#screeching i completely forgot trust events existed

[jelloia]

IM LOSING MY MIND WDYM THE ZZZ TRUST EVENTS R BASICALLY A DATING SIMULATOR

getting asaba to meow bc i asked nicely?? telling seth i miss him and him getting flustered?? and then he buys us flowers??

oh im living the life how i've longed for an open world otome game

[inkofyoonkoo]

I gasp once, and in that breath, I accept you in | Epilogue

🏵️ Wordcount: 3k

🏵️ Genre: Fluff/angst/smut | From strangers to lovers!AU • FWB!AU

🏵️ Jungkook x Reader

🏵️ Description: In which Jungkook arrives to your small town to spend the holidays, and you slowly let go of all the ghosts of your past

🏵️ Warnings: age difference (10 years gap, both characters are adults); mention of panic attack; characters death (not the main protagonists); 

🏵️ [EDIT] I should’ve added it since the beginning but I totally forgot because I’m dumb. The little poems that open every scene aren’t mine (I’d give a finger to write that beautifully 💔): they’re Japanese poems I’ve found randomly, or belong to well-known writers -so to them goes all the credit.

🏵️ A/N: if you follow me for a little while, you know I’m having a hard time with writing and sharing my works since I’ve posted this story -especially on Tumblr. I didn’t feel like sitting down and complete the epilogue -but I pushed myself hard to finish it, so here it is. This goes to all the lovely people who read the first two parts and let me know their opinion; and to the lovely people who always had/have a kind word toward me and my stories. Consider it my present for you, because you deserve a nice ending. Probably gonna take a small break from writing because I don’t have the right mind to dedicate so many hours to it, see you around 🐰

If someone would’ve told you that you'd end up spending your days far away from the blinding lights of a big city, you'd have surely laughed at the top of your lungs. 

Born and raised in a large town for most of your young age, moved to Seoul to study at KNU and make your dream come true -drinking every ounce of a bittersweet nocturnal life made of discos and cocktails and rides in taxis and sudden 3:00 AM snacks bathed in the neon lights of nightclubs, it was only natural for you to believe that your existence would grow in a chaotic metropolis. 

You could only picture yourself there, immersed in a perpetual, fast, ever-changing chaos that would leave you breathless… and yet, at the age of thirty three, the only place that feels like home is a village nestled amidst the mountains -so small you can easily pinpoint every single person and associate them to a specific name, a specific quirk (and even know their genealogical tree by heart).

Living in a small area with a very few inhabitants who know each other as if they belonged to the same family has its pro and cons: if someone gets a flue, there’s the high chance that the sickness will spread like wildfire; if a problem occurs, there’s always a kind neighbor ready to help you -on the other hand, though, there’s a risk that your secret will become the new (embellished) gossip. The trust that ties people with one another is so lasting you rarely experience episodes of backstabbing or dreads -but when it happens, oh God, you should pack your things at the speed of light and migrate to the most distant planet.

Life isn’t hectic, but the silence and peacefulness that embraces the town borders like a dome is so homey you can’t get enough. Sure, your mind sometimes echoes back to all those times you were wrapped in a sort of feverish excitement for abrupt plot-twists, filling your heart to the brim of gushing nostalgia -especially because the only memorable, upcoming event here is the annual harvest festival that is held around the end of June. However, something noteworthy happens once in a while: like the time a couple of young couple of newlyweds gave up to the thousands of opportunities that Seoul could offer them only to move in a quiet village; or that time Kim Seokjin finally grabbed his once-in-a-lifetime-chance and flew away to Incheon; or when a young woman in her thirties took a walk hand-in-hand with a young boy with big gentle doe eyes and a luminescent smile, uncaring about the curious glances of people… or, like, when a new person comes to town.

Especially when a new person comes to town…

  "Bam, no! Aish…"

The little screeching sound coming from your backyard garden breaks through your consciousness, snapping you back down to earth. Your heart awakens into your chest in a rhythmic tum tum tum thumping -a bit for the scare; a bit for that voice that has engraved between the folds of your brain in a melodious print, like a breath before the chorus of your favorite song. 

