#the korean translation of the song title gets me so fucking depressed

[amiharana]

sad boy hours. revalink but it's the bts smeraldo story.........

[gimmeyoon]

You’ve Become My Favorite Sin [6]

Alternatively Titled: Heavenly Way to Die

Pairing: Jungkook x Male OC | Angel!Jimin x femdemon!reader

Ratings/Warnings: M for Mature. Cursing, drinking, smut (oral), and Homophobic slurs. Main character death. Also, contains religious themes. 

Word Count: 5.9 k

A/N: Most of this chapter is backstory for Jungkook’s character, but the end does switch back to the present, so you could read this without the first 5 parts but the end will be very confusing. Also, I wanted to do male reader, but I thought that having two people named _____ might be confusing, so please feel free to get rid of Henry and replace it with your name if you’re a male reader looking for some love thank you thats all

Songs: Mercy / Gatekeeper by Hayley Kiyoko, Sanctify by Years & Years, and What A Heavenly Way to Die by Troye Sivan

Summary: When Jimin started questioning his place in the world as an angel, you took it upon yourself to show him the darker side of life. Suddenly, falling from grace doesn’t seem so bad.

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Paris, France: 1947

     Jungkook wasn’t exactly sure how he had ended up at this bar. Earlier in the night his intention had been to get soused and judging by the way he felt, he had reached that goal. 

     The night had gotten off to a rough start, him almost immediately having to deal with some fat-head American whose mission in life must be to attack any and all Japanese men who he runs into. Jungkook was used to this, he had been dealing with it for years now, so he silently pulled his Korean American identification card out of his wallet and presented it with his right hand to the man. His left hand presented the man his middle finger. 

     The fat-head apologized for his slur while Jungkook made note of his uniform. Jungkook still maintained his silence as he pulled his dog tags out from underneath his shirt.

     “Wow I’m an ass,” the fat-head said. “What branch?”

     “Army,” Jungkook replied as he turned back to his drink. “Would have done national guard, but they found out I could speak Japanese, so they didn’t give me a choice.”

     “I’m army as well. National guard is for pussies anyways.”

     “My older brother was national guard, so I would rethink that.”

     “Shit, I’m sorry. Listen man, me and some GIs are having some drinks over here, and you’re welcome to join us.”

      Jungkook looked over to where he pointed and weighed his options. On one hand, he was perfectly content drinking alone until he couldn’t see straight. On the other, he had to admit this was becoming a depressing routine. So, he decided to join them.

     Jungkook never much liked being in the military. He and his brother had enlisted with the only other Korean American in their neighborhood. He had told them about this thing called the Tiger Brigade, a Los Angeles Korean Reserve, and they figured it was a good enough way to fulfill their draft requirement with the least risk to their life. The plan worked for everyone but Jungkook, who probably should have lied when they asked if he knew Japanese. Nevertheless, he passed the test and they shipped him to the Pacific. Sometimes when he laid in bed hoping for sleep to overtake him, he wished that he hadn’t let his grandmother teach him Japanese. He wished that he had ignored her like his brother. 

     But he didn’t. 

     “Did you develop a soul while you were gone, Fitz?” one of the GIs sitting at the table greeted as Jungkook and apparently Fitz approached the table.

     “Turns out, he’s Korean,” Fitz shrugged as he slid into the booth. “and a GI like us.”

     Jungkook slid into the booth after Fitz, as the other GIs ragged on their friend. He began to nervously stroke the rabbit’s foot that he kept clipped to his belt loop. His mom had given him it before he had left for the Pacific and it calmed his nerves.

     From what Jungkook could gather, he and Fitz were the only two of the group that had served in the Pacific leg of the war. As was to be expected in Paris, most of these men had served in the European tour.

     “I heard they gave those cards out, but I’ve never seen one,” Fitz said. “Anyways, I’d like to make a toast to our new friend.” Fitz smiled as he turned to Jungkook. “Success to our army, success to our fleet, may our foes be compelled to bow down at our feet. Here’s to – uh,” Fitz chuckled. “What’s your name?”

     “You can call me Kook.”

     “Kook,” Fitz laughed. “Here’s to Kook, here’s to French women, may these girls be compelled to let him come in ‘em.”

     The table broke out into howling laughter as they raised their glasses. 

     As far as Kook could tell that was hours ago. Now Kook was here with one of the GIs, who he thinks might be called Lazy Eye but there was also a high probability that Jungkook had called him that himself in his head, because he did in fact have a lazy eye. He dare not actually call the guy that just in case it was a horrible insult he had devised on his own time. 

     There were three things that had struck Jungkook odd about this bar: 

 They had asked him for his age when he entered, which was odd because there was no drinking age as far as he knew, and if there was one, he was well over it.

 Jungkook had not seen a girl enter this establishment the entire time he had been here.

 Several men had bought him drinks since he had sat down.

    Lazy Eye had not taken kindly to the older men approaching them and buying Jungkook drinks, which had brought the latter back to his earlier confusion. How had he gotten here?

     “Where are we?” Jungkook asked as he leaned over to Lazy Eye.

     “Saint-Germain-des-Prés.”

     Jungkook raised an eyebrow. Lazy eye was dumb as well it seemed. “The bar not the quarter.”

     “The bar doesn’t have a name.”

     “Fuck off,” Jungkook sighed. “Did you bring me here to kill me?”

     Lazy Eye laughed. “This place doesn’t have a name because you can’t tell the cops where you were last night if it doesn’t have a name.”

     “Sorry, I didn’t realize we drank our way back to America in the 1920s.” Jungkook said as he finished off his whiskey. He had to fight the urge to see if any of those old guys were coming back to buy him another drink. It was weird, but he couldn’t say he minded how full his wallet felt.

     “You want another,” Lazy Eye asked, as if reading his mind.

