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[softlysuga]

Facade of the Heart [Ch.1]

synopsis:  It’s 2145 A.D: technology is advancing at an unprecedented rate and lives are getting more convenient- but only for the rich. You’re fine with your job as a receptionist at the Jeon Hotel between 54th and Holly, but once the heir of said hotel business laid his eyes on you, he can’t seem to leave you alone. He’s an egotistical bastard who somehow convinces you to go on a date to a famous gala- promising a night that’s filled with glamor and romance. But as an unprecedented event halts you in your steps, putting both yours, his, and countless other lives in danger, will you be able to see through his wealthy exterior? Or will you succumb to the facade of his heart?

futuristic dystopia!au, enemies to lovers!au

genre: fluff, angst

pairing: jjk x reader

wc: 5.4k

rating: pg

warnings: mild swearing, sexual innuendos (aka sex jokes lol), sexual tension

a/n: i'm back, bietches. ty to @jtrbluv​​ for the banner and reading over my fic <3 ur amazing and i hereby dedicate this comeback chapter to u. also ty to @blsourlime​​ bc she left very passive-aggressive comments on my doc but it’s ok bc she was right. as usual. >:(  mmm that’s it. i hope y’all enjoy!

Chapter One

After sliding a pearl-studded barrette into your hair, you check yourself in the mirror one last time. Your reflection squints back at yourself, scrutinizing the slicked-back ponytail and fitted grey pantsuit. Nodding, you turn away from the mirror, put your heels on, sling your bag over your shoulder and walk out the door. You lock the apartment door behind you and tap the inside of your wristband, coaxing a hologram to appear in front of you.

Hmm.

The transportation expenses seem to have increased from yesterday by half a dollar. You frown, raising your other hand to tap on the cheapest option. GroupLyft will have to do, rather than your usual Hover.

Before you order the request though, you pause. Would it be better if you took the HyperLoop instead? After some mental calculations, you swipe down on the holographic screen and walk toward the elevator. While the HyperLoop would take more time, it would be cheaper, you decide, and you need to save money anyway.

After arriving at the lobby, you politely nod to the receptionist and make your way out of the door, into the bustling capital city. Tall, sleek buildings tower over you. Hover cars lightly hum as they zoom down the road, their metal exterior shining faintly in the morning sun. You spot one stopping near the entrance of a neighboring apartment building and watch as a man climbs into it, suitcase in hand. The hover buzzes away a few seconds later, presumably after the passenger has given his destination.

Walking through the city isn’t too bad, save the occasional cat caller. The clear dome surrounding the city always reflects the sun’s light so nicely in the mornings, bathing you in a warmth that you seldom get while you work. Granted, there are several windows near your desk, but the feeling of a light breeze on your skin always champs the indoors. You tuck a flyaway strand of hair back to its original place behind your ear and quicken the pace of your feet, wanting to get to the HyperLoop station as soon as possible.

You spot a station entrance a few minutes later, a few flights of stairs leading up to the rails. Heels clicking on the plexiglass steps, you eventually make it to the top where you swipe your wristband over a scanner and enter the platform.

Surprisingly, here weren’t a lot of people waiting for the train. A little odd, considering it was a Monday morning. You brush it off, though, as a coincidence. 

A robotic voice echoes through the station, announcing the arrival of the HyperLoop and knocking you out of your thoughts. “The eastbound train is arriving at Newbury Station in t-minus 10 seconds. Please mind the gap.”

You mindlessly take a few steps back as you feel the ground start to rumble underneath you.

“Next stop on the purple line is...Jeon Station. Final stop on the purple line is...Carnegie Station. Please mind the gap.”

The train appears and quickly shudders to a stop as the boarding gate opens in front of you. After entering a car, you sit down on the white leather chair and strap yourself in after putting your purse in the box below your seat. The doors close and the robotic voice echoes through the train, just as you feel the HyperLoop start to pick up speed.

“Next stop on the purple line is...Jeon Station. Final stop on the purple line is...Carnegie Station. We will arrive at...Jeon Station...in t-minus eight minutes and twenty-three seconds. Thank you for riding the HyperLoop today.”

Some ad for dog food plays after the announcement, but rather than paying attention to that, you double tap your earring studs, morphing them into earbuds. Then, you repeat the motion on your wristband, ordering your holographic screen to appear again so you can choose a song to listen to. After selecting the music, you swipe down to make your screen disappear, satisfied with the beats that are currently filling your ears.

After a few songs have played, a robotic voice booms through the compartment once again: “We will be arriving at...Jeon Station in...t-minus nineteen seconds. Please gather your belongings if you are getting off at this stop, and have a nice day. Thank you for riding the HyperLoop today.”

That was your cue to sling your purse over your shoulder and unstrap your seatbelt. After waiting for the train doors to open, you walk out of the compartment and the station, down the stairs and out to the city once again. After walking a block west, you arrive at your workplace: the Jeon Hotel between 54th and Holly.

Namjoon’s head snaps up as you enter the lobby. “Good morning,” he winces, his hand moving to massage the back of his neck.

You chuckle at his display of clumsiness. “Good morning,” you answer, arriving behind the receptionist counter. “I didn’t know all guests got that quick of a welcome. It would seem that we have very good customer service, then.”

Your coworker blushes. “No, I was just excited to see you, that’s all.” He tries to make himself look busy by clicking the computer mouse a couple times, which makes it emit distressed pings in response. Namjoon grimaces and gives up, turning to face you. “So uh, how are you?”

“I’m good— I took the HyperLoop to work today,” you hum, shoving your purse in a cubby under the desk. “It was unusually empty.” You straighten your blouse and turn to the tall man. “What about you?”

“I walked to work today, as usual,” Namjoon starts, fiddling with his suit jacket, “but I was kind of running late because my alarm didn’t go off, so I had to run and I almost fell into a puddle—”

“Kim!”

A shrill voice pinches through said man’s story and your head turns, spotting your stick-thin manager briskly hobbling toward the two of you with a few files in hand. As usual, the extravagant necklaces she’s wearing look like they’re straining her neck, which causes you to stifle a giggle. Namjoon looks down at you and suppresses a smile, too.

“Kim. L/N. I need the two of you to clear the lobby at 11. We have important guests coming and that require your sole attention.”  

You will your face to maintain no emotion, although it’s quite hard. How you got through your interview with her, you have no clue. “Of course, Ms. Tejan. How long should we clear it for?”

The older woman dramatically waves a hand in the air, only to say, “Oh, just for half an hour or so. The Jeons are just dropping by to check into their penthouse, so it shouldn't be too long.”

You look up from the computer in surprise, eyes as wide as saucers. Namjoon, too.

The Jeon family is a big deal. No, not your friend Somi’s family, but a different family entirely. They say the Jeon family runs one of the largest monopolies in the city, maybe even in the country. They started off with hotels— very successful ones at that— but they recently expanded to different industries and made a name for themselves there as well. They seem to have roots almost everywhere, becoming one with the city. 

While there’s a lot of civilian discontent around it, there’s really nothing the people could do. By now, monopolies are a way of life: transportation, construction, utilities, etc.— each industry is usually run by a single family who has paid their way to the top. They stay by paying politicians to pardon their activities, or becoming a politician themselves.

But by the time the majority of the population knew what was happening, it was too late. Democracy is only maintained through the thin facade of a “federal government,” which only occasionally gives out pensions and hires the elderly to run social security.

Needless to say, the majority of money and power are in the hands of a few people. The wealth gap increases every day, along with brewing feelings of discontent. The lower class are getting tired of sleeping hungry, getting stepped on, and being treated as nobodies without purpose. The rich blatantly ignore this, though, which only fuels the rage of the poor. While there are no visible rebellions happening now, no one can promise that it won’t happen in the future.

Which is why the Jeons are such a big deal. They have at least ten extended family members inside the federal government, along with a dozen insider politicians working for them. Their hotel business renders them as one of, if not the most, powerful family in the entire country.