Standing still in your living room, slowly regaining control of yourself and the surroundings, your attention drifts to the window, contemplating the reality unfolding before your eyes: in your garden cloaked in white, under the snow that copiously falls down from the gray sky a few days from Christmas, wrapped in a one-size bigger coat, Jungkook is building a snowman. 

Or, at least, he's trying…

From time to time, Bam runs toward him and smashes against the poor creation, caught up in the excitement that the first snowflakes made erupt inside of him. He sometimes tries to bother Moonie in a playful request to play along with him, but your dog prefers laying upon the deck (on that same spot that he used to occupy whenever Namjoon read one his books outside). 

Amusement tugs at the corners of your mouth when Bam shakes his body to get rid of some snowy drops condensated on his fur, hitting Jungkook in the process. There's a small pout hanging on his bottom lip, rosier for the cold weather, and a little scrunch in his nose as he cleans his face with the back of his hands; however, his annoyance vanishes in a light giggle when his dog rests his paws on his shoulders, making him lose balance.

Reluctantly, you rip your eyes off that sweet sight and set them back on the photographs you've arranged on a shelf throughout the past months. The area around your eyes swells up as you study the disposition, fluttering from a shot to another as if you were retracing all the most important moments that accompanied you up to today: you and Namjoon back in your college days at some sport event; your graduation day, flowers in your arms and a shimmering smile on your lips; your wedding day; Namjoon's smiley face and closed eyes crinkled in the corner in his studio; you, Yoongi, Seokjin caged in a group-hug the night before your friend left for Incheon; you and Hoseok making cool faces in the dim-lights of a stylish nightclub of Itaewon; Jungkook's round eyes as he sits under the old tree with Bam; Jungkook and you, the fondness dancing across his features, his arms twirled around your waist and the eyes pinned on your face as you let out a laughter for a joke Yoongi made. 

Jungkook and you, happy, and… into something. 

You gasp once, hand running to caress your empty finger. An irrepressible gush of warmth springs from your heart and climbs up to your face, cocooning you in a soothing sensation of bliss that still catches you off guard whenever you think that Jungkook's presence isn't just a figment of your imagination. 

He's here, in flesh and bones, with you… 

Despite your gloomy predictions and the doubts that accompanied for the whole duration of his trip, Jungkook kept his promise: he came back to this remote village with the primary intent to not let thing green thing between you two wither -with his skin a bit more tanned; with his hair a bit longer; with a bunch of flowers in his arms (fifteen, precisely. One for each day he spent away from here) and a barely whispered " I'm back" layd on the top of your head while caging you in a tight hug that liquefied your bones in a flock of butterflies. 

Like a force pulling you from the inside, your stare desperately lands upon the window to make sure that the boy is still there, plaguing the atmosphere with his chuckle (blessing your little microcosmo with his existence). 

You let out a breath that was weighing on your chest for all this time and approach the window door that leads to the garden, sparing one last glance at Namjoon's photograph. You curl on yourself when a gust of wind welcomes you outside, obliging you to embrace yourself to search for some warmth. The icy cold seeps through your clothes and sticks to your skin, making you shiver from head to toes -not as much as a simple glance from Jungkook does the moment he notices your presence. 

"Should that be a snowman?" You nod toward the pile of snow, letting out a chuckle when Jungkook grunts. 

"It was… Bam destroyed it." He pouts, fixing his beanie like a little child who's just been scolded. The little grimace of frustration melts in a toothy smile as he cups the muzzle of his puppy, exhaling high-pitched mouth sounds in his direction. 

You sit on the deck beside Moonie, gently caressing his head. You watch Jungkook focusing on the long-gone snowman, spaced out, taking in the sight of the carefree expression gracing his face. Unruly curls of hair sneak from under the hem of the beanie and stick to his forehead, or gently frame his features. 

He shakes his head a little, pulling himself out of his own trance. He brushes his gloved hands with one another and then slams them on the heap of snow across from him, trying to give it a round shape. 

"The chief called me - me earlier. He moved my shift to the afternoon." Curls of breath dance in the air whenever he talks, his lips tremble a little as he sets his eyes on you. "I can stay till Monday morning." 