     “Don’t worry about it, buddy. We should at least see if there’s any more pennies from heaven.” 

     “Oh, so, you’re looking for a papa-gâteau.”

     Jungkook furrowed his brow as he tried to piece together the little bit of French he knew. “Dad cake?”

     “I believe it translates to sugar daddy.”

     “Oh fuck, this is a gay bar.”

     Lazy Eye laughed as Jungkook ran his hands over his face. The latter stood up quickly and went to leave, when Lazy Eye reached out to grab his wrist.

     “You are gay, right?”

     “Why the fuck would you think I’m a fag like you,” Jungkook spat back.

     “Not in here, asshole,” Lazy Eye stood up and looked Jungkook square in the eyes. “Just to be clear, you sure as hell didn’t mind taking drinks from 3 different guys in here, so I wouldn’t act like the thought completely disgusts you.” Lazy eye looked him up and down. “Get the fuck out of here.”

     Jungkook stood stunned as Lazy Eye sat down. He wasn’t a fighter and as he looked around the bar, it because clear that his explosion had not gone unnoticed. Grabbing his jacket, Jungkook quickly exited the building and walked down the street. Fuck if he knew how to get home.

     “Well if it isn’t my favorite souse,” Henry smiled as he opened the door to Jungkook who had forgotten his keys in their apartment for the second time that week.

    “Sorry Henry,” Jungkook slurred as he stumbled past his best friend. After the incident at the not named bar, the drinks had hit him much harder than he had anticipated. 

     “Thought you might be on active duty tonight,” Henry said, ignoring Jungkook’s apology. “Couldn’t bear to be without me.”

     Jungkook, who had found refuge on their couch at this point, grabbed one of the pillows and threw it at his friend.

     “Don’t take your lack of sex out on Alma’s pillows,” Henry smiled as he walked over to Jungkook and placed the pillow back on the couch.

     “Alma can – she can-”

     “Yeah, yeah, you don’t like Alma.” Henry sat down beside Jungkook on the couch. The two friends say in comfortable silence, as Jungkook took deep breaths to regain his composure.

     Jungkook had come to Paris to be with Henry. The two men had grown up together, living on the same street in San Francisco. They had been best friends since the first time Henry choose Jungkook to be on his team in baseball. It had been the right choice, as Jungkook was naturally athletic, but the other kids often didn’t pick him because he was Korean. Henry picked him first. 

     After the European leg of the war Ended, Henry wrote to Jungkook and told him that he should find his way to Paris after he beat the Japanese. He had said there were three French girls to every man in Paris and they had a penchant for the exotic. Jungkook had informed Henry that he didn’t like being called exotic, but he did like girls, so he might just take him up on that offer. Two years later and here they were sitting on the couch that Henry’s mom had bought them with the pillows Alma had bought when she visited.

     Alma lived on their street growing up as well, and Henry had always been in love with her. Alma had always been in love with other men, which was why Jungkook was not fond of her. He had watched Henry be a lovesick puppy about her for 14 years now, and it had only gotten more depressing. 

     “Speaking of Alma,” Henry said, breaking the silence. “She wrote again.”

     Jungkook sighed. “She’s bad news, Hen.”

     Henry shook his head. “She broke up with that asshole, Mel.”

     “Sure, and next week she’ll be with a new asshole.”

     “She broke you with him three months ago,” Henry smiled as he looked down at his hands. “She said she loves me and wants me to come home. That she should have made me come back with her last time she visited.”

     “She loves you?” Jungkook scoffed as he stood up from the couch. “You’re going to get on a plane for that floozy and she’s going to be back together with Mel by the time you set foot in California.”

    “Don’t be like this.”

     “Like what, your best friend? Would you prefer it if I lied to you and let you get on that plane like a fat-head.”

     “If you were my best friend, then you would know how badly I have wanted this for my entire life,” Henry said as he stood up.

     “Oh, get bent! I’ve watched you pine after Alma since I became your friend and she hasn’t been interested in you once. Now she loves you? Were you doing dope while I was gone?”

     “Can’t you just be happy for me?”

     “I would be more than happy to watch you marry a nice French girl, maybe settle down in the countryside, have some French speaking brats, but going back to San Francisco will be the biggest mistake of your life.” 

     “No, the biggest mistake of my life was inviting you to live with me.”

     Jungkook recoiled as if he had been hit. Henry sighed before reaching out to him, seeming to instantly regret his words, but Jungkook pulled away from his friend.

     “As stated, previously, get bent,” Jungkook said as he pushed past his best friend to his bedroom, slamming the door behind him. He quickly surveyed the room for something to break and settled on pushing the books off of the top his dresser. They fell to the floor with a thud and Jungkook joined them there. He pulled his knees to his chest, took the rabbit’s foot off his belt loop, and gripped it tightly in his hand. He tried to stop the tears that were forming in the corner of his eyes from falling. If he hadn’t been drinking, maybe he would have known that Henry only said that because he was angry, but it didn’t feel that way. It felt like years of knowing that Henry was too good of a friend to him were finally culminating in the realization that he had never been his friend at all.

    There was a light knock at the door, but Jungkook didn’t answer. He knew who it was, and if he knew Henry it wouldn’t matter either way. The door was going to be opened.

     “I’m sorry,” said Henry as the door creaked open. “I didn’t mean that. You’re my brother and I love you.”

     Jungkook nodded his head but didn’t turn to face Henry. His friend walked into the room and stood in front of Jungkook, causing the latter to bury his face in his knees. He felt like a child, but he also couldn’t face Henry looking so upset.

     “I’ll wait a little while, make her write a few more letters before I hop on a plane, okay? Will that make you feel better about this whole thing.”

     No, but Jungkook didn’t want this interaction to go on any longer. In fact, if he had it his way he would be able to magically make a bottle of whiskey appear in his hands. That would be his dream ending to this interaction.

