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sxtaep · 2 years ago

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ALL I WANT - JJK | five

after distancing yourself from jungkook because of the indirect confession you made, you never realised how much you’d miss him, and what better way to show him that than through the phone?

pairing — jungkook x female reader

genre — fluff, smut

word count — 10.5k

chapter warnings/tags — bestfriends2lovers!au, fuckboy!jk, textbooknerd!reader, dom!jk, sub!reader, joon is a drug dealer, tae is a junkie, vmin sideship, soft shower scene, indirect confession, lots of touching, jk is so oblivious, late night texting, jk loves your glasses, explicit content, sexting, mutual masturbation, exchanging of illicit photos, exchanging of illicit videos, teasing, male masturbation, female masturbation, fingering, dirty talk, praise, so much cum +more.

a/n: this is LONG overdue, but the loml loma @velvetwicebang should’ve been recognised earlier when posting this series for her everworking writing skills and input (especially for jungkook’s pov of things) so pls show her all the love 🥹 i swear she doesn’t bite ☹️🫶

also, apologies for the inactivity, your girl was dying in a&e with a cyst (it’s still there) and is now on indefinite sick leave from work 💀😭

part one | part two | part three | part four | part five

Oh.

So maybe Jungkook didn’t have a valid reason to narrow his eyes once you left him alone after he’d mustered up the energy to sit up on the bed, pouting to himself after he was turned away in the midst of tossing his leg over the edge of the mattress, about to boldly follow your footsteps into the shower until he heard the lock click.

“Wha..” Confusion spilling from his doe eyes, he stopped dead in his tracks and ruffled the back of his fluffy bed hair, staring at the door with his brows slightly furrowed as he made out the sound of the shower from outside the connected bathroom, “Whatever, fuck you.” The man raised his voice to shout the following, already knowing that you wouldn’t be able to hear him, “Not like I also wanted to shower or anything!”

Jungkook was clearly pouting and he’d rather get a hundred carpet burns than let you see that side of him no matter how much it bothered him, so the man ‘brushed it off’ and scooted his bare ass further up the bed, stopping when his back met the wooden headboard behind him.

He figured this would be the perfect time to catch up on his texts, now that you decided to leave him completely alone. (It wasn’t even that big of a deal, honestly, yet the sulking man seemed awfully desperate to look for other ways to distract his brain from thinking about it, naturally tapping on his and the guys’ groupchat).

He always prepared himself for the most chaotic situations, just a few weeks ago the chat went crazy bickering over who would pay for Hoseok’s bail money after the latter got drunk off his ass, and funnily enough, the week before that one Hobi sent a long ass text declaring he decided to stop drinking.

Just like that, out of nowhere.

Of course, no one believed him.

Unlike those times, this morning’s topic of conversation seemed to be…normal, which was rare.

namjoon added ‘chim’ to the chat!

chim: hey guys! 👋

yoongi: holy fuck he’s alive

hoeseok: who💀 jimin or joon?

yoongi: damn both of em😭😭😭 just 30 mins alone w you can’t be easy

hoeseok: fuck u.

namjoon: we all know you want to dude, but he’s happily taken remember??

hoeseok: i’m gonna kick myself out this gc 😭

u guys need to chillllll

jin: just like how jungkook chilled w y/n in your bed last night 😏😏

yoongi: bro 💀💀💀💀

hoeseok: nah bc i’m actually still pissed that fucker offered to buy me a new bed set under 50 bucks????? what world does he live in

namjoon: 😑😑 okay wheres tae? he has to know where jungkook’s at

jin: he’s probably at y/n’s place but there’s also a possibility that he ran back to his dorm like a pussy

namjoon: taetae

TAEEEEEE

namjoon: tae answer or no more hard drugs for you to get addicted to 🙄 your choice

yoongi: dude shut up the guy’s probably still sleeping

jin: tae did you call a chick over after i dropped you off last night?

hoeseok: i wouldn’t blame him

he was babysitting joon most of the night, he had no chance to shoot his shot

tae: fuk no

i dropped dead on the couch as soon as i got home

yoongi: so jungkook didn’t come home last night?

Taehyung chewed on his bottom lip from his bedroom, hesitating on whether he should throw his best friend under the bus just to save himself from any more unsolicited revelations in front of new interest Jimin, or suck it up like a man.

tae: no, he’s still at y/n’s

jin: I FUCKING CALLED IT

jeon: DUDE

Jungkook was never gonna hear the end of it. The guys already teased the hell out of him because of you, and now that he actually fucked you, he would never live it down.

jeon: i’m never covering for ur ass again 🙄

yoongi: ….u guys are such best friends it’s disgusting

namjoon: mf have you been lurking all along

jin: he probably has 💀

hoeseok: PUSSY

jeon: oh fuck off hyung i get more play than you

Maybe that was a little too far, but Jungkook was sticky and sweaty and your bedroom was hot as shit. A nice shower would’ve sufficed.

jeon: respectfully. sorry. ily. pick out a new bed set xoxo.

yoongi: DAMN 💀💀

namjoon: ...

jin: 🙇��♂️ me bowing bc i taught him well

hoeseok: make it a $100 bed set 😒

jeon: ur crazy if u think i have $100 on me

but deal 🤝

After that’d been set in stone, readying for his pockets to hurt, Jungkook carelessly tossed his phone aside and combed one hand through his oily hair, on his feet and on his way to invite himself into the shower with you.

You wouldn’t mind, right?

It’d only been 5 minutes since you stepped into the shower, just standing under the shower head and letting the steaming hot water run down your body.

What if he left?

No, he wouldn’t leave again.

But what if he did?

The thought left an unsettling feeling in your stomach and you had this sudden urge to hit pause on your shower and check he was still there, lying naked on your bed, but you held yourself back. Caring this much was not a good sign.

“Open up,” Jungkook annoyingly rattled on the doorknob with his forehead pressed against the door, unknowingly soothing your anxiety while acting like a needy child, not once stopping his tugging and turning on the metal knob. “Let me innnn!”

Alright, now he was fucking with you, grinning whilst waiting to meet you face to face.

The constant rattling of the doorknob startled you, but Jungkook’s whiny voice was one you could always recognise, even if he was faking it. At least he didn’t go home, so that was a win for you.

You stopped massaging your scalp, bits of bubbles following your every move as you stepped out of the shower, leaving the water to run. The bathrobe that was hanging behind the door was now draped over your body to cover your front, now holding onto the doorknob and fighting off the hopefulness in your eyes.

“God, I thought someone was breaking in,” you sigh, holding the bathrobe tightly to your chest. “What do you need, Kook?” You try to sound as unamused as you could spotting the stupidly attractive grin on his face, yet the sight of him from the neck down played as a distraction.

“What does it look like I need? A goddamn shower.”

Jungkook was right about a shower. Things got so messy and he was walking around the dorm with his dick out, he probably made more mess for you to clean up.

Pushing past your dumbfounded self, Jungkook didn’t question why you were covering yourself up after what you both just did, but he figured he’d get to see you naked soon enough if you were about to shower together.

Like regular friends did, of course.

“What are you waiting for?” The man turned to look over his shoulder after stepping under the lukewarm stream of water, staring at you past the wet hair that fell over his eyes, “Join me.”

You stared back at him, mouth slightly ajar as your eyes dipped a little too low and met with droplets of water rushing between every crevice of his abs. He had no right looking like a nude model right now

“Right…” you mentally rolled your eyes and let out a huff, pulling the bathrobe off your body, but you felt a little exposed; more focused on the fact that now neither of you were exactly ‘in the moment.’

The bathrobe pooled at your ankles and you parted ways from it, hesitantly climbing in and standing in front of the much larger male so you could also snag some of the water from the shower head. Jungkook had an advantage, being much bigger and taller, most of the water would land on his shoulders and just bounce off, ignoring your presence.

Being this close to him once again; your soaked back pressing against his built chest and practically sticking to him, you felt the urge to apologise because there was absolutely no way you were doing this on purpose. “Sorry, it’s a little tight in here,” you speak up, glancing back at him over your shoulder and making sure you weren’t making him uncomfortable, yet your apology was useless; you were still unknowingly, pressing up against him.

The part of Jungkook that didn’t always think with his dick found your newborn shyness awfully endearing.

‘It was a pattern,’ he’d noticed, ‘after we’re done fucking, she suddenly gets real shy, even avoids looking into my eyes as if she wasn’t just batting her eyelashes up at me minutes ago’.

Sometimes he wished to dive into your mind without any sort of heads up, just him as he came, pocketing a handful of your thoughts and knowledge for himself along the way (maybe then he’d actually know what went on in your head during moments like these, where all that spoke was the running water as it caressed his naked body and shunned yours).

“You don’t have to apologize, dummy,” Jungkook shook his head, although you couldn’t see him, taking a minute to expand his eyes down your unblemished back, not exclusively sexual, but heavily aware of how he was practically hogging the shower all to himself.

“Here,” with both hands clasped over your shoulders, Jungkook stepped back and let you take over his spot, brushing his wet hair away from his forehead and running a hand down his face to get rid of any water droplets.

Grabbing a bottle of soap he found on the side, Jeon thought about washing himself but changed his mind upon realising there was someone else that could do it for him.

You.

Maybe this would help you get over your timidness, and in all honesty, Jungkook felt a little out of place for being so casual and nonchalant about all of this..

“Yo, shower hogger,” the taller tapped your shoulder with his index finger, waiting until you turned around to raise his brows and glance down at his body expectantly, extending the bottle of soap out towards you, “I’m just so tired, help me wash?” He felt like he was quoting the beginning scene of a porno, and Jungkook knew that you knew that he was exaggerating.

You looked up at Jungkook with an ‘are you serious’ kind of expression, raising a brow at him as if he was crazy. “You’re tired? Please,” you shook your head. If anything, you should be the one that’s tired, especially after that mind-blowing head session you have him, but still, you gave into the big man, grabbing the bottle of berry scented soap from his grasp and squeezing a generous amount onto your palms.

“Since when did you need help taking showers? Last time I checked, babies needed that.” you lather the soap in your hands, rubbing them together to create more bubbles before taking a step back and looking the man up and down, deciding where the hell to even start. “You’re a big baby, aren’t you, Jeon?” you tease, finally deciding to set your palms flat on his chest as you kept your eyes trained on him, very much mocking him with just your eyes.

Jungkook was definitely not built like a big baby, but there were times where he’d do the most endearing things that made you wanna squeeze his cheeks and gauge out his doe eyes. Like, when you’d upset him over little things, he’d sit around pretending he wasn’t upset but you would clearly see the pout on his face, with the added crossing his arms over his chest (exactly like a child).

You grabbed onto his bicep, pulling his body closer to yours a little and snaking his arm around your waist just to keep a secure hold on you so you both could catch some of the water running up above. You wondered about your next move. It seemed a little unusual, massaging his chest under the shower, but then again, you’d already done far from appropriate things; including sweaty bodies, someone’s tears, and a shitload of cum.

Despite all that, you gently caressed the damp skin of his chest, awfully slow and counting each tiny little bubble bursting against him. “Like this?” you prompt, gliding your fingers across his chest and the action itself left your own chest tingling.

This was next level intimate.

Jungkook hadn’t said anything else after childishly puffing out a, ‘I’m not a baby’ with a comical roll of his smiling eyes, studying your face and changing expressions in comfortable silence whilst you roamed your hands over his soapy chest, the arm that curled around the you holding you securely with one palm pressed flat over the small of your back.

Fuck, Jungkook hoped you couldn’t make out how fast his wild little heart was beating even behind all those bubbles. You couldn’t… right? It would quite literally kill the man to try and explain himself out of that one because— he didn’t fucking know why his heart was running laps either!

He already worried enough that he made himself look dumb in front of his super smart best friend; he wanted you to think he had the brains of goddamn Einstein, like yourself, and looking for the right words to explain himself wasn’t going to do him any justice.

Either way, Jungkook just knew it was nice having someone else wash him up… like a servant.

A pretty servant with great tits, at that.

“Yeah..” Jeon finally breathed out another word, unaware that he was inching in towards your face quietly enough that you didn’t catch on and stop your scrubbing, “Just like that.”

He had to uncomfortably tip his neck down a little to reach you, but when his parted lips were merely inches away from yours, Jungkook didn’t waste any time and trapped you in a surprisingly slow moving kiss, raising one hand to cup the side of your face as his thumb traced over your cheekbones.

‘He kissed me first!’ was all you could think about right now. And the kiss easily held a deeper meaning behind it, one that didn’t scream ‘we’re kissing because of sex’. Unless Jungkook thought exactly that..

Then that would be a lot of damage.

Were you hearing yourself right now? You felt pitiful; falling for him after fucking him and now you were head-over-heels for the man just because he kissed you first.

