Erm....sorry Shugs" she muttered, ruffling her hair and trying to get her bearings while still carefully avoiding looking at Jungkook at all. "I need to go...pass out" she grumbled, heading straight for the stairs without looking back. She knew that exit was highly suspicious but once into the safety of her room, she didn't care. She leaned against the door, bracing it with her body as though she expected someone to try kick it in. The air was cool and refreshing thanks to the open window and she breathed steadily, trying to return her thumping heart to a regular rhythm. "Oh this is not good!" She whispered. --------------------------------------------------------------------- The following morning came far too quickly after a restless night. She just couldn't settle. Her stomach was in knots. What the hell had happened last night? What was that half awake fantasy business and why was it replaying in her mind like an iMax movie with full surround sound and smell-o-vision. She dreaded leaving the confines of her room for fear of running into him. Just the thought of seeing him made her stomach churn. "This is stupid!" She grumbled to herself, throwing her legs off the bed defiantly. "I will not be a prisoner in this god damn room for nothing. Last night was...a one off. Everything is fine. I will go downstairs, I will see Jungkook and he will just be Jungkook. No weird romance movie slideshow, no flutterings, thoughts or desires of any kind. Just...normal" Even she didn't really believe her whispered self pep talk but she feigned conviction anyway. She slid out of bed, pulled on ripped jeans and a hoodie and approached her bedroom door. With a deep breath, she reached for the handle and practically threw herself out of her room. Her determination was not only building by the second but she was also flooded with a sense of defiance. She jogged down the stairs, ready for the day ahead. Looking forward to hanging out with the boys and having a lazy day. She could hear the faint murmer of chatter as she approached the kitchen. Hobi was up for sure and maybe Namjoon. She strode into the kitchen with a bright smile. "Morning guys!" She was greeted with a chorus of responses and scanned the room. Hobi making coffee. Namjoon leaning on the

counter. Suga slumped at the kitchen table. Jimin and Tae chatting as they poured orange juice. No Jungkook. She ignored the wave of relief and made a beeline for Suga, ruffling his hair as he grumbled sleepily against the table top. "Morning Shugs" she grinned. Namjoon was looking at her quizically. "You seem...better today" he mused. She raised a questioning eyebrow at him as she squeezed passed Hobi for the coffee pot. "Better?" He nodded with a look of amusement. "You were...weird yesterday. Not yourself. You seemed...distracted." he said. She shrugged and shook her head. "Jetlag probably. I felt kind of out of it to be honest. Just needed to be home and sleep" she replied, nonchalantly. Namjoon wasn't buying it at all and she could tell by the look on his face but he nodded as though he accepted her reasoning. She stayed in the kitchen with the guys, filling them in on her trip back to England and what had happened during the 3 months away. She got so caught up in it that she didn't think about Jungkook at all. That was, until he came down. She was halfway through her bowl of cereal when he padded into the kitchen. Barefoot in black shorts and an oversized white t shirt showing off his tattoos. His long hair deliciously tousled. He was still sleepy eyed but he looked warm and...inviting. She dropped her spoon, clattering loudly against the table making everyone turn and look at her. "Whoops. Butter fingers" she mumbled sheepisly. Everyone carried on with what they were doing apart from Namjoon who was looking from her to Jungkook with a smirk. "Jetlag come back?" He teased. She could feel the heat rising to her face and hoped to every deity under the sun that she wasn't blushing. "Never dropped anything before?" She questioned. He shrugged and chuckled playfully. His gaze was casual but she felt like he could see every thought in her head. She pushed her half eaten cereal bowl away from her and leaned back in her chair. She was trying to look casual but had an inkling that she was failing miserably. Suddenly Jungkook was right behind her, leaning over the back of her chair to reach for her unfinished cereal. His hair tickled the side of her face and the faint fruity smell she associated with him flooded over her. Her breath caught sharply. Her heart kicking into double time. It lasted literally seconds but it seemed like an age before he straightened up with his stolen breakfast. He flashed her a bunny smile and wandered over to the fridge to grab milk. She realised she'd been holding her breath the entire time and let out a quiet huff. Namjoon's smirk had turned into a full blown grin. Flustered, she stood from the table and exited the kitchen. Maybe she'd find some solace in the lounge. She flopped wearily onto the sofa, closing her eyes and exhaling slowly. Damn. It didn't make any sense. How in the hell had Jungkook turned from bunny to honey overnight. A few more tattoos, an eyebrow piercing and slightly longer hair didn't change him that dramatically. He was still the exact same Jungkook she'd known for years. But...he wasn't. He was hot. Like...painfully, sinfully, stomach clenchingly hot. Had he always been this hot and she'd just not noticed? She knew he was attractive in the general sense. She worked for BTS. She saw the effect he had on women every day of her life. But... she'd never been one of them. He was just...adorable, sweet, regular Jungkook. Now one trip to England had turned the world on its head and there was nothing regular about him. She groaned with annoyance, closing her eyes. She was going to be objective about this if it killed her. She'd always been close to all the guys. Each one had a different facet to their personality that made them so very dear to her. Yoongi was a part of her. She loved him completely. Namjoon was her confidante. She could talk about anything with him and absolutely trust that he'd never give her anything back but honesty and understanding. Jimin was her sunshine. He could brighten the darkest of days with no effort. Tae was her sweetheart. One of the most

genuine, lovely people she'd ever known. Hobi and Jin made her laugh until she couldn't breathe on days when laughter seemed a million miles away. And Jungkook was a bunny. Sweet, playful, easy going, her gaming buddy. They were all integral to her. But NEVER in a romantic sense. It seemed almost laughable to her to put romance and any one of them in the same place. It just wasn't that thing. Ever. They were family. More than simple, fleeting romance. They were her ride or die. None of the others had changed a bit. She still loved them completely. She'd still die for any one of them. But now Jungkook wasn't so much tiptoeing as stomping in huge obnoxious boots into a whole new territory for her. Him and romance seemed intrinsically linked. They went together like water and ...more water. She couldn't even look at him without her mind throwing up a million different scenarios, none of which were located even remotely near the friend zone. She pictured him as he was when he walked into the kitchen. Objectively, that was just early morning after not a lot of sleep Jungkook. Not like she hadn't seen him like that a thousand times before. But this morning he was different. Sleepy, disheveled, soft and warm, relaxed, comforting and so so sexy. Jungkook and sexy were not two words that went together. Now she couldn't separate the two if her life depended on it. God, he was sexy. Like, lose all thought, toe curling, scream into a pillow sexy. Her mind raced, presenting her with thoughts to only fuel the fire. Him laid in bed, languid and comfortable, snuggling into him, feeling his body heat, legs entwined, burying her face into the back of his neck, smelling his hair as he grumbles happily, rolling towards her with a sleepy smile, his eyes still closed, skimming his fingertips up her arm until they stop on her neck, his thumb slowly stroking along her jaw, his lips meet hers in a lazy kiss, still halfway between sleep and waking, sweet to begin with, gentle, his lips brushing softly as he's pulled from his sleep, then teasing as he realises what's going on, his lips part, his tongue tickling her lips, asking for entry which is happily granted. His hand moves from her neck back down her arm until he finds her hand. Their fingers entwine as he rolls her onto her back and straddles her, lifting her hands to pin them either side of her head. He's more forceful now, tongues brushing together, his kiss deep and heady. A soft moan of contentment rumbles in his throat. He breaks the kiss, her eyes flutter open to see him on top of her, hair falling into his eyes as he scrunches his nose up in a wide smile. "Good morning" he whispers. "Everything ok?" A voice broke her from her daydream and her eyes snapped open. Namjoon was stood in the doorway of the lounge with the same grin he'd been sporting when she'd left the kitchen. "Peachy. Why?" She responded with a tight smile. "You're being weird again. If I didn't know better I'd think you and Jungkook hooked up" he shrugged. "WHAT?" she squeeked. Her attempt at casual fell completely flat. She sounded more like she'd just been stung by a bee. Namjoon laughed heartily. "Something's going on. What it is?" He questioned. She considered brushing it off but this was Namjoon. He could read her like a children's book. She swallowed hard, suddenly needing to say everything in her head out loud to a human person. Maybe that would make her realise how dumb it was and restore her sanity. She sighed heavily and noticing the expression on her face, Namjoons grin faded into a look of concern. "Can we talk?" She muttered. He frowned, nodding. "Of course. What is it?" He asked. She looked around and ran her fingers though her hair. "Not here. Outside?"

#jungkook #jungkook x reader #jjk #bts namjoon #bts fanfic #bts #jungkook fanfic #jungkook fluff #jungkook smut #bts ot7

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enchanted-lightning-aes · 4 years ago

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Not Known Track

A/N: so, did I probably manifested a new WIP?? yes, I did. no clear plot yet but characters and vibes are there. takes place in the same universe as this one. Just Enchant having another POC cast WIP that will deplete my brain cells each time I think about it.^^

Word Count: 727

TW: None

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Two people cross over a bridge of stones floating on water. A knight jumps while doing a calculated landing and a prince follows her. He loses his balance slightly until he moves his feet together. After reaching the land, he pants then presses a hand over his forehead.

"How long does it supposedly take to go to this secret location?" Prince Marick asks, furrowing his brows. "Because last time I checked, you told me it would be a thirty minute walk. Not an hour."

Tae's neck turns stiff as she straightens her back. She throws a pointed look at the prince, who dusts his shirt. She turns her head and rolls her eyes. Despite how they're outside, where nobody sees them, he still does that

Patting a sword at her side, she examines their surroundings. Only trees and a steady wind seems to be their only witnesses. The moon glows in darkness of nightfall.

"I won't worry about it, your Highness," she replies. "Your safety is my priority. I won't let any harm happen to you."

Both of them continue venturing on the field, going by a secluded grove of trees. The prince almost got caught in a kidnapping attempt by soldiers of the Taplium empire. He did something so reckless and careless that it put both queens into hysterics. For the knowledge, he told to everyone. For the knowledge.

What a bloody cost it proved to be, Tae thought.

Kicking fallen twigs, she huffs a breath.

"And I appreciate what you've done for me." Marick's soft-spoke voice is filled with emotions. "And for my family. I just don't think you're thinking it the right way."

Tilting her head up, she pins a glare at the prince.

"Are you saying I'm not smart enough to think through? Unlike you?"

The prince's mouth slacks as he waves his hands dismissively.

"No! That's not what I meant!"

"Then what exactly?"

"I'm. . . I'm only being cautious, Dame Tae. We're out in the forest, who knows if it's a matter of time if someone finds us?"

She crosses her arms, flattening her lips into a line.

"If it happens then I'll have no choice but to take them all. One by one until they bleed from my sword's blade. Make no mistake of that."

Prince Marick's eyes widen. He stares at her, covering a hand over his mouth.

"Dame Tae. . . you can't be serious about that. You don't need to do any treasonous things for me. It's not your duty."

"Your Highness, it's for your safety," Tae reminds him, bending down from branches above her. "I'll do whatever it takes to ensure that."

Shutting her eyes for a moment, she turns her back on him. She concentrates on finding the hidden path, where he'll be safe. If nothing else, she can give this instead. Truth be told, she'd do anything to keep him away from harm. Even at an expanse of her clean record.

No one doesn't seem to be doing that far, anyway.

Bushes shake as a fox jumps out of it, leaping onto elsewhere. Marick shrieks then presses a hand over his chest. Tae pulls a face and shakes her head. His mothers shouldn't be so adamant in sheltering him. Because he seems afraid of a potential of anything crossing their paths.

Animals aren't harmless yet they didn't possess a danger that a human might have. He should be more afraid of her if anything.

As shadows shrink with every movement, she pushes leaves away from view. Revealing a path leading towards a cave with an entrance. A golden door with no knob.

The prince doesn't need to worry because she learned a secret method to get in.

When they're in moonlight once more, she hears murmurs of awe from Marick. She averts her attention away, a tingle blazing over her chest.

Clearly, nobody showed him this.

"Wait. . . I'll be hiding here?" Prince Marick asks, sounding fascinated than confused.

Tae nods. "Until the guards scour every location for those soldiers, you'll stay in this location. It's a hidden path, no one else can find you."

"Okay," he replies, inhaling heavily. "How are we supposed to get in then?"

Arching her brow, she walks towards it.

"You'll figure it out soon enough. Believe me, I've practiced tons of times in order to do that."

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#writeblr #creative writing #flash fiction friday #fff100 #enchant: original works

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thebibliomancer · 3 years ago

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Tides of the Dark Crystal liveblog pt 24

Tides of the Dark Crystal by J.M. Lee because THE MARINER IS BACK and that’s a bad thing. For the protagonists. I’m pretty excited about it personally.

Last times on book: Amri and co are on a quest to unify the Gelfling clans against the Skeksis. They’ve succeeded with the Sifa and Dousan, causing impressive pyrotechnics that burned a record of the plot into nearby surfaces. While they were working at that, All-Maudra Mayrin was killed by the Skeksis and they’ve installed her daughter Seladon as the new All-Maudra. After meeting the urRu Swimmer in a dream, maybe, Amri came up with a plan to use the Waystar Trees on the nearby mountains to reach out to the Vapra. The group finds the Swimmer’s secret mountain house and stops in to warm up but they’re surprised by skekSa the Mariner.

Chapter 24

Tavra makes an appeal to the Vapra; skekSa isn’t mad, she’s just disappointed. Also, she’s livid.

So last chapter ended with skekSa demanding to know where the Swimmer is.

“We don’t know what you’re talking about,” Naia said.

skekSa swept closer, filling the room. She tilted her head at Amri, counting the number of Gelfling before her, then leaned over the worktable and smoothed her claws along the paper and ink, touched the tomes and scrolls. Her gaze lingered on the maps they’d been looking at, then came back to the Gelfling before her.

“Maybe I believe you.”

“Why are you in Ha’rar?” Amri asked. “Weren’t you supposed to stay with the Sifa in Cera-Na?”

“Why would I? They abandoned me. Without their navigators and charts, I cannot escape this infernal mainland. Then Emperor skekSo called me to Ha’rar when things got, how shall we put it? Complicated. With All-Maudra Mayrin. And I remembered that there is someone with the charts I need, who keeps them in her tower near the Vapra Waystar grove.”

Oof.

You have to feel for skekSa a little.

Okay, so she wasn’t helping the Sifa escape out of the goodness of her heart, she desperately wanted to escape too.

She’s absolutely paranoid that the Emperor would send assassins after her for her defiance in, I guess, trying not to live in his hierarchy.

And even if you take into account the show where the death of a Skeksis is unthinkable to the Emperor, remember too that there’s a lot that the Skeksis will do to each other that won’t result in death.

I don’t blame her for wanting to escape.

But perceiving it as the Sifa abandoning her to not abandon the other Gelfling is not a healthy way of coming at it.

Anyway, this reminds Amri of the Swimmer saying “what is a compass without a ship” and he realizes that the inverse “what is a ship without a compass” is true too. But says it aloud for some reason.

And this makes skekSa very angry, although she calms down to go back to being classy hiding menace.

She mentions that skekZok told her about an encounter the Chamberlain had with a group of Gelfling where “one in particular -- a Vapra, to his memory, but I think he may be mistaken -- threw Sifa fire dust in his eye.”

“You wouldn’t know who that might have been, my little apothecary?”

Amri tried not to shrink back. “He was asking for it.”

“Oh, you can burn out both his weepy eyes for all I care.”

HAH!

No surprise that the Mariner who hates Skeksis politics would hate the Chamberlain. He practically is Skeksis politics.

But the major takeaway of the story was the Chamberlain’s description of the Drenchen in the group. A Drenchen who matched the description of the Drenchen who escaped the Castle of the Crystal.

Naia.

“Ritual Master skekZok is very keen in this aspect, you see. And since we are friends, he and I, then you can imagine I am keen as well.”

Ruh roh.

“Of course, I didn’t fully understand his interest in you when we met in Cera-Na,” skekSa continued. “But now that I do, and now that he’s offered a reward for your capture, how fortunate it is that you are here before me, trapped in this tiny room.”

RUH ROH.

Interesting that the Mariner did know who Naia was all along. She just didn’t care at the time when Operation Go Somewhere Else was on the table.

Naia promises she’ll die before she lets herself be drained but skekSa says that skekZok doesn’t want to drain her. The Skeksis need her and Gurjin to study their twin bond to answer some questions that many of them have been wondering.

Kylan stood up, standing firm beside Naia. “Aughra said you’re wrong. She said it’s not going to help you understand how to drain your other halves.”

skekSa scoffed.

“Is that what they think? Unfortunate.”

Hah.

The Skeksis are way off base but skekSa would get her reward for bringing Naia in either way. I like that she’s scornful at how they’re barking up the wrong tree.

Its what I expect from an accomplished pirate captain detective scientist like her.

But since a reward is a reward and because she doesn’t want to fool arond, she offers a deal. She gets to take Naia. In exchange, the rest of the group gets to go if they promise to leave the mountain immediately and not get in skekSa’s way again.