     “I just don’t want you to get hurt.”

     “I know, and I respect you for that. You’re a good friend, always have been,” Henry nudged Jungkook’s foot with his own, causing the latter to look up at him. Jungkook was greeted with a smile.

     “Okay,” Jungkook sighed.

      Jungkook was absolutely sure how he ended up in the no name bar this time. Henry had gotten another letter from Alma and he had wanted to read it verbatim to him. So Jungkook listened and he counted each word that he was absolutely certain was a lie and decided that he would do a shot for each one. He was four shots in at this point and had been put on hold for a short period of time by the bartender. 

     The no name bar was probably a mistake, but he figured that he could convince some of the older men to buy some of the shots he had made a personal promise to down tonight and that would make his wallet very happen. He was less happy to note that he had been thinking about the establishment since his fat-headed exit last time. He felt bad about how he treated Lazy Eye. 

     So, there he sat on the bar stool in a gay bar with no name because such an establishment was not always welcome. It had to be private, like the army Jungkook realized. Otherwise it was a crime. 

     “Silver over there wanted me to give this to you.”

     Jungkook looked up and was surprised to see a woman in front of him. He quickly looked up and down the bar for Hal, the bartended that had been serving him drinks all night. When Hal was not found, he returned to the women in front of him.

     “You’re new,” he said, as he took the shot from her. He threw the liquid down his throat before passing the small glass back to her

     “So are you.”

     “How do you know that?”

     She smiled, and there was something in her smile that made Jungkook feel uneasy. There was more to it, but he couldn’t tell what it was. 

     “Well, because you’re wrong. I’m not new. I love this place.”

     Jungkook nodded his head, mostly hoping for this conversation to be over. There was something about this woman that made him both want to look away and also never look at anything else ever again. Whatever it was made him uncomfortable and would be more than enough reason to never come back here again.

     “You love him,” she said, causing Jungkook’s brow to furrow.

     “Silver? I don’t even know him, and he’s not really my type.”

     “That’s true. Your type is your age, from San Francisco, air force pilot, madly in love with a girl you absolutely hate, and named Henry.”

     Jungkook’s draw nearly dropped open as he stared at the women. “Seutokeo,” he barely whispered.

     The woman smiled as she leaned in closer to Jungkook. “Agma,” she returned in a whisper. 

     Jungkook recoiled at her words. Demon. This was not happening. Clearly, he had too much to drink and he was hallucinating now.

     “_____, nice to meet you, Jungkook.”

     “How the fuck do you know all of this?”

     “I just told you I was a demon, so I can only assume you are asking for a more detailed description. Very well, my dogs stay posted in this lovely establishment, and you caused quite a scene, so they followed you home. It was compelling.”

     “You’re a crazy person,” Jungkook said as he stood up from his seat. He quickly turned towards the door but when he looked up at it, she was already there, greeting him with that same terrifying smile. He looked back at the bar in disbelief and when he turned back, she was in front of him. He recoiled and had it not been for her hand on his arm he surely would have fallen to the floor.

     “Let’s take a walk, okay?”

     Jungkook found himself in the cool Parisian night before he could object, and he began to weigh his choices. If she was a demon, there was one place he knew she couldn’t go, he just needed to keep his eyes out for a church and be ready to run once he got close enough. Easy.

     “You’re in love with your best friend, and I want to help you.”

     “I am not in love with my best friend,” Jungkook spat.

     “But you are. You love him so much but you can’t say anything because the big guy made it so everyone would hate you for it.” She pointed up to the sky as she said this and Jungkook stupidly followed her finger. He quickly looked away once he realized her point.

     “I’m not gay. I like girls.”

     She shook her head. “You don’t have to be straight with me, Jungkook. I’m a huge fan of yours.”

     Jungkook snorted in response. “A big fan of me? Hell, I didn’t know I was with a fan, I would have offered to sign something for you.”

     “How about you sign away your soul?” She winked. “You promise me your soul and I’ll make Henry fall in love with you.”

     “How many times do I have to tell you I-”

     “Listen,” she interrupted as she stopped walking. “You can lie to me until you’re blue in the face, but you are in love with him.”

     Jungkook desperately wanted them to start walking again so he could keep looking for a church. He pulled away from her lightly to try and get the show on the road, but she pulled back harder, making him stay with her. Jungkook was certain of one thing, this was bad, and he was not getting out of it.

     “You want him, and I want you to have him. Falling in love with you will save him,” she said. “He won’t go back to California, he’ll stay right here with you and be crazy happy about it.”

     Her last point piqued Jungkook’s interest. If he was being honest, there was this part of him that he had shoved down when he was about 15-years-old. He had been playing football with the neighborhood kids and he was just about to make a touchdown when he got knocked aside. He landed on his back and when looked up Henry was smiling down at him. 

     Gotcha, Kook, was all he said in response, but Jungkook had thought about those words for weeks. He had felt something then that when he was home alone hours later, he felt ashamed for. Something that threatened to bubble up any time he was with Henry after that. Something that made his skin rise when Henry walked around half-naked in their apartment. Something that made him hate Alma, because she was going to get him in the end, when Jungkook knew who really deserved him. Who would do anything for him.

     “Let’s say you’re right-”

     “I am.”

     “what happens to me. I mean, what does selling my soul mean.”

     A small smile danced at her lips. “I need a right-hand man, and you’re the guy I want. You spend the rest of your life with Henry and then you spend it with me, running my dominion as my principality. It’s a win-win.”

      Jungkook wanted to pretend that he needed time to think it over, but the moment she had promised that he would stay in Paris and forget about Alma he had been sold. Finally, Henry would be free of her, they would be free of her.

     “Okay.”

     “Fantastic,” she reached down and pulled the rabbits foot off of Jungkook’s belt loop. “I’ll be needing this, and you’ll be needing some paper work.”