What were the chances of him deciding to settle down? And would Jungkook settle down with you? It was a question you never wanted to answer, or hear the answer to, because there were very high chances the answers to both those questions wouldn’t benefit you. You did hold a tiny bit of hope, only the tiniest, that maybe, just maybe, Jungkook could be feeling the same way. His heart literally on the verge of bursting against your palm struck up a couple questions in your mind, but you easily dismissed them, using the water as an excuse to cover for him.

Yet, with all those doubts, you didn’t hesitate to kiss him back. God knows you wanted to kiss him and he was merely doing you a favour by getting Jungkook to make the first move. It was unexpected, but that’s what made it all the best.

When he did finally pull away after a full minute of tasting your soft lips, his tongue cheekily swiped over his bottom lip while still cupping your face in his big hands, looking into your eyes with that endearing smile that made your heart jump.

You stopped moving your hand, leaving it to rest again his chest whilst your free hand made home on top of his, your fingertips briefly brushing over your cheek as you intertwined your fingers, pulling his hand down to your chest.

Right over your beating heart.

“You don’t realise it, but you have my heart running laps,” you whisper softly, squeezing Jungkook’s hand and suddenly releasing him from your hold, doing your best to turn your back on him and bask under the warm water raining above.

Good idea, leave him confused with words.

Jungkook wasn’t that stupid though, he was perceptive only when it seemed advantageous to him, which was something you picked up on over the years. He’d be able to crack this one. Surely.

You groaned quietly to yourself, lulling your head back a little to have the water slip down your front, but you were too distracted by the warmth to notice your head falling back against his chest, your body relaxing as you released a soft breath.

Nothing outright witty or smart-assy slipped out his mouth during the shared, tender moment between you both; Jungkook acknowledged your words within his own mind, quietly, digesting whatever it was that that had the back of his neck and tips of his ears drowning red.

The man thought about your— ‘you have my heart running laps’ —for quite a while now, a week to be exact, and sometimes it’d pop in his head at the most random times, it was lowkey starting to freak him out.

Wherever Jungkook was, so were you. Figuratively.

In his mind that was usually blank, you were there, present as always while prompting his heart to beat recklessly and his lungs to stutter whilst they filled with air, often catching him off guard.

Truthfully, Jeon had been too busy battling it out with noobs on Call of Duty, to really question what you meant that day. You weren’t making it easy for him to talk to you either. You completely shut him out after the shower ‘incident’ (which was approximately 2 days ago) and used the excuse of ‘I need to catch up on my assignments’, to avoid him.

Obviously he didn’t know that, but he wasn’t suspicious either. It was normal for you to go radio silent for a couple days to focus on your studies, and Jungkook respected that. Normally he’d bug you, but not this time around.

Which was weird.

Even Taehyung found it odd, coming back home and finding Jungkook still playing his game. He was high as hell, but he knew something weird when he saw it.

Slumping against the empty space beside Jungkook, Taehyung carelessly throws his arm around the younger’s muscly shoulders. “What’ve you been up to, then? You been sitting on your ass this whole time?” he asks, eyeing the TV screen and seeing that he was currently in the game lobby, waiting to start a new match. “No girls over tonight? Not even Y/N?”

Even though he was high, a part of him wanted things to set sail between you and his roommate.

“Were you too shy to call her? Or did she just reject you when you tried?” Taehyung’s assumptions weren’t impossible. He’d been around long enough to watch Jungkook’s countless invitations to hang out or get something to eat, get straight up rejected by you because you were too busy studying.

“Ah, Y/N?” No use in brushing it off now.

Two days without seeing you or talking to you, felt like an eternity, but Jungkook was determined to stay quiet. Ever since you both hooked up for the first time, he’s mostly been the one to text or call to ask if he could come over and y’know what, that is if Jeon excluded the times he’d just show up at your doorstep unannounced.

Point was.. he was waiting for you to need him, not the other way around like it often was.

Now, Jungkook wasn’t expecting you to text him and blatantly say how much you needed him to come over and fuck you so good you’d forget about everything you studied (even if that would make him harder than anything else in the world), but even just an ‘i miss you’ or ‘i’m done studying, come over’ would make him drop anything and everything for you.

It was a new and weird feeling, thinking like this. He never waited around for a girl, even if he had a line of them waiting to get dicked down by him.

“I’m not shy, we’ve just been busy doing our own thing.” He huffed out at Tae’s assumption, not daring to make any eye contact since being best friends with Taehyung since middle school meant the latter knew when he was bullshitting, always. It was weird as hell and even more impressive when Tae could point it out when he wasn’t sober..

Jungkook was looking straight at Tae now with big eyes and his teeth busy nibbling at his lip, like he was caught red handed and it was too obvious that that’s been something that’d been on his mind for a while.

With a low groan, the younger ran both hands down his face and slid down the couch, muscly legs lazily spread as he leaned his head back on the headrest and remained silent. Until he didn’t; Taehyung had a way of getting information out of him without barely saying a word. Something about his deadpan gaze…

“I know she’s not the type, but a text saying that she needs me- if you know what I mean, and not the other way around? I’d give her my kid, man.”

That was a complete reach and even if Jungkook did chuckle a little at that, his feelings and everything else he said were true. The younger shrugged and played off those strong feelings, “It’s whatever, though. You probably felt the same way about a girl you hooked up with at some point in time, right?”

All Taehyung could think about was ‘who the fuck possessed his roommate?’ No, even better question; ‘why is a girl making his best friend feel like this?’ In all the years Taehyung knew Jungkook, never had he ever seen the younger male care so much about a girl he fucked.

But… there was a difference. You weren’t just any girl he fucked. You were Jungkook’s only girl friend that he fucked.

Given the history between you two, things obviously felt more fragile and more… intimate? At least that’s what Taehyung thought. He wasn’t even part of the relationship, but because of the younger being so new to experiencing such feelings, it was almost second nature for him to feel the same way (out of sympathy). “I don’t know, dude… I’ve never felt like that, but you sound like you’re having withdrawal symptoms being without her for so long,” he shrugs, eyeing the male who looked like he was so far down the ‘I’m in love with her, but i’m gonna act like I don’t care’ hole.

Taehyung could’ve easily lied and told Jungkook that it was normal for him to feel so attached to his girl friend, but who was he kidding? It wasn’t normal to feel so attached unless you were deeply in love.

“You sure you’re not… in love with her, dude?” he teases, ruffling Jungkook’s hair in the most brotherly way possible. He was only trying to scare the im younger male and make him overthink a little. “I’m kidding! Just stop being a pussy and go to her. Tell her what you want. Like, straight up. I’m tellin’ you, girls dig that. There’s nothing girls want more than a guy being straight to the point.”

Jeon Jungkook was most definitely, most surely not in love with you. What even was love? He could think of a few examples..

His dad cutting off the crusts in his mom’s sandwiches, Hoseok babysitting Namjoon, Mrs. Kim working hard to make sure her small, country-boy Tae went off to a nice college (and got away from his ego-filled dad. Jungkook met him a few times and he was an A class asshole).

Either way, the younger never really saw that kind of love for him. It all seemed unattainable and whatever Jungkook was feeling towards you, it couldn’t have been love. Maybe lust, just in his own special way..

“I’m not in love with her, are you crazy?” Jeon sighed out loud and considered taking Taehyung’s advice for real, just maybe not at 12:30 in the morning.. “Okay, fine, but,” Jungkook turned his body to chuckle at the irony in his roommate’s words, “When have you ever been straight up with a girl, Tae? Was it when you asked her to give you that fresh hickey on your neck tonight?”

It was huge and Jungkook had been eyeing the red bruise just underneath Taehyung’s jaw for a few moments prior. “Was this before or after you went to meet up with Jimin because damn,” the younger was laughing now, inching to take a closer look at possibly the biggest hickey he’d ever seen, unaware it was Jimin who left those very marks.

As if he couldn’t be any more skeptical than he already was, Taehyung’s palm was quick to smack against his neck, making himself wince in the process as he discreetly rubbed the bruised area and avoided all eye contact with Jungkook. His jaw tensed as he tried to stop himself from blushing. Remnants of tonight’s events were running through his mind, and he had to stop before his dick got hard again. But that seemed impossible. Jimin was just this ultra, superior, ethereal being with the superpowers to keep his dick hard and heart fluttering for days on end. “Hey!” Taehyung scowls, smacking Jungkook’s head (not too hard) and pulling away from his susceptive gaze.

“Firstly, mind your own, secondly, I got bitten by a mosquito.” That was the lamest excuse in the book, but once again, this is where Jeon’s cluelessness played at his advantage. “Jimin lives in this whole other area, like expensive apartments and neighbourhoods and shit. There’s palm trees everywhere, too so there were a lot of flies,” Taehyung explained; sounding as brief and unbothered as possible. In case Jungkook didn’t believe him, he added, “Seriously, It felt like I was in another country when I arrived.”

Hopefully he played it off well. The man was pretty good at acting, especially when it came to promising girls he’d spend another night with them. It never happened.

“Whatever, man, turn the game off. I need the couch,” he yawns dramatically whilst stretching his arms above his head. “I can’t feel my legs.” It was a natural occurrence for Taehyung to sleep on the couch after a night of non-stop drugs. He would quite commonly complain about not being able to feel his legs because they’d be so numb, thus deeming him immobile until sober the next morning.

Taehyung executed the lame excuse perfectly, Jungkook completely brushed it off.. right after he finished tending to the minor concussion from his roommate.

Annoyed but kind, he ran off to the kitchen and paired an Ibuprofen with a tall glass of water to sit on the coffee table at an arm’s reach for the other male to quench his fleeting sobriety with, taking his earned title of ‘best friend’ extra seriously while throwing a spare blanket over Tae’s limp body on the couch, turning off the TV seconds later and going into his room.

Throwing himself to lie on his bed, the sudden urge to send you a text loomed over. He knew, he knew… he was supposed to let you reach out to him, but maybe you were just busy and forgot about him. Plus, waiting around was boring and nowhere near as exhilarating as—

jungkook: you haven’t forgotten about me yet? 🤓

Was it super obvious you was avoiding Jungkook?

Maybe.

What’s the best way to avoid someone?

Drown yourself in your studies.

It was probably advantageous to you now, since studying was always the excuse you used to get yourself out of unwanted situations. And this wouldn’t be a surprise to Jungkook. He had the shorter end of of the stick when it came to wanting to hang out, you would always reject his pleas.

This past week, you needed to ‘get back on your grind’ and all this faffing about with Jungkook left a lasting impact on your daily routine.

Every time you sat on your couch (which was often) you’re reminded of the very first night you both laid hands on each other. How could you forget? There was probably remnants of that night still burnt into your couch. Every time you’re sat at your desk, you’re reminded of the little note Jungkook left the following morning, apologising for leaving so early.

Hard to believe, your poor self displayed the note at the corner of your desk, right in front of your old textbooks. It seemed cringe, but you found it cute and got some sort of serotonin looking at it while you were studying. Every night when you go to bed, you mindlessly stare at the empty space next to you for at least an hour before falling asleep, thinking how it would’ve been Jungkook next to you.

And the shower… where you indirectly confessed to him, but instead, only confused yourself, and you had no doubt you confused him too (he wasn’t any smarter than you were).

In all honesty, you were waiting for Jungkook to approach you first, which was too much to ask for since he always texted first. But, you were hoping he’d say something about your last interaction. Was the “you got my heart running laps” not enough for him? Or was he really that clueless?

Whatever it was, you didn’t dwell on it, almost jumping out of the comfy seat at her desk and lungeing to reach your phone off the bed. Your heart was doing that annoying racing thing and your fingers were twiddling at your screen.

you: y’know what?

i completely forgot you existed for a sec

what was your name again?

john?

Damn. Jeon was torn between laughing or having a go at you for that line as he laid out sprawled over his bed thinking of what to make of it, a tight lipped smile settled things and pushed through Jungkook’s efforts to take small offense to what you said.

“Pfft, John?”

However, that sly grin always appeared whenever you were confident and smart-assy with him. With shame lesser than -10000, Jungkook could easily admit he found it hot. He could stupidly stand in the middle of a street with both arms outstretched and yell, ‘I find it really hot when Lee Y/N gives me a taste of my own medicine, so what?! She’s very hot to me!’

Obviously that wasn’t going to happen, but trust that he would if it came down to it.

jungkook: john huh? who’s that, textbook #1? 😕

but uh. how’s jerry doing?? yknow. textbook #3 😉

It was the highlight of his night; Jungkook hadn’t even realized his cheeks were turning sore from smiling so big. If any of the guys walked in they’d think he won the lottery and then some, but no, it was just you.

It always seemed to be about you— is what the guys would say, surely. No one else.

jungkook: and i doubt you forgot about my existence, you like me too much

hell, you probably even missed me, i know i missed you

Anyone could bet you were forcing yourself not to break out into a fit of giggles (resulting in you just writhing in your seat) because there was no way a man was suddenly making you laugh this hard. Jungkook was making you laugh so hard.