“I’m sorry, did you say, the Jeons? As in—”

“Yes, yes, the Jeons. Jeon Jeonggyu and Jeon Jungkook, to be specific, along with their security team.” Ms. Tejan flips open one of her files and starts to look through it, oblivious of you and your coworker’s shell shocked expressions. 

“Mr. Jeon’s secretary sent me an email this morning about it, as well as the details on how they want everything set up when they arrive. It’s all in here.” She places a file on the counter of the desk, along with the few others in her arms.

“The rest of the these are on how we should handle the press and paparazzi prior to their arrival, as well as during and after. Even though you were tasked to memorize these during your orientation, I believe that you’ll need them. After all, it’s been quite a while since the Jeon family has paid us a visit.”

Your boss clasps her hands together in excitement. “Well, any questions?”

Namjoon is still too surprised to speak, and all you can manage is a small shake of the head.

“Great! They’ll be arriving in…” she checks her watch, “about an hour and a half. I expect that you’ll be ready by then.”

And like that, you and Namjoon are left in the lobby with nothing but a stack of files to combat the immense amount of attention that is about to be thrown upon the hotel.  

———

“It should be illegal to give us less than five hours notice that the Jeons are coming,” you growl while frantically jabbing numbers into the reception phone. You double tap your earrings to connect them to the hotel system and wait for someone to pick up. “Especially if we’re low on staff.”

After letting the information thrown at you process for a few minutes, you and Namjoon had immediately sprung into action, sending out hotel announcements to staff and customers alike, asking them to stay out of the lobby this morning. There had been a few questions as to why, as well as a few protests, but the two of you were handling it as well as you could.

The fact that numerous people called  in sick today only made it worse— the bulk of the work had been left to the two of you. Needless to say, everything is being done a bit frantically, but to the best of your abilities.

Namjoon isn’t faring any better, furiously typing away at the computer and squinting when the holographic screen occasionally glitches. “Agreed. No one answers their emails within two hours goddammit, and I can’t seem to get ahold of Ms. Tejan again—”

Someone finally picks up at the other side of your line. “Hello?”

You hold a finger up to Namjoon and clear your throat. “Hi, this is Jeon Hotel receptionist A41 speaking, I would like to request a full security team at the lobby by 10:30 a.m today.”

The speaker on the other line scoffs. “By 10:30? Are you crazy? Do you know what time it is?”

“Yes, I am aware that this is very short notice, but it is imperative that your team arrives here by stated time,” you press, rolling your eyes. “The Jeon family is coming, and we were given orders to—”

“Fuck,” the other line curses, and you hear a faint crashing sound. “Y-yeah, yeah, we’ll get one there as soon as possible, just— hold on a second.”

“Alright,” you hum, pulling up the other computer screen. The hologram pops up and you start replying to emails regarding the lobby shut down as you wait for the other user to come back again.

A minute later, the other line appears again. “We’ve arranged teams K-7 and K-8 to secure the hotel lobby,” someone coughs,“and Team K-9 should arrive later to help with Mr. Jeon’s personal security with the press and curious bystanders.”

“Thank you so much— we’ll see you soon.” You hang up and tuck yet another stray hair back behind your ear, only for it to fall back down a few moments later.

Namjoon notices and snickers at your frustration. “You know, you should really invest in a hairband or something. Or a larger clip.”

You glare at the man. “Shut up,” you mutter, a blush crawling up your cheeks. “It’s whatever.”

———

After the arrival of the security team and a few more adjustments to the lobby decor, you and Namjoon stand ramrod straight as the two of you watch a few sleek black hovers slow near the entrance of the hotel. A significant number of people are also watching the procession come to a pause, most notably those with flashing cameras and giant microphones. The hotel security had managed to section the public a few feet away from the doors, but nothing is guaranteed when a large crowd is involved.

Suddenly, the doors open and a flurry of people block the entrance, both to protect and assault the men exiting the vehicles. Lots of shouting is heard and you visibly wince, not excited to deal with the mess afterwards. Namjoon sends you a reassuring smile which you return, but everything flies out of your mind when two tall men in suits start advancing toward the reception desk.

The older of the two men walks with a strong purpose, his oxfords gently tapping on the marble floor. He seems the more relaxed of the two, with both of his hands in his pockets, occasionally taking one out to point at a piece of decor or to get his son’s attention. The younger man, however, walks with an air of confidence around him— he seems more headstrong. His face is void of emotion as he takes notice of what his father is leading his attention to, only nodding to appease the older man.

They’re halfway across the lobby when your eyes clash with the younger man’s— in a split second, you hold your breath as his gaze possesses yours; a flicker of emotion crosses his face. Before you could analyze it, though, his eyes narrow, noticing Namjoon and the lack of space between your bodies.

Suddenly—

“Welcome to Jeon Hotel on 54th and Holly,” Namjoon softly calls out, leveling his gaze. “How can we help you?”

A grin breaks out on the older man’s face and he holds out his hand for your coworker to shake. Namjoon takes it, although a bit shakily. “Hello...Namjoon,” Jeonggyu booms after taking a moment to read his nametag. “How are you today?”

“I’m doing well, thank you for asking, sir,” the he responds. He gestures a hand to you. “This is my fellow receptionist, Miss L/N.”

You lightly bow, feeling a constant gaze on you.

“She and I will do our best to make sure that you and your son will have an excellent stay at the hotel,” Namjoon continues.

After nodding in agreement, you notice that the Jeon penthouse is ready for their arrival via a blue notice on your computer screen. Scanning the hologram, you look up and exchange a smile with Jeonggyu. “Speaking of excellent care, I believe your penthouse is ready, sir. Would you like some refreshments delivered up to your room beforehand? Sandwiches? Cocktails?”

Before Jeonggyu could reply, though, his son cuts him off. “Yes, please,” he murmurs, catching your gaze once again. You freeze.

He’s inches away from your face, way too close for comfort. You wince a bit, and Junggyu coughs to get his son’s attention. 

Thankfully, professionalism is embedded into your blood so you gently smile, knocking yourself out of your stupor. “Of course, Mr. Jeon. Is there a refreshment you had—”

“Jungkook,” he interrupts again, gaze unwavering. “Please, call me Jungkook.”

You swallow. “Jungkook-ssi, was there a refreshment that you had in mind?”

Jungkook frowns at the formality. Noticing, your legs starting to tremble. Not only from embarrassment, but also from fear.

This man can snap his slender fingers and your life could be improved— or ruined. You could only hope that it was the former that might happen, not the latter. Everything is out of your hands.

The ball is always in his court.

Which is one thing you hate about him. You hate that he always has the upper hand, the final call, the power— you can’t deny him of anything without risking your job or, god forbid, your life. And he flaunts it, too. He gloats his wealth, his money, thinking that it makes him the most eligible bachelor in the world. And while he is undeniably good looking, that doesn’t mean you have an aching impulse to smack the side of his chiseled face.

You think he got the wrong message though, since Jungkook’s hazel eyes fill with amusement as he takes in your affected state, seemingly pleased with himself. Namjoon shoots you a concerned glance, though; his hand discreetly hovering above your waist in case you fall.

He wasn’t discreet enough, it seems, as Jungkook spots the movement and the amusement in his eyes flickers away, replaced with something hard and closed. Not one to be deterred, he continues. “Why don’t you surprise me, Miss L/N? I’m sure you can handle it.”

You nod, your head moving a bit jerkily. Clearing your throat, “Yes, I can. I’ll have it sent up right away.”

Jungkook hums. “No.”

You blink in surprise, hand wavering above the room service icon on your screen. “Excuse me, what?”

“I said no,” the taller man continues while inspecting a button on his suit. “I would like you to personally deliver it to my penthouse, instead of room service.”