This news that positively shakes your plans up catches you off guard. The idea to spend some hours more with him should skyrocket you to the moon for the joy; and yet, your muscles seem only able to pull the corners of your mouth up in a faint smile. 

Jungkook found a job in a combini in Seoul as a shop assistant, a few weeks after his trip to Jeju. He's saving money to go back to studying, because he loves filmography and wants his passion to turn into a job someday; during the week, texts are sporadic; but he calls you at every break and before going to sleep every night, telling you about his day, questioning about yours...  

"Is it good with you?" His question is hesitant, as if your restrained reaction could lead to something bigger that will break his heart. "I - I'm sorry. I planned everything without - without you and--"

"It's all good," you interrupt, softly, trying to reassure him with a warm glance. "It's just you should--"

"I should spend my free time with my friends, too. I know." He cast a glance upon Bam, sitting under a tree. 

When his adult-week in Seoul is over, Jungkook packs his few belongings and spends all his weekends here. You lost count of all the times you told him to do as he really pleases, to participate in his young life with his friends, to use his free time to take care of his own passions and needs; and yet, every single Friday night he knocks at your door with a dufflebag hanging on his shoulder. And he hugs you. And he tells you that he missed you between kisses…

"You risk making them angry if you neglect them."

Jungkook chews on the corner of his mouth, where the piercing runs along the flesh. "I see them almost every night after dinner. And… they're happy I'm spending some time with you." He delivers you a small smile that reaches his glistening eyes. "They say I'm doing the right thing. You know… stay, try…"

And every Friday night, like it was the first, you accept him into your house with a breath of relief squelched into your lungs and your heart flickering in your chest and a barely whispered: " welcome back " that has your affection growing fuller and thicker the more you pronounce it upon his lips. 

Taking advantage of the silence now settled upon you two, Jungkook comes closer. He strokes Moonie's head before resting his palms on your lap, somber stare engulfing into your own. 

"You sure you want to spend Christmas here?" He mumbles, his face gravitates toward you, an inch. 

You nod, your fingers run to his face. "I promised Ms Min to stay with them." You brush your knuckles on his cheekbone, tinged with a ruby hue -he tilts his head, following the direction of your strike. "And Seokjin is coming back. And Minji, too. It'd be like… you know, be young again."

"Guess my presence made you feel young." His voice is playful, but low enough to set your groin area on fire. He chews on his bottom lip when your fingers glide up to his forehead to twiddle with the locks, eyelids flickering down. 

"Nah, you don't. I like being the cougar of the village, it's not that bad." You tease him, basking in the beautiful sound of his chuckle. 

His eyes are wet and shiny when he finally opens them, staring at you. There's a glint of hesitation that cracks his quiet expression, as if he was going to say or do something that could break the bubble of intimacy you're floating into. 

"Ahm, (Y/N)..." He starts, swallowing. You curl a lock of his hair between your fingers, giving him a reassuring smile for him to go ahead. “Soon - soon it’ll be Taehyung’s birthday. Would - would you like to come with me?” he casts a glance upon his own hands, still on your lap. "We - we can book a hotel room and I can show you around Seoul a bit and - and introduce you to my friends.” His lips unfurl in a smile that reveals his front teeth, forgetful of the fear that notched his speech. “They can’t wait to meet my girlfriend ."

Oh…

"Oh…"

This is the first time he calls you " his girlfriend ". You've never stopped to ask each other what's the status of your relationship -you don't feel the need to label your bond; but the fact that Jungkook says it with such a genuine quietness shakes you upside-down deep in your guts. In a nice way. In a very nice nice way.

"I…" your fingers run to caress your wedding ring, now hanging on a chain around your neck. 

(Yoongi helped you to choose the model, when you told him that you were ready to move on. It's a good way to remind yourself that a part of you will always belong to Namjoon. It's a good way to remind yourself that life still goes on, and it's full of gentle people who deserve your affection). 

Jungkook notices your fingers twiddling with the ring, he shakes his head. "Only if you - you want to. Ahm… like, don't feel obliged to--"

"I want to…" you breathe out, your face gravitates toward his own, an inch. "It'd be nice, it's ok." 