It took you a couple seconds to regain your composure before tapping at your keyboard again.

you: john and jerry are doing good

they’ve been keeping me company and treating me well

i wouldn’t have it any other way 😩

Having Jungkook keep you company would obviously be better, but you can’t always get what you want.

You didn’t catch the next couple messages he sent, instead opening your camera and snapping a quick photo of the mess of scrap papers and opened textbooks lying on your desk, not even realising the note Jungkook left you a couple nights ago was peeking out in the corner of the frame.

You attach the photo to your next message;

you: this sums up my week

you know the drill

As you waited for the attachment to deliver, you scrolled down to finally see the recent message he sent, and you swore your heart skipped a beat.

Jungkook missed you?

A faint hint of pink drowned your cheeks as you contemplated on how to respond?

Do you reciprocate, or just be passive and ignore him? The second option seemed pretty appropriate, because if he missed you so much, why didn’t he do anything about it?

That option however, would just open up a whole other can of worms and would probably end up with the pair bickering until the early hours of dawn.

You missed him so much this week, you didn’t want this interaction to go to waste.

you: i think YOU like me too much since you missed me so bad

are you obsessed with me?

it’s okay if you are, but you’ll have to wait in line for your turn

That joke was no longer valid ever since you guys fucked.

you: if it makes you feel better, i guess i missed you too

Unlike you and your adorable stickling for structure, it was a shock Jungkook waited until all the blurbs of texts were done coming through considering how restlessness was naturally wired in his veins, but he preferred to indulge in each individual bubble once they disappeared from the bottom of his screen.

He didn’t want to take the risk of saying something stupid and fucking everything up, not after so long (2 days), so for you, he’d learn to be patient— even if that sounded difficult to actually go through.

Almost immediately his eyes widened at the amount of individual texts that finished pouring in (he always had a way of knowing if you were mad at him. If you sent him no more than three individual texts at a time, that meant he needed to hide).

But more than taken aback, Jungkook had an idea of what that meant on a deeper, more obvious level. It was so clear that you missed him and if his heart didn’t pound enough at the idea of it, the beating organ nearly jumped out of Jeon’s chest when his eye accidentally skipped down the list and landed on the last text, confirming that what he thought was true.

Now he had the urge to giggle.

The male didn’t know what the fuck was going on or why he felt this way towards simple texts that were meant to come off as light teasing and nothing more. All he knew was that if he kept this up, his head would swell because of all the confusion going on inside it..

jungkook: jesus nerd, how you’re still breathing surrounded by all that paper is beyond me

smh don’t get too ahead of yourself tho 😒 i like you a very small amount

and that joke is no longer valid ever since we fucked

Jungkook was still thinking about the fact that you also missed him and for that reason, he failed to catch his little note in the corner of your attached photo, for now.

His mind was just… focused on something else.

You missed him!

jungkook: that does make me feel better, god what would i do without you? 😫

but truth is… i won’t really believe it unless you go into detail, miss lee. tell me, what did you miss about me?

OH! and i know that there’s a long list so take your time

Seriously, Jeon Jungkook never took a break from feeding his ego. You sat there wondering how you managed to put up with him all these years. He had a cute face back then, for sure, but now he looked like a hot hunk of goodness and everything nice, unfortunately.

you: for starters, i missed you blowing up my phone with hundreds of texts

surprised i didn’t even get ONE annoying text from you

It was almost tradition for Jungkook to spam your phone with nonsense texts and silly pictures of himself whilst you were studying. It only became a problem when he started spamming you with tiktoks, distracting you from your studies because after you’d watch them, you’d end up scrolling on the app far longer than anticipated.

you: i guess i missed your stupid face too 🙄

and the way you’d come over and inhale all the food in my fridge

and how you’d mark your territory on my couch

i also really miss our movie nights, it was the only thing that relieved my stress 😔

and, believe it or not, i miss arguing with you

i could say so much more, but i don’t think it’s appropriate unless you wanna hear?

You paused for a second, seeing that your list had taken up the entire screen.

Damn, you really missed him, huh?

you: why did we stop talking?

you know my door is always open for you, jeon 😕

Whether it be to pester you, hang out, or fuck, Jungkook was always welcome.

you: but enough about you, stink

what did you miss about me? 🥰

It’d been eating him up inside long before this special moment, gnawing away at his core and causing Jungkook’s blush to deepen in color and expand vastly over the smooth canvas of his cheeks that were puppeted by two strings pulling hard at the apples of his cheeks whenever his heart went crazy drumming to its own, particular beat. It was a type of drumming that was so rare, he worried it was an actual heart attack at its beginning stages…

jungkook: you’re making me and my “stupid face” blush, lee 😵‍💫

But he never dropped down to the ground dead—it was worse— Jungkook was left with the continuous stinging in his chest and a conscious mind full of consuming thoughts.

Jeon Jungkook never skipped out on an opportunity to feed his massive ego, but you never missed the cue as his ‘special best friend’ to always give in and singlehandedly create an even cockier version of the man; just for the moment you were together, be it over text or in person.

Truth? Jungkook would rather hear you say these things to his face, then he’d be able to show a more genuine reaction to how they made him feel— a kiss spoke volumes, for example. He was never the best at saying things the way he wanted to say them— but on the bright side, Jungkook was glad you couldn’t see him and his flushed being.

That seemed to be his thing; go big or go home.

jungkook: that’s a hell of a long list for a girl that said she forgot about my existence 👀

sure you weren’t thinking about me everyday, pretty?

He liked to think he was in control; he enjoyed being in control, but when his skin was lit up because of a few sweet words from you, confidence didn’t come as easily and smoothly as it usually did. So, Jungkook settled for playing a front over text.

Not like you had any way of seeing him.

jungkook: but hmm, what did i miss about you? 🤔 well for starters, i like it when you let me raid your fridge and let me mark my territory on your couch ;)

how you call me “stink” or “idiot” with a smile on your face after i say something stupid because deep inside you find it endearing 👀

your random fuckin GORY murder cases that always stick with me. a man is scarred

when you’re super concentrated while studying and quietly mumble to yourself under your breath. it’s cute

you in glasses. that’s it

our movie nights, especially when you let me pick ironman for the 100th time

i also miss arguing with you and proving your ass wrong

your ass.

sleeping with you in the way that you keep me warm during the night and you rest your head on my chest. i like feeling like i’m keeping you safe

and sleeping with you in the way that i can make you feel really good, help you relieve stress. feeling closer to you is being inside you

Fuck, did he go overboard?

Jungkook was only trying to match you in terms of quality, but now looking back at all the sent messages, he couldn’t help but cringe at himself for saying all that.

He should’ve taken quality over quantity more seriously..

“Damn,” He ran a hand through his hair and quickly got back to typing so that you wouldn’t sit on the last part for too long.

jungkook: and wdym “when did we stop talking” 💀💀 y/n, it’s only been two days 🙄

im coming over tomorrow tho, can’t have you missing me anymore 😉

For a brief second, you thought you were reading texts from the boyfriend you never had. It was worse since you were going overboard with the blushing, but how could you control that? His string of texts were like… a confession.

Could he possibly be in love with you? Never.

Jeon Jungkook was incapable of feeling such things, and having said that out loud, all your hope had disintegrated. Jungkook was too clueless, he probably couldn’t even remember what you said in the shower.

you: i’m starting to think you missed me more than i missed you

You stayed giggling quietly to yourself, reading on each line one by one and feeling the butterflies in the pit of your stomach erupt. If Jungkook were here right now, he’d probably tease the hell out of you, use it as a way to boost his inflated ego.

you: my fridge has been restocked for you, so you won’t have to bring over half-eaten pizza like last time 💀

ALSO

IM ALWAYS RIGHT! you have never ever proved me wrong in your life

you argue with bs, i argue with FACTS 😌

What’s something that would make the Jeon Jungkook fold?

A selfie.

But not just any odd selfie.

It was a blessing in disguise that you had your glasses on right now. A little selfie wouldn’t hurt anyone (but deep down you wanted to gauge a reaction out of him, for your own satisfaction) so you opened your camera and angled your phone up in front of you, your eyes peeking up from behind your lenses, unknowingly pulling off the whole ‘innocent, but not-so-innocent nerd’ look paired with a small pout.

The raised view might be familiar to him.

You were satisfied with the first picture you took so you sent it through to him, with another message following right after;

you: my glasses miss your face 😔

they’re tired of looking down at textbooks all day

When did Jeon become so totally and utterly fascinated with the casual sight of your dorky frames sitting high up on your cute nose, framing your face and making you seem even smarter and a bigger nerd than you already were?

He had no fuckin’ idea.

Glasses never looked as good on anyone else than they did on you— something about how your smartness aligned with the vivid image in his head of a sexy, intelligent librarian just did it for him without any misses.

Was it a fantasy or just simp behaviour?

Whatever it was, you had the brains and the looks; Jungkook honestly thought you were extremely cool and he could only dream to be as smart and dedicated to learning as you were.

Jungkook saved the picture to his camera roll after staring at it for a few moments in silence, lured in by everything from your puckered lips to deer-like eyes as they drove him wild in a manner he was way too familiar with.

“Fuck,” Jeon tipped his head to the side to take a look at the expected erection in his sweats, the bulge pitching a big tent against the bare material of his pants since Jungkook rarely wore anything underneath whenever he was alone.

None of this was fair.

Deciding to play your game his own way, he tapped on the camera and angled it towards his growing erection after pressing record, shamelessly zooming in on his bulge whilst breathing out a low, “This isn’t fair, y’know. Rubbing one out at 12am wasn’t on my list of plans for the night.”

Jungkook sent the video without another thought and added a provocative text to go along with it, his bottom lip close to going numb from biting down on it so hard.

jungkook: instead of looking down, how bout you look up at me? i think you’ll find that more fun

This was much more than the reaction you expected from Jungkook. You expected a little “you look pretty” or a “you look like a nerd” type of text from him, one that could stem as serious or just playful teasing, but watching the short clip and being met with his inane bulge, an overwhelming sense of pride took over.

You had awoken the beast with just a mere selfie?

No physical touch, no overly suggestive text message?

You had every right to believe you were capable of more. Maybe not right now since you had the clip on loop to bask in his ragged, deep voice, which gave you the most uncalled-for flashbacks to those nights where he’d praise you for taking him so good.

You quickly saved the video (for your own pleasure) and got to typing with your sweaty thumbs and clenching thighs.

you: life isn’t fair, sorry about that

Reading his last text message, your poor self had fallen into daydream mode. All the endless possibilities of you being on your knees and staring up at the man, doing God knows what. But you knew exactly what he meant, and you were not against it…

But you could always play dumb.

you: but why would i do that, koo?

enlighten a dumb girl like myself, would you?

Jungkook was this close to giving up on the sexual bantering over text and get up from his bed, go out his front door, hop on his motorcycle and drive the short minutes to your apartment just to show you what he meant— even if it was clear enough that you were only playing games with him.

jungkook: does acting clueless help you ignore the fact that you want me rn? bc let me know how that works out for you ;)

Before Jungkook could even acknowledge it, one hand extended downwards to grope his own cock, the firm contact pressuring a deep grunt to exit past his parted mouth and into the privacy of his bedroom where the darkness failed to conceal the slight twitch of his dark brows, the screen of his phone highlighting every minor gesture on his face as a response to him touching himself. His palm smoothed over his bulge time after time again as his heavy eyes stayed set on the picture before him— your selfie, breathing becoming just as unsteady.

Needy for something else, Jungkook eagerly slipped his fingers past the waistband of his sweats and pulled out his cock in one go, coming face to face with its angry tip that oozed precum moments before bucking his hips into his fisted hand, clearer groans and deeper moans making themselves known as he messily pumped his cock within his tight, slippery grip.

“Fuu-fuck.. shit,” for the first time, he looked down at the way his latched hand moved seamlessly down his girth instead of your picture, allowing his mind to run wild and imagine his slick fist was you, the tightness making him dizzy. His hips impulsively used the mattress as drive to thrust themselves upwards and fuck into his hand, his tip coming out the top drenched in more precum after each plunge.

Deciding it’d be selfish of him to keep you in the dark whilst he got off because of you, Jungkook opened his eyes and despite the minor shakiness, angled the phone above his face and started recording.

All he allowed you to see was his slack face, moderately sweaty and flushed at the cheeks, a glint of shine peeking past his hooded eyes and kissable lips split as his ragged breathing was heard. His messy hair fell over his forehead and brows just right, clenched jaw locked in place whilst his nostrils flared, the phone in his deadly grip shaking even more now that Jeon grew restless and pumped himself even faster— his arm was aching.

Finally, the man spoke, smirking lazily at the camera. “Does a dumb girl like yourself know what’s goin’ on right now? Don’t play stupid, hnghh— doesn’t benefit anyone, baby.”