(Imagine from her point of view where you keep running into protagonists)

Naia pointed her dagger at skekSa. Before Amri could stop her, she said, “I’ll take that deal, but I won’t go without a fight.”

“Naia, no --”

Kylan’s protest was cut off by skekSa’s grin. She knocked aside her coat, baring the glinting gold handle of a long blade slung at her waist, putting a hand on the grip and sliding it loose with a deadly, metallic scrape.

“I accept your challenge,” she said.

Fairly accommodating of skekSa, really.

It lets her friends get away and it means she can try to run away because thats part of the struggle.

I mean, its not quite fair. Skeksis way outweigh Gelflings and hit like a truck. And skekSa is in the prime of her whatever age she is, not like those creaky castle dwelling Skeksis. Fresh salt air has done a body good.

Tae decides to stay and fight with Naia while the rest go and do the Plan they’d Planned on. And Tae is their best fighter.

Amri recognizes that this is the best chance they’ll get, hates it, but grabs an angry Kylan and runs anyway.

They (Amri, Kylan, and spider Tavra) trudge through the snow and up an almost vertical slope and reach the circular grove of glowing blue and white Waystar trees.

And at a good time. Far below in Ha’rar, the Vapra gather and the Skeksis will come to the gathering soon.

Hm. I wonder if whats taking the Skeksis so long is skekSa up and disappearing on a mountain hike. She was called to Ha’rar to help and she went off on a personal errand.

I can imagine skekZok looking for her around the Citadel, cursing as he finds her boots behind a curtain making it look like she was hiding behind that curtain. Or something like that.

Amri searches the Waystar trees, to find the ideal one whose roots burrow into the mountain and intertwine with the veins of water and ice that spread to the city below.

He finds the sturdiest tree and his rock sense or whatever lets him feel the whole mountain and every street of Ha’rar by touching its bark.

“It has grown here since long before the Vapra arrived,” he said. “Before Ha’rar. This tree knows the entire mountain, the entire valley. Runs under the citadel and through every street of Ha’rar. If it agrees to carry Tavra’s message, every Gelfling in the snowy land will see her dream. Hear her voice, and know they are not alone...”

AH HA! So that’s the plan! Amri’s rock sense, Kylan’s music magic, and Tavra’s Tavra to reach every Vapran in Ha’rar through something like dreamfasting that the Skeksis can’t overhear. Good the Plan, Amri!

Kylan starts playing a similar tune to the one he played before the Sanctuary Tree, causing the Waystar trees to glow even brighter.

Amri sees a dreamfast of the three of them standing in the grove but Tavra is with them in her Gelfling body, dressed as a Vapra princess.

“Hear me, Gelfling of Ha’rar. I can only hope you hear me and recognize my voice. I do not have much time, so I can only tell you part of all I have to say. And it is that the Skeksis have lied to all of us. The dream on the pink petals is true. The Skeksis have begun draining us, deep in the Castle of the Crystal. My mother the All-Maudra knew this and planned to rise against them. And in punishment, the Ritual Master and the General murdered her.”

Amri felt a tremble in the dream, as if the earth itself was shivering. The whispers that shuddered through the tree’s veins and the ice and rock were from the Vapra. From anyone who was listening, who heard Tavra’s voice.

“I do not know what the future holds for the Gelfling, but I know this: No matter what the Skeksis say to you, no matter how dark the night may seem -- there are friends in that darkness, waiting for you. Readying the torches we will bring against the Skeksis, when it is time for their reckoning. We will survive. We will endure. Wait for our signal. Let it guide you and we will be victorious, so long as we are together.”

It felt like the beginning of an electric storm crawling across the earth and skin. Amri felt the warming of kindling and a thin string of smoke. He felt footsteps, the earth shaking. Distant voices as Tavra finished:

“I know this and I wait for you, though it may be in the darkness. For in the shadows, we will light the fires of resistance.”

Heck of a speech, Tavra.

I notice that characteristically she doesn’t raise her voice or pepper around exclamation points. Just gives a simple, measured message of hope.

Anyway, its good that she finished up because the fight they left at the Swimmer’s mountain home spills over into the Waystar grove, destroying one of the trees.

Nobody is happy here. The two Gelfling and one Mariner are all wounded from the fight. Amri is not pleased that skekSa followed Tae and Naia to where the Plan was happening. And skekSa’s not happy that they’re all still on the mountain doing things.

The Mariner asks if this is how the Gelfling repay her benevolence in letting them go but Tae shoots back that the Sifa have trusted skekSa for trine and asks whether it was all a lie.

skekSa composed herself, just a fraction, standing straighter and sniffing.

“Little Tae,” she said, though a snarl sharpened the edge of her beak. She grabbed another of the Waystar trees and cracked its limbs in her claws, careless with her impossible strength. Its glow died like an ember pulled from the fire. “I would have taken Ethri and the Sifa across the Silver Sea. Far away from the Emperor and the castle and all of these stupid politics. But Ethri decided not to go. It was you who defied me. Declared your true allegiance. I am not an ally of the Sifa. I am your master.”

Oof.

The underlying thing in all benevolent paternalism is the paternalism. And that can turn ugly when its defied or not given the respect the whoever feels entitled to.

The thing with a parent/child relationship is knowing when to let them go and be adults of their own and that just won’t happen without bad feelings when a “superior” long-lived species rules over a “less advanced” shorter-lived one.

And even if skekSa disdained Skeksis politics and felt drawn to the Sifa for their shared love of that sailing life, at the end of the day, the Skeksis are gonna be around forever while Gelflings lead lives comparable to mayflies. Its hard to stand up against the only people who will share eternity with you.

Its why I think skekGra is the only Good Skeksis that can last. He’s removed himself from a position over anybody else. Just he and himself for company.

Anyway, back to the skekSa.

“Now, as your lord, I will tell you the same thing the General and the Ritual Master are telling the Vapra below. At this very minute. The rebellion is dead and a lie, burnt to cold ash along with the All-Maudra. The Vapra, and the rest of the Gelfling, have only one fate: To bow to the Skeksis, and to gaze upon us with immortal fear. To cower in utter submission.”

Her voice fell low and sinister as her breath clouded around them like a fog.

“There will be no more fires,” she said. “And there will be no resistance.”

Amri replies, basically, with ‘nuh uh’ and points towards Ha’rar.

The torches dotting the city flash through a rainbow of flames, burning bright enough to light the city like daytime. And the flames dream-etch onto every wall of the Vapra citadel, just like at Cera-Na and the Wellspring when the literal flames of resistance were lit.

[Amri] stared in wonder at the etchings as they rippled across the broad surface of the citadel, unraveling for all to see. The depictions of the Omerya, the Sifa, Maudra Ethri. The shade-filled leaves of the Wellspring Tree, protecting the Dousan from the darkening storm.

And now the next verse of the song, which they had told that very night atop the frozen bluffs: Shining like a star, radiant with light, was the image of a Vapra soldier-princess, the crest of six trees emblazoned on her living crown.

WOW!

The recap flames just nominated Tavra to be All-Maudra. Geez, sucks to be Seladon.

It makes a narrative sense in this version, I’m afraid.

Since we’ve stuck with Naia’s party, Seladon is barely a character. We haven’t seen her insecurities first hand and her struggling with her mother’s expectations and her own desires and all that. We don’t directly see her lean into Skeksis loyalty.

Tavra HAS been very present and active in the narrative of the three books. (And people have been VERY vocal about her being a better candidate for All-Maudra. Like very vocal. Seladon would have cried if she had been around for those conversations).

So just taking into consideration the YA novels continuity, we don’t know Seladon. We know Tavra and want good things for her especially since so many bad things have happened.

And another thing... what will happen after all the clans unite has been left vague but if the Skeksis don’t relinquish power gracefully, it could be war (as it was in the show). Maybe a soldier-princess All-Maudra is more fitting for the times the Gelfling are heading into instead of the trained stateswoman raised to be essentially the middle manager between Gelfling and Skeksis.

Sorry Seladon.

#dark crystal #the dark crystal #Tides of the Dark Crystal #liveblog #Amri #Tavra #she's still a spider tho #Kylan #Naia #Tae #skekSa #the Mariner #another light show

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minalous · 4 years ago

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fallen candy | 1

⇁ yoongi x female reader x taehyung ft Jimin x female reader

⇁ romance,humour,angst,smut || supernatural!au

⇁ yoongi!angel, taehyung!angel, reader!hybrid, mentions of death, oral (female receiving), fingering, loss of virginity, love triangle, future poly

The gates of the underworld are now open, unleashing evil and death on earth. Namjoon cannot stand to see his beloved humans suffering so he asks his most trusted friend Yoongi to help him save them. With the help of Taehyung, Yoongi is searching for the hybrid that will help them save humanity. They are searching for you.

⇁5.1k

...

Eras come and go, thousands of years full of knowledge and history are intertwined with the humans on this earth, the world created for them. As humanity started growing into something magnificent, evil and hatred came to disturb it. The wondrous world of humans is about to cease to exist, no miracle would be able to recover the atrocities the demons had done over the past few years; Humans stopped believing in the old gods, in the new gods, in any gods for that matter. They gave up every power they were holding, they offered that power to monsters whose only desire was to destroy whichever privilege their gods openly offered them.

The true Gods gave them free will, courage, intelligence, a beautiful world to live in. And what did they do in return? They destroyed their world, they worshipped gold and silver, they fell on their knees and worshipped false gods which never existed. The true Gods wished nothing but happiness and love for their creation. Can they help them now? Yes they can. It is not too late.

Their headquarters are filled with smart beings, some not so smart but heavenly beautiful.

Yoongi, Taehyung, Jungkook and Namjoon are four of the Gods, half daemons, half angels. Daemons were creatures of wisdom, creatures equal to Gods so they were treated as such. Their angel blood gave them power which was much needed for the wonders they did upon the earth. Day and night they would guard humans from evil, keeping demons and monsters under their control. When humans began their secret worshipping of demons, when they started having evil thoughts and feelings which had to be restrained, they lost their connection to the heavenly creatures. Their free will was in their nature, nobody would take it away from them; but that was what led them to hell upon earth.

The gates of the underworld were now open, unleashing evil and death on earth. Namjoon could not see their creation dying, suffering until they would beg to be put out of their misery. They created them because they needed to love and be loved. He had to act and he had to act now.

Namjoon gathers his most trusted friends to ensure the immediate resolution of their biggest problem. He knows the only remedy to the situation is to create a new hybrid, a creature powerful enough to have their enemies tremble in fear. The hybrid would be their new leader, the leader they’re in need of and who will shed light on the darkness the demons have brought upon humanity.

The details about the recent events in the underworld and on earth have the Gods agree upon taking great measures to ensure an immediate expedition, to acknowledge the danger, the considerable pressure growing bigger. Namjoon further explains how humans are no longer free, their will is manipulated by the demons, vampires and other hideous monsters who are in need of puppets to do their deeds. And that is when Namjoon drops the bomb out of nowhere; the need to create a hybrid.

“You want us to do what?”

Yoongi has become so furious with their leader’s announcement, the weight of the task given to them is something more than what he has anticipated for.

“If you do not do it, Jungkook will. And you know what that means”

Namjoon’s voice is loud and clear, determination lacing his soothing tone. He is confident enough to entrust an important task to his best friend, a task that could ensure a win against the evil powers controlling humans. He would not want to have Jungkook handle a strategy in need of meticulous research, a plan to reveal weaknesses about their enemies. Jungkook may have the muscles but Yoongi has the brains. However weird it may seem, Taehyung is a better shot to the unknown than Jungkook on this occasion.

“Hey! I am a real asset to this team”

Jungkook pleads to be chosen for this mission, muttering under his breath he’s better than anyone else in this room.

“You are only off by two letters”

Jungkook stares at Yoongi’s direction, furrowing his brows in deep confusion due to the daze Yoongi’s words caused him.

“Stop speaking with fancy riddles, hyung” Jungkook says in an almost begging voice

"And you call me stupid"

Taehyung mocks Jungkook in a childish way, making both Yoongi and Namjoon hold their temples in an attempt to calm their frustration. They are in great need of cunning beings that can accomplish tasks in this time of need, but who knows what must be going on inside their brains.

"You make a good rival" Jungkook tells him proudly

"Stupidity is not something you should be proud to compete but between the two of you, I would not expect anything better"

Yoongi’s voice now mirrors Namjoon's feelings, his words confusing the two younger Gods even more but making Namjoon laugh.

"Please just accept the research. You cannot leave me with Jungkook as my last resort" Namjoon now pleads for Yoongi’s acceptance, pointing at Jungkook who is trying to fight off a small bug with his fists, throwing tiny punches in the air.

"Hey! I am right here guys" Jungkook says once more, scaring away the two older Gods

...

In the end, Yoongi ends up accepting Namjoon’s offer to become the leader of the research, a team working under his command who is seeking for clues about the existence of a hybrid. Taehyung is the one to seek answers hidden in the history of their ancestors, as Yoongi tries to discover new information about the demons on earth. Yoongi hasn’t seen humans from up close for a very long time, his eyes wandering to find any clue that could lead him to the main source of their problem.

It has been two months now and he had almost given up. There were no signs of change, the same old things kept happening; vampires feeding off humans, humans willingly offering their souls to demons for a better life, people worshipping false gods which in reality were reapers that would later torment their souls for eternity. It breaks Yoongi’s heart to see those low life demons disturbing the peace of his beloved humans.

When Yoongi could no longer bear the thought of seeing those atrocities and was about to leave, he sensed an immense power. There must have been a powerful creature on earth. He could sense it was evil; the powerful aura radiating from within its heart was pure evil. Since nobody could ever see him, living or dead, good or evil, he walked towards the direction of where the being should be. But he would have never expected to see what he saw.

A fallen God. One of the monstrous Gods that killed hybrids with their bare hands.

In the older days, Gods had the freedom to be with whoever they desired to be; angels, daemons, humans, witches. Everyone was living freely all across the lands. Hybrids were created, beings much more powerful than most of the Gods. Soon enough some the Gods envied the power the hybrids held, fuelled with jealousy and anger they achieved to turn every powerful God and magical creatures against them. Families were destroyed, young kids dragged away from their mothers’ embrace and in a matter of days, the young hybrids were either exiled or dead. But for the jealous gods, the massacre wasn't enough, and they started hunting down the surviving children; had those poor souls tremble in fear before tearing their hearts from their chest, killing mothers with their unborn babies inside them. This complete genocide of innoncent hybrids couldn’t be ignored by the other Gods, who stepped in to bring the perpetrators to justice. All except for one..

Nobody ever sought revenge, nobody tried to find what happened to the hybrids that survived. Deep down their parents knew what was better; even if the kids were in exile, it would be for the best for their identity to stay unknown; and if they were dead, they wouldn’t want to know the truth. Exile sounded better than death and for them, a lie would be better than the truth itself. It hurt too much to get separated from their beloved kids but who was to rise against the almighty Gods?

Taehyung is given the order to search for any clues inside the books they were passed down through generations, to find anything remotely close about the history of the hybrids. The library contains hundreds of books, centuries of history including the hybrids, knowledge upon the Gods, the known enemies, the existence of powerful unknown enemies hidden in the shadows, possible threats in the foreseeable future. So much information that is enough to get Taehyung confused and mostly make him give up only after two months of research.

Yoongi finds Taehyung shuffling around the library with one of the librarians, almost ready to devour her on top of priceless books which offer unlimited access to humanity's history. He would have expected him to be irresponsible, to be lazy and grumpy about the difficulty and the obligation of his duties towards their team but he would have never expected this kind of irresponsibility.

Yoongi fake coughs and it is enough to alert Taehyung who shoves himself away from the poor girl, the girl bowing slightly before leaving the two Gods alone. Taehyung is quick to grab the book right next to him, sitting back down on his chair to continue reading or at least pretend to.

"I never claimed to be the smart one, Yoongi hyung" the small pout on his lips is the sign that he is about to use, Yoongi's weakness

"Do not hyung me, Tae." Yoongi scoffs to the younger's attempt to get away from being lazy so easily

"It has been two months now and there is no progress! I am not the one to fix such a complicated matter!" Taehyung loses his calm, pouty demeanour and stands up with a small jump from his chair, tossing the book he was holding on the desk. "I wish I could help but reading is not my speciality. Having my head between books is boring" he whispers under his breath but Yoongi is quick to hear his words.

"Being between someone's legs is your speciality but right now we need you. I need you. We are talking about humanity's last chance to be saved." Yoongi's sarcasm is easy to detect and it has Taehyung get smaller when he sits back on his chair, book in hands again to keep up with their research "You may not care about them, may not miss them but they still have faith in us, Tae. We promised to take care of them as long as they honour us. And they still do." Yoongi eyes Taehyung for the first time this evening, his glare intimidating, so intimidating that has Taehyung look away from him before muttering something that sounded like "okay I'll do my best not to have them die"

Taehyung desperately tries to find any clue about the existence of any hybrids, any hint that there may be someone left to lead them back to the land where they used to live, where the families raised their kids. Two weeks go by since his small argument with Yoongi and he can feel that they are going in circles, there is no history left from back then, it seems as if they have erased any kind of hint about the hybrids.