Jaw dropping, you sneak a glance to Namjoon who seems equally as shocked. “I-”

“...If that’s alright with you,” Jeonggyu cuts in. You had almost forgotten he was there. The old man shoots you an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry, dear. My son can get carried away with, uh, his ambitions quite often. He doesn’t mean to be imposing.” He turns and pats Jungkook on the cheek. “Isn’t that right?”

The heir rolls his eyes and finally backs away from you, seemingly annoyed. He grumbles his apologies under his breath and shakes off his father’s hand, eyes narrowed.

You, on the other hand, are taking full advantage of the personal space that has been given back to you. After taking a few deep breaths, you put on your customer service smile and make it as genuine as you can. “It’s quite alright, Mr. Jeon. I’ll personally deliver the refreshments up to your penthouse, as Jungkook-ssi has requested.”

A brilliant grin appears on Jungkook’s face. “Great. I’ll see you in a few.”

That rich bastard has the audacity to give you a wink before sauntering away with a smug look on his face. His father slightly bows and, after you and Namjoon both return it, walks toward the elevator to where his son is standing, his oxfords echoing on the floor.

Once the men are out of earshot, you shudder. “Oh my god,” you breathe out, closing your eyes. “I should be promoted with all the patience I have for Jeon Jungkook.”

Namjoon hums in agreement, looking a bit shaken as well. “That was probably one of the most life-threatening moments you will ever have,” he adds solemnly, running his hand through his hair. “But when he asked you to personally deliver his food? Christ, Y/N, I don’t know how you did it.”

You let out a humorless chuckle. “I guess customer service is just really good at the Jeon Hotels,” you appeal, “especially the one between 54th and Holly.”

———

Ding.

The elevator doors open and you step in, swiping your wristband on the scanner and pressing the number 88. A few seconds later, the doors close and you feel the elevator pick up speed, zooming to your destination.

As you wait, you look down at the meal cart in front of you. Duck foie gras, Iberico ham, and caviar in a small dish stare back at you in their $10,000 glory, along with the small stack of raspberry macarons and plates of dark chocolate souffle.

“Rich people,” you mock under your breath, pursing your lips in annoyance. “Refreshments? Oh yeah, I’ll just have a few caviar on a cracker. $200 for a snack? Oh sure, why not.”

Without a second thought, you take one of the macarons and pop it into your mouth, just to be petty. After swallowing, you come to realize what you’ve done and a feeling akin to horror dawns upon you.

But then you realize that no one (except you) knows how many macarons were there in the first place.

So you laugh. Wiping your mouth, you check what floor you’re on.

Nearly there.

At last, the elevator doors open and you’re greeted with white leather couches and bearskin rugs; a wet bar sits in the corner and a gigantic kitchen peeks to your right. Stepping into the penthouse, you immediately feel uncomfortable and out of place.

Nevertheless, you have to do your job and deliver the damn food.

“Hello?” You call out, trying to find someone. “It’s Miss L/N from reception— I have the refreshments you’ve requested.”

“In the kitchen,” a voice calls out, “behind the sink.”

Pushing the cart around the corner, you see Jungkook at a counter next to the sink with a laptop and a pile of files beside it. He looks up and gives you a smile, spotting the cart. “Ah, the food is here.” The tall man stands up and stalks toward you, never taking his eyes off your chest. You inwardly scoff but maintain a smiling exterior, reminding yourself that this was your job— you had to do this.

“Yes, I’ve brought your refreshments,” you say through gritted teeth. “Is there anything else I can get for you before I leave?”

“Hmm, I think so,” the heir murmurs, sliding the cart away from you. You shiver as he stalks forward, maintaining eye contact. “I would like to get something else from you.”

You feel your legs turning into mush. Clearing your throat, you look away. “A-and what might that be?”

Your heart is beating at a million miles an hour.

You also feel your heart is tearing as he speaks, his soothing tenor voice flowing around your body like silk. To fight or fly, is the question. 

Jungkook uses his hand to tilt yours back up, forcing you to regain eye contact. His eyes wander to your lips and you instinctively lick them, Jungkook’s eyes flashing back to yours. Slowly but surely, he lessens the space between you two until he’s so close that you can feel the heat of his mouth. You lean forward too, throwing your inhibitions into the wind and tasting his breath.

Your noses are touching; his gaze is unwavering.

Alarms go off in your head.

You jerkily step back, accidentally knocking his nose with your head in the process. The heir yelps in pain and winces in pain, officially ruining the moment. “Sorry,” you blurt out, heat rushing to your face.

Jungkook wipes his nose with his hand. “What the hell?” he grumbles, confused. 

His hand comes off with a dot of red and you pale. “M-my apologies, sir,” you mutter, springing into action. You guide the man-child to the kitchen stool where you push him down, forcing him to sit on the white plush.

“What—”

Scanning the kitchen, you spot a roll of paper towels and rip a piece off then tear it into smaller squares. You take a small square and roll it up so it’s small enough to fit into Jungkook’s nostril.

Looking up to check on him, it seems that he’s finally discovered that there’s blood dripping from his nose. His eyes are wide as saucers as he looks at his bloodied hand in surprise.

By now, there’s a few drops of blood on his white dress shirt and you hiss in annoyance. You gently nudge the paper towel roll into his nose so that it absorbs the blood as it flows. Satisfied, you check his face for other injuries.

Other than his extreme expression of confusion and shock, he looks fine.

“You have a bloody nose,” you carefully explain, watching his face. “Blood spilled a bit on your shirt, but you’re fine.”

“Oh,” is all he says, softly. “I see.”

You heft yourself up on a neighboring stool, facing him. The two of you sit in an awkward silence for a bit, replaying the series of events that just went down in your. Jungkook suddenly clears his throat and touches the towel in his nose. 

You take this opportunity to jump up and make your way  to the door. You’ve done enough. Actually, you may have done too much. “I will send up some in-house doctors right away sir,” you assure him with a thin smile. “Please let me know if there’s anything else I can do for you!” 

And with that, you close the elevator door with a sigh of relief as you feel it move. 

Did you just lose your job? 

a/n: chapter two will (hopefully) come soon! i have a vague idea of what I want to happen but feel free to speculate in my inbox (if u want) :)) or u can also j use my inbox to tell me to hurry the fawk up- for motivation purposes. in the process of rewriting/re-editing this T^T

[hobidreams]

WHY MUST YOU HURT ME LIKE THIS WHYYYYYYYYYY??? RAIN I WILL SUE U OH MY GOD THIS HURTS ME ;-; WHY IS YOONGI HURTING ME LIKE THIS WHYYYYYY I AM SO SADDDD D:

LOOOOOOOL don't sue me, sue Yoongi! 🤣 im so sorry babe, love hurts us as much as it uplifts us 😭 thank you for reading!!! unfortunately i cannot say the pain train has ended BUT THERE IS SOME OTHER STUFF COMING UP THAT WILL BE VERY EXCITING!! 🥰

[jtrbluv]

resolutely, yours. | kth

summary: When your best-friend slash pain-in-your-ass, Kim Seokjin, drags you to a New Year’s Eve party that you didn’t want to go to in the first place, what better way is there to pass the time than to stay sober and watch all your classmates go berserk? Well, that is until Kim Taehyung steps into the picture, of course.

pairing: taehyung x reader

genre: fluff

word count: 2.7k+

warnings: profanity, slight alcohol consumption, implied drug usage (two words only, i swear), college party antics should say enough

A/N: first fic of the year! W O O! this was supposed to be for tae’s birthday but i guess it’s fitting since it is the new year. a special thanks to miss mei @sugacouture for her likeness and @koushiningg aka the eternal hypewoman. this fic (drabble) is rly short but i do have a lot coming up in store! for now, hope u enjoy and happy new year everyone!

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You are going to murder Kim Seokjin.

The spiked punch that fills your red solo cup up to its brim has been waiting to be quaffed down for thirty-seven minutes now. Roughly five minutes before that, Seokjin had somehow managed to drag you through the front doors of the fraternity party he’s been wanting you to accompany him to for weeks now.