Being the tease Jungkook was known for, he flipped the camera but didn’t show his cock by covering the lens with his fingers, hovering the device close to his dick for you to be able to clearly hear the wet sounds of his built-up precum sliding up and down his lathered shaft as he went crazy pumping himself to the sticky base, his grunts playing in the background.

He was so close, but all that was left was a push from you, and so Jeon sent the video straight away, going easy on himself for the time being.

You had never clicked on a video so fast in your life, and God, did Jungkook serve. The phone had been brought even closer to your face, as if trying to hide from anyone that could see (you still needed to get used to living alone) and the moment your ears picked up on his heavy breaths and flushed state, only a child would guess wrong about what he was doing right now.

Your eyes stayed glued to Jungkook’s face, admiring the sharp slate along his jaw and his parted lips, imagining just how soft they would be if you had the chance to kiss him again.

The ongoing ache between your legs remained steady (with a lot of self control) but you were crumbling by the second.

“Fuck’s sake,” you curse under your breath, forming a tight line with your lips as you watched on, suddenly having little time to process that his face was no longer in the frame. The video was still going on and you sat there with your knees up to your chest, putting the volume up to the max to hear just how sinful and erotic his actions were playing out to be.

So much for self control, you failed to keep your body temperature at a norm along with your blushing cheeks (which felt like they were on literal fire) hearing such dirty sounds.

You could make out the image in your head; Jeon sprawled out on his bed, sweating with one muscular arm between his legs and his cock vigorously pumping between his fist.

It should’ve been your fist getting him off, but the circumstances deemed that to be difficult.

Was it possible to want to suck someone off more than just sit down and study?

you: fuck you, jeon

The throbbing between your legs was beginning to grow unbearable, so you did what you were best at.

Repaying him in the most unexpected way possible.

With your phone clutched in your hand and legs brought down to dangle off your seat, you opened up your camera, switching to video and hugging the phone close to your chest, with the lens facing up towards your chin. You made sure the lower half of your face came into view before pressing record.

You didn’t say a word; simply letting your actions speak for themselves as you slipped your middle and ring finger past your plump lips and letting your tongue rest flat along the base, trying to slick them up a little before wrapping your lips around your digits completely.

This was totally out of character for you, but Jungkook wasn’t making it easy. The thought of him shoving his fingers down your throat edged you to push your own digits a little farther and then pulling back in a constant motion. Each time your fingers would come into view again, they’d be ten times more soaked than before, and just to spite the man, you would zoom in on your glistening digits and force him to watch on, slowing down the pace of your fingers so he could really cherish the sight of your fingers disappearing past your lips.

“Bet you wish that was you, huh?” you whisper softly, pulling your fingers out ever-so-slowly and then adjusting the angle of your phone, pulling it away to give him a view of the oversized shirt you were wearing which he left a couple nights ago.

You set your phone down to lean on the pile of textbooks on your desk, wasting no time in setting the heels of your feet on the edge of your seat and lifting the hem of his shirt over your stomach to reveal the lack of attire underneath.

Just a pair of simple lilac coloured underwear.

You gave the camera one last look before following Jungkook’s train of movement, slipping your glistening digits past the band of your panties, and as much as you wanted to touch yourself right now, you paused.

You weren’t giving in that easily, so you reached over for her phone with a teasing grin on your face, making sure only your face was in the shot before your fingers lightly feathered across your untouched core, eyes fluttering shut and back now resting slack against the chair.

“Koo..” Shit, you’d barely done anything.. It took you a moment to regain your composure and you stopped the video, free hand still sat between your legs and digits seamlessly running up and down your slit as you rushed to send him the video.

That should do it.

And that fucking did.

He should've known, he should’ve known that you would one-up him at his own playing field because— when did you not constantly surprise him with whatever skills you kept in your pockets, only choosing to show them off at the right time?

Your head game? Fucking awesome. Handjob? He swore he saw a goddamn angel last time. The best pancakes in the world? Only at your place.

Everything you did was irresistible and for someone like Jungkook, nothing in the world beat not ever knowing what to expect, that was partly why he slept around a lot. But you… you were a total freak.

Which is why Jeon should’ve busted right then and there after watching the video all the way through, he almost did, but instead of shooting his cum into the air, now he was angry at himself for even tempting such a mouthwatering, captivating response out of you while being stuck where he was. Not being able to actually do anything about it, he groaned to himself and wished it was his fingers that dipped past the warmth of your mouth, collecting your saliva to use as a lube to relentlessly finger you until your legs shook..

“Fuckin’ shit..!” Jeon threw his head back whilst his wrist flicked around the base of his cock, dragging his palm upwards to do the same to his red tip. Once those long drags began to lose their heavy momentum, that was when he used his other hand to text you back, his lower stomach muscles flexing as a sign that Jeon was extremely close.

jungkook: dirty girl getting her fingers dirty for me

looking so pretty in my shirt too? fuck you’re so good, wanna fuck you

gonna come a shit ton bc of that video. sucks it won’t be inside that pussy fuuck

Throwing his phone aside for the time being, Jungkook focused on getting himself off with the image of you fresh in his mind, his buff arm cramping up but he persisted nonetheless, abusing his twitching cock with all his strength until long ropes of white erupted from his tip and onto his sweats, his hand, his stomach, the sheets—his fucking foot?

“A-ahh..hmpph-hmm.. ah.. ah, fuck,” just when he thought he was done, his cock twitched and added on to the pool of creamy white on his sweatpants, “Shit..”

The man took the messy opportunity to snap a quick photo of the mess that was his stomach and sheets, ensuring his dick was in the frame this time before sending it to you with a cheeky—

jungkook: this could’ve been all yours baby

You continued your miscreants against your aching cunt, sliding your middle finger in completely and exhaling softly at the familiar feeling. Many of your nights were spent alone, mindlessly fucking yourself for relief (though it barely helped since you could never finish alone) but now masturbating seemed so… out of the ordinary.

You never felt the need to touch yourself since you and Jungkook started whatever this whole situation was. In all honesty, you were ashamed to admit you could no longer please yourself without your best friend by your side, whether it be him guiding you with words, or straight up doing the job for you. It sounded wrong on so many levels, but you couldn’t help what your body yearned for.

The thought only frustrated you since you were alone and nowhere near close to relief, but you continued to tease and toy with yourself, occasionally pinching your sensitive bud and then breaking out into short, fast-paced rubs where your fingers would slip past your entrance and knock the air out of her lungs.

Jungkook’s texts were coming through one by one, and each one forced you to pick up the pace of your wrists, now thrusting your fingers between your soft walls at a vigorous pace. Oh, the things you would do for him to leave a hot mess inside of you.. it was pissing you off and it was obvious you were taking out your frustrations on yourself.

If his texts weren’t enough to drive you insane, the picture he attached with the blatant mess of white surrounding him and knowing it was all your doing, sparked a different kind of light within you.

you: fuck you for being at home right now

you: i can’t do this

To be more clear, you snapped a quick video of yourself, camera facing down in front of you to give Jungkook the perfect view of your slick coated digits fucking into you, paired with your shallow breaths and your signature whines, “Should’ve been you, Koo.. you know I can’t do this on my own.” Your voice was unsteady as you spoke, and you were close to breaking down horny and unsatisfied, but you kept yourself together.

No matter how embarrassing it was, you still sent him the video, typing away at your screen with your free hand and pulling the other out from between your legs with a huff.

you: im holding myself back to come on your cock next time

and i’ll make sure none of it goes to waste

Sexting with you at the asscrack of night wasn’t exactly on Jungkook’s to-do list, but just as a wise woman once texted— plans inevitably change and hell if he wasn’t content with the turnout. Not to mention it served as closure that he wasn’t being shut out on purpose and a quick release all in one, although the new texts and dirty video of a quick peek inside her panties made him question if it was worth the extra cramping in his hand and even messier sheets..

The man grimaced slightly at the warm stickiness on his stomach and fingers; he’ll jerk off to that one another day.

Truth be told, Jeon was extremely exhausted and he had a real reason to be… now. Before he had the balls to hit you up and resume where you left off, all the latter did while his roommate was gone was play video games, sulk about why why you weren’t taking initiative and worrying that Tae had gotten ran over by a car, and then another— and another.

Like always, you were the highlight of his night and day plus every moment in between.

jungkook: “fuck me” for being at home rn?? ha you wish 😗🥴

and sure you’ll wait for me baby, you’re my good girl

just know i’m coming over tomorrow and picking up where we left off. missed u too much i doubt id be able to keep my hands to myself 🤤

Jeon didn’t realize he was grinning— the kind of grinning that formed those crinkles around his eyes— until he caught sight of his reflection through the screen, simultaneously noticing how tired his smiling eyes looked and, in a very adult way, he took that as a sign to call it a night. There was always tomorrow, and there will be a tomorrow.

A very eventful one— he’ll make sure of it.

A loud yawn easily slipped past his agape mouth and Jungkook used his clean hand to start typing again, doe eyes blinking repeatedly to try and stay awake just so he could send you a goodnight text and manage to at least change out of his clothes.

jungkook: i’m heading to bed now, no workout ever tires me out like you do 💪

night, hope my shirt keeps you warm 😏

you: night, jeon

try not to dream about me tonight 😴

And just like that, Jungkook set his phone aside and sighed to himself after standing up and taking a closer look at the mess he’d made— was that amount of cum… healthy?

You were honestly messing with his head but.. Jungkook kind of liked it.

You got out of your seat and went straight to the bathroom, leaving your phone behind to wash up.

What an eventful night.

Jungkook’s ‘i’m coming over tomorrow and picking up where we left off’ stayed lingering in your mind as you thoroughly washed your hands. You were finally going to see Jungkook after 2 days (felt like a month) and you didn’t know how you’d react the moment you open the door for him.

Would you jump him because you missed him so much? Slap him because he didn’t bother to talk to you these last two days? Kiss him without thinking because you missed his lips?

Fuck, you really wanted to kiss him.

Maybe you would just stand there and let the man welcome himself in since he had a lot of experience doing that anyway the last couple years.

Either way, you were completely and utterly fucked for caring so much.

Whatever though, Jungkook was still clueless and that was something you could dwell on another time, but for now, you felt like you needed 6 months worth of sleep for the 9857265 hours you spent studying to keep your mind off Jungkook.

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Juice

BTS 8th member

Sunny’s masterlist

“Vmin take care of a drunk Sunny”

Requested by: anon

cw: Mentions of alcohol, and a drunk person

a/n: Feel free to share your thoughts with me. Requests are open!💜

“Sunny-ah, are you in there?” Jimin knocked on the girl’s hotel room and looked puzzled at Taehyung when she didn’t answer.

“She has to be, we can’t leave without letting the managers know” Knocking as well, the boy raised his voice to call out for her “Sunny-ah, are you alive?”

“Of course, I would answer ‘no’ if I was dead” The girl in question leaned on her open door frame and spoke slurred. “You two want something?”

Taking notice of her messy hair and lack of balance, since she was basically glued to the wall for support, Jimin laughed. “We were going to invite you for diner and some drinks, but apparently you already got started by yourself”

Giggling sheepishly, Sunny tumbled a little and opened the door wider for them to come inside. She almost tripped on herself before falling on her bed and raising her legs to hold her feet over the light.

Both boys shared a confused look before inspecting the many empty bottles of beer and a half-full bottle of vodka lying around the room.

The group had arrived in the US only a few hours ago, and though they had the first night free to deal with the jet lag, they didn’t expect any of the members, specially Sunny, to get fully drunk right away.

“It looks like you threw a party in here. What happened?” Laughing at her moving her toes, Jimin laid besides Sunny and stared at the ceiling.

“I ordered some fried chicken and five beers” Sunny started while making the number five with one hand, “But you know, they actually don’t have beers like soju here in the states. It’s way too weak, I could barely feel the alcohol. Kind of disappointing if you ask me. So guess what”.

“You ordered something stronger?” Taehyung guessed knowing here she was going and laughed when she held up her other hand with five fingers up.

“NO! I ordered five more beers” Her face brighten up excited and in a few seconds, it changed to fully disappointed “But it still did nothing. So I ordered the vodka, but I’m not really a fan of it, so I had to order some orange juice to pour the vodka inside and guess what?”

“You liked it?”

“I LOVED IT” Clapping excited, Sunny sat up and faced her empty glass. Once again, she pouted disappointed “But not it’s gone and all I have is disgusting old vodka”.

“You’re going to be so hungover tomorrow” Jimin laughed when she began dancing to an imaginary rhythm.

“It’s for the better that it’s over. Let’s not forget you’re a lightweight” Closing the vodka bottle, Taehyung almost missed Sunny trying to tackle him. Since she was still rather tipsy, and he moved out of her way quickly enough, the girl fell on her butt while whining. The boy frowned, confused at her attack, “Be careful. What were you trying to do?”