“I give up. I guess humanity is going to die!” Taehyung mumbles “And I am in no mood to create new humans” he pouts and kicks his legs like a five year old

One of his wishes is to find an answer about the hybrids, he has been praying day and night to his ancestors to find a hybrid or for them to simply create one. Taehyung’s fear is not what will happen to humanity or what horrors the demons will bring upon them but what Yoongi and Namjoon will do to him if he doesn’t do his job. A loud thump breaks his train of thoughts, he jumps up quickly to find the cause of his disturbance.

“Why can’t I have some peace of mind?”

His footsteps lead him to an aisle full of some of the most ancient books they have, some of those are not even related to the recent Gods including him as well, books enclosing a few of the mysteries of the universe’s creation. A piece of paper draws his attention, with careful moves he retracts the paper and carefully reads it.

“Cl-o-clo...se? Close?” Taehyung sighs and tries to read it again

“ ‘Close your eyes’ ? Why didn’t I pay attention to ancient Greek? Okay.. Relax Taehyung. You got this..” he takes a deep breath and starts again “ ‘Close your eyes and.. and call my name.‘ ”

The frustration is already built up inside his mind, no time to waste but he is here trying to read a stupid paper that gives him no clue.

“Do I look like I know your name?”

“Call my name”

“W-what?” even for a creature like Taehyung that holds so much power, he is still scared of unknown voices that whisper to him.

Before he can ask for a second time, deep sleep takes him over and soon enough he is snoring on the floor, the books on the shelves shaking as something or maybe someone is arriving. The powerful spell he had just cast consumed all of his power and drained him but he is safe as the young woman arrives into their heavenly kingdom.

...

You are here.

You don’t know what here is, you don’t know where you are, what you are. You only know you belong here. Something or someone called for you. Someone woke you up from your deep sleep, you don’t know for how long you have been asleep for. Your last memory is your mother and father telling you how much they love you, how proud they are for you, how good and kind you are and that one day they will be with you again. They were scared last time you saw them; so scared. You were only a few decades old when something happened that brought so much sadness inside your house, in the place you grew up and learned to call home.

The way you heard your parents scream your name, the moment you saw their expressions change from happiness to pure terror... It still haunts you after so many years of silence. Their love can still be felt in your heart, you let it guide you as you walk down the aisle. By the looks of it, it must be a library. You think it must be a beautiful place to wake up, to make up for the years of not learning anything new, to build new memories to call your own.

It feels safe to be here, that’s what you think, already enchanted by the knowledge getting offered to you so openly. Book already in hands and for the first time in so long, you feel at peace. Even when you were asleep, away from reality, you could feel the loss, the longing. But now, everything seems to be falling into place. Is this what it feels like to hope?

There’s a God near you; you can sense his presence, his aura. A wave of euphoria overwhelms your emotions for a few seconds without realising you may be in heaven right now.

“Can I stay here a little bit longer?”

The stranger nods softly, a warm smile on his lips as he closes the space between you. Without any warning he hugs you, a way to reassure you it is safe to be here, to be with him.

“Of course” his voice sounds so sweet to your ears

“My name is Yoongi. If you need me, let me know”

With Yoongi gone you wish to continue reading, more and more books to offer you knowledge you don't have yet about this kingdom or the world, the human world. You don't find overwhelming the new information you get to explore; history of the world, evolution of the human kind, ancient times and magic, the background of your ancestors, the different kinds of art. Who could have thought humans would be so blessed?

But what about now? What is happening now in the human world? Maybe there is a book to enlighten you further into their history.

There is one book that stands out. A book in the middle of the library. Questions cloud your mind as to what makes it so important, why is it in the centre of the library. It presents itself in all its glory, white pages with golden letters. Letters that start appearing as if the book is writing its own story. And it does indeed.

The book represents the story of the human world. Everything happening right now in the human world is getting written on the book.

"It's a spell." the man says

“Don’t they need help?” but instead of waiting for an answer, you let the book answer for you

With only a touch of your hand the book spoke to you, time stood still for a split second, your eyes rolled at the back of your head and you saw; you saw the pain, the agony, the fear, the manipulation, torn souls and evil. So much evil.. It is way too late to save some of the souls, they were far too deep into the evil surrounding them, minds full of thoughts they didn’t own, another being controlling their every move, mindless puppets ready to do their master’s deed.

It feels so dark and lonely inside their world.. Hope and love can be seen, kindness can be found into the smallest corners. But you see traces of the same energy everywhere, black drops tracing back to the same aura, it cannot be seen but you can feel it spreading steadily, slowly devouring the goodness from people. It is like broken memories, the book whispering to you, scenes unravelling in front of you and they look all the same while they are revealing you one and only being; a man who walks on this earth to bring misery. A fallen God.

He is suppressing who he is, power drips from his fingertips but you can tell. He is the one to blame for the doom brought upon the humans. Why is he in every memory the book is showing you? You can only catch glimpses of him, his face changing every time he moves from one human to another. This fallen God finds a new host to live in but none of them can survive long, he repeats the same thing over and over again until he feels satisfied with the pain he brings upon.

Once you believe the book is done with showing you past memories, it shows you one more; the fallen God looking at someone. He smirks and you can feel it, all kinds of evil thoughts consuming his whole being and it scares you. It is time to go.

“Found you”

A sweet voice, there is nothing sweet about the tone he uses but his voice sounds so sweet.

"The Gods never left, little girl. Humans started worshipping lifeless devices, poisonous intimacy, gold and silver to rule their life. Humans abandoned the Gods, so They abandoned them."

The fallen God is so close to you, caught on what is happening you let your guard down and he grabs the opportunity to touch you. Is it fear you feel? No. This feeling is.. Sadness. Agony. Regret. He runs his finger on his plump lips to taste the sweetness of your fear mixed with your tears of agony. Blood boiling within his veins but it doesn't stop him from teasing you for a little more before tearing your soul. Desires of any kind have his mind under control, his thoughts are a swimming pool ready to lure you into the depths of it, darkness and loneliness wanting to drown you and keep you under their wet blanket.

“They still want you. They still need your love”

So many voices live inside his mind, the more you look into it, the more you stare into his eyes, you find something so familiar and endearing. Why is it that you cannot find yourself to feel threatened by him?

“Call me crazy, but I think I was meant to know you” you manage to get out in a soft whisper, hand reaching out to touch his cheek

His eyes soften for a moment before he goes back to his blank stare, but in that moment you felt as if he understood what you meant.

“Jimin” is the last thing you remember saying

The man who woke you up from your deep sleep, is the one who dragged you out of memories the book was showing you. Memories would not be the most accurate way to describe what just happened but you have no other explanation.

“Nobody was ever able to do what you just did” he says

“What is this book?” you ask as you take a step back from the book

“This is the book of past and present” he tells you “it shows every single thing that is happening right now in the mortal world, humans living and dying, every decision they make, good or bad thoughts”

“Who was that man? The fallen God?” you ask him in curiosity

“Taehyung, it’s okay. I’ll let her know about it”

Yoongi carefully takes your hand into his, looking for any hint of disapproval in your eyes but you have none when it comes to him and your new friend Taehyung, a sense of security warms up your heart when they are in your presence. Yoongi and you sit down on the sofa right next to the fireplace, the soft noises of the burning wood bring back memories you try to suppress while Yoongi recounts events of the past, stories of how Jimin, the fallen God you met and other fallen Gods brought shame to the Kingdom.

When all is said and done, Yoongi heads back to the headquarters to attend a meeting with their leader Namjoon, leaving you with Taehyung who is the one responsible for you.

...

Taehyung is taking his sweet time to do his so called research on you, within a few weeks you already have the ability to consume enormous amounts of information; history, science, evolution. And this kind of growth is not meant to happen in such a short time, not when the gods and daemons themselves have to learn little by little. Humans are strange, humans are unpredictable and so are you. Are you a human? Are you a god? Are you a daemon?

His eyes follow your every movement; the way your lower lip twitches every time you read something that excites you, how your eyes squint in curiosity when a new information is found within the endless pages of the books you’re reading, how pretty your skin looks under the warm light of the fireplace.

“You better stop” he tells himself

"Could you please stop fidgeting?" you ask him without taking your eyes off your book

Taehyung cannot stop staring at you, the former interruption with the librarian left him unsatisfied and bothered. Obviously you are sending him no signals, nothing impure coming from your way but that doesn’t stop him from closing his eyes to imagine how good you would feel underneath him.

With eyes shut tight his thoughts can only lead to pure filth, marking your hot skin, your sweet smell only serves to drive him crazy. Nobody has ever touched you in that way before and he wishes to be your first. Taehyung opens his eyes to be met with the beautiful sight of you. Legs now spread to help him with any kind of relief, his cock restrained inside his painfully tight pants.

“What’s up?” his voice dropped an octave and you can feel his eyes piercing through your skin

“What’s good?” another question follows but you're unsure on what he refers to

Unknowingly you trace your eyes back to him, Taehyung touching his soft lips, index finger brushing his lower lip and you cannot help but trace his every movement. A new feeling blooms inside your chest making the next thing he says so easy to follow and accept.

"Come here, angel"

The aroma coming from his aura is unbearably sweet, intoxicating. His long, curly hair falls in front of his sharp eyes, hands now placed in each of his thighs and it surprises you how breathtakingly deceitful looks are. You could have mistaken him for a devil if you didn't already know he is a God.

Lust.

The smell of lust is oozing out from every part of his body, he is so unnaturally warm when you touch his face. Taehyung grabs your hand softly, no words come out of his mouth when he pulls you in one sharp movement and places you underneath him.

"Do you trust me?"

The mixture of his scent with the warmth of his body offer nothing but safety, body relaxing under his weight. The hair at the back of your neck raises in every soft breath he takes, feeling so sensitive as it hits your skin.

"Please tell me you trust me"

Goosebumps awaken on your skin when his lips brush at the shell of your ear and you softly nod to his words. You are scared to answer, afraid your voice will betray you. You wouldn't have let him touch you, be so close to you if you didn't trust him. It doesn't feel wrong to be here with him, to feel him press his cock on your thigh.

You are not that clueless about sex, neither are you experienced. It doesn't matter because you want to know, you want to feel what those humans felt when they sold their souls to the lust demons. It must be so good, so heavenly good for them to sell the most valuable thing they have, their soul.

With his teeth grazing on your neck you close your eyes, a sound you have never made before leaves your lips and Taehyung immediately freezes. Taehyung's hand comes to wrap around your neck, fingers softly pressing against your throat but in a way that only serves to drive you crazy.

"You drive me mad. You haven't done anything but a sound and I am already so hard for you."

Taehyung roughly bites on your ear this time and you feel your panties sticking on your folds, your empty core in desperate need of attention.

"Let me take care of your every need, let me taste you"

With your clothes being a barrier anymore, Taehyung praises you, taking over you, senses overwhelmed as he is buried between your legs. His tongue is attacking your clit relentlessly, one of his digits inside your pussy and you can already tell why everyone is so easily blinded by lust.

The sounds of your moans fill up the small of the room, his fingers entering your mouth to silence you. Your instincts tell you to suck around his fingers, to lick them and you are glad you do. Taehyung groans, your actions cause him to speed up his finger, curling it inside your pussy to attack that soft spot that has you moan around his fingers.

Your back is arching, shivers welcoming a new wave of pleasure and you can sense your whole body falling apart. He knows what he is doing to you, acting so innocent as he wipes your cum off his face.

"You are dripping wet, angel"

The smirk on his face and his full blown out eyes have you spellbound, you haven't caught your breath yet from your first orgasm but you want more, you need more.

"Please, I want more"

Taehyung doesn't need more than those words to oblige, cock lining on your entrance, his need to feel you raw may cause him problems later on but he doesn't care, mind only filled with you. Thoughts of you. The sounds you make only for him.

"Look into my eyes" he says, voice laced with love and you know you won't regret having him be your first

You cannot close your eyes, the euphoric feeling of bliss overwhelms your senses and in that moment he is taking over you, he has your heart in his hands. A moment only the two of you will ever share, a memory you will forever treasure.

…

The night sky looked so beautiful from the balcony outside the library, your favourite place for the past few weeks now and you cannot wait until the moon rises. For the moon to be in its full bloom, to smell the night wind carrying the fragrance of the flowers that prettily decorate the garden.

“Why are you always up so late?” a familiar voices stops your train of thoughts

“Yoongi” you say with a smile forming on your lips

“World's asleep” you add “more room for thoughts”

Yoongi nods, quietly coming your way. Having him so close feels comforting, you had such a long day, the effort you put to trace Jimin again, the fallen god Yoongi and you saw in the human world, is wearing you down. But to have Yoongi share this beautiful night sky with you, a new feeling starts blooming in your heart. He has been supportive, he has been guiding you carefully into the human world and both inside his world, the community the Gods have. He is so good to you..

Like a dream come true, you find yourself able to breathe again, your heart coming at ease. Is it natural to feel the same way for more than two people? This feeling inside your heart is the same one you feel when you are around Taehyung.

But now you want to hold Yoongi closer, to feel him closer; with no thoughts on your mind you turn around and kiss him. What surprises you is not how easily Yoongi accepted your kiss but the way Taehyung found a way to creep inside your mind. Taehyung is filling your mind with thoughts of him, Yoongi is slowly making his own way to your heart and you cannot choose who owns your heart.

Every love story is a ghost story. Maybe you don’t have to choose.. Maybe you have found your ghosts.

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jjungkookislife · 4 years ago

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Puppy love ║ kth ║ part six: I-I can explain

dog dad!Taehyung x dog groomer!yn

wc: 2k

warnings: cursing, fboy!kook, strained sibling relationship mentions, implications of aroused!kook

a/n: writing in between screenshots

Yoonji sighed, shaking her head as she closed her app. She didn’t want to be too bummed out over a cute guy she didn’t know, but she wasn’t willing to put her heart on the line if it didn’t work out. She’d rather feel this slight ache now than a major heartbreak later.

You were bubbling with excitement as the minutes ticked by and you finished wiping the counter. You’d be off the clock and able to see Yoonji, Jimin and Yoongi at Kim’s.

“Finally!” You exclaim as you flip the sign on the front door from ‘Open’ to ‘Closed’. You lock the door before stepping out of the building and straight to your car, hoping nobody stops you to ask for an appointment.

The second you’re behind the wheel and adjusting your seatbelt, your phone goes off with messages. You pause, taking your phone out of your bag to check it before you drive off.

You were apprehensive to meet more of Yoongi and Jimin’s friends, not knowing how their personality would mesh with yours. If you had met them one at a time, like you had with Hoseok, it would be easier on you. You felt overwhelmed but quickly remembered Yoonji would be there as well and she’d be meeting his friends for the first time.

The Min twins hadn’t been this close until the past year. They both had a hard time finding themselves, feeling like they were in each other’s shadow. That all changed when Yoonji went to school in Busan. There, nobody knew her as Yoongi’s twin but as just Yoonji. She liked that, thrived in it and for the first time in her life, she felt like she could be herself and not her brother’s shadow.

You admired her growth, glad that her self-discovery had made her more confident in herself, and yet she remained your best friend. The twins were just now melding their friendship, wanting to get back that closeness that they had lost before. It took effort on both their parts, but Yoonji meeting the rest of Yoongi and Jimin’s friends was a big deal. The two often kept their worlds separate, but that couldn’t be helped when you were best friends with Yoonji and Jimin, thus bringing in Yoongi into the equation.

You loved Yoongi though, how could you not? He was sweet and gentle but wasn’t scared to be honest with you. He was loyal, immensely talented, and cared about you deeply simply because you were a friend.

You valued all of their friendships, and you wanted to be able to have fun tonight and put in your best effort in meeting his friends; no matter how nervous it made you. You found peace knowing Yoongi wouldn’t keep bad company, and with that thought on your mind, you changed your outfit and waltzed out the door to meet your friends.

Taehyung walked Tannie to the park, holding his leash as Tannie sniffed the surrounding ground.

Tae wanted to meet up with his friends, but he was in one of those moods where he just wasn’t up to socializing. He knew if he’d told his friends the truth, they’d understand, but he wasn’t one to make them worry. Instead, he decided to clear his head by going on a walk with his dog at the park. He figured the fresh air and Tannie’s excitement would be enough for him to relax and hopefully get out of this mood that weighed heavily on his heart.

Yoonji was waiting for you outside the restaurant as you walked up. Her face lit up, and she wrapped her arms around you so tight you thought she’d squeeze you out of your dress.

“I can’t breathe,” you manage to say as you try to hug her back while taking a breath when she eases up on her grip.