And it only takes ten minutes for the proclaimed party animal and people-person, Kim Seokjin, to vanish from your side. He leaves you to fend for yourself in a jungle full of plastered college students—priorities at the moment are to either drink so much liquid regret that they can’t even remember their own names, or to find someone to make out with when the clock strikes at midnight. From simple observation, you notice that most, if not everyone here, fall under both categories.

Well, the exception being you, of course.

One thing to note is that you actually do have a decent tolerance for alcohol. You were no stranger to it, and it would serve as a dutiful companion to you when times called for it. Like last week after your last final that you knew you fucking bombed.

However, the humidity of the room due to the accumulation of bodies that left little to no room for fresh air, in addition to the strong stench of alcohol mixed with sweat mixed with God knows what, just was not the ideal place for you to get wasted. It didn’t stand close in comparison to drinking with a solid group of close friends, or by yourself in the comfort of your bed while a shitty rom-com plays in the background on your laptop.

The atmosphere is suffocating all of your senses— tears pricking at the corners of your eyes due to the strong odor of the room, the curled front pieces of your hair dampening and sticking to your temples, your mouth and throat dry as the Sahara Desert because, of fucking course, there is absolutely no water to be seen.

The small black dress and heels that Seokjin forced you to wear was worsening the situation greatly—your legs practically glued stuck to the stool you were sitting on, leading to ugly red marks and stinging skin if you tried to stand up.

You could not take being inside any longer. Instead of passing out from being piss drunk, you were almost adamant that you were going to pass out from the grueling mix of heat exhaustion and secondhand high.

Your grip on the solo cup significantly tightens, nearly crushing the plastic in half. You quickly stand up from the stool you were sitting in, the sensation akin to getting your legs waxed as you take a deep inhale through your nose, mentally preparing yourself to dive into this sea of financially obligated, depressed monsters.

Peculiarly, you manage to shove your way through a good chunk of the mass, your eyes set on the door that leads towards the balcony. Your ankles almost completely give into your weight a concerning number of times, and if it wasn’t for all of the arms of oblivious partygoers that you had clung onto for dear life, you probably wouldn’t be able to stand on your own two feet by now.

Solely occupied with trying to navigate your way through the crowd, you don’t even realize that someone bumped into you and spilled your drink all over your dress until you reach the balcony. The cold, night breeze passes over your body, leaving chills on the huge wet patch on your dress. The one goddamn time your dress sees the light of day, you just so happen to find a way to ruin it.

“Fucking hell!” You holler into the vacant balcony, your hands coming up to carefully poke at the wet patch on your dress. You wince as the soaked, freezing fabric comes in contact with your bare stomach. Angry, you chug down the rest of the drink inside your cup and chuck it off the balcony, too enraged to even react to its strong taste.

Shivering, you walk deeper onto the balcony, cradling yourself and staring at your shoes, a string of curses spewing from your lips. You scold yourself for not bringing a jacket while simultaneously plotting your revenge against Seokjin. A pair of black loafers intrude your vision, accompanied by a husky voice that calls out to you,

“Oh shit, are you okay?”

Your head shoots up, your eyes meeting the ones of the man standing in front of you. He towers above you significantly despite you wearing heels. His eyes are only a tad obscured by the soft, brown curls of his hair, perfectly styled and gelled to have that ‘purposefully messy’ look. The only difference being that models stood no chance against him when he was the blueprint himself. The black button up he’s clad in exquisitely accentuates every crevice of his lean, chiseled body. And his eyes that were already alluring on their own, were adorn with hazel-colored contacts that you swear you could stare at for hours upon hours. He is so otherworldly beautiful, you temporarily forget to breathe.

And you also forget that you are just staring at him, and he is staring back at you with a smile.

Times like this is when you wish you were at least a little buzzed. Sober ‘you’ is way too socially inept to fend for themself sadly. “O-oh i’m fine, someone just spilled their drink on me.”

Maybe it’s the way the moon sits behind him and casts a halo-like glow around his figure or how he’s just been staring straight into your eyes this whole time, like it’s second nature whilst you can only hold eye contact with him for two seconds before instinctively shying away. To say that his presence frightened you was an understatement. You were about to take cover and hide under the patio table like a five-year-old if he kept looking at you like that.

He blinks, his mouth stretching into a wide grin, rectangular-shaped and having the ability to ease your nerves. He places his drink on a patio table, dusting his hands on his pants, “Here, I’ll get you some napkins, just stay here.”

Stunned, it isn’t until he leaves that you yell out to him as he steps back inside the chaos, “Thank you!”

You carefully sit down on a patio chair, your arms still wrapped around your shivering torso while you try to breathe warm air into your cupped hands.

The man steps out onto the balcony minutes later, his fists full of paper towels as he hands them to you. “Here you go.”

You graciously take them, blotting your dress with the paper towels, your nose scrunching at the scent of alcohol that you had no choice but to inhale. “Thank you so much, really.” You say— still very much shocked to know that chivalry isn't quite dead yet. “It’s Taehyung, right?”

He nods, “Yeah, and you’re Y/N?

Your pause, your hand hovering over your dress as you look up and nod with a forced smile, “No but really, thank you. You didn’t have to.”

“Don’t worry about it, I’m sorry that it happened in the first place,” he says apologetically, as if it was his fault, “it seems like everyone’s already out of their minds, and it isn’t even midnight yet.”

“Hey, don’t apologize,” you assure him, which seems to work because his eyes soften a bit, “besides, I guess it’s my fault for coming here in the first place. I knew something like this was gonna happen and now here I am, smelling like cheap, convenience store vodka.”

He chuckles, and you swear you’ve never been so elated to make someone laugh until now, “I somehow managed to beat the crowd. I’ve literally just been standing out here by myself for a good hour now.”

You sigh in envy, “Must be nice.”

“Too bad you couldn’t make it, it’s been awfully quiet up here.” He says, pivoting on his heel to look at the rest of the empty balcony.

Your eyes trail to the commotion inside the house, the crowd still going strong, “Are we really the only sober ones here?”

He shakes his head, “Nah, we’re just the only ones stupid enough to show up at a college party on New Year’s Eve, expecting to have a good time sober while everyone’s getting plastered.”

The unexpected truth pill causes you to enter a fit of laughter, small clouds of air leaving your mouth every time you exhale. He laughs along with you. “Yeah we are pretty stupid, I do admit.” You concur, while rubbing at your arms that were covered in goosebumps.

“Do you want my jacket?” He asks you while pointing to the black blazer that’s slung on top of the chair next to you.

You wrinkle your nose, “Are you sure?”

“Yes, before I put it on you myself,” he giggles with a roll of his eyes.

Shaking your head, you grab the blazer and wrap it around your shoulders. You stand up from your seat and turn towards him, brow quirked. “A-are you not cold? It’s fucking freezing out here.”

“I’m fine, I swear,” he counters, reaching out to help you slip your arms into his huge jacket sleeves, “I’m also not wearing a sleeveless dress.” He teases, eyeing you up and down as he takes in how oversized his jacket is on you. He thinks it looks much better when you’re wearing it, but he won’t tell you that.

“Right…” you drag out, following his footsteps as he motions you to follow him towards the edge of the balcony.

You two stand next to each other, leaning against the edge, arms nearly brushing against one another.

“So Taehyung, what brings you here in the first place?” You ask, knowing that he seems just as displeased to be here as much as you are.

“I got dragged here by a friend, Park Jimin, in particular.” He responds with a frown, “I have no idea where the fuck he is now, he literally left me as soon as we got here.”

Turning towards him incredulously, your brows raise and the corner of your lip curls into a smirk, “You don’t say.”

Confused, but also curious about the expression painted across your face, he quirks a brow, “Hm?”

You close your mouth, crossing your arms tighter around yourself, “I got dragged here by a friend too. Kim Seokjin. That asshole left me as soon as we got here too.”