Pouting, she hugged his leg and shook her head, “You’re not going to take away my vodka. I’m sorry I didn’t like it at first, but please don’t take it away”.

“I’m not taking it away, but you’re also not going to drink the rest of it tonight” Taehyung left the bottle back on the dresser and helped her get up. Still pouting, sunny whined and hugged him.

“Oppa, please” She dragged the last word out, making him and Jimin share entertained looks.

“Sunny-ah, I think it might be time for you to go to bed” The oldest got up to help V sit her back on the mattress. He watches as her eyes go out of focus a couple of times when she stumbles, and tries not to laugh at how dizzy she looks. “Good job. You’re going to have a bitchin’ headache tomorrow”.

“Where did you put your pajamas? Let’s get you ready to sleep” Taehyung asked, staring blankly when she pointed at her suitcase.

“I forgot to unpack” Sunny lowered her head in shame and Jimin hugged her giggling. “It’s okay. You can do that tomorrow”.

Taking out her PJs and bag of cosmetics, Taehyung held out his hand to help her get up without falling, “Come on, you can go change”

He guided her to the bathroom and waited behind the door until she claimed to be dressed again. Wearing her BT21 pajamas, Sunny sat on the closed toilet while the two boys moved around the bathroom. Jimin helped her clean the rest of makeup off her face and brush her teeth, while Taehyung brushed her hair and made a loose braid out of boredom.

Once she was definitely ready, both boys helped her back to the room and tucked her in under the blankets.

“I’m going to leave some painkillers on the nightstand for when you wake up” Jimin grabbed some water and placed it next to the pills. “Good night, Sunny. And good luck tomorrow”.

Giving her a kiss, both boys left her room, turning off the lights and making sure everything was calm. Once they reached outside, Taehyung took the vodka bottle from under his arm and waved it at Jimin. “I smuggled it in the last second”

“Do you think she’ll be mad we took it?”

“Depending on how hungover she gets. She’ll probably thank us”.

#Sunny #bts 8th member #bts addition #bts additional member #bts x 8th member #bts x oc #8th member of bts #bts female member #bts female oc #bts female addition #kpop addition #kpop female addition #kpop female oc #kpop female member

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felixify · 2 years ago

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12:38 after a power cut at the bangtan dorms :

Namjin : quick , grab the emergency lights

Sope : oh , they're dead

Namjin : How?

J-hope : I told Yoongi to charge them last time , but he used it as a pillow and slept on it

Jin : how tf-

Vminkook : dw , we got this

Vmin pick up Jungkook a start aggressively shaking him . Jungkook lights up .

Namjoon : What the heck ?

Jungkook : oh I swallowed a flashlight once

Jin , already hyperventilating : HOW ARE YOU STILL ALIVE !?!?!!

#bts incorrect quotes #namjoon #jin #yoongi #jhope #jimin #Taehyung #Jungkook #someone help these crackheads #namjin #namjin incorrect quotes #sope #sope incorrect quotes #vminkook #vminkook incorrect quotes

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kookieswan · 2 years ago

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Amaranth VMIN:

🕷 🌹 🌱 ✏️ 📎

I’m back at it… 🙈❤️

🕷 - Their biggest fears? Irrational or mundane fears?

“Funnily enough, deep water isn’t my favorite even though that’s where my love thrives. Nothing mundane really bothers me.”

“I have no fears.

🌹 - Do they like Valentine’s Day?

Valentine’s Day doesn’t exist in their world so no lmao. BUT they often go on date nights when they get the chance and they’re always super romantic ❤️

🌱 - Their most vivid memories from childhood?

For Taehyung, it would probably be setting foot on land for the first time! For Jimin, it would be his first time visiting Florette I think. Both of them are from late scenery changes.

✏️ - A quote or lyric I associate with them?

Jimin - “I turn to ask the question, so anxious, my thoughts… Your lips were soft like winter, in your passion, I was lost.” - After Dark by Mr.Kitty

Tae - “Alive by midnight, and dead by the morning star. This is all I know. Do you know who you are?” 20 seconds : 20 hours by Vein.fm

📎 - A random fact about them!

They met relatively young and have been together for a very long time. They knew from the start they were soulmates and compliment each other well. Reminder that they’re both 60+ lol

#amaranth jimin #amaranth taehyung #amaranth #answers

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peaches-and-hoshi · 5 years ago

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2018/2019 FIC REC [7]

PART 2 (part 1)

(F stands for Fluff, S for Smut) (the first letter in brackets is ao3′s rating)

CANON UNIVERSE

what rhymes with pug me by seqoiasem [NAMGI, T&up, F/light angst, growing together, namgi share a sweater from debut to now, that’s it that’s the plot, extreme softness, i cried] ♥

kissin’ in the rain by sequoiasem [NAMGI, G, F, yoongi thinks kissing in the rain look uncomfortable, so they make a bet] ♥

the song of the heart by sequoiasem [NAMGIMIN, F/light angst, yoongi promised jimin a birthday song, joon helps, they figure stuff out along the way] ♥

flowers for the camera by sequoiasem [NAMGI, G, fluff, joon and yongi walking hand in hand through a field of fowers as a “penalty”]

ALTERNATE UNIVERSE

NAMGI

tired as fuck by sequoiasem [G, F, yoongi lost his favorite pillow and cannot sleep on his long flight, his colleague joon finds a solution] ♥

came with my cool (i dropped it) by sequoiasem [T&up, F, yoon works in a tiny nonprofit organisation and joon’s internship there is about to be over, they’re both awkward about it, it’s hilarious, i love this fic so much] ♥♥

careful, you’re extremely hot by sequoiasem [G, F, barista!yoongi, hoseok meddles in and writes a pick-up line on joon’s cup, they make it a habit from here] ♥

Fleece Navidad (From the Baa-tom of My Heart) by roebling [G, F, joon tries to take up knitting and crochet and gets a crush on the very cute guy at the yarn shop] ♥

NAMSEOK

odds and ends, ways and means by pearl_o [T&up, F, ficlet collection, slice of life, contains a yoonseok story too]

YOONSEOK

Who’s That Boy? by raviolijouster [T&up, fluff/humor, vaguely new girl!au, yoongi pretends to be straight because jimin set him up to it, creating hilarious conversations with hoseok, their new extremely attractive friend]

2SEOK

On Ice by roebling [T&up, F, 2seok go on a date, bad puns ensue]

So Close (So Close and Yet So Far) by CheekyBrunette [T&up, F/humor, jin is taking part in the annual local beauty pageant, and needs help for a dance performance, his friends shove hoseok in there, pining, hobi is gorgeous and everyone knows it] ♥

HOPEKOOK

Mission: Rescue by thatbangtanhoe [T&up, F, warning for almost drowning, hobi and kook are rival lifeguards, seeing who can save the most people, until one of them is in trouble]

TAEGI

sweet like candy by vastlyunknown [T&up, F, pining, and they were roommates, tae calls yoongi babe by accident, it becomes a Thing] ♥

The Hairy Truth by roebling [T&up, F/humor, bartender!Tae is sick for people paying attention to him because of his pretty face, and decides to grow a beard, feat. awkward and pining yoongi] ♥

when i’m not telling you, i’m showing it by clumsy_taegi [T&up, F, jungkook gets sick, yoongi nurses him back to health, and tae wants to be taken care of too]

VMON

something tells me we’ll be alright by czar [T&up, F, pining, tae and joon are archeologists in the same expedition, which would be fine except for their petty feud] ♥

VMIN

permanence by vminism [M, angst/F/S, soulmate!au, people get a soulmark when they fall in love, jimin keeps falling in love with strangers and fate plays a trick on him]

MINJOON

things we turn away from by themarmalade [M, F/light angst, smut, idol!jimin feels lonely and cold, his massage therapist!joon is here to fix it]

Counter Intuitive by roebling [T&up, F, meet-cute, jimin works in a make-up store and joon keeps coming back for “advice”]

JIKOOK

the firefly effect by czar [T&up, angst/F, !major character death!, jimin runs an inn between life and what comes after, and only sees dead people, until a very much alive kook steps in (you Will cry your eyes out)] ♥

JINKOOK

The Comfort of You by withoutthespace [T&up, F/humor, warning for mention of homophobia, jin is jungkook’s manager and he keeps cleaning after his dating scandals, until it’s his fault] ♥

if it’s true looks could kill (you’d be the first to make me mad) by raviolijouster [T&up, F/lightA, college!au, seokjin finds jungkook infuriating] ♥ (prequel of the namseokmin fic at the end of the fic rec)

YOONKOOK

slowly drifting to you by sharpa [T&up, fluff/angst, long distance, rapline have been travelling together for years, yoongi runs a blog where he posts pictures of cats they come across and rates them, jungkook sends him an e-mail to complain about his ratings] [feat. ace!kook which made me so happy] ♥

love like war (we go together or we don’t go down at all) by notyoongs [E, ANGST/S/F, idol!kook and band member!yoongs, bitter exes forced to work together, kilos of angst, lovely] ♥

TAEKOOK

everything is sound by sharpa [T&up, angst/F, they’re oblivious idiots in love, a whole lot of pining, hilarious] ♥

YOONMIN

objects in motion by mediest [T&up, S, jimin gets a little lost while giving a “massage”]

POLYAM

a feel so sweet by ameliabedelias [NAMGIKOOK, M, FLUFF, the world isn’t fit for throuples, but they’re in Love and ready to power through it, so much fluff]

Immortal Beloved(s) by fatsymeow [TAEGIKOOK, T&up, angst/F, tae has been living with yoongi, his vampire roommate, who forgot to mention he had a vampire boyfriend roaming the globe, things get bad and then Better] ♥

i’d be lying if i said (i wanna be your friend) by raviolijouster [NAMSEOKMIN,T&up, F/lightA, pining, college!au, joon signs up for a free trial of a dance class, jimin tags alongs, hobi is their hot professor, everyone loves joon] ♥ (set in the same universe as x)

With sudden fall, it trails a thunderous ruin by monbon [NAMJINSEOK, G, fluff/humor, the hot dad au, seokjin fights the others at PTA meetings, hilarious] ♥

#fic rec #bts fic rec #fanfiction #namgi #2seok #taegi #yoonseok #yoonkook #taekook #yoonmin #minjoon #minimoni #sope #jinkook #jikook #vmon #vmin #hopekook

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jinships-ideas · 6 years ago

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BTS Run 59 & 60 - The Jin Harem

I took a short break but here’s the 2-part special! 58 will be up soon (hopefully) Let’s just begin~

We start off this Hotel episode with a cheap yoonjin knee-touch moment!

You know what?

After the yoonjin drought that was 57 & 58,

WE’LL GLADLY TAKE IT!

Joon eyeing Jin scratching his leg

Petition for Yoonjinjoon to always be seated next to each other

Our OT3 heart is weeping in joy

Jimin using Jin’s knee to push himself forward~

Small but very appreciated Jinmin moment right there!

Namjin Handshake after discovering they were partners

Yoongs: Really? In front of my salad?

Joon scooting closer to Jin

T^T

Namjin being off in their own isolated side

T^T

Dear Namjin,

You’ve been missed

Look at these nerds looking so ecstatic about being ‘Team Kim Seokjin’

WhO nEeDs JiN wHeN wE cAn BeCoMe JiN?

Jin: But I’m Right here? Team Kim Seokjin: LOLOLOLOL

2 more nerds joined in with the Seokjin Team train

Jin: Really? Ya’ll just gonna do me like this? Joon: Nah. This ain’t it

The infamous ‘couple watch’ that got Namjin shippers worldwide crying

Namjinists: WHO SAID NAMJIN WAS DEAD? Namjin: We did.

Touchy Jin back at it again

His willing target: Joon

Chim really threw himself to shove Jin with a whole Tae in between...

MAD UWU VIBES

JOON FINALLY BRAVED HIMSELF TO TOUCH JIN’S THIGH

Tae: This ain’t it Chim: *not accepting what just happened* Yoongs: Keep yo hands to yourself or you won’t have any JK: My fists can fly all the way there. Hobi: Enjoy it while you can... I’ll unalive you later

Biggest mystery: HOW TF is JIN STILL ALIVE WHEN HE IS IN SUCH CLOSE PROXIMITY TO JOON’S MEGA-WATT SMILE??

Tae smiling to himself at Jin’s incorrect team name

Tae kindly reminding Jin his ACTUAL team name

:’)

Kim seokjin’s guardian angel back at it with his job

On the other hand...

JK looks so happy after the Producer teased Jin about his incorrect answer

The editors are such cowards to not give us a full shot angle of Joon grabbing Jin’s wrists with a full on happy smile

GIVE US THE NAMJIN CONTENT WE DESERVE!!!