After a brief moment of surprise, his face brightens up. Flashing you a smile, he places a small kiss on your mouth. And another. And another… he moistens his lips when he pulls away, looking at you through his lashes. He gently grabs your hands, a bit rough on the back for the cold, and drags them close to his mouth. His lips brush on the knuckles in a soft caress, he blows on them to warm you a bit, places pecks upon pecks upon pecks…

You feel like drowning in his sweetness, too captured by his gesture to do or say something logical. And in fact, when you part your lips, a light pink shade colors your cheekbones. "We should go back inside. We risk turning into snowmen." 

Jungkook squeezes your hands, don't move away. "Snowmen are cute," he comments above a whisper, pulling you forward applying a gentle pressure. Your shoes sink into the thick layer of snow, footprints trace your path all around as Jungkook guides you into the garden, walking backward. You observe your feet close to one another, the way your prints blend with his own in a messy pattern that fills a piece of that void that Namjoon's death created. 

Seconds elapse upon you like the snow that slowly cascades on your figure, now intertwined in a warm embrace. You can't remember the last time you sort of danced in the snow with Namjoon -probably because you didn't do it. In this situation, he would have probably admired you from the deck, making you feel alluring like the whiteness all around you. 

It's nice, to build a new memory that belongs to you and Jungkook only…

"(Y/N)..." The way your name tumbless off his tongue makes you shiver. "The other day I - I read a thing somewhere and it made me think of you - you and I thought you might - might like it--" he gasps once, lets out a breath. He swallows thickly before your curious expression, then he rests his mouth on your ear…

  "Your fingers on mine --

I gasp once, and in that breath,

I accept you in."

  Your muscles tense all at once for his voice drooling like honey, whispering a poem that punches the breath out of you. Your heart trembles. In a nice way. In a very nice nice way. 

"You didn't - didn't like it, did you?" His eyes grow bigger due to your silence. "I feel so stupid, I--" his sheepish words fade upon your lips, now pressed against his own in a long kiss.

You pull away in the slightest, still close enough to feel the brush of his mouth on top of yours. Jungkook lets out a small giggle that swipes away his embarrassment before breaking the few millimeters between you two again, his gloved hands finding home on your waist. 

Your heart thumps wildly. 

Jungkook whispers that he loves you, at a certain point (in the same, tender way he said it when you met again after his trip, reminding you that he left this place with this untold truth locked inside of him); and the only thing you can do right now is smiling to him at the top of your heart, accepting him. Between kisses. Under the snow. In a winter that wasn't this warm for a very long, long, excruciating time.

Then, he turns to the side, his cheek brushes for a second against yours. He rests his head on your shoulder, wrapping you in a tight embrace. His breath is a nice sound amidst the silence of the snow and laughter of kids playing in the street and your dogs barking at each other and your hearts throbbing so loud and close to one another it’s hard to distinguish them. 

You're touching… happiness . 

You can't get used to-no. No, you can…

Definitively… you can get used to this.

[1800-seungshine]

in locked with you.

member: park woojin genre(s): high school!au, fluff, crush!woojin summary: with it being halloween, you suddenly regret being the last person to remain at school and what more luck is that you’re locked in the classroom. fear not, you’re not alone; your crush is there too. (requested - bullet point format) word count: 1.7k

note: wow am i whipped for woojin or is it all of you? i think it’s both lmao but this is another requested scenario by an anon! this is to commemorate an event that i don't actually partake in but i might as well lowkey celebrate it by writing about it..??? heheheh. it's actually halloween now here in australia so imma write this as quick as possible lmao - to those trick or treating, have fun and stay safe!!