He steps back, scoffing in disbelief, “Wow, we really just got stood up by our own friends.” Taehyung proclaims into the vacant balcony, for both him and you— the thought of it sounding even more pathetic after being said out loud.

“They’re pretty goddamn close to losing that title now.” You quip, shaking your head in dismay.

His head rocks back, a lively laugh leaving his lips due to your comment which makes you smile at the fact that you are even able to make him laugh like this.

“Damn it Y/N, you should’ve came out sooner, we could’ve been having a good time out here.” He tells you with a pout as his laughter starts to dwindle.

Sighing heavily, you too, feel regretful about the missed opportunity, “I really should have.”

He nudges you with his elbow, “At least you’re here now.”

The bass-boosted music from inside the house ceases, the room becoming momentarily quieter while someone bellows out, “Hey look, it’s the countdown!”

Everyone’s focus shifts towards the gigantic flat screen TV that hung above the fireplace, making you realize where the fraternity funds truly go to. You and Taehyung exchange glances before shrugging and moving closer to all the commotion since it was New Year’s Eve, above all.

He leans against the doorframe and you stay close to his side, the number ten flashing brightly on the screen—the crowd’s shouts getting louder as it reaches the final ten seconds of the year.

Instead of shouting out the numbers with the rest of the mass, you and Taehyung are simply witnessing it all fold out in silence.

“EIGHT!”

‘You got any New Year’s resolutions?!” You nudge him while attempting to yell over the noise.

His head whips towards you, “Me?!”

“SEVEN!”

Your brows furrow, “Does it look like I’m talking to anyone else?!”

His mouth splits into a grin once more, folding over in laughter just enough to meet eye-to-eye with you.

“SIX!”

“I mean! I didn’t have one originally!”

The crease in your brows dissipate, “Well, what changed?!”

“FIVE!”

His head tilts to the side, “I came here!”

You mirror his head tilt, confused as ever, “Um, so you wanna go to more parties next year?!”

“FOUR!”

He slaps a palm against his forehead, “From what you know about me, does it look like I like parties?!”

“How the hell would I know?!”

His jaw drops, “Y/N—!”

“THREE!”

“—I wanna get to know you better Y/N!”

Your jaw drops as well, “What?! Me?!”

“TWO!”

“Is there any other Y/N standing in front of me?!”

“I– oh...”

“ONE! HAPPY NEW YEAR!” The crowd shouts together in unison despite all being under the influence. A confetti cannon erupts, flying around the room and falling into people’s hair as the mass starts to split into pairs, all partaking in the traditional New Year’s kiss that you personally haven’t had much luck in participating in yourself.

You rip your gaze away to look at Taehyung. He smiles, pulling a piece of confetti out of hair, making your cheeks flush. “Happy New Year, Y/N.”

“Happy New Year, Taehyung.”

The small amount of alcohol you consumed when you first stepped foot onto the balcony leaves you slightly buzzed. Just enough to leave you with the right amount of courage to vouch for the nickname.

You take a daring step towards the man in front of you, “I also have a resolution of my own, Taehyung.”

He takes an even more daring step towards you, having the audacity to lean down— your faces only inches apart. “And what is that, may I ask?”

Grabbing onto the collar of his shirt, you close the gap in between the two of you, locking your lips with his. The kiss isn’t short enough to be a peck but isn’t long enough to be considered making out. You pull away enough to be able to see his face, “Is to get to know you better too.”

He chuckles, “Y/N, your lips taste like spiked punch.”

Pouting, you bump your forehead into his, “All I drank was whatever you saw me have at the balcony, I swear.”

He pecks your nose, your frown immediately wiping away as he does so, “I trust you.”

You smile, giving him a peck on the mouth, “As you should.”

“I’d kiss you again, but you probably can’t stand being here any longer. Let’s get out of here.” He tells you, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

You slide your arm onto his, interlocking his fingers with your own, “I think you’ve already completed your resolution Taehyung. You seem to know me so well already.”

Pushing through the crowd, he hooks an arm onto your waist while he shoves a path for you two to get through, “Too bad I don’t know where you wanna go though.”

You hum, thinking for a moment before your grumbling stomach answers for you, “I’m hungry, let’s go grab burgers or something.”

You don’t see the way Taehyung is fondly staring at you because you’re too busy trying to open the front door. At last, you manage to pry it open, stepping back outside while Taehyung’s holding you in his arms. It’s not that cold this time.

Taehyung’s hands land on both of your shoulders— turning you around to face him as he swiftly latches his lips onto yours. You stumble back, but his hand is quick to support you as he kisses you deeply. You kiss him back, letting your fingers curl around the curls of his hair.

He pulls back this time, letting his forehead rest on yours, “Y/N, I think you are the one that’s completed your resolution. How the hell did you know that I fucking love burgers?”

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MASTERLIST

[softlysuga]

Already Gone

synopsis:  He’s the love of your life, the light in the dark, the end of the tunnel. Is? Or was? 

infidelity! au

genre: angst

pairing: pjm x reader

wc: 1.8k

rating: pg

warnings: mild swearing, mentions of drowning

a/n: lol hi I’m back with this mess :)) this hurt a bit to write bc I hate cheating and cheaters but I was like let’s do smth outta my comfort zone and whoop here we are :)) I personally can’t relate to cheating or being cheated on bc of the complete absence of anything related to it so if it’s not accurate I'm sorry :( anyway, grab ur tissues, listen to I love you by Billie Eilish, and enjoy! 

tags: @jtrbluv​ eheheh here u go luv

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It’s like the universe is against you.

Cursing, you turn away from the broken elevator and open the door to the stairwell. After trudging up five flights, you take out your keys and fumble with it for a second before you shove it into the lock. The door to the apartment opens and you kick off your heels, sighing in relief and closing the door behind you.

You walk to the kitchen to put your purse on the counter, heart dropping when you see that Jimin isn’t back yet. He’d usually be lounging on the couch or out on the balcony when you return from work, but the sofa is vacant where his body should be. You were hoping that, since you returned early, the two of you could relax together— something that was rare these days. Sighing, you venture deeper into the apartment, shrugging off your cardigan and placing it on a chair.

Taking the remote control, you turn on the tv and let it play in the background as you walk back into the kitchen to fix yourself a glass of wine. Walking back to the sofa in your stocking-clad feet, you pace the glass on the coffee table in front of you and sink down on the leather chair, relaxing for the first time that day. Humming, you lazily change a few channels and settle for a rerun of The Office, smiling when you see Dwight start to fight with himself as a demonstration of self-defense.

You stay like this for around half an hour— watching tv and sipping wine. It was calming. Mind-numbing. Just what you needed after a long day at work.

Suddenly, you hear the jangle of keys and the front door opening. Standing up with a glass of wine in hand, you quickly walk toward the kitchen to greet who you assumed was your boyfriend. After all, he was the only other one with the key.

“Jimin,” you hum excitedly, “welcome home, baby—”

You look up to greet him and your feet stop moving.

Um.

That isn’t Jimin.

A petite woman stares back at you, a puzzled look on her face. She’s in the process of hanging up her coat on the hanger that’s tucked in the closet— which was weird because most guests you bring over for the first time don’t know that it's there.

“I-I’m sorry, I think you’re in the wrong apartment,” the said woman says. You stare at her in shock. “Unless, you are a burglar?”

The stranger is oddly calm in a situation like this.

“Excuse me?”

She smiles apologetically. “This is my boyfriend’s apartment? He says no one but him and his roommate live here, so unless you’re her, I would think that you’re in the wrong place, love. And I’m pretty sure she’s gone for the week, so…”  

You’re absolutely confused and flabbergasted. “I— boyfriend?”

As if on cue, Jimin walks in behind her. He’s distracted, texting on his phone, and doesn’t notice you at first. A few moments later, though, he shoves it in his pocket and your own phone pings, notifying you that you’ve received a text.

The noise makes your boyfriend look up, and he freezes when your steady gaze meets his. “Baby?” he asks incredulously.