“Sorry!” She’s quick to apologize. “I’ve missed you!”

“I missed you too! I hope you weren’t out here too long.” You state, hoping you hadn’t inconvenienced her.

“Just a minute or two. Jimin and Yoongi went to greet their friend. Apparently it’s his place. Or one of them, I should say.” Yoonji informed you as the two of you walk into the crowded restaurant.

“Oh? Wow!” You take in the atmosphere as Yoonji leads you to the back of the restaurant where there’s a large table set up and Yoongi and Jimin wait for the both of you. You sit beside Jimin, and beside you sits Yoonji, leaving the seat to her left empty.

“You made it,” Jimin says as he hugs you, kissing your cheek.

“We’re all back together again,” you grin as you feel slightly at ease to be surrounded by your friends.

A few minutes after catching up briefly, there’s a loud group entering the restaurant. It catches your attention and Yoonji’s head whips around to face her brother; a scowl on her face.

“You didn’t tell me he was coming!” She hisses at her brother, who shrugs.

“I didn’t know til last minute. Taehyung isn’t coming though,” Yoongi says as he grabs his drink and the group of men come closer.

Jungkook’s eyes widen as he spots Yoonji, looking away, only to realize his friends have filled the remaining seats and the only spot empty is beside her.

Yoonji puts her hand on your thigh, silently asking you what to do. She had filled you in on her last conversation with him just a few hours ago and you knew the last thing she wanted was to be in the same place as him, much less sitting beside him.

“Hey guys!” Jimin chirps with a grin and a wave. Everyone says hi before they’re all staring at you and Yoonji. Jungkook stares at his lap, his cheeks pink.

“This is my sister Yoonji and our friend Y/n.”

You wave.

Namjoon smiles, “so you’re the girl Tae-“

Hoseok elbows him.

You raise your brow, confused.

“The girl he takes his dog too.” Namjoon finishes lamely.

You nod, “he’s Tannie’s dad?”

“He’ll be bummed he didn’t come tonight,” Seokjin appears with a smile, extending his hand out for you and Yoonji to shake.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you and Yoonji. We’ve heard so much about you two.”

“Wish we could say the same,” Yoonji states, glaring at her brother. Yoongi sighs, “you’ll be fine. Plus, you’ve got Y/n right there.”

“Y/n?” Jungkook speaks for the first time. You nodded.

Jungkook furrows his brows before looking at Hoseok, “isn’t that your girlfriend’s name too?”

Hoseok nods and Jungkook licks his lips, “weird.”

“Ignore him, he doesn’t get out much,” Namjoon says as he pats the seat beside him for Seokjin to sit down for a second.

“That’s not what I heard,” Yoonji mumbles loud enough for you and Jungkook to hear. Jungkook’s cheeks turn red along with his ears. He coughs uncomfortably before he excuses himself.

“Yoonji!” You hiss the moment he’s gone.

“What? It’s true.”

You know you won’t get anywhere with her, so you turn to Jimin and talk to him instead. You didn’t care for rude people, and if Yoonji was going to treat Jungkook like this all night; you wanted no part in it. Yoonji knew that, so she too, excused herself.

“I wish Tae had come,” Jimin sighs as you finished the last of your dessert.

“I’d like to meet him properly sometime. I like all your friends, even Jungkook that’s been hiding most of the night.”

Jimin chuckles, “he’s not a bad guy, honest. He just likes to fuck, which isn’t a bad thing, but he’s got a reputation that makes him seem like a fuckboy. He’s always up front about his intentions. He never lies to any of his partners about what he wants.”

You nod in understanding. Jimin plays with the straw in his glass, “however, I’m not messing with Yoonji and Jungkook. If they like each other or they just want to fuck, they can figure it out on their own. They’re both adults, and frankly, it’s none of my business where Jungkook puts his dick.”

“Better not be in Yoonji,” Yoongi huffs, but Jimin rolls his eyes and silences him with a kiss.

“Let her do what she wants. She knows what’s best for her.”

“I know,” Yoongi sighs dejectedly, curling into his boyfriend's side. “I just worry about her…”

“She can handle her own. Come on, let’s go see where she ran off too so we can get you home.” Jimin helps Yoongi up and you rise from your seat to follow them.

You linger at the front door, noting the sun is long gone and the darkness of the night has overwhelmed the sky. You look down the street, giggling when you see a couple kissing quite passionately. Hands moving up and down the woman’s body while her hands grip the collar of his button-down shirt. The rest of his shirt is half pulled out of his tight jeans and when his hand comes up to cup her face, you see the tattoos on his hands.

“Is that Yoonji and Jungkook?!” You gasp, attracting your friends’ attention, now joined by Hoseok and Namjoon.

“Son of a bitch,” Namjoon huffs, placing a $20 bill in Hoseok’s open palm.

“I knew he wouldn’t be able to resist her,” Hoseok grins as he pockets the money. Yoongi shoves them both.

“When did that happen?” Jimin asks, blinking and rubbing his eyes to make sure he’s seeing correctly. “She hated him at dinner.”

“And now his tongue is down her throat,” Seokjin chuckles as he joins the group.

“So who’s gonna go get her?” You ask as you say ‘not it’ right after.

Unfortunately, Jimin loses and ends up walking toward them, looking over his shoulder every few steps to pout. He taps Jungkook on the shoulder to get his attention, knowing Yoonji would bite his finger off.

You can’t hear what he’s saying to them, but when he turns and points at the sizable group, you wave. Yoonji crosses her arms, shaking her hair out of her face and straightening her outfit.

She looks at Jungkook, biting her lip. Jungkook swallows thickly, adjusting his shirt but not tucking it back into his pants. Jimin shrugs, walking away from them before rejoining the group.

“What happened?” Hoseok asks when Jimin doesn’t immediately spill.

“Jungkook is gonna walk her home. Come on, Min Twin,” Jimin grabs his boyfriend’s hand and leads him away. You hesitate, taking your phone out to call Yoonji, who is still talking to Jungkook.

She answers immediately, looking at you.

“Are you sure you want him to walk you home? I can take you,” you state.

“Uh… yeah. It’s not too far from here. Don’t worry, I’ll text you when I get there.” Yoonji hangs up, and you receive a text from her with Jungkook’s phone number just in case.

You nod, waving at the rest of the boys before you get into your car. They wait for you to drive off before they go their separate ways.

Taehyung lies on the couch when he gets home, and that’s where Jungkook finds him an hour later after leaving with Yoonji.

“How was the park?” He asks tentatively.

Taehyung shrugs, “fine.”

“You missed meeting Y/n.”

“I’ve met Hoseok’s girlfriend ,” Taehyung answers as he calls for Tannie. The pup comes running, jumping onto his chest.

Jungkook rolls his eyes, “no. Y/n, as in your dream girl Y/n.”

Taehyung’s eyes widen as he sits up with Tannie in his arms, “she was there?! The love of my life was there?!”

Jungkook nods

“And YOU got to meet her before me?!”

Again, Jungkook nods.

“That’s not fair! I didn’t even get her name, and you got to spend time with her and get her name?”

“We told you to go with us,” Jungkook shrugs as he yawns. Taehyung finally noticed his friend's disheveled appearance.

“What happened to you?”

“I… met Yoonji.” Jungkook blushes as he unbuttons his shirt. Pink marks litter his neck and chest.

“Some meeting,” Tae whistles as Jungkook runs the nape of his neck.

“Yeah… we’re going out tomorrow. I’m excited,” Jungkook admits. Taehyung is glad for his friend. He knew his interest in Yoonji was bigger than anyone else he had ever met, and after she had rejected him, he had been feeling down. He hopes the date goes well, he likes seeing Jungkook happy.

puppy love ║ kth

part six: I-I can explain

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here4theheartbreak · 4 years ago

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Whistling Woods (TaeGi)

✩ AO3 Link Here!

✩ Relationships: taegi (Taehyung x Yoongi)

✩ Genre/Universe: fluff

✩ Rating: General Audiences

✩ Tags: getting together, suggestive scenes, fluff, fairies, angels, fae!Taehyung, fae!Jimin

✩ Summary: Yoongi hears a strange whistling in the woods outside his apartment. What he finds will change his life.

✩ Word Count: ~3.6k

✩ A/N: This fic fills the square Snow Angels for @btsholidaybingo - Also for Taehyung’s birthday 2020. And! Finally, this is also my last fic of 2020!! I will return next year with even better works for you all. Thank you for your support this year!

Yoongi fell into bed with a deep groan. Long nights were the worst. He’d been up until three in the morning, working on the latest report for his company. He was ready to sleep for a damn week. Yoongi simply was not built for this style of working.

He plugged his phone in and wrestled his way under the covers, sighing contentedly as the cool winter breeze drifted in through his open window. His eyelids grew heavy, slipping shut.

The whistle was like nothing Yoongi had ever heard before. A long, high squeal followed by three rapid trills. At first, he wondered if it was the wind through the trees outside his window, but he’d never heard wind whistle like that. There was silence for a few moments, and then another series, two rapid trills, one long whistle, one more rapid chirp.

Yoongi sat up, scowling at the darkness outside his window. It sounded so close. He lived on the third floor of his apartment, but it sounded right like it was right outside, in the little grove of trees that connected to the wider woods.

Another series of chirps and whistles, different than the previous two. An animal? Some sort of bird? He’d never heard a bird like that. He sounded almost too mechanical, like someone was trilling on a referee’s whistle.

The noise went on for another twenty minutes, and Yoongi had begun to get chills down his spine. There was something deeply eerie about the sound. It didn’t belong. It wasn’t right. The shadows in his room suddenly felt far more threatening, and the cool breeze through his screen that normally helped him sleep was far more chilling.

Yoongi swore under his breath when it happened again, kicking out of his blankets and padding over to his clothes. He tugged on sweatpants over his pajamas, and a hoodie, then added his winter jacket. He pulled his boots on and slipped quietly out the door of his apartment. He could still hear the whistling faintly as he padded down the steps to the ground floor, and far louder once he was outside. Yoongi’s heart was beating a mile a minute, not sure what he was actually doing out here. Whatever was making that noise wasn’t an animal or the wind, so it was probably a human. But why would a human be blowing a whistle at three in the morning?

Despite the knowledge that this was probably a very bad idea, Yoongi circled around the apartment building and stepped onto one of the dirt paths that wound through the wooded area.

The chirping continued as Yoongi snuck along, sounding much louder and much closer as he wandered along the paths. He lost sight of the apartment building among the trees, digging in his pockets to find his phone. A dread settled into his stomach when he realized he’d left it charging on the bedside stand. If he got lost, he would be in trouble.

As if confirming his concern, the whistling erupted again, near enough to his left side that it made his ears ache. He ducked low behind a tree, creeping off the path and heading toward the sound. His boots crunched in the snow despite his best efforts to quiet them.

As he neared what l looked like an open patch in the trees, the crunching of snow and quiet titters of something filled his ears. His own footsteps were entirely drowned out. He moved himself behind a tree, peeking out.

It was a small clearing, moonlight shining down and casting a cool, bluish glow over the snow. In the center were two men—at least they looked sort of like men, making snow angels in the deep snow. Yoongi leaned forward, narrowing his eyes to see them better. One sat up, and his face shone in moonlight. Yoongi’s heart jumped. He was the most stunning man Yoongi had ever laid eyes on. A sharp jawline and shaggy, wavy hair colored in a variety of blue shades, his mouth drawn back into a wide smile.

The whistling erupted again. It was coming from the man. Not that he was blowing a whistle – but from his mouth. It moved like he was speaking to the other, pink haired man in the snow, gesturing to the angel he’d made.

As if things couldn’t get any stranger, wings erupted from the blue haired man’s back, fluttering iridescent in the moonlight. This time Yoongi did gasp.

Both men’s heads whipped around, landing on the spot Yoongi was hidden. His heart began to pound as they approached, the blue haired man’s feet lifting from the ground every few feet as his wings – his wings!! – fluttered him forward. Yoongi looked around, wondering if he had any chance of hiding.

His thoughts were cut short when a slender hand grabbed his arm with surprising strength, yanking him forward into the field. Yoongi cried out in surprise, landing in the snow. Some puffed up into his face, blinding him momentarily.

When he cleared it, he was face to face with the stunning blue haired… creature. Now that he could see him clearly, he realized that fit far better than man. His skin was smooth and perfect, almost poreless in the shine of the moonlight. His eyes were bright blue, the same shade as his hair, which Yoongi could now see was just as iridescent as the wings sprouted from his broad back.

“You can see us.” The voice that came from the creature was shocking; a rich, velvety, deep sound that settled immediately into Yoongi’s bones.

“You speak Korean.”

The creature tilted his head. “Of course. Is that not where we live?”

“Th—The whistling.”

“You heard that?” Chirped the pink haired creature behind him. He was just as stunning as the blue haired one; shorter and slimmer, with a full, pouty mouth and vibrant pinkish irises. His voice was higher and softer, but just as velvety and soothing.

“Of course. It’s why I came out here. It woke me, but sounded like nothing I’ve heard before. I needed to know.”

The blue haired creature blinked. He straightened up, allowing Yoongi to sit up and bat the snow from his coat.

“You live in that brick building outside the grove.”

“Yes, my apartment building.”

“Hum. You shouldn’t see us.”

“Well I do. Clear as day. Right here.” Yoongi reached out and touched the creature’s arm. He jumped visibly.

“I don’t get it. Humans can’t see us! Unless—”

“Humans? What are you?” Yoongi asked.

The pink haired one crept closer, his movements light enough that he barely disturbed the snow under his feet. “He doesn’t look Fae, Taehyungie.”

“I know. Did you have two parents? Both humans?”

“Of course I did. Fae? Is that what you two…” Yoongi drifted off, staring at the two in front of him. It would make sense. The wings, the otherworldly beauty, the inhumanness in general. But Fae? They didn’t exist outside of fairy tales.

“Yes,” Taehyung said simply. “But only ones with Fae blood should be able to see us unless we let them. Nobody can hear us speak our own language.”

“That’s what the whistling was.”

“Yes.”

Yoongi shook his head. “This is insane. I—I’m just a normal guy. I just wanted to sleep in peace.” Yoongi put his cold hands over his face, screwing his eyes shut.

“I think he’s frightened, Tae.”

“And probably cold. You should stand up, human. Come on. We won’t hurt you.” Taehyung grabbed Yoongi’s elbow, hauling him to his feet.

“I just wanted to sleep,” Yoongi groaned.

“What’s your name, human?” Taehyung asked. He pried Yoongi’s hands from his face and offered a smile.

“Yoongi. Min Yoongi.”

“My name is Taehyung. This is my brother, Jimin. You should go home, it’s too cold, your nose is turning red.”

“I—” Yoongi hesitated, looking around. “I’m lost. I wandered off the trail trying to find the noises…”

“Let me take you home,” Taehyung offered. “I know the way.”

Yoongi hesitated, looking between the two creatures. Fae. Fucking fairies!

Jimin smiled, seeming to sense his hesitation. “We’re peaceful. We won’t hurt someone who won’t hurt us. Humans can’t see us, normally – We’re just confused, but we don’t mean you any harm, Min Yoongi.”

“I’m just… This is all too much.”

“Let me take you home,” Taehyung said again. “We will be quieter, you won’t need to even remember tonight, it can be a dream.”

Yoongi chuckled without humor, shaking his head. “This is too insane to even be a dream.”

Despite his lamentation, Yoongi let Taehyung grasp his hand and lead him through the woods.

As they walked, Yoongi couldn’t help but keep looking over, examining the features of the man next to him. The only problem was, more times than not, when Yoongi would look over, Taehyung was already looking at him, their eyes meeting awkwardly before both looked forward once more.

When they reached the edge of the woods, apartment looming up in front of them, Taehyung grabbed Yoongi’s hand once more.

“I don’t know why you can see us, but please don’t tell anyone, okay?”

“No, of course not,” Yoongi said. “Frankly the story would be entirely unbelievable anyway… But I figure you guys are hidden for a reason, so…” He trailed off and shrugged. “Thanks for bringing me home.”

“It was my pleasure.” Taehyung hesitated, glancing around the empty area. He seemed like he had something more to say, so Yoongi waited, standing just outside the protection of the woods.

“What’s up?” Yoongi finally asked when the silence had stretched on too long.

“Nothing, I just… I can’t figure out why you can see me.”

“I don’t know, honestly. I had two perfectly normal parents, nothing magical or special about me.”

“That’s untrue,” Taehyung said.

“What?”

“Saying there’s nothing special about you. It may not be in the Fae sense… But you are special, Yoongi. I can feel it.”

“Is that so?” Yoongi chuckled. “Tell that to my boss.”

Taehyung tilted his head a little. He let go of Yoongi’s hand after giving it a little squeeze. “Sleep well, Min Yoongi.”

“Uh… Thanks. You too, if you sleep?”