     Jungkook hesitated as he stood outside of his and Henry’s apartment. _____ had left him long ago with the promise that her magic worked immediately.  However, Jungkook’s brain wasn’t working as quickly. He was terrified because this meant he was giving into every thought, every feeling he hadn’t let himself have for close to ten years. He knew what he always knew; giving into this meant no going back. Stepping into that apartment would change everything and right now he wanted to be the same Jungkook who only liked girls for just a few moments more. The Jungkook that stood on the other side of that door was confusing and new and scary and he wasn’t ready for that yet.

    Then again, he wasn’t sure he would ever be ready for that.

    Gripping the door handle with his shaking hand, Jungkook slowly opened the door and entered his new life.

     Henry was sleeping on the couch and there was a pang in Jungkook’s heart at the sight. Turns out, his new life wasn’t waiting immediately on the other side because this was normal. His friend stirred as Jungkook shut the door and the latter worried that he had awoken him.

    “I tried to stay up,” Henry said, confirming Jungkook’s concerns. “but you’re always out so late.”

     “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

     Henry chuckled, his tone deep with sleep, and opened his eyes slightly. “I’m glad you did. I wanted to talk to you about something.”

    “Oh?” Jungkook feigned ignorance as he walked further into the apartment and closer to Henry.

     “Alma wrote today,”

     Jungkook nodded his head. This was the part he had been most excited about. The moment when Henry said that he no longer cared what she thought.

     “She’s coming to visit again.”

     “What. The. Fuck.” Jungkook held his head in his hands as he tried to wrap his mind around what was happening. He had been duped. “I can’t believe I sold my soul to a demon for this shit. I really let myself unearth all of the horrible feelings I have for you, damned myself for eternity, and you have the audacity to still be in love with her, because I got tricked by a demon.”

     “Jungkook, are you okay? You’re not making any sense.” Henry stood up from his spot on the couch, any tiredness that may have been present in his eyes now replaced by concern. “Please, take a seat, you’ve probably had too much to drink again.”

     “I’m in love with you, you fat-head! I know it’s wrong and I know I shouldn’t, but I am in love with you and the fact that you would be with someone like her, someone so beneath you, makes me want to die,” Jungkook pulled his arm away from Henry as he began pacing around the living room. “So I did just that, I damned myself for eternity so I could finally be happy on this god-forsaken Earth and for once in my pitiful life feel like loving you was the right thing to do, and you tell me Alma is coming here and the next thing I know you’re back in California and I continue to be sad and alone, fucking girls that I’ll never love because I love you.”

     “Jungkook,”

     “What?”

     Henry jumped at Jungkook’s words and the latter realized he was still shouting. He put his hands out to show that he was sorry and calming down.

     “You love me?”

     Jungkook snorted as he looked down at his feet. It was probably too late to turn back now. “Oh, you heard that? You heard me screaming that I love you?” He looked up at Henry. “Is it too late to say that was all a joke?”

     “You’re a fat-head, you know that?” Henry smiled as he walked to Jungkook.

     “Or maybe I’m working on some lines for a play? Or what about if I sa-” Jungkook’s words died on the tip of his tongue as Henry reached up and placed his hands on either side of Jungkook’s face. He hesitated for only a moment before pressing his lips against Jungkook’s. 

     Jungkook was stunned, having been so sure that he had been tricked by the demon, but as Henry’s warm body pressed deeper into his own, he finally realized that this was really happening, and he kissed the man he loved back. Jungkook had always thought that giving into his desire for Henry would make him feel heavy with shame, but he had never felt lighter in his life. It was as if the room was no longer around them and the world no longer existed. It was just him and Henry as he had always wanted it.

     Jungkook deepened the kiss, the longing in his chest growing stronger. He had wanted Henry for so long and there was a part of his brain that told him they had plenty of time and that everything could wait. The other part was tired of waiting and that was the part he decided to listen to. He pressed his hardening cock into Henry’s thigh, causing the latter to smile into their kiss. Henry pulled back and smirked at Jungkook before pulling the latter back into his room. The next few moments were a flurry in Jungkook’s mind as he tried to control his rapidly beating heart. He had been wrong earlier when he had said that everything was going to change when he entered the apartment. Everything was going to change now. Henry was the first person to remove his shirt, Jungkook was sure of that, because he had pulled Henry in for another kiss once he realized that he could finally do that whenever Henry was half-naked around the apartment.

     “I want you,” Henry said as they broke away from the kiss, and that was when Jungkook’s shirt came off. The rest of their clothes came off quickly and Jungkook did his best to maintain his composure when Henry dropped to his knees in front of him. Wrapping his fingers around Jungkook’s hardened member, Henry smiled before licking languidly at the tip of his cock. Jungkook hissed at the contact and instinctively wound his fingers into Henry’s hair pulling him closer to where he wanted him. Henry wrapped his lips around Jungkook’s cock and began moving slowly up and down his length. 

      Jungkook was embarrassed by how quickly he felt his high approaching, but he wasn’t done with Henry yet. He had been waiting so long that this couldn’t be the end. He pulled lightly at Henry’s hair, but he did not let up. Instead he swatted at Jungkook’s hand and gripped tightly at his thigh. Jungkook swore under his breath and did his best to hold on.

     He looked up at the ceiling, because looking down at Henry while he took Jungkook’s dick into his mouth so well and so happily, was too much for him to handle while his ego refused to let him cum. 

     “Fuck,” Jungkook looked back down at Henry and the latter’s eyes looked back at him. “You’re amazing, I can’t hold on any longer.”

     Henry moaned around Jungkook’s length, causing a slew of obscenities to leave Jungkook’s mouth as he came. Henry continued his pace as he milked Jungkook for all he had and pulled away once Jungkook’s orgasm had finished. Jungkook lazily smiled at Henry as he stood up from his spot.

     “I love you,” he whispered, as Henry wrapped his arms around his neck.