p.s thank you to the anon that requested this! it means a lot < 33

halloween - the greatest time of the year for pranksters and outright mischievous

your school loveessss halloween

even to the extent where the principal allows the student committee to put decorations on and let the students come as anything they want 

ofc you didn’t wanna miss out on the fun 

so you dressed up as that one thicc sausage bun which will be forever missed (halloweiner anyone?? ok that was lame)

rip snapchat hotdog :’((((

the entire day was fun and filled with so much laughter that you were sure your day was gonna be 100% l i t 

you had dance club meetings that you had to attend but it was mainly dance captain!ong talking about preparations for upcoming events so it was all chill 

and eventually by the time you were fully aware, it became evening 

so you went to the toilets to change into casual clothes 

bc would you really wear a hotdog suit during the evening, or in general public (i mean i would cough)

usually you would have your best friend with you whenever club meetings ended late 

but she was absent and all your fellow club mates have gone to dog you so you were basically the only person in the school 

you thought of all the horror movies you watched alone and the possibility of them coming true to life 

wrong move, you freaked yourself out 

what’s even better is that you left the rest of your things in the classroom where the meeting was held 

so you walked to that classroom as quickly as possible, already planning to grab your things and jet straight away

bc not today demons. not today. (totes not a bts reference) 

but when you entered the classroom, there’s this guy crouching down looking for something 

"oH MY GOD! WHAT THE-”

so you let out a yelp and he jumps in shock

the said guy then looks up 

and you instantly shut your gaping mouth 

cos it’s park woojin 

your crush and fellow dance club member 

but step aside feelings, he scared the heck outta you and he needs to hear a piece of your mind

“s-sorry! did i scare you??”

you see that worried and overall shook look on his face 

aannnnnddd nevermind he’s forgiven 

bc it’s okay if he nearly gave you a heart attack, the world is a better place and your entire existence is blessed by park woojin 

“no no!” you wave your hand furiously, “it’s okay - i just wasn’t expecting someone in here since i was the last person left. what are you doing here by the way?”

“ah...well, seongwoo hyung told me that he forgot something here and ordered me to get it. so here i am but i can’t seem to find it though.” 

with woojin’s presence in the same vicinity as you, you suddenly forget your plan of bolting, “do you need help..?”

“no, it’s getting late and you should go home - i think i can handle; it was just these documents that he placed somewhere.” 

you shake your head in return bc you’re a nice human being, “i’ll help you besides it’ll be faster if we look for it together.” 

hence the beginning of your search party 

and whilst you were both too focus looking here and there 

the “wind” slams the door shut 

(in actuality someone specifically a guy named ong seongwoo closed the door shut and locked it from the outside) 

you run to the door and fumble with the door handle, trying to push it open 

“ohmygod ohmygod you can’t be serious- why isn’t the door opening-” you start to panic and woojin instantly comes over gently pushing you aside 

he also begins with the same motions as you

and after numerous pushes and kicks, woojin lets out a sigh 

“we’re locked in...” 

now you start to panic even more and you’re just there trying to calm yourself by taking deep breathes 

“i mean, it could be worse right...?” you laugh nervously at him 

but jokes on you 

bc the moment you said that, all the lights immediately shut 

(totally not the work of ong seongwoo)

“n OPE.” you finally say before trying to find your way to the door by touching the handle.

so now you’re just endlessly banging on the door, screaming and yelling; “HELP!! ANYONE??? IS ANYONE THERE?? HELP!!”

the fact that it was dark and you couldn’t see crap made things worse 

bc you were petrified and it feels like you’re all alone by yourself - woojin doesn’t seem to be answering and you can’t even figure out where the heck he is  

(he has no clue how to deal with you when he’s freaking out himself)

“woojin woojin woojin, we’re gonna die and the ghosts are going to take our souls and and we’ll end up in another universe or something and we’ll be trapped forever.” 

there’s no reply 

“woojin? oh my god, am i all alone now? park woojin you dog, i swear on my own failing grades-” 

then out of nowhere you can faintly see the entire room again and you relax as you see woojin appear in your vision, holding his phone as he keeps the flashlight on

“did you just call me a dog...?” 

he’s looking at your face, amused at how you were shedding a few tears and sniffling 

you were pretty cute in his eyes 

“i didn’t mean to, i panicked and i really don’t know what to do and and i should have gone home like what you said earlier but nooo! my stupid humanitarian ass and my feelings got in the way so i ended up helping you. 

i knew i shouldn’t have binged watched all those horror movies last night and oh my god, i don’t even know if i’m breathing; should i breathe? can i breathe?” 