Taehyung smiled brightly, a squarish shape that was both odd and endearing. “We do. And I will. Thank you.” He turned then and slipped back into the trees. Yoongi watched until he could no longer see the blue of Taehyung’s hair, feeling strangely sad when it finally disappeared. He shook his head and headed into the apartment. What an insane night, he thought as he fell into bed. So fairies were real… And really pretty. Who knew?

Yoongi woke the next morning to a fresh snowfall and a perfectly nice breeze in his window. It only took a few minutes of lying in bed, breathing in the crisp air, for the memories from the night before to come flooding back.

Fairies. He’d met… real fairies. Though he may have been able to brush it off as a wildly detailed dream, the damp sweats hanging over his desk chair, and the boots, still puddled with melted snow by his door, told a different story. So, it had happened. He’d met… Fairies. The blue haired one - Taehyung - swam to the forefront of his memory. He was so stunning. Yoongi was almost disappointed he’d likely never see him again.

He rose and dressed for work, facing yet another mundane day. He went to see his boss first thing when he reached the office, intending to update him about the progress on the reports he’d finished the night prior. When he entered the office, however, his boss jumped up.

“Min Yoongi! Just the man I wanted to see.”

“O— Oh?” Yoongi asked, glancing around. “Is there something wrong with the numbers?”

“What? No, the numbers are great, they always are. You, my boy, you are something special. You know what I think you need? A raise. How does that sound?”

“A raise?” Yoongi spluttered. “But why?”

“Because you’re good at your job. Damn good at it. In fact, did you finish the spreadsheets for this week?”

“Uh-huh. Last night. That’s what I was coming in to say—“

“Great. Take the rest of the day off. Early weekend.”

“What?”

“Well, why should you stay around, you’ve done your job. Go home and enjoy the day. I’ll see you on Monday.”

“Are you sure?” Yoongi asked, confusion written across his features.

“Of course I am, get out of here.”

Yoongi bowed in thanks, walking out hesitatingly. He kept waiting for his boss to call him back, say it was a joke. Even as he rode the bus home, he waited for the inevitable ‘get your ass back here’ phone call that was sure to come.

But it never did, and Yoongi was able to spend the day relaxing, working on music and art and just generally enjoying his day.

As the sun dipped down over the horizon, Yoongi settled in for a long, relaxing bath. He was going to get to bed early tonight and wake up refreshed for the weekend ahead, he decided.

After the longest, most pampering bath he’d let himself take in near a year, Yoongi trotted out of his bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist and headed for his bedroom.

And on his bed sat Taehyung, cross-legged and wingless, reading a magazine that was on Yoongi’s bedside stand.

Yoongi screamed in surprise, covering his bare chest with his arm and squeezing the knot on his towel more tightly. Taehyung looked up.

“Oh! You’re out. I didn’t want to bother you in the bath, so I waited here. Why do you look so frightened?”

Taehyung hesitated, then gasped. “Oh, right. Humans knock rather than just appearing, huh?”

“Usually,” Yoongi said, still breathing hard, “yes. Also I’m naked and you’re on my bed.”

“Is that a sexual proposition?” Taehyung asked simply. Yoongi thought for a moment he was going to choke on his own tongue as he struggled to respond.

“What, no!”

“Oh. Why do you need to point out your nudity in relation to my position on the bed then?”

“Because I’m naked, Taehyung!” Yoongi cried, slumping against the wall. “I need to put clothes on and you’re in my bedroom!”

“So…” Taehyung blinked. He gasped then. “Oh! You’re timid.”

“I am not timid,” Yoongi bristled.

“About your nudity?”

“No! It’s just... I don’t—Just turn away at least so I can put on underwear.”

Taehyung shrugged and spun around on the bed, his back to Yoongi. Yoongi hurried over to his dresser and pulled on his boxers and a pair of pajamas. “Okay, fine,” he said, tossing his towel into the hamper. He heard the bedsheets rustle as Taehyung turned back around, but faced his closet to find a shirt to sleep in.

“You have a nice body.”

Yoongi’s cheeks warmed at the compliment. “Thanks…”

He tugged on his shirt and turned. “How’d you get into my room?”

“Your window.”

“It’s barely open.”

“Enough for me. I can get very small when I want to.”

“Like Tinkerbell,” Yoongi joked. He paced around a moment, unsure what to do with himself. Finally, he sat in his desk chair, facing the bed.

“I suppose,” Taehyung finally responded, after watching him pace. “We can change size if needed but we don’t stay tiny like the cartoon.”

“I see… Why are you in my room?”

“Because I wanted to see you again. Did your boss treat you better today?”

Yoongi scowled at that. “He—” His words from the previous night came back to him. ‘Tell that to my boss.’

“What did you do to him?”

“Nothing. I just told him that you were special and should be treated as such.”

“You didn’t have to do that,” Yoongi lamented, laughing a little at the ridiculousness of it. “But thank you. He gave me a raise and the day off.”

“That’s a good thing for humans then?”

“Yeah, I’ve deserved a raise in that place for a year. He’s normally too stingy. So, yeah, thank you… I can’t believe you did it, but… How did you know where I worked, anyway?”

Taehyung smiled and shrugged. “We fairies have our ways. I like you, Min Yoongi.”

“That so? What for? I’m just a human.”

“You have a nice face. And I think a nice personality. Your hair is a bit dull… But all my people are so bright, it’s kind of nice see that too.” Taehyung rose, approaching Yoongi. He sat on his lap, ignoring Yoongi’s sharp gasp of surprise. “And you have a nice aura.” Taehyung swiped at a spot near the side of Yoongi’s head. “It shimmers and flows. There’s dark spots but it’s not so bad at all. Not like most of your kind.”

“Auras huh? I assumed mine would be black as hell… I’m an angry person.”

“I can see that.” Taehyung tilted his head. He reached out again, drawing swirls in something only he could see. “But there’s more.”

Yoongi shivered a little despite the comfortable temperature of the room. His eyes slipped shut, then snapped open. There was a fairy. On his lap. In his bedroom. A very pretty fairy… Making him shiver…

“Taehyung—”

“Hm?”

“You should move.”

“Why?”

“Just—You should.”

“Do you not like me this close?”

Yoongi bared his teeth, swallowing hard. “That’s the problem.”

“Are you implying your arousal? I can see it, silly.”

Yoongi looked down at his lap, and Taehyung laughed. “I mean in your aura. It’s quite a pretty silver shade. See?” Taehyung swiped up through the air next to Yoongi’s head and Yoongi moaned, a shudder running down his spine and straight to his crotch.

“Wh—”

“Fairies can play with auras of humans. It’s fun sometimes. We can’t make things happen, or erase things, but we can sort of spread the emotion that’s there.”

“Well still,” Yoongi whispered, closing his eyes.

“You don’t need to be embarrassed,” Taehyung said. Yoongi could feel his breath across his cheek. “If you could see my aura it’d be very pearl. That’s my aroused color. I told you I liked you.”

Yoongi opened his eyes, surprised to see Taehyung almost nose to nose with him, his blue eyes shimmering.

“I’m gonna kiss you now,” Taehyung said simply.

Yoongi barely nodded before Taehyung closed the short distance between their mouths, their lips sliding together a little awkwardly at first. It was no different, really, kissing a fairy, Yoongi realized. No fireworks or rainbows… Just a soft mouth that tasted faintly of something sweet… And comfort. Yoongi relaxed against the chair, sighing softly into Taehyung’s mouth as their lips moved together.

Taehyung broke the kiss first, offering a crooked, square smile. “That was nice.”

“Hm… Mhm,” Yoongi mumbled, his eyes half closed.

“Do you have plans tomorrow?”

“Nope.”

“Get dressed in warm clothes.”

Yoongi’s eyes snapped open. “Right now?”

“Yeah.”

“Why?”

“My brother is waiting for me. I promised him I’d only take a few minutes. But I don’t want to leave you yet. Come play in the snow with us.”

Yoongi grimaced. “I hate the snow.”

Taehyung grinned wider. “But we love it. And I can always warm you up after.”

Yoongi swallowed hard at that, his mind going all sorts of dirty places.

“Is your brother gonna be okay with me being there? Yesterday he seemed a little weirded out that I wasn’t a fairy like you guys.”

“Oh, Jimin’s an angel. He’s my half-brother.”

“But he said Fae—”

“Yeah, angels are Fae too. They’re the more… Hm… Powerful ones? But he’s okay with it, we talked and he knows I like you. He wants to get to know you better too. It’ll be a while before it snows again, and we wanted to make a few more snow fairies.”

“S—Snow fairies?”

“You know…” Taehyung made arcs with his arms.

“Oh! We call them snow angels.”

Taehyung giggled then. “Jimin will be so enamored to hear that. Will you come?”

Yoongi bit his lip, glancing at his warm, inviting bed. “Okay, lemme get my clothes on. Wait for me outside?”

“Sure. Same place we parted.”

Yoongi nodded. Taehyung rose. His wings twitched into being, making Yoongi gasp in quiet surprise. Even in the low light in the bedroom, they were stunning.

Taehyung’s smile was sheepish. “What?”

“Pretty,” Yoongi said simply.

“Thank you. I’ll meet you there.” His wings fluttered for a moment, and he seemed to shimmer around his entire form, before – in the blink of an eye – he was gone. Well not gone, Yoongi realized as the small firefly like creature flitted around his room and out his open window. Tiny.

Was he really going to do this? He tugged on sweats and a pair of snow pants, and then his warmer jacket and a scarf. He donned his hat and a pair of boots last, grabbing gloves. He was definitely going to do this… How many people could say they went and made snow angels – Snow fairies with a real fairy and angel?

And… That they got to warm up with said fairy afterward.

Yoongi couldn’t hide the smile on his face as he hurried down his stairs and around the back of the apartment building. As promised, Taehyung was waiting by the mouth of the wooded area, his hair shining in the moonlight.

Yoongi walked up to him, and Taehyung grabbed his hand, twining their fingers. He kissed his cheek before pulling him into the woods.

Who could say they had a fairy for a boyfriend? Yoongi could, after tonight. And that was all the warmth he needed.

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the--highlanders · 4 years ago

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touch after a nightmare.

for @ettelwenailinon.

on ao3.

It was funny, really, that he had not woken with a gasp, or sat bolt upright with his chest heaving. There had been no dramatic return to consciousness, nothing that would so much as stir the air around him. He could not even remember opening his eyes. All he knew was that he was awake, and his heart was pounding, and his insides were all coiled up with a cold, stale sort of dread, the sort he knew would sit there for hours. Days, maybe, if he was unlucky.

Rustling one hand out from beneath the blankets, Jamie reached up to touch his cheek. Not even a tear. No evidence that he had been dreaming at all.

He rolled over, fixing his eyes on the Doctor and hoping that the discomfort in his stomach would start to drain away. That was one good thing about nightmares, he told himself. The thought was not as bracing as he had intended, but at least it was a little distraction for now, so he carried on with it. The Doctor swore up and down that he didn’t need to sleep at all, but he seemed to do quite a lot of it, when he thought nobody was watching. Perhaps – and this tugged a reluctant smile onto Jamie’s lips – he still thought nobody knew about it. He was sprawled out on his stomach, now, mouth slightly open against the pillow. His fingers were clutched against the sheets, like the fists of a bairn grasping at anything that came within reach. And the blankets were half-pulled away from him, tangled around Jamie instead. He must have been thrashing about.

What had he been dreaming about? he wondered. That was when he was unlucky, when he woke up feeling as if he had not slept at all, not knowing what had caused him such terror. The feeling tended to last the longest after those nights, when there was nothing solid to fix his fear to. Every shadow became a monster, then, every sound pulling him back into the murky darkness of the dream.

Tonight was one of those nights, it seemed, and he groaned, rolling over to press his face into his pillow. It seemed forever since the Doctor had told him that his nightmares would become less frightening with time. How long had it been? he wondered idly. It was never easy to tell, in the TARDIS. Days blended into weeks, even without the interruption of landing on new planets, each with their own way of measuring time. If he had to guess, it had been a few months. Perhaps a year. He had not believed the Doctor then, too shaken after a particularly nasty dream to believe he would feel anything but terrified when he closed his eyes. The fear had subsided a little, becoming more easily controllable – only to be replaced by this crushing emptiness, a great exhaustion at the knowledge that he would suffer through the same dreams again and again, and feel his hands tremble when he knew perfectly well that they were safe. It was almost worse than the fear itself, this knowledge of how pointless it was.

And it would be simpler, if he could wake with a start. That was the way it always seemed to happen in stories – someone would wake up gasping, and whoever was beside them would wake too and comfort them. It was early enough in the morning that he did not mind admitting to himself how tempting that sounded. Pushing himself up onto his elbows, he glanced over at the Doctor. He would want to be woken, surely. If he were to find out that Jamie had decided not to disturb him, there would be a gentle scolding in store. But he looked so peaceful, lying there in the deepest of sleeps. And besides, Jamie had put himself back to sleep plenty of times before. Wanting to talk to the Doctor did not mean he needed to. And what the Doctor did not know would not hurt him.

Slumping back down onto his pillow, Jamie rolled over a little, shuffling along until his back bumped against the Doctor’s outstretched hand. The soft impact made him freeze, curling away from the Doctor again and waiting for him to stir. He shifted onto his side, sure enough, and mumbled something to himself, but his movements were too slow and too clumsy for him to have woken properly. Reassured, Jamie settled more comfortably against him, not quite daring to nestle himself in. This was comfortable enough, he thought. With any luck, the weight of he Doctor behind him would tempt him back into a deep, dreamless sleep.

Then the Doctor’s arm curled around his waist, drawing him in closer. Jamie flinched against his touch for a moment, alarmed and waiting for his inevitable sleepy murmur – but no sound came. The Doctor would normally have been full of concerned questions, even if he was still half-dreaming. For him to be so quiet ought to mean that he was still asleep. But he had quite distinctly moved to hold onto him. Rolling over, Jamie squinted up to study the Doctor’s face. His eyes were still closed, too gently for him to have screwed them up again after waking, and his breathing was even. As Jamie watched, he snuffled out a snore and shifted against the pillow, draping his arm more securely against Jamie’s side to curl his fingers against his back.

The movement was short, unceremonious, but warmth pooled in Jamie’s stomach anyway. Even after sleeping beside the Doctor for – months, he decided, not a year, months would make the most sense – he had never seen him like this. He was usually so still when he slept, like something deep into hibernation. Or maybe like he was sleeping more deeply than a human might, to make up for now little time he spent resting. To see him moving in his sleep was strangely human, and Jamie reached up to touch the Doctor’s face before he realised what he was doing.

The soft contact was enough to finally make the Doctor stir more concertedly, and he stretched out, limbs flailing like he was an ungainly kitten waking from a nap. His face scrunched up and stretched out, running through its really quite impressive range of expressions before he finally opened his eyes to blink owlishly at Jamie.

“’S something the matter?” he asked, his voice rather more slurred than Jamie was used to hearing. His eyes flickered, glinting in the darkness, taking in the room through his haze of sleepiness. “It can’t be morning already.”

“No’ yet.”

“Mm.” The Doctor’s eyes were sharpening into focus now, taking on their usual brightness. “Nightmare?”

Sighing, Jamie pressed his head forward to bury his face in the Doctor’s chest. He had not planned on saying anything – and he had not wanted the Doctor to wake up for this very reason. For all that the idea of talking to him had been tempting, the idea of explaining everything was less appealing. But he was awake now, and he had asked with such concern, and lying to him was quite different from simply not telling him.

“Mmhm,” he murmured. “’S alright now, though. I dinnae remember what it was about.” Well, it was not quite the whole truth, but it was something. The Doctor did not need to know about the familiar pit of dread burning a hole in the bottom of his stomach. Nor did he need to know that it had been fading before he had woken and asked about it. “I just want tae go back tae sleep, that’s all.”

“Alright.” Jamie might not have told him, but the Doctor sounded like he knew anyway. Whatever he had pieced together, he understood enough not to press further, instead wrapping his arm around Jamie more deliberately. “You’ll sleep better, now.”

How do you know? Jamie wanted to ask – first as a challenge, then out of genuine curiosity. The Doctor had sounded so sure, like he could make it happen himself. Which was ridiculous, of course.

Wasn’t it?

There was something – a funny sort of feeling, like the strange coolness of the Doctor’s chest pressed against his own – but it was just out of reach, like he was seeing it through a mirror rather than feeling it in the real world. It was not quite pushing at him, certainly not shoving at him, but he could feel it beside him all the same. Where could it be? he wondered, raising one arm to cast around for it clumsily. But his arm dropped again after barely a few moments as somehow, impossibly, he understood. It was not physical at all, but pressing against his thoughts. He had never been so conscious of the limits of his own mind than he was now, with something else occupying some of his space. It should have been frightening, he knew, but the thing’s presence radiated calm, and he closed his eyes, feeling sleep drift closer than it had dared to before. He must be dreaming already, he thought distantly, or else he was so delirious with tiredness that he was imagining things. How could his mind be sharing space with something?