     “I love you too, Kook. Always have.”

     Jungkook rolled over in his bed and reached out for Henry, only to find that he wasn’t there. Jungkook’s eyes quickly shot open as he searched the room for his boyfriend. The had been taking turns sleeping in each other’s room since that night months ago, and he hadn’t woken up without Henry in a long time. Even when Henry had work early in the morning, he made sure to wake Jungkook up with a kiss before leaving. 

     Utterly confused and slightly worried, Jungkook got out of bed and walked into the living room. He searched the entire apartment for Henry, but he wasn’t there. Looking at the calendar that hung-over Henry’s desk, confirmed that he didn’t work early today. He should be here. Jungkook walked back to his room to put some clothes on his naked body. As he cleaned up the remnants of last night, he tried to remember if Henry had said anything about an errand he needed to run, or a friend he was going to see. Jungkook couldn’t think of anything. As he finished making the bed, the door to the apartment opened and closed, allaying Jungkook’s fears. Whatever Henry needed to do, he was back now, and everything was okay.

     “I woke up and you weren’t here,” Jungkook said as he walked into the living room.

     Henry looked up at him and offered him a small smile, as he shrugged his jacket off. “Sorry, Kook, I just had something I forgot I needed to do.”

     “It’s okay, you just owe me tonight,” Jungkook teased as he wrapped his arms around Henry’s waist and pulled him in for a kiss.

     Henry offered him another small smile when he pulled back and he quickly moved out of Jungkook’s embrace. The interaction felt off to Jungkook, but he decided not to bring it up. He didn’t want to seem clingy and it was probably nothing.

     “Did you eat before your errand, I can make breakfast?”

     “Yeah, that’d be great, Kook. Thanks.”

      Jungkook made his way into the kitchen and he began to make breakfast, but something about Henry still felt off to him. In fact, it continued to feel off to him for the rest of the day. Jungkook had tried to talk to him about his errand while the ate breakfast, but Henry said it was nothing for him to worry about. Jungkook went into work and tried not to think about what Henry had been doing, but they had never had secrets between each other besides the fact that Jungkook had feelings for him. It wasn’t right that he was keeping something from him, and Jungkook was intent on making him tell the truth. However, all of that went out the door when Jungkook was greeted after work with a passionate kiss and hours of sex. The only thing that had felt normal all day was when Jungkook was rocking his hips into Henry’s, so he convinced himself that he was blowing everything out of proportion and that nothing was wrong.

     Henry cuddled into him as they fell asleep that night, and Jungkook was sure that everything was going to go back to normal tomorrow morning.

     That was until he opened his eyes. 

     “Fuck,” Henry cursed as Jungkook woke up. Henry was straddling Jungkook, and the latter was just about to make a joke about him not getting enough last night, when Henry’s hands flew to Jungkook’s neck.

     “Kinky,” Jungkook coughed out before he realized that Henry’s hands were getting tighter on his neck. 

     Too tight in fact. Jungkook reached up to try and pry Henry’s hands off of him, he was stronger than Henry, but the latter had gotten the element of surprise and Jungkook was losing momentum as his airway was cut off. 

     Henry looked crazy above him, his eyes angry but somehow also sad. As Jungkook tried to beg him to stop it almost looked like he regretted what he was doing, but his grip only got tighter.

      Jungkook batted at his lover’s hands as he tried to understand what was happening. He wanted to ask Henry why he was hurting him, he wanted to know what he had done, but mostly he wanted to know what that fucking errand was because he knew now that it had to have something to do with this. How had Henry gone from lying to this so quickly?

     Jungkook’s chest burned as he continued to struggle against Henry, but his attacks were weakening as it became harder and harder to breath. His head felt light like it had when Henry had first kissed him, and he wondered how they had gotten to this point. How could someone he loved so much hold him down and murder him?

     Jungkook never got the chance to ask as the world went dark around him.

    And then she was there smiling.

    “It’s good to see you again, Bunny. Sorry it had to end so soon.”

     Jimin gasped for air as he sat on the floor of _____’s office. He had started to panic once he saw the heavenly blade on the principalities desk and he had pressed the moon on his chest in fear as he waited for you to pull him back to your dominion. 

     “They’re going to kill you,” he finally said as he turned to face you. “They have a heavenly blade. I saw it. You have to send me back, before Jungkook’s meeting is over, but you need to know that you are not safe.”

     You looked at him with a neutral face that Jimin couldn’t read. “Anything else?”

     Jimin looked at you confused. “No that’s it.”

     “Just my impending erasure from existence then?”

     Jimin nodded his head a frown on his face.

     “Well if it’s just that,” you chuckled. “I guess I’ll see you in a little bit.”

     Jimin went to respond but the familiar feeling of dematerializing echoed throughout his body and soon enough he was back outside of Dragas’ office. Beside him stood one of Dragas’ demons who looked at him skeptically.

     “Didn’t want to take the stairs,” Jimin said with a humorless chuckle, looking down at his shoes. 

     Jungkook emerged with Dragas only moments later and he too seemed surprised to see Jimin. He nodded his head at the angel before motioning for him to follow him down the stairs.

     “Weren’t you supposed to be looking for something,” Jungkook hissed as they walked to the entrance.

     “I found something, and it’s really bad,” Jimin hissed back. “Somehow they got their hands on a Heavenly Blade.”

     Jungkook’s eyes widened as he turned to Jimin. He quickly grabbed the Angel’s arm and pulled him out of Dragas’ mansion. “How do you know that?” He asked once they had made it outside. “How do you even know what one looks like?”

     This was not good. Jimin quickly tried to think of a reason why he, a new demon, would have any idea what kind of weaponry angels used. “_____ showed me what they looked like just in case I saw anything like that while I was searching.”

     Jungkook raised an eyebrow at this but pushed no further. “If you’re right, we’re in way over our heads.”