Namjin: *flirting* Chim: *Represents us Namjin shippers* YESSSSS Tae: *non-namjin shippers* I did NOT ask for this

Jk smiling after he corrected Jin’s team name

Jk is that guy that enjoys teasing his crush but feels happy after helping them too

LOOK AT NAMJIN’S HAPPINESS AFTER (They think) THEY GOT THE RIGHT ANSWER

In the excitement, Jin actually grabbed Joon’s whistle

But he let it go so Joon could properly grasp his hands in his own

THIS IS NAMJIN

The show producer: Not the hero we asked for, but the hero we needed

We have Jin laughing while looking at Joon since he messed up their team name (for the umpteenth time)

We have Chim laughing at Jin’s mistake

JINMIN spotted with matching scrunched up laughing faces

JK laughing at Jin’s mistake and cuteness

Namjin - Lost the point

But did they really lose though?

When they are looking like a million bucks while being so happy?

Jin CLEARLY was gunning for a hug

BUT JOON THE COWARD PUT UP HIS HANDS

So Jin switched for a hand grab instead

We may have lost a Namjin Hug scene

But we will gladly accept any penny of Namjin content we can get...

Let it remain though, that Jin was AIMING FOR A HUG...

Jin JUMPED UP in excitement

Namjin: *finally gets the point*

Joon: *did NOT get the point that Jin was aiming for a hug*

All the members looking glad for Namjin’s point XD

they really SUCKED at the game so much that the others are glad for them

Yoongs staring at Jin from afar...

Ft. WTF is Jimin doing, rubbing Tae’s knee for no reason while sitting like a penguin?

IDK why, but I’M HERE FOR IT.

A post about Vmin moments?

Jimin is US

HE IS ONE OF US NAMJIN SHIPPERS

Jimin: *A full-fledged Namjinist* Tae: *someone in the midst of becoming a full-fledge Namjinist*

Jimin: *trying to convert his fellow members to be Namjinists* Yoongs: Ok fine... Namjin is Kinda cute JK: I’m Onboard this Namjin train Hobi: *Still unconvinced*

THIS IS SO COUPLE-LIKE?

Person A whining and complaining about being teased by X to Person B

Meanwhile, Person B just enjoying his view of Person A

Jin casually looking at Joon’s face for inspiration...

T^T

He even gulped while staring at Joon...

If it’s not obvious by now, Namjin are just flaunting their moments in this entire hotel-based run

Jin: *literally falling due to a lack of balance since his legs are lifted*

Jin: *DOES NOT LET THE OPPORTUNITY OF HOLDING JOON’S HAND GO*

THIS IS PURE BLISS

For them and for us

Of course, Joon never leaves anyone asking for a high-5 hanging

The same can’t be said about the rest of BTS though...

-Insert sad violin music + all the times Joon’s hand has been left ignored-

Jin casually stroking Joon’s arms

Jin also proceeds to rant and nag Joon about not participating even when he knows Joon can get the point

Tae: That should be me...

Hands on thigh

all day every day

Of course, Joon gets hit when he gets it wrong XD

BLESS THIS ENTIRE 2 EPISODES

It has given us more Namjin content than the crumbs we’ve gotten for the past 2-3 years T^T

Jin instinctively reaches for the arm that is close to him...

But he pushes it away after realizing that Tae was fishing for the answer from Joon

BIGGEST UWU

Credit: Hobi who made Jin smile like this

Tae... Jin isn’t in your team XD

Don’t discuss with him

Tae listening in on Namjin XD

HAHAHAHAAH

OMG

NAMJOON WAS GIVING JIN FINGER HEARTS

OMGOMGOMGOMG

I touch you

You touch me

We’re just happy Namjinists~

(Please read in the Barney theme song tune)

I’M SHAKING

JIN?

FALLING INTO JOON?

YES PLEASE

Joon looks as though Jin sucker punched his arm or something XD

Don’t worry, he was groaning at getting the lyrics wrong, not from jin’s soft slap across his arm

Joon’s guns can take a few hits from jin

Namjoon? non non

ARMJoon is what he is

You think that’s it? NON NON

We are jumping straight into episode 60!

Let’s Get it~

Bubbly Jin casually touching Tae’s exposed knee~

Joon swerving out of Jin’s reach after he got the translations wrong

He knew he was gonna get hit

This is domestic

Noobs? NO

Noots? YES

Now we know, Jin nags/scolds in uwu-mode

noot!Jin with his pouty lips ranting at Joon for not trying hard enough at the game

(Please jin, you didn’t even get any right XD let Joon live XD )

JUSTICEFORJIMIN2K19

I love Joon, I love Jin

BUT LET’S BE REAL

JIMIN DID FANTASTIC

He practically gave everyone the answer but got snubbed XD

JUSTICEFORJIMIN!!!

Jin shaking his hand around until Joon grabs it

DOMESTICITY AT IT’S FINEST

That Taejin eye contact

Ft. Jin’s smile at Tae’s adorableness

(Notes: I actually have the same bunny hat thingy and being the crackhead that I am, I wore it while re-watching + writing this post)

This is crackhead culture

Jin: Let me just put my xxthousand dollars watch on this white fluffy thing

Tae’s cute face when he saw Jin’s antics

TAEJIN IS SO FCKING GREAT

WE LIVE

Ft. Namjoon eyeing the whole exchange

What do you know?

Namjoon immediately does the same with his xxthousand dollars watch

Namjin = crackhead duo

Couple watch + couple watch on bunny hat

Jin and Tae whining about wanting to eliminate Hobi from the game since he failed the round

Production team loves hobi ok? LET HIM LIVE

Hobi shooting love rays at Jin with his aegyo voice and his flapping bunny ears~

FORGIVE HIM JIN!

LOOK AT THE ADORABLENESS

HOW DO YOU NOT?!

Jin cheekily laughing it off when Joon whined about Jin’s team-kill move

Ft. Tae patting Jin’s back

Jin: Your name was all I could remember

IF THAT AIN’T A CONFESSION OF SORTS, IDK WHAT IS

That’s some romantic shit ok?

After that line, Jin proceeds to put his hand on Joon’s leg...

Mayhaps I’m a happy Namjinist

Ft. Bangtan being fellow Namjin shippers

Jin cheering on bunny!Joon who is up against real!bunny!JK with a smack on the back

Cheap!Jinmin moment where chim’s foot touches jin’s

But we’re desperate rn so we’ll take all that we can get

Tae’s knee touching Jin’s leg~

There’s plenty of space and Jin even lifted his legs to take up more space but...

Taejin: MUST.BE.CLOSER

Once again, Jimin is channeling his inner Namjinist

Mayhaps I alive’nt

Jin: Why are you snacking when there’s a priceless snacc right beside you? Joon: *nom* Jin: HECK! I’M AN ENTIRE FULL-COURSE MEAL!

Touchy Jin back at it again

His small and subtle nudges sends

His cotton bud fists

T^T

Dear Namjin,

Please NVR stop flirting

Sincerely,

EVERYONE

Jin’s little happy grab

Joon looking pleased AF

Happy Namjin is the BEST Namjin

NAMJOON YOU BIG DUMB DUMB

JIN OBVIOUSLY WANTED A HUG FROM YOU

T^T

HUGSFORJIN2K19

Because of Joon’s bad timing, they ended up with hand holding again

Joon you dummy

Jin CLEARLY GRabbed ONTO JOON’S HAND

but Joon the panicked boy hand to snatch his hand out of jin’s cotton bud grip

KIM NAMJOON. STOP PULLING AWAY!!!

As much as I nag about Joon ruining Namjin moments...

Is his arm alright?

Jin has hit it for god knows how many times...

PLease let ARMJOON be ok...

Tae: Seriously? Haven’t they had enough? Yoongs: That could’ve been me... JK: JUST SAY YOU WANT TO HOLD HIS HAND AND GO Joon: Who cares what you gays think. I’m marrying him. Chim: I’ve honestly seen enough Namjin for a long time Hobi: Disgusting

JUST HOLD HIS HAND FFS JOON

Yoongi becomes humble in front of a nagging Jin

IF THAT AINT DOMESTiCITY

Taejinists, we got some crumbs too!

This frame might seem normal to you guys

BUT take note that Jin was sitting with his right leg outstretched behind Joon

Which means when Joon leaned back, his arm was encasing Jin’s leg towards himself...

See it to believe it

This is some boyfriend culture right there

Namjoon probably thought no one would notice since everyone was distracted with the candy counting

BUT WE SEE IT ALL

T^T

Tae complaining that his scissors was ignored to a smiley jin

Jinnie happily hitting Joon before leaning into Joon’s thigh

Seriously those 2 are so domestic

WE LOVE

Is this love, yeah Is this love, yeah Sometimes I know, yeah Sometimes I don't, yeah

They’ve got both hands clutched together

IF THIS AIN’T YOUR SHIP

IDK WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU

Happiness radiates off them

There’s probably so many mentions of them leaning into each other to whisper already

But this bij will never get tired of it

This is Namjin teasing Jimin about his phrasing of words

Namjin are the evil uncles that make fun of the ones younger than them

They are being so comfortable with each other

Jin’s knee is practically on Joon’s thigh

And they are leaning against each other’s side

T^T

We’ve REALLY missed Namjin a lot

BLESS THIS TEamINg

That’s all for this post!

Hopefully, BTS Run 58 - The Jin Harem will come soon...

Hope you guys enjoyed the 2-part special!

Until Next time~

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vantemei · 6 years ago

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Masterlist

Taegi

Time of the Month Au: (Ongoing) Taehyung is a werewolf, Yoongi is ftm trans, and they bond over their times of the month completely unaware that they are talking about very different things.

Part one Part two Part three Part four Part five Part six Part seven Part eight Part nine

Bask in the Glow Au: (Ongoing) Min Yoongi was not expecting to accidentally find out that his roommate's sweet and shy younger is actually the lead singer of a well known underground punk band and he was absolutely not expecting to fall in love with him either.

Part one Part two

Half Drunk and Heartbroken Au: (Ongoing) Taehyung was waited all his life to meet his soulmate and Yoongi has spent all of his resenting them.

Part one Part two Part three Part four Part five Part six Part seven Part eight

The Road Not Taken Au: (Drabble) A writing project for a class based on the poem The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost. It’s gay and angsty

Part one

Modern Gods Au: (Ongoing) A taegi drabble based on a twitter thread au for a modern persephone and hades au.

Part one (twitter thread) Part two (doesn’t pick up where the tread ended)

Petty Revenge Au: (Ongoing) Yoongi is invited to his ex’s wedding and decides the best revenge is to show up with his ex’s favorite actor/model; international heartthrob Kim Taehyung.

Part one Part two

Prince and a Dragon Au: (Ongoing) Prince Taehyung has wanted nothing but freedom since he was a small child, he just never thought that freedom would come in the form of a dragon named Yoongi.

Part one Part two

Movie Night Au: (Drabble) Fluffy drabble about Yoongi looking looking back on days when he thought life would never get better while he’s cuddling with his boyfriend and hanging out with his best friends.

Part one

Pushing Daisies Au: (Completed) Yoongi's world dissolves in a fluttering calamity of red and white and it's the first time he ever regrets learning to love from a man named Kim Taehyung.

Part one Part two (Graphic depictions of gore)

A Werewolf Boy Au: (Ongoing) Au based off the 2012 movie A Werewolf Boy where Yoongi’s family moves to the countryside and he meets Taehyung, a boy who unlike anything he’s ever seen.

Part one

Always and Forever Au: (Completed) Yoongi was born with a soulmark, but in a world where meeting your soulmate is even rarer than having a soulmark, he never thought he would be one of the 'lucky' ones.

Part one Part two Part three Part four Part five Part six

Most Beautiful Moment In Life Au: (Completed) In a world full of ugly things and ugly people, Taehyung was Min Yoongi’s most beautiful moment in life.

Part one

Blow Me Off Au: (NSFW Drabble) Yoongi keeps blowing off plans with his boyfriend and Taehyung has finally had enough.

Part one

Tempest Au: (Drabble) Pirate captain Yoongi is in love with the sea and the beautiful creature who commands it.

Part one

Murky Water Au: (Ongoing) When Taehyung was a little boy he fell in a pond and was saved by a water spirit named Yoongi.

Part one

Possessive Au: (Drabble) Part of another ao3 series called Sx Years Suga where hybrid Yoongi is de-aged mysteriously and bangtan have to figure out how to take care of him.

Part one

My Roommate from Hell Au: (Ongoing) Botany major Taehyung accidentally summons a demon when all he’s trying to do is pass his entomology exam. They become roommates and eventually fall in love.

Part one Part two Part three Extra

House of Memories Au: (Ongoing) The last way Taehyung expected to find his ex-lover again was because of a bank robbery (feat. mob boss yoongi).

Part one Part two Part three Part four

“One baker’s special please,” Au: (Ongoing) Taehyung owns a cafe and is in love with the florist who works next door.

Part one

Chick Flick Au: (Drabble) Yoongi isn’t very good with sudden proclamations of love.