“There you are,” the Doctor was saying softly, like he knew. Like it had been him, somehow, filling the room with an overwhelming sense of peace. Could it have been? “Goodnight, Jamie, dear.” There was something uncertain in his voice, like he was showing Jamie something, and waiting for his reaction. It was him, Jamie thought at last. Somehow, it really was the Doctor’s consciousness pressing against his own. It was not probing, just hovering. If it had been real, it might have been sitting a polite distance away from him. But what did he mean by it?

Jamie had long since given up the idea that the Doctor was some sort of fey creature. He was not of the Earth, that was certain, but no matter what other world he came from, it was not the Otherworld. And yet sometimes he did things that made Jamie wonder all over again. But the longer the Doctor’s mind sat there beside his, the less he could bring himself to think about it properly. He had questions, yes, and no doubt he would ask them in the morning, but for now he was simply creeping back into sleep, and he was glad of the Doctor’s embraces, in the real world and in his mind. Closing his eyes more tightly, he focused in on the presence beside him until he could find a rhythm in it, a pulsing of four beats.

He wrapped his arms more tightly around the Doctor, settling his head against his chest. “Thank ye,” he murmured.

The Doctor’s arms tightened around him in return, and a flash of something ran through his mind. It was too distant and too quick for Jamie to fully catch, but somehow, he knew it had been happiness. Relief, even. “You’re welcome.”

#second doctor #two/jamie #fanfic archive #my writing #ettelwenailinon #HELLO we had a massive storm on friday & a lightning strike hit a house near ours which fried our wifi #i'm on a mobile hotspot to put this up + will do the same for tomorrow's fic #but hopefully will be back online normally some time next week

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silverlightqueen · 5 years ago

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Mischief Managed: Restricted Section

Across the United Kingdom, millions of children attend school every day, studying Maths, English and Science, but deep in the Scottish Highlands, a lucky thousand schoolkids get to study Potions, Charms and Defence Against the Dark Arts. Whilst the rest of us learn names like Shakespeare, Avogadro and Fibonacci, they learn names like Goshawk, Bagshot and Scamander. Whilst we learn how to do algebra, how to analyse poems and how photosynthesis works, they learn how correctly use a Conjuring Spell, how to brew a Draught of Living Death and how to fly a Nimbus 2000. And naturally, school children will always find a way to misbehave, to get up to no good, to make mischief, but when you add spells, potions and magic into the mix? Let’s just say… they get up to more than just mischief. Welcome to Hogwarts.

hogwarts!au, Park Jimin x reader - comedy, mild sexual content

Rating: PG17 (discussion of sex, sexual innuendo, brief mentions of violence and torture, mild profanity)

Word Count: 2.4k+

a/n: check the masterlist before you read!! here is the second instalment of my new hogwarts drabble series called Mischief Managed! (I know it’s really quick, but I’m motivated atm so I’m just posting as I finish them lmao). thank you to the loml @silverlightprincess for proof-reading and editing for me, you’re the best! I really hope y’all enjoy this, lmk what you think, I thrive off praise lmao x

silverlightqueen masterlist

Accio (Summoning Charm)

Type: Charm

Pronunciation: Various, including: AK-ee-oh or AK-see-oh , AK-see-oh , AS-see-oh (US), and AT-chee-oh (Anglo-Catholic pronunciation)

Description: Summons an object towards the caster. It is able to summon objects in direct line of sight of the caster, as well as things out of view, by calling the object aloud after the incantation (unless the spell is casted nonverbally). This spell needs thought behind it, and the object must be clear in the casters mind before trying to summon it. The caster doesn't necessarily need to know the location of the target if they say the name of the object to be summoned, such as when Hermione Granger summoned some books from Dumbledore's office simply by saying "Accio Horcrux books!" while in Gryffindor Tower

Etymology: The Latin word accio means "I call" or "I summon"

Notes: The Summoning Charm is unable to directly summon exceptionally large targets such as buildings, or living creatures (except for Flobberworms which aren't considered to be worth summoning). It is, however, possible to move a creature by summoning things they are wearing or holding. It is also possible to bewitch items to become unaffected from this charm, as is the case with most bought goods

Lumos (Wand-Lighting Charm)

Type: Charm

Pronunciation: LOO-mos

Description: Illuminates the tip of the caster's wand, allowing the caster to see in the dark

Etymology: Latin lumen, "light"

Notes: opposite incantation, Nox, puts the light out

‘Good evening, Madam Pince,’ I say as sweetly as possible with a big smile, and the Hogwarts librarian looks at me over her glasses, her eyes flitting to Jimin stood behind me. ‘Miss y/l/n, Mr Park. How can I help you both?’ she asks slowly, nasally drawl nearly going through me, but I widen my smile even more at the vulture-like woman, looking past the hooked-nose and the shrivelled skin. ‘We’re doing a project for Professor Moody, on the Unforgiveable Curses, and he said that the books we need are in the Restricted Section,’ I smile, injecting as much sickly sweetness into my voice as possible, and I’m even graced with a smile as Madam Pince holds a hand out. ‘Note?’

Jimin drops the note from Professor Moody into her palm, and she inspects it thoroughly, holding it up to the light, before looking back to the two of us. ‘Nobody else has come asking about Unforgiveable Curse books in the Restricted Section,’ she says, almost suspicious, and I’m worried she’s going to refuse us entry – all we’ll be able to write of our essay is the title if we can’t go in and research. ‘We were all given different topics,’ Jimin replies pleasantly with his award-winning smile, and she gives one curt nod. ‘You have an hour and a half, not a moment longer,’ she says, waving her wand at the rope which cordons off the Restricted Section, the rope disappearing, and Jimin and I exchange a victorious glance. ‘Thank you, Madam Pince,’ we chorus, and she nods, waving us away with a ‘hurry along. And don’t touch the chained-up books! You’ll regret it if you do!’

We quickly head into the Restricted Section, the rope reappearing behind us, and I stop in my tracks, having to take a few moments to let my eyes readjust to the darkness. ‘Would it kill them to invest in a couple more lamps?’ Jimin mutters, putting his hand around my wrist and pulling me along behind him. The Restricted Section isn’t that big, only a few shelves on either side of us, but the darkness and the shadows make me feel like hundreds of scary things could be hiding in here, ready to pounce.

‘Lumos,’ Jimin whispers, a sudden burst of light appearing from the tip of his wand, and I feel a little better after he does so, grabbing my wand and doing the same. ‘Where do we start?’ Jimin asks, letting go of my hand, and I suddenly feel vulnerable, quickly reaching for him again, and he turns to me with an amused raise of his eyebrow. ‘Are you scared, y/n? Not very Slytherin of you,’ Jimin teases, and I roll my eyes, keeping a firm grip on his hand. ‘Shut it.’ ‘Well, I can’t hold your hand the entire time. We’ve got to actually look through the books,’ he says, and I sigh, reluctantly letting go and ignoring his laughter as I turn to look at the closest shelf.

I hold up my wand, the light from the tip streaming out onto the spines of the books, illuminating the titles. None of them seem relevant to the Unforgiveable Curses – they’re about potions or evil wizards or dark magic that’s been banned by the Ministry. But then, any of them could mention the Unforgiveable Curses, and I realise just how vague this project topic is. ‘Found anything?’ I hear Jimin’s disembodied voice echo from the other side of the shelves. ‘Nope, not yet,’ I call back, and he lets out a sigh, both of us resuming our searching in silence.

‘Here, I found one,’ Jimin says, and I can’t get to him quick enough, feeling uneasy being around all these… evil books, and in the dark, no less. The tip of his wand is resting against a book titled, ‘Magick Moste Evile’ and I use my wand to pull it off the shelf, reluctant to touch it. ‘You flip through it, see if you can find anything, and I’ll look for some more,’ Jimin says, already beginning to walk away, and I have too much pride to ask him to stay, so I just nod, looking down at the book. I use my wand to flip through the pages, and each Curse has a page dedicated to it, a little breakdown of each curse, how you perform them successfully, and their effects.

After skimming through those three pages, I’m curious as to what other spells could be in the book, and so I ignore the voice in my head telling me not to do it, and continuing flicking through the pages. Some of the spells and magic are interesting, like ‘Protego Diabolica’ (which creates a ring of fire around the caster – their allies can pass through unharmed but their enemies will be incinerated the second they come into contact with it), and ‘Fiendfyre’ (which they do teach us about, but not until we’re in sixth or seventh year because of how dangerous it is), but most of the spells make me shiver, like ‘Transmogrification Torture’ (which tortures the victim to death) and ‘Serpensortia’ (which produces a snake from the wand of the caster that attacks the victim).

‘y/n?’ I hear Jimin call, and I quickly flick back to the pages on the Unforgiveable Curses, feeling cold all over. ‘Yeah?’ I reply, and he sticks his head around the corner of the shelf beside me, making me jump. ‘You think they only have books on, like… dark magic and evil shit in here?’ he asks, a mischievous grin on his face, and I narrow my eyes at him suspiciously. ‘Well, what else would they have?’ ‘Sex books?’ he smirks, eyes sparkling with mischief, and my mouth drops open.

‘I- what? Sex books?’ I echo, eyes wide, and his grin grows even more with amusement at my reaction. ‘Yep. Like… the wizards’ Kama Sutra,’ he nods, and I choke on air, ignoring his stupid laughter. ‘Who told you about the Kama Sutra? That’s a muggle thing,’ I demand, and he looks like he’s stumbled across gold, a hand running through his jet black locks and his eyes sparkling when he says, ‘how does our innocent little y/nie know what the Kama Sutra is?’ I feel a little embarrassed, but I shake it off, rolling my eyes as I reply, ‘I grew up around stupid muggle boys, Jimin, of course I know what the Kama Sutra is. How do you know?’ ‘The others told me, Tae and Hobi about it.’ ‘Which others?’ ‘Jin, Yoongi, Namjoon and Jungkook,’ he lists off, and I gasp, offended, pushing down my confusion about why they were talking about sex in one of my very few absences.

‘When did you guys hang out without me?’ I demand, and he laughs. ‘When you were having your girls’ night with your little girlfriends a few weeks ago,’ he says mockingly, and I push down the temptation to hex him. The boys are always laughing at my friendship with some of the other Slytherin girls (Jennie, Nayeon, Solar, Jeongyeon, Irene and Tzuyu), saying that I’m too much of a bitch to have girl friends, but every now and then, you just need a girls’ night (and I have to have a break from the Gryffindors in our friendship group sometimes – they’re a bit much).

‘Well, no, I don’t think they have a wizards’ Kama Sutra in here. It probably doesn’t even exist,’ I murmur, reaching into my robes and pulling out my mobile phone to take pictures of the relevant pages in the book in front of me. We don’t get service here, because of the magic and because of how far out in the countryside we are (sometimes I’m lucky and get one bar down in Hogsmeade – it’s pretty rare though), but it’s good for taking pictures of books in the library so that I don’t have to take notes on parchment and then copy those notes into an essay. ‘I beg to differ. There had to have been someone who’s used magic to have freaky sex, and they have to have published it somewhere,’ Jimin says offhandedly, and I pull a face at him, not wanting to imagine the kind of things that would be published in a wizards’ book of sex positions.

‘Why are you, like, interested in finding it? It’s not like you need it,’ I tease, and he lets out a mocking laugh, rolling his eyes. ‘I’ll have you know that Jennie asked me to go down to Hogsmeade with her next weekend,’ he says proudly, and I look at him in surprise, ignoring the tense feeling that tightens my chest. ‘She did? She didn’t… tell me anything,’ I say, voice soft with shock, and he raises an eyebrow. ‘I’m surprised. You girls tell each other everything, right?’ he says, and I nod. ‘Well, we’re supposed to anyway. But whatever, it’s fine. She’s allowed to have her secrets,’ I say neutrally, using my wand to lift ‘Magick Moste Evile’ back onto the shelf.

‘Just because she’s asked you to Hogsmeade with her, it doesn’t mean you need the wizards’ Kama Sutra,’ I say, and he raises an eyebrow with a smirk. ‘We’ll see,’ he replies, and I shoot him a dirty look. ‘Men are so trash. I wish I was lesbian sometimes,’ I say mildly, continuing to search through the books, and Jimin closes his eyes, pressing his fingers to his temples. ‘Hold on, don’t say anything, let me just. Oh, yeah, that’s imprinted on my brain now,’ he says, and I let out a disgusted noise, reaching out to swat at him, and he dodges my hand with a mischievous grin. ‘Pervert.’ ‘I was joking.’ ‘I’m not sure I believe you.’ ‘Yeah, don’t.’

I roll my eyes, turning away from him and searching for more books, aware that our time is running out, and I want to find enough information to write a good essay – I don’t really want to get on the wrong side of Professor Moody. ‘This is getting boring,’ Jimin says, and I recognise his tone. It’s when he has an idea, and he’s waiting for me to agree that it’s boring, so that he can enact his idea, so I side-eye him. ‘What’s your idea?’ I ask, and he laughs, before holding up his wand. ‘Accio Unforgiveable Curse books,’ he says, and before he’s even finished speaking, I know it’s a bad idea.

The second the words leave his mouth, several loud thuds sound, and I drop to the floor, ducking from the several books that are (inevitably) about to fly towards us. A couple dozen books in total zoom through the air towards Jimin, and he shields himself, wrapping his arms around himself and tucking his head down as they make contact with his body, one of them hitting top of his head and another the area between his legs. I hold a hand over my mouth to stop the laughter from bursting out, especially when he looks at me, pouting.

‘What was that?’ we hear Madam Pince’s shrill voice echo, and my amusement is replaced by panic. Luckily, I’m a quick thinker, and I call back, ‘nothing to worry about, Madam Pince! Jimin just tripped on his robes, but he’s fine!’ Jimin shoots me a dirty look and I smile back angelically as Madam Pince replies, ‘if you say so. Remember, you only have 47 minutes and 24 seconds!’ Jimin scowls in the direction of her voice, and I have to stifle more laughter. ‘That hurt,’ he mutters miserably, rubbing at his head, and I roll my eyes as I pick myself up off the floor, dusting off my robes. ‘Will you kiss me better, y/n?’ he says cutely, pouting his plump lips and giving me big puppy dog eyes, and I scowl back at him. ‘You’re such a baby. This is what you get for talking about sex books,’ I say, and he rolls his eyes, before gasping with realisation.

‘Should I try the summoning spell to see if there are any sex books?’ he asks, and I scowl at him. ‘I swear to God,’ I say, pointing a threatening finger at him, ‘if you keep banging on about these non-existent sex books, I will not put your name on the essay, and you can face Moody, and tell him that you spent all your time looking for the wizards’ Kama Sutra instead of books on Unforgiveable Curses.’ ‘Excuse me!’ he exclaims, feigning hurt and clutching onto his chest, ‘if it weren’t for me, you’d still be searching all the shelves for Unforgiveable Curse books! And anyway, you’re the one who brought the sex books up again!’

‘Did somebody say sex books?’ we hear Madam Pince shriek, both of us looking at each in shock and panic. ‘No, Madam Pince, we said hex books!’ I call back, Jimin giving me a thumbs up, impressed with my quick thinking. ‘I should think so too,’ she mutters primly, both of us holding hands over our mouths to stifle our laughter.

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motamekiku · 4 years ago

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Reuniting Table

Prompt: Jungkook and Yoongi are childhood friends, reuniting after years. Words: 4497 Language: English Category: M/M, boyxboy Fandom: BTS , Bangtan Boys Relationships: Jeon Jungkook x Min Yoongi, Yoonkook, Sugakookie Additional Tags: Implied Kim Taehyung | V/Park Jimin, Alternate Universe - College/University, One Shot, Childhood Friends, Falling In Love or They alredy are, Domestic Fluff, This is light story, Past, Little Against, McDolnaddidnotsponsorme

Summary: - Yoongi? - Hm? - I love you, you love me~ - Jungkook started to sing - Oh, come on Jungkook. Not that Barney shit again - Yoongi whined prying for mercy - Come Yoongi! - he laughed - Amazing duo once again! - No - Yoongi protested - Come on! I love you, You love me~ - Jungkook started once again and waits. - We are a happy family~ - Yoongi ended that stupid song and Jungkook started laughing so bad that Yoongi couldn’t help but smile at him.

- What on earth?! - Jungkook turned around to check if anyone is looking at him when he realised that he said that out loud. Shading his phone from any prying eyes he checked notification that pops out a while ago. It was from Mcdonald app saying there was new McFlurr promotion.

- NEW PROMO FOR FLURRIES?! Sweet Jesus, wait for me I’m coming! - he started running not knowing in what direction but running. The wind brushing his fluffy hair, flies are crashing his face but he didn’t mind, he is running with the speed that mother nature gives him, just to reach his destination. Nobody will stop him before delightful of a magical mixture of frozen cream with flavoured sauces and bar granola which is melting on the taste buds like, oh creativity, like frozen cream. But at the same giving the teeth a torment due to temperature and high sugar levels and hard like stones granola topping. It’s worth it, believe me.