     “I hope I’m wrong then. I really do.”

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[literaphobe]

i was tagged by @romanticcstylez !! (legend) 

rulez: list 10 songs you’re currently obsessed with and then tag 10 people

Rough - GFRIEND (i was really into this song like a year or two ago?? but then i randomly thought hey,, i haven’t heard this song in a while so i put it back in my playlist and the rest was history im obsessed again this song makes me feel like im in a field of dandelions and its kinda snowing a lil and i should be dancing and also clocks are ticking THAT BEING SAID the actual meaning of this song title in korean is ‘running through time’ how do u get ‘rough’ from running through time?? wtf man who translated this shit but yeah rough is the official english title and did i mention that this song is about a bunch of girls yearning to tell their crush that they like them but they either keep missing their chance or get too scared BUT in the music video there are no men around?? and at the end all the girls get real happy to see one another and they’re riding bikes and shit anyway i assume its a song about a bunch of girls who are in love with girls but are too afraid to tell them bc wlw cowardice and it makes sense bc the song makes the world out to be a lot tougher and scarier than it would be for a straight couple IN CONCLUSION i like this song and therefore its gay)

Stay Frosty Royal Milk Tea - Fall Out Boy (FUCK ANYONE WHO DOESN’T THINK THIS IS THE BEST SONG IN MANIA- im just kidding, i mean, it’s the best, but that’s a personal preference for me?? i love this song so much i want it playing always i could listen to only this song forever and i’d probably be okay with that?? like this song is a drum storm and it’s yelling at me and i LOVE it love the yelling v v good there’s also some french?? wordplay shit idk so that automatically makes it sexy it makes no sense yet is also v deep?? is it deep?? who knows. in writing this very pointless explanation as to why i like this song THE ONLY THING THAT’S EVER STOPPING ME IS ME HEY sorry i’ve listened to this song like 3 times already while slowly typing all this out and oh my god it goes so hard!!!!! it goes so fucking hard i love it i love this nice thick and hard song!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! it deserves a music video im so mad like its so fucking good when mania dropped FOB didn’t give me no warning they didn’t prepare me with a random mv that made no sense and gdi STAY FROSTY ROYAL MILK TEA DESERVES AN MV also im naming a fic after this song word for word hgdfjghadjf i should stop tldr this song makes me feel like i can take on the world i feel so powerful when i listen to it also i listened to it like a fourth or fifth time i think hoo boi) 

The Ballad Of Mona Lisa - Panic! At The Disco (SAY WHAT YOU MEEEAN TELL ME IM RIIIIGHT AND LET THE SUN RAIN DOWN ON ME come ON this song is so fucking good!!!!!! its creepy how good it is it makes no sense in a way but it speaks to me so hard!!!!!! it’s like good!!!!!!!!!! like the bells?? esp in the beginning and throughout the whole song tbh also the drums and like the drum buildup to the chorus was SICK and so was brendon urie yelling in song at the top of his voice that i enjoy recreating i’ll stop here bc i can’t keep fucking making these so long)

Emperor’s New Clothes - Panic! At The Disco (if it weren’t for this song i would have said that the ballad of mona lisa is my fave p!atd song but alas here lies a sick banger!!!!!! got sick lyrics that i haven’t analyzed but it got sick beats!! okay given the way i explain why i like this song it seems like i don’t even like it but i do okay!!)

All Falls Down - Alan Walker, Noah Cyrus, Digital Farm Animals (god i got some weird nostalgia shit attached to this song?? my sister first got me into it when we were on vacation in Finland and the thing is i usually don’t care too much for being abroad like places are just places and no matter how dope or wild a place is i put it into a ‘cool concept’ box and i tuck it somewhere in my mind and at the end of the day i’m glad i had some experiences but i like being at home-- BUT whenever i listen to this song i think about being in the bus in finland and it’s a long ride so it’s quiet but i’m listening to this song as i stare out the window and look at the snow dusted trees that pass me by each of them unique and beautiful and something i can’t help but anticipate;; i think about that time we were in this supermarket and i bought a ton of candy and the song came on over the speakers and me and my sister got so excited i think about how the sun set at 2 in the afternoon because we were deep into winter and i remember holding onto my dad as we drove through a crazy snow that was kinda stormy on this KTV like thing and it felt like there was no one around for miles and we went really fast,,,,, and a part of me feels like i’m there again, i’m still there, yet i’m here and i want to go back?? cold as shit but yeah i always feel Finland™ when i listen to this song so i can’t bring myself to skip it!! also its like a heck of a bop)

Earth - Sleeping At Last (what i love so much about this song is that i discovered it on accident?? i was listening to venus by the same artist at first and then earth came on and when it ended i was blown away. venus is also a good song that has a very sweet beginning but it doesn’t speak to me like this song does which i’ve heard someone say is about global warming?? which is hilarious anyway FAULT LINES TREMBLE UNDERNEATH MY GLASSHOUSE BUT I PUT IT OUT OF MY MIND LONG ENOUGH TO CALL IT COURAGE TO LIVE WITHOUT A LIFELINE I BEND THE DEFINITION OF FAITH TO EXONERATE MY BLIND EYE TILL THE SIRENS SOUND IM SAFE sorry god thats so good i love this song i was playing it one day while we were playing mahjong and the rule is if u win a round u get to play ur music on the speakers until someone else wins and my sister told me ‘do u have to play this song it sounds so depressing’ and god that just made me love this song more bc she’s right it has this Sad vibe but in a way it also goes hard?????)

The Last Of The Real Ones - Fall Out Boy (this song is sadly lower on the list than it deserves to be but thats prob bc i am not as into this song as i used to be STILL it is a VERY good song with a wicked piano beat in the beginning and before frosty dropped this was my favorite song in mania and honestly i’d easily still consider last of the real ones the second best song in mania?? song is very good and i like to think that it’s objectively very good so i don’t think it’s just me who likes it!!) 