The woman is startled. “Excuse me, what?”

Jimin stares at the woman, as if realizing her presence, then looks back at you. He’s blinking rapidly and you can see the gears turning in his brain, the panic that’s setting in his eyes.

Oh.

You see now.

“Well, considering that you brought another woman to our apartment,” you observe, “I’m no longer your baby.” Holding your wine glass in one hand, you use the other to motion toward the door. “Out.”

The woman, who immediately realizes what’s going on, looks very uncomfortable and flees the scene immediately, practically sprinting out the door. She gives you an apologetic bow before she does, though, which you acknowledge with a lazy nod.

Jimin, though, does not.

“Wait— no, it’s not what it looks like—”

“Then tell me,” you scoff, slowly stalking toward your ex, “what is going on here? Why did you bring a woman home and claim that I’m just a roommate? Why did she call you her boyfriend?”

He can’t seem to find any words to say. “I— she—”

“And it seems that this wasn’t the first time you brought her home, either,” you continue, eyes sharp. “She knew where the coat rack was. How funny, don’t you think? Considering that, unless you come here often, you wouldn’t know where it is.”

If looks could kill, Jimin would have been dead the moment he walked through that door.

“Baby, please let me explain—” Jimin tries, eyes pleading.

You scoff. “Please. Go ahead. Explain.”

He hesitates, withholding his words.

“Go on,” you sneer, taking a sip from your wine glass. “Don’t keep a woman waiting.”

Jimin stressfully runs his hands through his hair and after a moment of tense silence, he caves. “It was never my intention to cheat on you,” he mutters softly, unable to meet your eyes. “It was a few weeks ago, on a Friday night. You had been on call again for the nth time that month and I know the hospital needs you, and I understand that, but I- I just got so lonely, Y/N.”

You’re leaning against the counter, absorbing his words. While on the outside it seemed that you were ready to drop him without a second glance, you were still heartbroken. You had given this man your soul, your mind, your spirit— and you feel like he just threw it all away.

“So I went to a club with Tae and Hobi that night,” he continues shakily, “and got quite drunk at the bar. Then Hobi-hyung pulled me onto the dance floor and I was just there, mindlessly moving my body around. Everything seemed like a blur up to that point because I was so wasted.”

“Get to the point,” you snap sharply, internally wincing at the harshness of your voice. You watch Jimin flinch and he swallows audibly.

“Right. So I was dancing in a haze, and this— that woman you saw, she came up to me and in my drunken mind, she looked exactly like you.”

He takes a step toward you, his eyes misty. “S-so I thought you were there, at the club, and I just kissed her. I-I kissed her and—”

Jimin pauses, guilt crowding his expression.

“I slept with her.”

Your heart promptly shatters in the cavern of your chest.

There’s a quiet ringing in your ears and all you can see is red and grey. Jimin’s voice, the rest of his explanation— it all fades out and you’re left with your own trembling thoughts, your own inner demons. They laugh at you, mock you, echoing the same phrases and questions over and over and over.

You’re not enough for him, they scoff. Look at him. He’s so beautiful. So kind. So loving, caring, generous— he’s the golden standard. And all you do is slave away for patients at a hospital every week. How pathetic.

Your breath comes in deep, shallow gasps, and you close your eyes, willing the demons to go away.

No wonder he went to some random girl at a club that night, they continue to sneer. When was the last time the two of you spent time together? When was the last time you two had sex? Think about it, Y/N. How stupid are you to think that a Jimin would wait for you to fulfill his needs? He’s a man, Y/N. Did you forget? Or are you just stupid?

Stupid.

Idiotic.

Foolish.

You feel as if you’re drowning in a lake— a deep, never ending lake, and the water is pulling you down. Your demons are pulling you down and you try to fight it, you really do, but the water’s so cold and you’re just so tired.

Wait.

No.

None of this was your fault.

The two of you knew it was going to be hard from the beginning. With you as a resident doctor and him as a shop owner, your schedules were bound to clash and overlap.

Both you and Jimin had to maintain respect and loyalty to the other, no matter how hard, how painful, how lonely it got through your journey together. It was a mutual understanding that the two of you had to maintain in order for this relationship to work.

No.

It wasn’t your fault at all.

You did your best. You spent as much time with him as you could, even though you had night shifts in the ICU and had emergency pages in the middle of sex. You gave your relationship the most that you could, loving Jimin with your entire heart, soul, body, and mind. You are not to blame.

He is.

Your head breaks through the surface of the water and you gasp for air, lungs burning. The cold air of the lake fills your lungs and cries in relief.

Suddenly, Jimin’s voice is brought back to focus.

“Baby? Y/N? Are you okay? You’re shaking a bit, did you eat something bad—”

In one swift movement, you splash the remaining wine in your glass on Jimin’s face, dripping onto his crisp white dress shirt.

“Don’t”you hiss through your teeth, “call me your baby.”

Your ex stares back at you, disbelief in his eyes. There’s wine dripping off the tips of his hair, the bitter smell of alcohol permeating through the air. He watches your gaze turn hard and his heart sinks in the growing pit of his stomach. “Y/N—”

“I want you out,” you growl. “I want you out of this apartment, now. You can come back for your shit later, when I’m at work. Leave the key under the mat when you leave, and it better be there by the time I’m home.”

Jimin opens his mouth to protest but you cut him off again.

“Jimin,” you breathe, pinching the bridge of your nose, “don’t make me repeat myself.”

His eyes flare.

“No. We aren’t going to end like this. I’m not going to let you push me away just because I made a mistake—”

“And you’re paying for that mistake, Park Jimin,” you nearly shriek, your head throbbing. You jab a finger onto his chest. “If you really cared, if you really cared— really loved me, Jimin, you would have waited for me. You wouldn’t have cheated. You wouldn’t have slept with a random woman at a club, then proceed to keep her as a side piece for a few weeks. No.”

The man in front of you looks defeated as more words spew out of your mouth.

You sigh, dragging a hand down your face. “If you really loved me, respected me— you wouldn’t have done all the things you did. And if you knew me well enough, Jimin, you would’ve known that I don’t forgive cheaters that easily”

He meets your eyes.

“Besides,” you whisper, the aching in your chest growing more prominent, “you only lose the things you don’t care about.”

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last line of wips

rules: type the latest line from your wip and tag as many people as there are words in the line.

tagged by @artaefact ,, thank u tori ! <3

this is from my fic that's about to be released this weekend! (but was supposed to be released like 2 weeks ago rip):

He rolls his eyes playfully, feigning annoyance but the affection he holds for you clearly appears up more than the latter. He slides his hand into yours, letting you tug him up from the couch.

this technically isn't the last line but all the other lines r stupid long and give away too much LOL

tagging: @koushiningg @pjmsdior @sugacouture @jinpanman @ggukkieland @intokook @latetaektalk @dulce-pjm @allurain @bangtans-peaceful-piegon @joontier @dreamystuffers

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✨ post your lock screen, the last photo you took, and the last song you listened to ✨

omg i haven’t done a tag game in awhile but these are always fun! thank u so much to the lovely AND BEAUTIFUL DEE @xiaokoo FOR TAGGING ME!!!! love u <33

1. hi these r my besties 4L aka texas boy and jae @koushiningg

2. i took this last night after work bc i was feeling tired asf and one of my little kiddos told me my eye glitter looked pretty and it made my whole night

3. no explanation needed bc YES! MONO! i’m surprised it wasn’t after school tbh

since my face is here id prefer u not to reblog yeah <3 i’ll be tagging these lovelies, but like always, u don’t have to do this LOL

@koushiningg @shoujokth @sugacouture @nurseryy @tae-cup @bangtans-peaceful-piegon @pjmsdior @jinpanman @latetaektalk @dreamystuffers