On the horizon, he could see a holy sign as a huge yellow letter “M” to which people cling like moths to the light. He was one of them when he was craving something sweet he was that moth. He is almost reached his goal, just a moment.

Jungkook ran inside, vigorously opening the door, but no one was inside. The building was empty, no tables, no self-order stands, no hustle and bustle of customers, no screaming children demanding a toy from their parents. There was only silence. Shadow was welcoming him from sides and the only source of light was a way to the cash register. Swallowing, he slowly came over that creepy cash register “what I am even doing” he asked himself.

- Hello? Anyone there? - aked while thinking how stupid he is - No? You know what? It’s even better! Dentist these days are so expensive HAHA - awkwardly laughed good one JK, good one murmured scolding himself. He slowly started to back up but at the moment he stumbled with his back into something hard, thinking that was a door with not much checking, head still facing that register, he grabbed the door handle. Wait a minute, they have heated door handles? Slowly he started to turn his face to see when…

Everything began to blur and in the background, there was a buzzing like vibration, louder and louder...

- What on earth was that? - murmuring to himself still groggy from sleep Jungkook transferred his legs to the refreshing cold floor, wiping face in hands to wake up he reached for the phone to turn off the alarm and check if he gets some messages.

- Monday, 6:40, what? Let’s get it… - without much enthusiasm, he marched to the bathroom to change and wash, then like kicked puppy went to the kitchen to eat whatever he had in the fridge noting to himself that he needs to do some shopping after classes. Not long after that, he went out of the apartment.

Way to the lecture hall wasn’t eventful. Like always a sea of people are making their way to the entrance gate and then to split for individual schedule. Jungkook while walking in his peace with earphones in his ears playing some morning playlist to try to forget about that strange dream and prepare for a whole day of dealing with people looked around to only see that everyone is sharing the same thought about Monday’s morning classes.

Jungkook made his way to his lecture class checking the time on his phone. While entering in he searched with his eyes for Jimin and Taehyung if they are present or not, knowing that one of them tend to be late and the other one just can not leave another alone. They meet at the beginning of the year when Jungkook takes a first step in the canteen to search for something to eat. The duo was so welcoming when he asked if he could sit with them when he couldn’t find an empty place to sit and eat in peace. He warmed to them very fast, talked about everything with such ease even if he is such a timid person. They listened to him patiently when he was making his great monologue about games, Taehyung was sharing his enthusiasm when topic went to Overwatch and promised to play with him. Came out that they are year above him, they both on music course so they have some lectures together. Jimin as Jungkook taking additional dace curses while Taehyung taking photography. After that day they are glued to his hip on every occasion when they can see him or between classes. He slowly made his way to his row one of them called him while waving like crazy to make sure he sees them.

- Yo, Jungkookie! We are here! - Jimin called him, not paying attention to the rest of students that were looking at him like he is crazy.

- You didn’t need to scream I could see you even if you are bearly visible - Jungkook flashed his bunny smile while continuing - how can you have so much energy that early morning, it's Monday for heaven sake. Taehyung what did you do to him? - he slides on the row of seats and put his backpack on the ground after taking out his notes and turns to face his two friends that they were smiling at him.

- Yah! What do you mean bearly visible?! You little sh- - a hand came to shut Jimin’s mouth before he could continue.

- We can deal with him after the lecture, Mr Bang is here so calm down. Everyone is looking. And answering you question Jungkookie I did nothing, we just had good sleep that all - Taehyung said while winking at the boy direction. Jimin snorted and sat up but still pointing finger at Jungkook signalling him that they are not over yet, Jungkook laughed and pushed his hand to sho Jimin’s hand.

Mr Bang started his lecture after checking the attendance list. He made some repeat from the last lecture so that was an occasion for Jungkook to check if he had everting noted, then new topic started so he tried to focus as much can even if in every two minutes he could hear some giggling coming from his side knowing that duo couldn’t be at peace for more than fifteen minutes. He shakes his head and focused again on words that they were flowing out of lecturer’s mouth.

Time flies, lectures went one by one. As lucky Jungkook can be he has the last lecture of the day before lunch break so he can spend more time to eat than normal. Making his way to the canteen he sends a message on the group chat to inform Jimin and Taehyung that he is on his way. They message him back that they are already there so he fastens his peace to meet with them.

It took him less than a few minutes do get there. He takes a tray and stood in the waiting line when it was his turn he asked for his favourite knowing that one of the cook ladies will give him additional strawberries to his dessert when he will ask nicely knowing that his smile is the weak point for everyone.

- I don’t know how but you must teach me how you getting extra fruits. Every time when I’m asking she just showing me off with her spoon - Jimin huffed when Jungkook was putting his tray at the table and sat beside Taehyung who was eating his soup slurping loudly.

- Just ask nicely and smile instead of trying to woo her. I would be fed up too if had to deal with people like that every day - Jungkook said and gives his extra ones to Jimin after seeing him sulking which earned a big tooth smile form Jimin and head pat from Taehyung.

The rest of lunch went in simple conversation, Taehyung and Jimin were talking about how one of the guys in Taehyung group was trying to take photos near the pond in the nearby park for the open-air photography class and fell into it with his face straight but with his hands up saving the camera from sinking.

- That was hilarious, he was all way in the water only one hand above the surface. One of us had to went in too to help him out. Mrs Rot wasn’t happy - Taehyung laughed with Jimin who was looking at tables around them spotting something new so he nudged Taehung with elbow who yelped from pain earing Jungkooks attention as well.

- Hoseok didn’t tell me that they had a new friend - he pointed with his chin for another table near them. Jungkook pries his eyes from his food witch he was munching way too long while his mind was in another dimension. That was correct there was another person, men with back turned to him, he’s wearing a black bucked hat, black hoodie, all black is so similar to his style, sitting beside Jin, Namjoon and Hoseok whom he meets while hanging out with Tae and Jimin. Jin and Namjoon were on their fourth year in acting and philosophy when Hoseok was at third year at dancing. They were nice people, Jin was always inviting him and rest for dinners showing his amazing cooking skills or movie nights, Namjoon was like good brother witch have an amazing way to approach problems and solving them, he always knows what to say. Hoseok on the other way is a ray of the sun always smiling. He was helping him with difficult choreography, he had that precision and eagle eye. At the first impression, he is an easygoing person but when it’s needed he can be strict and firm.

- We should say Hi then? What do you think Jungkookie? - Taeyhung clasped his hand with Jimin and slowly stood up looking at the boy knowing meeting new people is not his thing if he doesn’t want to.

- Yeah, why not? - he sighed not that sure but after all, he will meet that guy if he decides to stick with them - Just give me a minute to return the plates - and went to trays collector.

Boys made their way to the table where the rest of them was sitting. Jungkook didn’t know how to feel, will this person like him or at last tolerate him? Will he be as nice as the rest of his older friends? Too many thoughts for his head. Will be okay he thinks while plying with backpack stripe looking everywhere but not them. Namjoon was first to notice them.

- Oh! We were talking about you guys, come one sit! - he said flashing his dimples who appeared with his smile. New guy and Jin, he didn't see his face since they are sitting with their back to him, make a room for Tae and Jimin leaving him no space but Hoseok was fast to react and pated Namjoon arm to signal him to move a little to make a room for Jungkook too. Jungkook was still standing little lost in his thoughts but Hoseok nudged his arm a little waking him up from his trance.

- Come on Jungkookie, here! - he patted a sit beside him. Jungkook said quiet thank you while sitting still feeling little uneasy thinking about a way to approach new person without making a bobo the fool from himself. So he decided to occupy his mind for a while by playing with his hands while looking at them so he doesn’t must to look at the rest of people at the table. Hoseok massaged his back knowing that boy is feeling little uneasy.

- So if we are all here - Namjoon started - I want to introduce you guys, my dear friend, Yoongi. Min Yoongi - he said with a warm smile while looking around for reaction from the rest of them. Tae and Jimin made their greetings and introduces themselves and ask some questions which Yoongi answered, he could hear that he is on the third year of music curse, but everything was blurry for Jungkook. Min Yoongi, Min Yoongi, Yoongi? His thought was interrupted by Jin.

- Jungkookie, you alright? - asked with concern, looking at the boy who still didn’t raise his head yet. And then something clicked in Jungkook’s mind, it’s him!

The table was silent looking at him and waiting for his input not knowing what to do at all when they hear none. But first to react was Yoongi.

- Long time no see kid, huh? - sound of questioning hums was heard and then Jungkook looked at him for the first time. Under bucked hat were placed black hair, eyes whos were looking at him were the same, still having something soft in them, gummy smile as he remembered. Jungkook was looking at him not believing what he is seeing mouth hanging open, this is a hologram or what? he thinks. Not believing, it been years, years with contact broken.

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- Yoongi come on, why are you so slow - Jungkookk asked while dragging his friend by hand to McDonald after seeing that they have a promotion for McFlurrys - It’s two for the price of one! Yooooongi come on!!- he whined.

- Yah! Stop dragging me like I am some doll, you muscle kid! - Yoongi scolded him not sounding angry at al - It’s not like they will run out that stupid frozen cream! - Jungkook placed his hand on heart and made an offended face acting like Yoongs hurt his feelings.

- How dare you to offend such an amazing product which is this mixture of frozen cream with additives that makes you feel heaven in your mouth! - he said with breast raised and pouted lips, making Yoongi snort at his ridiculous behaviour.

- You are stupid, we just confirmed it - he stated.

- I am not! For punishment, you’ll pay for us! - Jungkook stated and hold his hand, Yoongi didn’t complain.

Not long after they were sitting on a nearby bench eating their ice creams. Jungkook was looking at Yoongi with smile eyes. Yoongi catches his and asked.

- Why are you smiling like a fool? - he laughed still looking at him

- Thank you for the ice cream - Jungkook said taking another spoon to his mouth

- Don’t be that happy, I just paid for myself since we had that your promo for it - he answered with ease.

- Yes, yes Yoongi I’m sure for it - Jungkook smirked after hearing Yoongi hum in agreement.

- Yoongi?

- Hm?

- I love you, you love me~ - Jungkook started to sing

- Oh, come on Jungkook. Not that Barney shit again - Yoongi whined prying for mercy

- Come Yoongi! - he laughed - Amazing duo once again!

- No - Yoongi protested

- Come on! I love you, You love me~ - Jungkook started once again and waits.

- We are a happy family~ - Yoongi ended that stupid song and Jungkook started laughing so bad that Yoongki couldn’t help but smile at him.

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- I want to be like you, you know that? You always know what to do, you can do a lot of things with such ease! Your music is amazing, its total mission impossible to beat it! - said Jungkook while swinging on the swig looking at Yoongi who was sitting beside him smiling at him.

- Find your way, don’t copy me. You are more capable than you think Jungkookie, one day you will be the star. - he said

- Maybe you right, just watch Min Yoongi will beat you - he jumped on the ground and pointed at him. Yoongi only snorted and patted his head

- Keep going I will right after you - he smiled

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That was a few days before Jungkook get the news that Yoongi was going to another end of the country to study more about music. He was alright with that, that was to be expected. He understands it and supported with all of his heart. Yoongi promised him that he will make time to met with him, call or contact in any other way. Jungkook took it all. Yoongi was like a brother, the best best friend in the world he could do anything for him. They made this work about a year, they were visiting each other in turns, a phone call was daily basic

- I miss you - said Jungkook one day - I miss plying me piano when I’m stressed - he sighed to the phone.

- I miss you too kid - Yoongi said back - How about I’ll play it now? - he asked

- Yes, please.

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Days, months, years went by and something wasn’t right. Contact between them was cutting day by day. Don’t have time, call me later, I miss you but I have to go that was what Jungkook heard when tried to contact him. On both ends of the call, boys tried to reconcile work and school and have moments for yourselves. In the whirlwind of work, contact broke off, none of them tried because for a simple thing they thought they had no time or didn’t want to disturb. But it was still eating Jungkook’s mind.

Not too long after Jungkook enrolled in college to fight for his dream by taking dancing and music course.

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Here we are, Jungkook thinks. I love you, you love me, he heard in his head melody from that song from Barney program. What should he do? Mouth still hanging open waiting for files to land there. He looked around see faces of rest of them, every one had a sign of concern in their eyes even Yoongi. He decided to say something already, mouth closing and opening not knowing how to make a sound.

- Yoongi - that was it, just his name.

- Hey, kid - Yoongi said quietly still looking at him.

- Wha… How... Whe... - Jungkook didn’t know what to say searching for a proper way to put correct sentence. Still looking at Yoongi like he was the only person in the canteen for that moment, searching for something. And then it hits him. Longing, longing for him, him the person who admired for a whole life. He missed his stupid face, stupid soft-looking appearance, his way of speaking, his being. He could feel tears that were building his way up in his eyes, his nose starting to get clogged. Both were still looking at each other not knowing what to do. Hoseok was first to react by taking his hand.

- Jungkook do you wanna go outside for a minute? - he asked waiting for an answer from the boy.

- I - I... Yes I… minute, Yoongi - Jungkook looked at Yoongi while wiping his eyes.

- Come on Jungkookie - Yoongi put his hand on boy’s back, patting it lightly and made their way to the door.

When they vanished from the sight of the rest guys at the table, the conversation started.

- So they know each other - Namjoon leaned his back against the back of the chair sighing.

- Well, that was surprising? - Taehyung commented still looking at the doors.

- Yoongi was talking about some boy called Jungkook who was wanting to go to this school, but I didn’t think that would be our Jungkookie - Namjoon added.

- How do you know Yoongi? - Tae asked

- We were on the same course two years ago, then… Do you remember that short contract for a track I get from one of the companies a while ago? - they all hummed - Well Yoongi was there too as a co-producer, he was amazing we meet up again and he told me that he wanted to continue his education here - he ended

- I don’t know what kind of drama is that but I hope they will talk, the look in their eyes was enough to see that they had past together - Jin stated and takes a sip from his cup.

- You right, now we will wait - Jimin said and the rest hummed in agreement.

Jungkook and Yoongi made their way to the bench far from prying eyes and ears so they could talk. Jungkook had his head hanging down, tears still spiling and little sniffles were heard. Yoongi had still his hand on his back and making small movements to encourage other boy to cam down. Jungkook take few more minutes to make himself calm when he stopped crying he looked at the sky, clear as he remembered when Yoongi was moving out of the town, he looked on the right he takes a moment to look at Yoogi who was doing the same, head tilted up to catch some sun rays. But Yoongi looked at him still with the warmth in the eyes

- I’m sorry - he said but Jungkook didn’t know how to react so he stays silent to give older chance to speak.

- I’m sorry that I cut contact, I’m sorry I didn’t give a sign of me, I’m sorry for everything that I didn’t do but I should - he looked down on lap - after we or when we started to losing contact I get… the company offered mi contract, I could work for them and continuing my education. I thought I could manage that, you know? Still have time for you, family and education and work, but I couldn’t. That was so hard and I paid a price for it. I was like a zombie working day night to get projects done forgetting about school work that I had. After school gave me the ultimatum I dropped it and continued working and at the time of time taking some curses. That’s when I met Namjoon. He made me feel wanting to go college again, you know? He gave me his big speech and then I decided. I take a year off and prepare myself while working on individual projects, then a small company offered me a short contract as a co-producer for one of their song, I met Namjoon once again - Yoongi snorted, that was like heavens that gave him an angel to show him way back - we talked again, made an amazing track, he helped me a little to enrol in class here and here we are - Yoongi looked at him again waiting for the response.

- Did you know that I’m here? - Jungkook asked - Did you, did you thought about contacting me when you were here?- Yoongi sighed

- I did think about you Jungkookie, but I was scared of your reaction. Scared of what you would say after years. Did I know you are here? Kind of, of how much creepy that will sound I was talking with my mother and she told me that you enrolled in this college too, but that was after I enrolled here, I swear! - Jungkook snorted and that sound broke a stone that was putting weight on his heart.

- How come I didn’t saw you? It’s like half of the semester.

- I started today, Namjoon has introduced me to everyone because they were near and we were waiting for you guys to meet after classes but you spotted us at the canteen and well… - Jungkook hummed, silence takes a place but that wasn’t a bad silence.

- I missed you - Jungkook stared and Yoongi was patiently waiting for him - I missed you and waited. I’m mad but not, you know? When we started to losing contact I thought that was normal we have our lives but I didn’t think of losing it completely - Jungkook could here quiet I’m sorry from him - It’s okay, I understand that. I just was worried about maybe I did something wrong or something but I get to the conclusion we both lost themself in our worlds. I was working too, to help, to have some money to help myself while I’m here so I understand you. - Jungkook smiled - I’m glad that angel Namjoon finds you and take you back here - he laughed but that laugh was wet, his eyes started o water again.