Death Of A Bachelor - Panic! At The Disco (THERES A REASON URIE NAMED THE ALBUM AFTER THIS SONG!! its bc it a good song and its just so?? raw?? just pure brandon doin his dope job, pulling those wack vocals and making me go wowza!!)

Sweet Dreams (Are Made Of This) - Eurythmics (i wouldn’t say i’m obsESSED with this song its just i put it on my playlist and i can’t remember why but i like?? can’t skip this song it’s just good and like wow its good) 

Dragostea Din Tei - O-Zone (SHUT UP DON’T JUDGE ME)

anyway i’m so sorry for bein so extra i didnt need to be yet here i am doin a tag game after 28594940 years so here are the people who im forcing to at the very least glance at my bullshit: @chelseperetti @fourdrinkamy @linettithelezbian @distractingchildishmarriage @juliadorable @bisexualinetti @jakeperalta @beatcopjake @startofamoment @proofthatihaveaheart

[onestowatch]

Q&A: Harrison on the Timelessness of Migos, Anime as an Escape, and the Album That Made Him a Producer

Toronto’s Harrison released his debut album Checkpoint Titanium in 2016, and with it, he would transform into a JUNO-nominated producer. Placed alongside the likes of KAYTRANADA and The Weeknd, it’s easy to assume the sort of demeanor of an artist who was catapulted to such grand heights would come to take on. Any such assumptions would prove to be anything but the truth. Upon meeting Harrison in a West Hollywood house where he was zealous to be staying at, as was immediately demonstrated by him running towards a grandstand piano to play a few quick melodies the second our interview wrapped, I discovered an artist who never expected or sought out critical acclaim. Rather, I was introduced to one whose fascination lied in obscure video game samples and capturing a sense of warmth in his music. It was this idea of encapsulated warmth that led Harrison to his most recent project to date, 2018’s Apricity. An eleven-song collection of ‘80s funk-influenced, futuristic production, it sees Harrison moving past bouts of depressions and feelings of deficiency in his musical caliber to deliver an absolutely radiant sophomore outing. I had the pleasure of sitting down with Harrison to discuss the journey that led him to Apricity and get sidetracked many a time to delve into half-remembered video games of childhood’s past and art as a form of escape.

OTW: Tell us a bit about Toronto, which has informed most of your musical upbringing so far. H: I grew up in Toronto and I plan on staying there. I really like the city. I think I chose a good time to be a musician in Toronto. At this point and time, people are super, super supportive. You get to know people and they are really friendly. There is a lot of stepping on each other’s feet and shit, but it is not enough for me to care about it. OTW: And when did you first realize music was a passion you wanted to pursue? H: When I went to college; I was only there for like three months. I was like, “This is shit.” I went in for recording engineering. It was more on the engineering side, and I realized that I didn’t want to be a fucking engineer. I want to make music. So, I left, worried my parents would be upset, but they were really supportive. Luckily enough, Last Gang Records signed me three months after I left. OTW: Your internet presence really gives off a very video game and anime-inspired aesthetic. For instance, there’s your track “100bpm - Gundam/Prologue.” H: I am really into anime and video games, especially those nostalgic games like Gundam. All those clips are from this game I had. It was a Japanese Gundam game on the Dreamcast Sega. I don’t know what it was called, but I remember finding all the sound clips on some really dusty forum. I was like, “I remember these sounds!” That’s what inspired me to make that song. I have a Sega and shit, but I never boot it up because then I’d get blasted with nostalgia, and then I’d get sad or something. I love using samples from games I played in the past. I have a big ass Nintendo 64 and shit. It’s pretty easy to convert and sample the sounds. It’s all RCA’s so you can plug it into an interface and there you go. That stuff is a blast.

OTW: What part about anime is it that you like so much? Is there something about the particular art form? H: It’s like when I am falling asleep or wanting to go to bed, or I am having a shitty day and am feeling bad. I think it has a lot to do with colors and wanting to be disconnected from reality. And same with videos games! They are a good escape. I play video games all the time ‘cause when I am stressed, I want to play with a car simulator; it’s 2018! It is not necessarily the art style. Like if it has a good storyline, and it is like colorful and well done then it is just a really good way to relax. I will go through phases where I will just watch movies, but I just don’t like movies that much. OTW: Does music serve the same purpose for you? An escape of sorts? H: Yes, it is, well it can be. Like no matter what it is still… It is not a job, but it is still a job. Sometimes I say that I will do this edit for someone or work on this beat for someone, and I don’t feel like it. But then it’s been like a week or so, then it’s like, “Fuck.” With music, it’s either extremes of both sides from, “Fuck this is frustrating,” or “This is euphoric.” I try to do the ten-thousand hours thing and hopefully get that in, but if it is forced then it always sounds like shit, no matter what. There are different cases, like when I am having a session with someone I’ve never met and you are in the studio and are like, “Okay I have to work.” It’s like going to the gym. I can work out at home, but I am at my house, I don’t have to work out. You do a push-up and you’re like, “Fuck that.” But if you are at a gym you are a little more comfortable. It’s like, of course, you got to work out. You’re here! What else are you going to do? OTW: So, when you make music, it is mainly a solo effort? I know on your new album you collaborate with a fair amount of people. H: Luckily enough all these people are very talented, so I can have an unfinished song and send it to someone like Ralph or Daniela Andre. The song I did with a l l i e; I sent it to her and she recorded it on her MacBook and then sent it back. I do like working with people, but I prefer to work alone. But collaborations with vocalists; I am not a good writer, absolutely terrible actually. I’m like, “Goose, Moose. Okay, make that work.” So, bringing in talented writers is really helpful. I love collaborating with people like Ryan [Hemsworth], because he is one of those people who doesn’t care that much about studios either. So, with an old song I did with him called “Vanilla,” he did the intro and did all the stuff, and we sent it back and back and back, even though we are in the same city. 