Part one

The Dangers of Making Coffee Au: (Drabble) Taehyung is starting to get suspicious of how many visits Yoongi makes to his ER per week.

Part one

Can’t Remember I Love You Au: (Ongoing) Angst and amnesia.

Part two Part three Part three Part five

Oranges, Rage Au: (Drabble) Word based drabble

Part one

Escape Au: (Drabble) Word based drabble

Part one

Sleeping Beauty Au: (Ongoing) The adventures of narcoleptic Taehyung and his best friends.

Part one Part two Part three

Tangled Au: (Ongoing) Taehyung gets a promotion at work.

Part one

“tae, m’sleepy.” Au: (Drabble) Yoongi catches a cold.

Part one

Insecurity Au: (Drabble) Two boys from daegu in a new world.

Part one

Dreaming Outloud Au: (Drabble) Taehyung talks in his sleep.

Part one

Domesticity Au: (Ongoing) Apparently I really like the ‘single dad falls in love with his baby sitter au’.

Part one

Casual Affections Au: (Ongoing) Taehyung and Yoongi are polar opposites, the distinguished and warm bar owner and the young punk cafe owner, but they fall in love anyway.

Part one

Taekook

Bunkook Au: (Ongoing) Jeongguk pisses off the wrong witch and who better to be found by in his humiliated state than unrequited, oblivious love of his life Kim Taehyung.

Part one

There For You Au: (Drabble) Comfort drabble requested anonymously. Jeongguk comforts Taehyung on a bad night. TW: implied domestic abuse and referenced child abuse

Part one

With Ears to See and Eyes to Hear Au: (Ongoing) Wounded werewolf Jeongguk is taken in by blind witch Taehyung and over the course of domestic days and chaotic nights he falls in love. One small problem; Taehyung has no idea he’s a werewolf, he thinks Jeongguk is just a regular wolf.

Part one Part two

Dead or Alive Au: (Ongoing) Robin Hood Au

Part one

Five Things Au: (A drabble from my ao3 series ‘A Life Together’) Jeongguk is given an assignment to write out his five favorite things and they all share one name; Kim Taehyung.

Part one

Dumbbells and Barbells Au: (Ongoing) Taehyung loses a bet and has to get his nipple’s pierced. It isn’t so bad when the man piercing him is super hot.

Part one

A Model Babysitter Au: (Ongoing) Jeongguk is in love with the beautiful university student next door who babysits his son.

Part one

Healing Au: (Completed) Taehyung heals Jeongguk in more ways than one.

Part one Part two

Beware Sword Wielding Models Au: (Ongoing) Jeongguk was just trying to do his job.

Part one

Dead Doves Au: (Ongoing) Soulmate au where you share sensations.

Part one

Pastel Flower Boys Au: (Ongoing) (NSFW) Taehyung gets a tattoo and pays back a favor.

Part one Part two

A Dragon and a Promise Au: (Drabble) Taehyung always keeps his promises.

Part one

Crushed Au: (Drabble) Taehyung breaks something precious.

Part one

Eye of the Storm Au: (Ongoing) Taehyung wanders into another world in the eye of a storm.

Part one

You’re My Palace Au: (Ongoing) Literally just gamer boyfriends taekook

Part one

Millennials Au: (Ongoing) Taehyung wanders out of a storm into the home of a centuries old demon and steals his rice and his heart.

Part one

Vmin

Kintsugi (金継ぎ) Au: (Completed) Drabble/Au about the bad days of recovery feat. ASD Taehyung and supportive Jimin.

Part one Part two Part three (tw: slight mention of self harm)

Pick Me, Choose Me, Love Me Au: (Ongoing) Famous actor Taehyung decides to get a companion hybrid and Jimin is, without a doubt, perfect.

Part one

Can’t Calculate Au: (Drabble) A fem Taehyung vmin drabble where Jimin comforts his girlfriend after a rough day in uni.

Part one

Jjinppang Au: (Ongoing) Jock Taehyung and class president Jimin.

Part one

Get Roasted Au: (Ongoing) Taehyung hates mornings; Jimin suddenly doesn’t mind them.

Part one

Sunrise Through the Leaves Au: (Ongoing) Jimin is in love with the forest and the god that walks among it’s trees.

Part one Part two

Shades of Grey Au: (Drabble) Jimin has seen in color for as long as he can remember until one day it’s washed away and replaced with cold, gut wrenching shades of grey.

Part one

Thread Au: (Drabble) Harry Potter/Soulmate Au

Part one

Blue Hydrangeas Au: (Ongoing) Jimin had no idea the handsome, bruised boy he let sleep on his couch during a storm was one of the richest heirs in korea.

Part one

Life of the Forest Au: (Completed) Jimin falls in love with the spirit of the forest he calls home.

Part one

Vmon

Silver Tears and Golden Kisses Au: (Ongoing) Vampire Namjoon pisses off his petty fae boyfriend. (continued on ao3)

Part one Extra

You’re My Paradise Au: (Ongoing) Wealthy Namjoon goes on vacation in hawaii and falls in love.

Part one

바다 (Sea) Au: (Drabble) Namjoon used to stand alone in front of waves and now he stands, hand in hand, in front of a sea.

Part one

Taejin

My Funny Valentine Au: (Drabble) Seokjin is trying to propose to his boyfriend and for some reason he keeps getting interrupted.

Part one

Taegigguk

Atrosanguineus Au: (Drabble) Yoongi had always wondered when he would meet his soulmate, if he would meet his soulmate. Imagine his surprise when he realizes he has two.

Part one

Namseok

Lost and Found Au: (Drabble) When you lose something, your soulmate finds it.

Part one

Namgi

Worth the Wait Au: (Drabble) Namjoon finally meets his soulmate and it was definitely worth the wait.

Part one

Vhope

Drunk Confessions Au: (Drabble) Hoseok has the most beautiful smile in the world.

Part one

Ao3 Link: jjangmei

Twitter Link: jjangmei

My Writing Tag: Listen to hyung

#uwu i finally did it #masterlist #just click the links yeet #this took so fucking long #listen to hyung #i'll try to update this regularly

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bangtanata-blog · 7 years ago

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Bite me!

Zombie Apocalypse AU - April Fools Day Special

Summary: Jimin is fairly sure he’s going to die.

[warnings: minor character deaths, light angst, crack treated seriously, hopeful ending. No pairing but I guess you can consider it vmin/jikook/jinkook/namseokgi if you squint reaaaaaaaaaally hard]

[...its REALLY a fic guys, really! so dont be afraid to click on the read more!! i promise its not a jump scare or screamer or anything. Im not that mean dskkhs]

Jimin is fairly sure he’s going to die.

He’s done a pretty good job in trying to stay alive, he supposes. It’s been close to two years since the breakout—thank God for lingering electricity he can use to charge his phone whenever he’s in a safe place, to be honest—and a lot of people had died when they fumbled and tried to stay alive. They should’ve watched more zombie movies or shows, Jimin from before would think, but Taehyung who watched zombie movies with him died too, sometime during winter last year, a few months after the breakout.

He died protecting Jimin.

Guess he should’ve been the one paying more attention to the movies, because he had been dumb and Taehyung… Taehyung had protected him. And died because of it.

“Run, Jiminie.” The idiot had the gall to smile his usual boxy smile, despite how strained it was, despite how his shoulder must’ve hurt from the bite that Jimin should’ve gotten instead of him.

Jimin thinks Taehyung must’ve known, inside, that despite the both of them having butchered some zombies in an effort to stay alive, Jimin wouldn’t be able to do the same to Taehyung. Jimin would rather die than do that to his best friend, even if said best friend was literally dying and would come back as a zombie out of all things.

Taehyung must’ve known, that Jimin was dying inside even if he wasn’t bitten, because Taehyung got bit and it was because of him.

Still—he smiled, the absolute idiot, still sweet and caring and just the very very best even until the very end, because he ushered Jimin outside and made him lock the door from outside, practically barricading the place.

Jimin was safe, but Taehyung was not.

Still, Jimin ran. Because Taehyung told him to. Because he promised, between frantic apologies and near endless tears, to live for the both of them. Because he promised to survive.

He ran out of the building, and never dared to come back.

(He’s a failure of a best friend).

After that, it was a solo effort to stay alive. He met some people along the way, travelled with them for awhile. But it was… different. He couldn’t trust them like he could trust Taehyung. Couldn’t rely on them like he could to his best friend.

(And if Jimin made his best friend die, what made them think he wouldn’t end up causing the same on a group of strangers?)

Some people told him it was his grief talking, but in all honesty, Jimin doesn’t really care. What matters is that he’s alive and he’ll continue on trying to stay alive.

It’s hard, sometimes. He’s tired, stressed, and sometimes he just wants to throw himself to the swarm of zombies somewhere in the city and just… follow his best friend.

(It’s lonely).

But then, he’ll remember the promise he’s made and he finds himself walking with renewed vigor, surviving and breathing and alive. Because how could he just waste the life Taehyung tried so hard to protect? He won’t do that. He can’t.

And so, he lives.

But of course, sometimes the universe just likes to fuck things up, because Jimin is fairly certain he’s going to die now.

He’s trapped, in a mall’s dressing room, out of all things. Surprisingly enough the place isn’t exactly swarmed with zombies, unlike some other places, but there are still a few; few enough for Jimin to sneak past and ignore, easily enough with his two years expertise of avoiding and murdering zombies alike.

He just wanted to nap. The dressing room is secluded enough and he wants to lock the door, lie down, and rest peacefully.

How is he supposed to know there’s a zombie in a fucking dressing room in the first place?

And now, he’s stuck. There’s a zombie in front of him, dragging their feet slowly towards him, complete with the rotting flesh and all. His weapons are lying a bit too far away for him to reach, and Jimin clenches his jaw.

Is this it? Is this the end for him?

Is he going to die in a dressing room? How lame must that be?

At least Taehyung got to die heroically, saving his best friend and all that, Jimin thinks a bit hysterically. He’s going to die in a dressing room because he’s too sleep deprived to think properly and he’s stupid and oh God he’s going to die now—

(“Stay alive for the both of us, okay?”)

Jimin chokes on a sob, squeezing his eyes shut. He’s trembling, he knows. He probably looks pathetic right now. If Taehyung’s here, he will probably laugh at Jimin.

(Or he will probably try to save him like back then).

(What an idiot).

The thing is, Jimin wants to stay alive. He wants to, really. It’s basically an ingrained response from him already. He has to stay alive. He has to fight back, run for his life. He has to survive. He promised. He has to.

He promised.

(“Love you, Jiminie.”)

His eyes snap open.

Sometimes, when someone is cornered, their behavior might not be something someone would choose to do if they’re calmer and more capable of thinking rationally.

The thing is, Jimin can’t really think rationally right now.

Which is why, when the zombie—who probably used to be a guy, from what little hair was left and the clothing—gets close enough to Jimin to bite him, Jimin—

Jimin, well—

He opens his mouth.

Chomp.

So.

Rotten flesh doesn’t taste good.

It doesn’t stop Jimin though.

He growls, practically digging his teeth deeper to the rotten flesh on the zombie’s exposed shoulder.

He bites the zombie first. Because fuck you, that’s why. Nobody is going to chomp on him without his permission, okay? If there’s anyone chomping on anything with their teeth, it’s Jimin.

Fuck the norm; he’ll bite on this disgusting zombie’s rotting skin before the zombie can do that to him. He’ll probably turn regardless, thanks to virus or bacteria or whatever, so it’s not like there’s any difference. Bet the zombie didn’t expect that though, ha.

(If he’s going to die in the middle of a zombie apocalypse, he wants to die on his terms).

(He hopes Taehyung won’t be that disappointed in him when he gets to the after life).

(Knowing his best friend though… He’ll probably just cackle).

Jimin releases the zombie, triumphant. He manages to find the strength to roll away from the zombie, wiping his mouth and grimacing over the aftertaste.

Now that he’s gotten some time to think over his actions, he finds himself a bit bewildered. Though now that it’s all over and done, he can’t really turn back time. He’s going to die here, he knows it.

Though, when he looks back at the zombie, confused as to why the thing hasn’t risen up from the ground, teeth snapping and basically pouncing on Jimin for some good warm flesh to chomp on, he finds himself gaping.

Because the skin, the flesh—that was rotten before and rotten when Jimin bit on it, it’s… growing? It’s growing, and it’s turning into… something fresher, something red and raw, before it’s slowly covered by layers and layers of new skin and holy fuck is it regenerating itself????

And so, for the next five minutes or so, Jimin is left sitting on the floor, gaping as the zombie’s body practically stitches itself back up, into something fresh and human like. And by the time it’s done, what was once the walking dead is replaced by a rather build young man, probably younger than Jimin, with jet black hair and flexing muscles that can be seen from the torn and dirty black hoodie the zombie had been wearing.