you turn your back to him as you try to calm yourself down and there’s complete silence apart from your shaky breaths

and it starts to get him worried bc you look like you’re close to breaking down 

so woojin pushes aside all the awkwardness and hesitance that he’s feeling, grabbing your shoulders so you face him 

you’re just there sniffling quietly, looking down bc good lord you’re ugly crying rn - this boi shouldn’t be seeing you like this 

but he places his hand under your chin and lifts your head lightly 

“y/n, look at me.” 

you instantly look down and shake your head. “no, shut up i’m crying and it’s ugly; don’t do this to me.” 

look at you finding a reason to not give away that you’re a lot more terrified than you look

“please...?”

his plead softens you in less than a second and you slowly oblige to his request, your eyes meeting his.

“you’ll be okay, we’ll be okay, alright? i’m right here, you can trust me.” woojin softly says to you, “take deep breaths and just look at me, forget about everything else.” 

surprisingly, you were starting to calm down and seeing that it was working, he flashes you a grin

“see? nothing will go wrong from now and even so, you have me.” 

TIME SKIP OF ABOUT THREE HOURS SINCE GETTING LOCKED IN 

now you’re just both sitting on the ground, talking comfortably 

which is a first time bc you and woojin haven’t really properly talked before this situation

in that short amount of time though, you immediately clicked with him and it’s going great

you’ve gotten a lot more calmer than at the beginning 

but only because you’ve been holding his hand 

which he initiated, thinking that it could help you 

even if it isn’t really a scientifically proven idea 

it’s effective though (somewhat) 

bc while it calms you down, your heart is also pounding loudly  

and you’re just praying really hard that he can’t hear it bc you sure damn well can 

it’s now officially midnight 

you’re both beginning to yawn 

next thing you know, you lean on the wall and you’re knocked out cold 

he doesn’t really realise that you’ve fallen asleep until you stop replying to him causing him to turn his head 

woojin chuckles gently, “your crying must have tired you out...” he says to your sleeping figure, brushing a few strands of hair away from your face, “i didn’t know you could be unknowingly cute...it’s charming.” 

he scoots closer to you, intimate enough that your shoulders were touching

and gently, he places your head on his shoulder so you can sleep a lot more comfortably

asdfghjkl im screeching bye

soon, woojin also drifts off to sleep with your hands still in his and your fingers intertwined. 

THE NEXT MORNING 

your eyes lift up as the sunlight shines through 

wow this certainly ain’t your bed

oh wait-

you instantly become reminded that you were locked in all night 

so it wasn’t a dream 

and so you whip your head to the left and you see a peaceful woojin sleeping right beside you 

surprisingly you’re both still (loosely) holding hands 

and the thought that it stayed that way all night makes you blush 

woojin flinches a little and eventually is awakened, turning his head to face you

“good morning...” he sleepily says to you, his eyes still closed 

“woojin, we slept overnight here.” 

“i know...but give me five more minutes.” woojin replies, leaning his head on your shoulder 

wowowow who knew an overnight stay in a school would make you two closer than ever 

yet as soon as his head lays on your shoulder 

the door slams wide open 

and enters dance club president, ong seongwoo 

“wAKE UP HOES THIS AIN’T A HOTEL.” 

he stands in front of you two with a cheeky grin, “but i’m glad you’ve both gotten along really well.”

woojin simply groans, “shut up seongwoo hyung - you trick me by saying you left some dumb document and then lock us in here for your fun and games.” 

wait.

“YOU WHAT?” you scream, causing the two boys to jump 

seongwoo laughs nervously, “now now, don’t get mad - i was just doing it for the lols and besides, you guys are best friends now, right?” 

“oh my god- i had mental breakdowns and i ugly cried in front of my crush just for your lols?! oNG SEONGWOO I’M GOING TO KILL YOU.” 

“NOT UNLESS YOU CATCH ME FIRST.” 

let’s just say that seongwoo ran faster than he’s ever been 

and once he bolted out that door, you instantly followed to hunt his ass down 

meanwhile woojin remains in the classroom until he repeats your words and instantly recalls what you also said that last night 

“did she just say she likes me??”