OTW: Speaking on studios, is where you’re recording particularly important to you?

H:  I am not a big fan of studious because they are dark, and I am just like, “What the fuck? I don’t want to be in a goddamn cave.” Fuck that shit bro. Like every time I go into a studio and there is a couch, I will be out like a light at only 1pm. Also, the studio culture is not for me. A lot of producers are really good at doing the all-nighters and shit to finish up a track. I am trying to be asleep by 11:30pm. When I am doing it, I am doing it during the day, but when you are doing it during the day and it is nice out, but you are in a cave... I don’t know. It’s not that big of a deal, but I do not prefer studios. And I have a dog too so… OTW: Very pertinent question, what type of dog do you have? H: I have a Korean Jindo. I love that dog very much. I hope someone is walking her right now. OTW: Speaking of not being a huge fan of the dark and caves—this is my great segue by the way—your new album Apricity, translates to the “warmth of the sun in winter.” Where did the title come from? H: Well you know, Canadian winters are fucking long and cold, but there will be days where, shit it is randomly nice out today, like global warming or something. There’s a field in front of my house. I walk my dog and there will be very beautiful moments. When I walk my dog, I try not to have my phone out or anything. Just for the first half hour. When I wake up, I half look at my notifications but won’t open them because I’m like, “That’s a stressful looking email.” But yeah, the field; there will be brief euphoric moments of just a breeze or a quiet moment in just the perfect weather. I think about that a lot, and I also think about the winter and if it will be like that in the winter as well. But yeah, the warmth of the sun. There is nothing better. 

OTW: So, after your debut album, Checkpoint Titanium, you were nominated for a JUNO. What was that like?

H: I was very surprised. That first album was more of a compilation. It was songs that I had made for two years. Songs I like sifted through and was like, “I got to finish these.” It wasn’t theme-based. It was just songs. I was surprised by that, but they liked it. I was very happy to be nominated. I got beat by KAYTRANADA of course, casually. I didn’t feel like I belonged in the same ranks as these guys. My parents were really proud too. OTW: Two years passed from your debut album to Apricity. Were the two years spent working on this album? H: After the first album, it was six months of me figuring out what I wanted to do next for a new album. ‘Cause I didn’t want to start making shit and go back and be like I don’t like this anymore. That’s a common thing to happen with me, and I am assuming many other people, producers, and musicians. Because you’ve heard something a million times and can’t tell if it is good or not. So, I wanted to sit down and fully figure out what I am committing to when it came to writing something. For Apricity, it was something that I wanted to make three or four years ago, but just didn’t really know how. It was a sound that was in my head, but I didn’t know how to do that. When I realized what it was and what I wanted to do, that’s when I sat down and was like, okay. OTW: Is there an overarching theme that runs through Apricity? H: Yeah, I’d say so. It is just supposed to be warm, fuzzy, and shit. I really just want someone to hear it, and then four years down the line, I want them to associate it with maybe a good time in their life or something. I originally made it for like originally the fall, like a fall album. But fall, our fall is fucking short. In Toronto, we don’t have a fall. We have one day of reddish leaves and then they all drop off. But yeah it was made for fall or around that time. OTW: You incorporate a lot of excellent nu disco and funk influences into your music. Is there something about that time period in particular that you’re so drawn to? H: I just can’t get over how they did that in the ‘80s. Producers like Kashif and singers like Melba Moore; they just sounded so 80’s. But if you actually paid attention to the production, it was extremely futuristic, extremely technical. They weren’t just recording on their laptops and shit. It took a lot of time. I’m so very envious of that. There’s something about that technicality from that time period. I don’t know what it is. It is funk and ‘80s funk is just timeless. A lot just revolves around funk, at least pop songs.

OTW: Nostalgia seems to be a big thing, especially now. Is there anything in 20-40 years that you think will be nostalgic about this time period? H: I already feel nostalgic about Anderson .Paak. I think people are already nostalgic about “boom bap” beats. Like beats. We already have shit like J Dilla and stuff like that. I feel like they probably said that shit like twenty years ago, “How could anyone be nostalgic about this stuff?” But I can see my old ass singing “Bad and Boujee.” I want to hear kids sampling Migos and fucking Bruno Mars but not even his funky shit. Just his cornball stuff, like his I don’t want to do anything today shit. My favorite album came out in 2010, which was Onra’s Long Distance. It basically got me into music and producing future funk. That’s eight fucking years ago, and I can be nostalgic about that shit already. I associate that with so many good times and bad times in my life. OTW: So, Long Distance was what really started your musical journey? H: I think that was the final push, but realistically it was anime that got me into beats and Onra that got me into that world of future funk. At that time, I had never heard anything like that. Like side-chain, like what the fuck is side-chain? But yeah, it was definitely the album Long Distance that was the final push to be like, “I gotta learn how to do this. This is so cool.” And that was that. OTW: Do you think you we’ll ever hear you sing one of your tracks? H: I can’t sing dude. I am fucking tone deaf or some shit. People tell me I have such a deep voice, and that I should sing. Then I give it a go and I’m like, “HHHHEEEE-UUHHHH!” Yup, that’s why I don’t sing. The enunciation and the tone of my voice weren’t made for that. Some people are just so good at that shit, but I am just not good at it. Maybe I’ll get into rapping. OTW: Who are your Ones To Watch? H: Oh! Lapti! I always forget to mention Lapti, and he is like this Russian beat guy. Oh my God dude, he is so good. I love his music. Prince Innocence, my homies. They are really good. Oh, and Matty Tavares, holy cow. His new shit is insane. He is probably one of the best songwriters I’ve ever heard, easily. He is just so talented. I am so envious of these people’s talents, man.