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“F 2020!” - TXT

it’s 3:30am and i’m 2 lazy to make a header so here’s yoongi, i promise i have nicer handwriting

wow, i literally have no idea where to start. it’s almost my three year anniversary of being on this hellsite, but i think i can definitely say that 2020 has probably been one of my favorite years by far, and i am really grateful for it. i think 2020 was a year i was able to improve a lot in my writing despite not producing and releasing a lot of content. quarantine finally allowed me to actually sit down and focus on writing more than i ever have before, and shit, it felt good! it finally felt like i was able to write for myself and not just to please others, and it felt so rewarding rawr (•̀ᴗ•́)و

to all my followers, thank you all so so much. each and every single one of you are a huge reason as to why i’m still here and continue to write. all the likes, reblogs, comments, asks, and more mean the absolute world to me and other writers as well. i think as content creators we can all say that we all go back and scroll through all your messages. thank you for continuing to support me and hopefully i can manage to gift more fics to you this year! luv u all so much <33

to all my mutuals, whether we’ve talked once, twice, never, or a lot, thank you so much for letting me into your world! i really appreciate and luv each and every one of you and always enjoy seeing you all around my dash, we love 2 see it!! i wish you all the best and pls never hesitate to talk to me, i’ll always be here through but especially to support you and hype you all up!! >:) <33

i was going to tag people, but i don’t wanna risk missing anyone T-T. hopefully, you all know who you are :)) just know i luv u fr

lastly, here are some sappy ass luv letters to some of you in particular, sry in advance 🥶🥶

@koushiningg - yeah, of course your ass is going first. hey jae bae, bestie 4L, partner-in-crime, the one person who’s read every, and i mean EVERY single one of my fics. it irks me how much you’re always able to write out your feelings towards the people you care about, bc i SUCK at it! so yes, thank you so much for just being you, i’ll write u a sappy long letter for ur grad email but for now, thank u so much for putting up with my dumbass, listening to me ramble abt the ideas i get at the asscrack of dawn, reading my fics, supporting me in everything that i do. i love u sm fr. here is to the year that we’ve been waiting for, 2021. let’s make it our year.

@taehyungieskith - mika bae........ to think that you were still a local this year is so silly to think abt, i still remember us in the 400s and me giving u song recs in the band room GAHAHDHAJ. i love the little book club type shit we be doing, i always love ur recs duh wtf. thank u twin for always hyping up my stuff and thank god u arent on wattpad anymore mhm love u twin jumi #2 fr

@viopera - VIO!!! we’ve met recently but it feels like i’ve known u for awhile now. literally i’m so happy cuz i remember telling u to write fics and u were straight up like “no.” and now here we are RAWR! u should know this by now and u probably do but i will always be ur #1 supporter and eternal beta-reader. i hope you’re feeling better and ily my fav corpse stan and bad bitch!!!!

@bangtans-peaceful-piegon - AHH PIDGE!!! if i can remember correctly, you were one of the first people i actually talked to on the fic hub server and wow you are just the cutest and literal sweetest thing. we clicked so easily and the vibes u give off are just absolutely impeccable. i love u and i’m always here for u !!! <33

@sugacouture - AYO MEI!!! istg we literally just started talking frfr like a couple days ago but it’s like i’ve known u for years, like wtf. we literally have the same humor and vibes and it’s been rly swag talking to u. i am also more than happy to be ur eternal beta-reader and header helper if that wasn’t already clear duh <3 yeah you are so cute and you write so well that it’s unfair. mhm. unfair. *inserts that one taekook photo* love u, i’ll kidnap u and we’ll get boba and pho <3

@dreamystuffers - RACH!!!!!! rach you truly mesmerize me bc you are so freaking multi-talented, it leaves me in awe. i’m so happy you’ve continued to do what you do luv!! i will always be here and supporting u thru whatever u do!!! luv u sm!! <33

@tatastaetae - marria bby! hi!! ik we don’t talk that much but when we do you’re always such a joy to talk to! the range in ur fics is insane and i always love 2 see it! love u sm and i’m always here for u luv (i swear i’ll be more active on servers wjdjsjjds)

@pjmsdior - bella!!! we haven’t talked for that long either but i always love meeting fil moots!!! you are the sweetest thing and just know that i’ll always be here for u if u need anyone to talk to!!! if i was rich, i’d buy us both new phones in a heartbeat bc our phone literally hate us and for WHAT. kk luv u bella mwah <3

@suhdays - MO! oh my i rly do mean it when i say that u have got to be one of the sweetest and most genuine ppl i’ve met so far this year on this hellsite. ty for making me feel so welcome on the discord servers and networks despite me not being super active on there. when i do get money, i do wish to buy from your etsy shop T-T ,, you are literally the best and deserve the world mo, love u !

@jinpanman - mai! hiii!!! i know we don’t talk much but i’d just like to thank u for the sheer kindness and sweetness you’ve always treated me with! on the occasions that we do talk, you are such a sweetheart omg. ur fics are absolutely to die for and ilysm bby <3

@softguks - AHHDHJE LAUR! when i save u best 4 last <3. we’ve honestly barely interacted at all but you are the most sweetest thing ever, you make my heart full!!! i hope we’re able to interact more in the future and that u come back soon!

- ur local laur luvbot

my secret admirer, hi! i’m not sure if you’ll see this or not since i obviously can’t tag u, but i rly do appreciate u and all the messages u send 🥺🥺 sometimes i go back to them and read them over bc they’re actually so sweet and this is my first actual anon interaction rawr ;w; like always, i wish u nothing but the best and pls take care ☀️ anon!!! <3

sending luv and good vibes to all of u for the new year, always <3

— love, jumi (⊃｡•́‿•̀｡)⊃

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interview tag (•̀ᴗ•́)و

tagged by the lovely marria aka @tae-cup !! <3

rules: answer questions and tag 20 blogs you are contractually obligated to know better!

Name/Nickname: jumi, jj, jen, bitch

Gender: woman, clown

Star sign: libra mfs

Height: 5′5 mhm yup

Time currently: 2:11 PM

When is your birthday: october 12th

Favorite band/groups: bts, skz, got7, enhypen, day6, twice, itzy

Favorite solo artist: dean, hoody, ariana grande, jay park, loco, a lot theres a lot ok

Song stuck in your head: drivers license

Last movie you watched: 17 again ,, zaccie efron 🐸

Last show you binged: true beauty hahahaha

When you created you (main) blog: 1.31.2018

Last thing you googled: ‘how to see your last played songs on spotify’ HAHA

Other blogs: @jjtrbl-recs , @ch4nelorange (my skz blog...)

Why I chose my URL: i love dean and i luv other ppl who don’t know i exist and my name starts w a j GAHAH

How many people are you following: um like 440 HAHA

How many followers do you have: i’m almost at like another milestone i think lol

Average hours of sleep: 5 or 6 hours

Lucky number: i never know how to answer this question oh wait nvm km stupid LOL it’s 7 like actually

Instruments: at one point i knew how to play piano and alto saxophone... does recorder count 😐✋ WAIT UKULELE NVM

What I’m currently wearing: a thrasher shirt (poser yes sorry i don’t wear this anymore tho LOL) and pajama pants bye

Dream job: somewhere in the medical field (nurse, PA, pharmacist) i’ll gladly jusr marry rich and run my own cafe tho

Dream trip: korea, japan, LA, NYC, new zealand

Favorite food: i hate this question i’m currently craving poke tho so that but ig korean food in general

Nationality: filipino-american ... my tagalog is shit i am sorry🛐

Favorite song: drivers license - queen olivia rodrigo (i’m writing a fic inspired by it goodbye i want to cri)

Top three fictional universes you’d like to live in: harry potter, percy jackson, any reality that isn’t THIS one is fine by me.