- I missed you…- He takes his face in hands to set his tears free. Then he felt arms around him taking him in a tight hug. He was glad, glad to have his precious person near again. A hand was making a calming motion on his back he could hear words of encouragement and promises of not letting go again. He sighed and put his face in the Yoongi’s neck taking all his embrace. He felt a hand in his hair, scratching his scalp. They stayed like that for a moment, taking that moment for themselves.

- I missed you too, kid - Yoongi said, tightening his embrace on him.

After some time they stood up from the bench and take a look of each other.

- You have grown up a bit, huh? - Yoongi huffed looking at Jungkook when he slightly raised his head and Jungkook laughed, that was music for his ears.

- Yeah, a little. But you didn’t change at all - he sells him his best bunny smile.

- I think we should go, we were out for a while but I’m sure rest of them are waiting for us - Jungkook said and they made their way back to the canteen.

When they entered they were walking hand in hand smiles on the faces. The rest at the table smiled too when they take sight of them while approaching the table.

- I’m assuming that everything went well? - Namjoon asked as he looked at them with simile when they sat side by side.

- Yes - they both answered at the same time and the whole table started to laugh. They talked a bit about how they meet what was going on when Jimin hive proposition to all of them but Hoseok interrupted him.

- This table is officially Reuniting Table and anybody can say otherwise! - Hoseok said with a smile, happy to see that events turned alright.

- So after we missed our lecturers while waiting for this dorks - he stared at both Jungkook and Yoongi and heard quiet sorry’s - We could go for ice creams? What do you think?

- There is McDonald nearby - Taehyung added and Yoongi with Jungkook started to laugh again earning strange looks from the rest of them.

They all went for ice creams, Yoongi stated he will pay for them as thanks for a warm welcome and went inside to order. When he gets back with a tray full of ice creams and gives everyone their order ending on Jungkook by giving him his favourite flurry.

- You remembered - shocked Jungkook took his portion from his hands.

- Of course, I remembered. It’s hard to not to when you were dragging me here every week - he answered and both laughed, so many beautiful memories came back. And one of favourite popped out in Jungkkok’s head.

- Yoongi? - he asked not sure, but Yoongi looked at him

- What it is?

Jungkook smiled and started.

- I love you, YOU love me~ - he sang earning the stares from all of them but he has eyes locked with Yoongi all the time. Yoongi looked at him shocked but he fast recovered and

- We are happy family~ - ended the sentence with tears in eyes.

- Welcome home Yoongi - Jungkook beamed at him.

And Yoongi felt like he is already home.

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lokisasylum · 5 years ago

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Map of the Soul: 7 Album - First listen review

[I won’t bother reviewing the ones from PERSONA that were added, since I already did a post for Persona when it came out. Only the new songs]

#1. Interlude: SHADOW

WOW.... just when you thought the first version hit hard/differently. The extended version comes in to choke-slam you against the wall.

#2. Black Swan

Our new Royal to take a spot in the throne of power along with Blood Sweat & Tears, Spring Day, Fake Love, and Outro: TEAR.

Do we even need to add more additional to what we’ve been saying since its release? As an artist, the lyrics still pull at my heart strings the same way they did the first time I heard it. Especially the verse that says:

‘If this can no longer resonate No longer make my heart vibrate Then like this may be how I die my first death But what if that moment’s right now Right now .’

This verse can be applied to ANY time we loose faith in ourselves or have to give up on a dream/passion and how that separation slowly kills us inside.

#3. Filter (Jimin’s solo)

....Not gonna lie, this song gives me TRUST ISSUES just because its Jimin LOL!

‘Cause I remember seeing & hearing Serendipity for the first time and it was such a lovely melody and the lyrics were so soothing like a lullaby expressing Love in its purest form.

But then you see the choreo and it all went Magic Mike SO FAST X”D.

Because on one hand the lyrics (at first glance) can be interpreted as Jimin seeing himself through Army’s eyes. How WE see his “Duality” - cute/adorable/lovely one minute and then sensual/tantalizing the next.

That boring expression of yours, boring feet Please look at me now Put down your phone, don’t even think about turning your head Let me know your type You can choose and use me yeah

Oh I cover your eyes with my hand Oh go towards the secret I’ll take you to a brand new world Yeah open your closed eyes now go!

Mix the colors of the palette, pick your filter Which me do you want? The one who’s going to change your world, I’m your filter Cover it over your heart

(Ok) How is it, do you feel it a bit? Is it still not enough? (Yes) Girl you have your chance I can be your Genie How ’bout Aladdin? I’ll become anything [for you] You can choose and use me yeah

That first part really does sound like how he would accommodating his “Persona” to make us happy. And every-time something he does isn’t enough he changes again.

Of course this doesn’t have to mean what he’s doing in the present, “Filter” could be just like “Lie” which spoke of his past-self and how he used to blame himself for the group’s failures. So maybe he’s expressing how’s he’s had to change himself throughout the years to please the fans as long as they understood and accepted who HE REALLY IS beyond the Idol persona.

Or y’know, this is just a very sexy number he wanted to try and shy away from his comfort zone XD. And I’ll bet all my money that the choreo’s gonna be SEXY AF and WE AIN’T READY FOR IT.

P.S. that moment when the music stops and he goes: “OKAY.” WITH HIS SEXY DEEP AF VOICE, JESUS!!!!

#4. My Time (Jungkook’s solo)

Kook’s solo not only reminded me heavily of “Begin”, but it also sounds like what “Decalcomania” should’ve been if he had released the full version.

He’s seeing himself not as an Idol, but not quite as Jeon Jeongguk either.

Like he’s just standing in the middle watching his two selves, his two Personas and trying to find which one is his. Which reality he is living in--or should be living in. Which part of his life belongs to his “normal/non Idol self” and which one is part of the mask/Idol self he puts up for the fans.

And yes, you know, yes. you know Oh I can’t call ya, I can’t touch ya Oh I can’t Let me know Can I someday find my time? Finna find my time Someday finna find my time

This verse sounds like he’s still experiencing that loneliness that all artists experience during stardom very often (Note on how in Shadow Yoongi is the one who says: “Nobody ever told me how lonely it is up here.” ). Like how he sometimes wishes he could tell someone, but can’t?

#5. Louder than bombs

All rise for our National Anthem!

If Shadow hit hard while choke slamming you. Then this song is the overkill.

The vocals are insane, and the lyrics mixed with the music tell one story through two points of view. Actor in the spotlight and Actor as a Spectator.

This is BTS telling us how people view them and having to keep their emotions in check in the face of criticism from general audience and even antis, versus how they truly feel inside and behind close doors.

Break, unwind, let it out, breathe out, stand up, pray for better days and keep moving.

#6. ON

THIS👏SONG👏FUCKING👏SLAPS👏PERIOD👏!

The energy, the rap line, the vocal line, the CRAZY FOOTWORK AND INSANE CHOREO.

THE JIKOOK NIP-SLIPS

THE BODY ROLLS

THE TATTOOS---

THE SUBTLE “GO FUCK YOURSELF!”

I LOVED IT and it gave me such a strong throwback to NOT TODAY.

#7. UGH!

This is CYPHER_pt3 Killer, CYPHER pt. 4, TEAR & DDAENG’s lovechild.

This song is the Rap Line going like: “THESE MOTHERFUCKERS WANTED TO TRY ME (AGAIN) AND IMMA GIVE THESE BITCHES A CYPHER.

BITCHES LOVE CYPHERS.”

#8. 00.00 (Zero o’ Clock)

When I saw that we were having another Vocal Line unit song the first thing I kept praying for was: “PLEASE don’t let this be another Truth Untold...”

Because I absolutely HATED the hypocrisy that came out of this fandom ESPECIALLY the toxic Solo Stans who did nothing but hype up their faves while shitting on other members (I will never forgive those who went so far as to defame and even act as if Jimin wasn’t part of the Vocal Line, ya’ll are still trash for that).

But I gotta say Zero o’ Clock was totally something I can see them enjoying while performing. Despite, of course, the song talking about hardships and finding a new way to be happy throughout the tough times even when you don’t feel like smiling.

I liked it, the vibes are a bit like “2,3″ and “Magic Shop”. A song for HEALING.

#9. Friends (VMIN sub-unit)

VMIN

SOULMATES FOREVER.

I also LOVED that they added the voice messages Jimin & Tae used to leave each other since their recording schedules were different and they didn’t see each other. That was such a nice touch. T_T

That little “Hello my Alien” .... that made me emotional. I kept imagining those mischievous kids running around playing pranks on the other members, like that one time they made Hobi fall off the chair and got chased by him XD ...*SOBS*

#10. Inner Child (Taehyung’s solo)

All the time I kept listening to this song I kept imagining Taehyung sitting in a park next to his Younger Self, like the way a father sits with their youngest son and talks to them about life. What to expect, what will change and how to go about these changes.

Really heartfelt song.

#11. Moon (Jin’s solo)

Just like Tae’s song, “Moon” makes me thinking of all those moments when Jin kept doing his “Heart Event” where he kept pulling out hearts out of nowhere. Each time more clever than the first, just to show ARMY how much he loves us.

I wonder all of a sudden, do you really know yourself? Do you know how pretty you are? I will orbit you I will stay by your side I will become your light All for you

This part in particular makes me think of Jin up on stage staring at a stadium full of bright little stars that are in reality Army Bombs.

#12. Respect (Namgi Unit-song)

Fave verse from this song is:

“Re-spect”, it’s literally looking again and again Looking again and again and you’ll see faults But despite of that you still want to look

And the fact that you have two members of different ages (Hyung/Donsaeng), in a sort of conversation that goes back and forth between what the real meaning of “RESPECT” is and how people throw the word around, even those who speak ill of others behind their backs.

And were they talking in Satoori in the end??? That was nice XD

#13. We are Bulletproof: the Eternal

Throw stones at me We don’t fear anymore We are we are together bulletproof (Yeah we have you have you) Even if winter comes again Even if I’m blocked off, I will still walk We are we are forever bulletproof (Yeah we got to heaven)

#14. Outro: EGO (Jhope’s Solo)

EGO is Jhope and Jhope is EGO in all it’s glory.

Like “Just Dance” i like the contrast how in EGO he’s doing a back-track to his younger self, how he used to dance to prove something TO OTHERS, where as now that he’s older he just accepts that everything that happened is just part of life. So he’s a happier now doing what he loves BECAUSE he loves to dance.

#15. ON (feat. Sia)

....WHY?

Like... I don’t wanna be THAT BITCH and drag nobody, but like... was this really necessary?

I mean atleast Nicki Minage and Halsey had their own parts that they owned like the bad bitches that they are.

But like...

Yeah, Imma stop right here.

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chkyesjuliet · 4 years ago

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a brief overview of the makoa family / @gallaghertasks

tw: very brief mentions of death and war

𝑨𝑳𝒀𝑽𝑰𝑨 𝑴𝑨𝑲𝑶𝑨, mother — alyvia is the youngest of four siblings; preceded by three older sisters, all at least six years her senior. almost right off the bat, she was different from her sisters. more rebellious, her mother would say. in reality, she simply asked questions instead of just going along and doing as she was told. she had to know the reason behind anything. why the intense distrust of men, often including her own father? why the insistence on girls only schools and training? and to every answer she was given - “but why?”

the reason, she would eventually find out after years of prodding and snooping, was her grandmother. a woman who had died on a mission for the us government during the war*. how? well, nobody’s entirely sure. but her daughter, alyvia’s mother, did some snooping of her own and came to the conclusion that she had been double crossed by her partner. a man she’d spent years working closely with. while there’s some evidence to support this, there’s none to support the idea that her mother had died at his hands. regardless, that’s the conclusion she came to. and it was at that point she decided to carry on her mother’s legacy without outside help. and especially not from any men.

right away, alyvia took the story with a generous helping of salt. which only caused the existing rift between her and her mother to grow. it grew even more when, while at a new job fresh out of gallagher, she met a man. it had been drilled into her and her sisters that they were to marry civilians from a young age. no spies. male spies cannot be trusted. but alyvia trusted this one. an agent with kind eyes and a smile she couldn’t resist. he would never be fully trusted by her family, but eventually he was begrudgingly and cautiously accepted. when they got married it was insisted that henry take her last name, which he did without complaint.

when juliet was born, it was a given that she would be raised to follow in the footsteps of the women who came before her. but her parents tried to ease the pressure as much as possible. tried to keep the stream of misandry from the maternal side of the family out of her head as much as possible. in that, at least, they succeeded. successfully enough that juliet and her siblings don’t know the full story. they know their grandmother and aunts and subsequently some of their cousins, have problems with men in the business. and they know that they’re looked at somewhat differently than their cousins. one day they’ll get the full story from their mother. when she thinks they’re ready. or when one of them finally gets nosy. whichever happens first.

* editor’s note: i’m not specifying which war because i suck ass at math, especially when it involves ages but it was probably ww2. but if that math doesn’t add up i’m not worrying abut it cos lets be real the united states is always at war, there was definitely SOME war going on at the time. which one isn’t important. idk, fight me.

𝑯𝑬𝑵𝑹𝒀 𝑳𝑰-𝑴𝑨𝑲𝑶𝑨, father — henry li, on the other hand, had a fairly standard upbringing. as standard as the child of two spies can have, anyway. he too grew up in an environment where there were certain expectations placed on him, but those expectations were more straightforward. get good grades, train hard, get your black belt, don’t die. you know. normal stuff.

he didn’t go to blackthorne, though the school he did attend wasn’t very different. not quite as cutthroat, but brutal in its own right. it wasn’t a place he was built for, and he struggled for his first couple of years in a place that wanted to train him to kill when that wasn’t a role he wanted if he could help it. though he physically would have had an easy enough time in that career path, he preferred, and still prefers, work behind the scenes. where he isn’t seen until he steps out from the shadows when necessary. this made him perfect for government work when he graduated, and he found himself at a job working closely with the cia as soon as he graduated.

it was at that job, on a shirt term trip to honolulu, the where he would meet alyvia makoa. henry wasn’t assigned to work with her, yet he had a knack for finding a reason to talk to her anyway. directions to a director’s office, informing her that the copier was jammed ( for the fourth time ), recommendations for where to eat lunch. over weeks, those excuses turned into a friendship. which over months turned into a more serious relationship. which turned into henry requesting a permanant transfer to o’ahu form dc. her family was strange. and clearly didn’t like him very much. but piece by piece alyvia would explain and he would learn why. keeping peace is something that comes easily to him, and slowly he was able to build up just enough of their trust that the two felt comfortable marrying and starting their own family. he even said, and genuinely meant it, that taking the family name would be an honor.

henry’s children are his pride and joy. keeps pictures on his desk and in his wallet and tells anyone who will listen about what they’ve been up to and how proud he is of them. he’s the parent who puts the most energy into making sure none of them feel overly pressured. nobody has to be a spy if they don’t want to. he’ll be just as proud of a pharmacist as he would be a government official, though he does think they all have excellent potential.

𝑵𝑰𝑪𝑶 𝑴𝑨𝑲𝑶𝑨, younger brother — perhaps it’s nature, or perhaps it’s manifestation, but nico is everything alyvia's mother warned her about when she and henry decided to raise their son with the option to go into spyhood. “he’ll be unpredictable, violent, too much trouble.” the same refrain for years. nico can be a handful. he’s impulsive, does things just because they popped into his head and he can ( see: the sink lizard sage that led to juliet acquiring hiccup ). gets in fights at school for things as petty as another kid looking at him somewhat funny. but he does have potential to be a good spy. and under all the rough edges, he is a good kid. a big softie for his little sisters. juliet’s number one best friend. even though she stopped insisted on it years ago, he still exclusively calls her jet. because that nickname drove their grandmother crazy? only partly.

𝑳𝑼𝑪𝒀 𝑴𝑨𝑲𝑶𝑨, younger sister — the youngest two makoa children are identical twins, save for a few subtle differences that only family and close friends are really able to pick up on. lucy is oldest by a grand total of four minutes. four minutes that nobody is ever allowed to forget about. she’s definitely the leader, sometimes even over juliet and nico. her chaos is similar to her brother’s, but less directed. she’s only eight, but she’s ready to take on gallagher academy. gallagher academy is not ready for her. at all. seriously, she’d probably get too excited and maybe or maybe not accidentally stab someone.

𝑬𝑳𝑶𝑰𝑺𝑬 𝑴𝑨𝑲𝑶𝑨, younger sister — most of the time eloise communicates through her twin sister. lucy’s always running her mouth anyway, so why not let her? aside from the obvious personality differences, the two are eerily similar. dressing alike by choice, having the same interests — they’re even on the exact same level in their tae kwon do class. el’s a sweet kid. a lot more likely to cuddle up in your lap than pull you out of your chair to wrestle like her sister. but she will go along with whatever lucy wants to do. most of the time.

#gallagher:task #❛ about. ❜#finally......yall get the backstory ive been sitting on for months #i also. dont know if this is stupid. i feel like maybe it is. but i do not know.

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