@koushiningg @sugacouture @taehyungieskith @excusemin @jinpanman @suhdays @pjmsdior @softguks @dreamystuffers @viopera @bangtans-peaceful-piegon @nurseryy @mlkydrms @absoluteyoongit @joontier @artaefact @rosiethefairy @peachysunoo @jentwt

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tag game !

tagged by the lovely linh @latetaektalk ,, thank u soso much! this was so fun omg

tagging: @allurain @koushiningg @dreamystuffers @jinpanman @dulce-pjm @suhdays @pjmsdior @bangtans-peaceful-piegon @sugacouture

1. what fandoms have you written for (but do not currently)?

um i didn't rly write for any fandoms when i was younger, but i knew my 12yo self was probably conjuring harry potter headcanons in my head D:

2. what fandoms are you currently writing for?

for now, and for a long time, i've been writing for bts. i've like always been a multi from the moment i got into kpop but i've never actually fleshed out any of the wips i had for any other groups LMFAO. honorable mentions are got7, skz, haikyuu yup

3. how long have you been writing?

a longggg time, i think. i enjoyed writing fiction as a kid a lot. most of it would be like off-brand spy kids/harry potter/hunger games type beat stuff. and it was awful. but i was literally like 9 so cut me some slackLKSDFJSLKDjf

4. on which platforms do you post your stories?

primarily tumblr and i only recently made an ao3 acc. the only fic i have on there is a tae drabble that's already posted on here LOL. i think it's 'resolutely, yours.' but i don't even remember bye. i remember i drafted drivers license on there but i literally forgot to post it so it's probably gone HAHA.

5. what is your favourite genre to write?

e2l even though i have no e2l fics on this blog i think

6. are you a pantser or a planner?

i used to never plan my fics, like at all. but then i was so unsatisfied with the flow of things and like idk lack of clarity. drivers license was the first time i actually sat down and planned out an entire fic as i was writing it. it rly does make things easier when u have an idea of what u want. and then just having the idea can help you possibly expand on it and get even better ideas off of it. the events of drivers license and the order it was all written in changed like 20394803 times. but yeah, does that make sense... LMFAO

7. one shot or multi-chapter?

one shots because i can never fucking get myself to finish a series. i love reading them tho

8. what is the perfect chapter length in your opinion?

no clue. i love long stories and slow burn tho, it's just so satisfying and $wag when it's well-written and the characters are well-written too.

9. what is your longest published story? is it complete?

the fic i'm about to post is nearing 20k, and it might even surpass that which will end up being the longest story on this blog. insane! drivers license is around 10k i think, and then if u combine the wnrs couple's fics it's like 15k? im too lazy to look tbh SRy

10. which story did you enjoy working on the most?

oh drivers license for sure! i don't think i've ever immersed myself and put so much effort into a story before. it was truly an amazing experience, and i just know that i'll probably never be able to write anything like that fic ever again. it's rly one of a kind for me.

11. favourite request you've have written and why (if any?)

most of the requests i had on this blog got taken down bc they were so bad. i'm not sure if the yoongi superhero!au is still up on here, but i'd choose that one since i really had to branch out of my writing style for it. regardless of it being like barely 2k.

12. are there reoccurring themes in your stories?

miscommunication, so much banter, i used to see this a lot but i would take it out but... head bonking ??LSKDFJHAHA, my side characters being dumbasses and then my main characters being even bigger dumbasses (oc probably being the biggest dumbass)

13. current number of wips?

during the course of writing the current fic i plan on posting this week, i created like 5 wips and they all hit 5k, and then i straight up abandoned them. and then the endless idea bank google doc. so if i count the wips i for sure want to finish by like this year or summer... like 3 or 4.

14. three things you have noticed about your own writing?

i feel like i repeat stuff a lot throughout all my stories LOL,, it irks me so bad. i think i relate to all my ocs in at least one way or another.

15. a quote you like from a published story

alrighty this is a lil snippet from 'drivers license':

this is from the second letter oc wrote to jk:

"The same delusional daydreamer hopes that one day we can talk and laugh like old pals. Like nothing ever changed between us. I hope you achieve your dreams that you always thought seem too far-fetched, yet in the back of my mind I always knew you could easily grasp. I hope someday you can live a life of lesser worries and insecurities, because you rarely had any to start off with. I always hoped the world for you, because you deserve it. And despite everything, I still believe you do."

this paragraph seems pretty simple but i think it did the best job of like describing oc's emotions and realization of things,, its kinda cliche tew yas love that

16. a quote from an unpublished story

alr this is from the e2l jimin series that is going to take me forever to write bc the outline for it is SO LONG

“Would it kill you to at least show up with a shirt on?“ You sneer, patting your forehead with the back of your hand due to the sweltering sun. The event hasn’t even started yet and you can already feel your hair sticking to the back of your neck.

Crossing his arms, he scoffs, his biceps bulging out as his arms bend. Not like you were staring at them. “Sorry couldn’t hear you, too busy boosting the school’s morale.”

17. space for you to say something to your readers

i feel like i don't show enough appreciation to my readers and mutual on this blog. i have met so many lovely people and have gotten so much support, i hope u all know that it does NOT go unnoticed. i always tend to go back and reread all the comments and asks that i get on my stories bc it rly does make my heart soar. it makes my day!!! thank u all for sticking with me thru all my 3am shitposts and inconsistent writing schedule LOL,, you all have my whole heart and some more <3

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handwriting tag!

ok so my LED lights r peach rn hence the pink paper!

tagged by @latetaektalk , ily linh <3

urls & sideblogs: @jtrbluv (main) @jjtrbl-recs (side, fic rec blog) @ch4nelorange (skz sideblog)

favorite quote(s):

“It does not do well to dwell on dreams and foeget to live.” — Albus Dumbledore bc the author doesnt exist

“She wasn’t doing a single thing that I could see, except standing there leaning on the balcony railing, holding the universe together.” — The Girl I Knew

“Dream, try, and do good.” — Mr. Feeny, Boy Meets World

WIPs:

drivers license ; jjk

pov aka the [REDACTED] fic

cabinet chronicles ; pjm

a tutor joon fic

e2l hogwarts au ; ksj

i just realized i missed a few but that’s ok HAHA

tagging: @sugacouture @viopera @koushiningg @dreamystuffers @tae-cup @bangtans-peaceful-piegon @nurseryy @pjmsdior @softguks @taehyungieskith and like always u don’t have 2 do this HAHA

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13 songs tag !

rules: list 13 songs you've been listening to lately

tagged by @dreamystuffers hehe ty rach

tagging: @koushiningg @sugacouture @nurseryy @jinpanman @viopera @taehyungieskith @bangtans-peaceful-piegon @latetaektalk @tae-cup

in no particular order btw :D

1. supergood - duckwrth

2. 90s love - nct

3. telepatia - kali uchis

4. independent women pt. 1 - destiny’s child

5. if i ruled the world - bts (i be headbanging to this song while driving help)

6. cry for me - twice (requires no explanation)

7. drivers license - olivia rodrigo (ok not as much as when it was released but when i made the playlist it was on repeat while i was writing the fic LOL)

8. i’m in the mood for dancing - yuju (yeah true beauty ost i know shut it 😐)

9. magic - pink sweat$ (GO LISTEN TO HIS NEW ALBUM ITS SO GOOD AHHH)

10. fairy of shampoo - txt (again i forgot how good this song is)

11. up to you - pretty much ft. nct dream (I LISTEN TO IT SOLELY FOR HAECHANS VERSE,, this phase comes and goes like biweekly)

12. whoa - snoh aalegra (PLS LISTEN TO HER SHES SO GOOD)

13. my favorite part - mac miller, ariana grande

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tag game ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

tagged by @latetaektalk ty 4 tagging me luv

rules : you’re starring in a movie with the last person saved to your camera roll & the last song you listened to is the title

technically it was a vid of bambam but like it’s long so hello blonde jungkook 😳

ok um i have no idea what the plot of this would be help,, maybe a ceo au w unrequited love or infidelity concepts involved cuz of the song i guess ?? bye that is so sad.

tagging: @taehyungieskith @viopera @koushiningg @nurseryy @dreamystuffers @sugacouture