The young man—the zombie—is breathing, Jimin notices a bit hysterically. He’s breathing and blinking and shaking his head, as if trying to orient himself.

What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuc—

“What the fuck.”

The young man breathes out, sounding bewildered. Jimin almost yelps like a little girl.

Actually, he probably did, because the young man snaps his head to look at him, wide doe eyes meeting Jimin’s in full force.

Oh.

Oh, he’s attractive.

That’s so unfair, Jimin thinks. He’s a zombie, why must he be attractive?

“You—Wha?” The zombie—is he even still a zombie? Jimin is a bit confused now—tilts his head, eyebrows furrowed and mouth agape. “Wait… What happened?”

…Why is he asking Jimin that? He’s the one who wants to know what happened. One second he was a flesh eating zombie and now he’s an attractive young man wearing torn clothing. It’s Jimin who should be asking questions, really.

“I should be asking you that,” Jimin says, weakly. The young man is still staring at him, and Jimin wants to fidget away from the focused gaze settled on him. “You were about to eat me,” he says, and the young man chokes on his spit. “And you turned into…” He gestures to the other’s body, “this.”

“I—I was about to…?” He trails off, aghast. “Right, I was—I got bit. I should’ve… I was—I was a zombie?” Jimin nods. “And I was about to… eat you?” Another nod.

“Oh. Oh wow. I’m so sorry.” And the guy honestly looks sorry, which is a bit funny for Jimin, because wow, look at him! Chatting with a zombie (or a former zombie?), and the zombie apologized at him for trying to do zombie stuff and eat him.

God, what has his life come to? This is so crazy, and Jimin actually finds humor from this.

He giggles, not missing the way the other guy’s eyes seem to light up a bit at that or the slight flush on the man’s cheeks. He chooses to ignore it though, because there are more important matters to address, obviously.

“So… Why did you suddenly… turn back into… this, Mr. Zombie?”

“Jungkook,” the other man says, and Jimin blinks.

“Huh?”

“It’s Jungkook. My name. Jeon Jungkook. Not zombie. Um. Not anymore? I guess?”

“…Alright, Jungkook,” he lets, “you’re no longer… a zombie?”

The zombie—now named Jungkook—furrows his eyebrows. “I… Don’t think so?”

“You don’t have any lingering killing intent? Hunger for human flesh?”

“No, but I would like to eat some ramyeon, though.”

“Huh,” Jimin breathes out. Jungkook is no longer a zombie. His flesh grew back and now he’s back to be a functional human being. “How…?”

Jungkook shrugs. “What happened when I was about to, uh, eat you?”

“Uh,” Jimin blinks. “Um, well, you were about to eat me, and I was cornered, and my weapons aren’t nearby, so I kinda… bit your shoulder?”

Jungkook stares. He looks so dumfounded that Jimin has to stifle his laughter.

“You bit my shoulder?”

“Hey, I was desperate, okay! You were about to bite me, and I don’t like non-consensual biting.”

“So you… bit me.”

“Figured I’ll turn into a zombie that way too. I don’t know why I even did that. I panicked.”

“Have you ever bitten another zombie before?”

Jimin grimaces. “Of course not, why would I? Your shoulder tasted gross, you should know that. It’s all rotten flesh and everything, blergh.”

“You bit me.”

“I told you, I was panicking!”

“No, you bit me.” Jungkook presses. “You bit me and I turned back into human.”

….

“No fucking way.”

So, it turns out reverse biting a zombie can turn them back into human beings. Who would’ve known? Jimin would like to send a big FUCK YOU to the universe for not sending him this note earlier. Imagine the amount of grief he would’ve been able to avoid, gosh.

He’s not convinced with the theory, though, not really. That’s crazy and just because Jungkook magically turned back into a human once Jimin bit him, it doesn’t mean it’ll work for every zombies on earth, and Jimin isn’t exactly willing to try it out a second time.

But Jungkook is, and the guy somehow takes it into a challenge to convince Jimin about this reverse biting theory, because he’s fairly certain his hyung was here somewhere too, since they were shopping together here when they got bit and turned into zombies, and Jungkook wants his hyung back of course, so he’s going to bite his hyung, as if it’s normal.

Jimin wonders why all the attractive guys are a bit crazy. Taehyung was attractive and he was a bit too extra sometimes, too.

(He supposes he’s a bit crazy himself, though, since he was the one who initiated the first reverse biting in the first place).

But then Jungkook bites on an unsuspecting zombie’s arm with his bunny teeth and that zombie becomes Kim Seokjin, full of pent up yelling and puns, and yeah, Jimin is convinced.

They turned back the zombies in the whole mall in one night.

“Can we go here?” He points at the map. Jungkook and Jin—who chooses to follow Jimin around instead of going on a reverse biting spree like the rest of the ex-zombies at the mall. Jimin remembers enthusiastic Jung Hoseok who literally danced his way out of the mall, yelling about going to a studio and saving ‘Joonie and Yoongi-hyung’, whoever they are—blink at the spot he’s chosen, raising their eyebrows. They’ve been traveling together for awhile now, the three of them avoiding the places with swarms of zombies for safety purposes. They’ve started biting onto random zombies, turning them back to humans and sending them away on their merry ways since they found out the ‘cure’ for the outbreak. They still avoid the places with swarms of zombies though; reverse biting helps you jack shit if you get swarmed by dozens of zombies from all around, after all.

Jimin looks at the both of them, a small smile on his face.

“Isn’t that a factory?” Jin inquires, hefting his backpack.

“Yeah, I really wanna go there.”

“Why?”

“My best friend is there,” he smiles. “I bet he’s waiting for me to pick him up.”

Happy April Fools day, guys.

#bts #bangtan boys #bts fic #bts fanfic #bts au #park jimin #jeon jungkook #kim taehyung #its honestly mostly platonic #but should i tag the pairings anyways???#uh #vmin #jikook #at least its the one that can be p obvious if you squint #zombie au #misha writes #:)))))

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btsandvmin · 6 years ago

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Vmin - Dead or alive?

It’s almost getting funny… But it keeps happening year after year, and I think I am starting to see a pattern. How when BTS aren’t having many activities people suddenly start to worry about vmin not being close anymore. Expressions like “vmin is dead” pop up everywhere and suddenly even their own fans worry that they might have fallen apart.

What happens next?

A tour starts, or a new show begins, and suddenly there are plenty of Vmin “moments”; Vmin is once again “alive”, only to “die” again as soon as we don’t get daily content. It can literally change from one day of ISAC like moments until the next where they don’t talk during an interview or don’t interact much for a concert.

I’m a bit tired of this happening year after year, and even more often recently. So I made a really big post about it.

I am not lying when I say that a lot, if not most, Vmin moments happens in the background or when fans can observe them directly and we get fancams or photos. But even if we don’t get a lot of those moments, the ones we do get should be enough to know that they still care for and love each other.

There are also the rather impressive amount of backstage stories or talk about Vmin privately doing things together that reach us ARMY.

BTS are together pretty much every day, and Vmin is no exception. But just because they aren’t posting on twitter about it, that doesn’t mean that they don’t hang out or don’t care about each other.

Vmin is much more private than people seem to realize. So I am going to stuff you all with examples of how Vmin are together, and when we can usually except “moments” from them. Please remember these, or remind people of these things, the next “slow period” which I am sure will come.

First, whenever BTS are “let loose”, as in times when they are out in public for fans to observe them, we usually get a lot of Vmin interactions. It happens in the now, and isn’t edited. We can see how in such occasions Vmin are more or less gravitating towards each other, and how they tend to keep track of where the other is, often ending up in their own little world.

I will give a few examples of such occasions.

Concerts – The boys tend to become a little wild during concerts, and Vmin is no exception. We usually get a lot of Vmin interactions, some big and some small, and sometimes they aren’t even caught on camera properly.

I mean, even this Vmin kiss is such an underrated moment.

Fan meetings – You know what happens when Vmin are sitting next to each other during fan meetings? Their focus on each other is ridiculous at times, even when they have fans right in front of them. I’ve seen at least three videos where fans have pushed away Jimin or Taehyung from the other because they got too distracted.

Award Shows – Award season is usually very heavy with Vmin moments, and they more or less make sure to end up together. Vmin wants to sit together, and usually ends up paying each other more attention than the actual show going on.

TV-performances - In “just sit or stand wherever you want” types of situations, like when shows end or when they monitor, it’s definitely not unusual to see Vmin being almost clingy. Or at the very least keeping track of each other.

There is also behind the scenes, which we also don’t see as much of as people might think, and quite often it happens in the background. In fact, in some cases for behind the scenes footage, or vlives (that are actually live and can’t be edited), we sometimes see Jimin trying to “get rid of Taehyung” or them stopping “a moment” when they notice a camera.

We know how much they care about each other. I don’t know how people can forget.

They also constantly monitor each other. Just a few examples: Proud Jimin looking over nervous Taehyung being the MC. Their “You were distracted by my butt.” conversation for Dope MV making. Taehyung watching Jimin’s Lie performance in the BG while they are in the dressing room fro KBS Song Festival. Taehyung saying “Whoa, so handsome” while looking at Jimin through the camera while filming Gayo. Jimin staying to watch Taehyung act or visiting him on set etc.

Not to mention how often you can see them lock eyes or look at each other during performances. They seek each other out a lot.

Also, need I remind you that behind the scene moments like these happens:

Other examples are the stories they talk about, the heard but never seen moments, and they are plenty.

Vmin stargazing every night in Hawaii. Vmin being together at a café on the last day of Chuseok. Vmin going to the snow festival together in Sapporo and playing in the snow. Vmin going on a museum date, which was filmed for Burn the stage, but never shown. Vmin walking along the harbor late at night. Vmin running out to play at night, going to a internet café, getting caught and getting the whole group grounded. Vmin riding bikes along Han river and eating Ramen. Vmin going Gucci-shopping together in New York. Vmin fighting in the park close to their dorm. Vmin going to visit Yeontan together. Vmin going to get henna tattoos together. Vmin going out to eat and walk in the park alone in Bergen. And so on, I think you all get my point.

They also seem to watch each other’s vlives, especially considering how they often mention what the other did in a vlive. RM’s comment seems to make it almost expected.

And we know for a fact that Vmin take plenty of pictures and videos of each other, but we don’t get to see most of them. But just by the amount of times they are caught taking pictures together, you can be sure that it’s happening way more often, which we don’t get to see at all.

You even have people around them calling them soulmates, or RM talking about how others comment on how Vmin seems to be close and so on. There is absolutely no need to make things like that up. There really is no denying how close Vmin are. And frankly, using “dead“ or “alive“ to describe any relationship in BTS is plain stupid.

Jimin and Taehyung’s relationship is honest and private. We don’t get exposed to most of it, but rather hear it in the mentions as they bring up small comments about time spent together. They don’t show much of it by posting on twitter but why does that mean they “are dead”? Not to mention when they do get together we usually get really great content. They don’t owe it to their fans to provide us with moments. It’s theirs, and the time they spend together is obviously something precious to them. Shouldn’t that tell you enough?

So, at least for me, I don’t mind not getting “fed” constantly, because I can still tell by the small things we do see how much Taehyung and Jimin mean to each other.

Let Vmin be private without calling their relationship dead.

#vmin #taehyung #jimin #bts #relationship analysis #long post #my post #photo #gif #vmin is dead #vmin is alive #btsandvmin #vmin loves each other #love #soulmates

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jimishoney · 6 years ago

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Hey you should rec some of your most recent favourite fics (if you want no pressure) preferably not to much angst I’m a baby with a weak heart lol I just wanna know what you have been up to reading recently. Hope your doing good

okay so since i didn’t know if there were specific ships or like fic length preferences that you wanted, i just kinda got together ten fics from my recent history that i enjoyed (also don’t worry there won’t be too much angst, i have a weak heart too)

Sweeter Than Sweet by ChubbyBunny91 (Minjoon - Words: 80731) - i haven’t finished reading this one quite yet but i really enjoy it!

When Kim Namjoon’s father dies unexpectedly, his mother announces that their son would be the one to take over the company.

The only issue is that Namjoon hasn’t been in contact with his family for years and his mother has no knowledge that he has been living a secret life as a father of two all this time.

Dragon Star by jonghyunslisterine (Jikook - Words: 9962)

In which Prince Jungkook tries to save his kingdom and a dying forest all at once (and meets a clever water spirit along the way).

paw prints by mintea (Jikook - Words: 10415)

Jeongguk never meant to start bringing treats for the cats that live behind campus. He didn’t mean to fall for the guy who feeds them, either.

to the moon and back by kaythebest (Vmin, Vminkook - Words: 82277)

“The other kids think that Jimin is strange. And he is, to be fair. Sometimes Jimin talks to people that aren’t there. Sometimes he starts crying, randomly, and then a moment later the wailing siren of an ambulance or police car can be heard outside. Sometimes he just shuts down and won’t talk to anyone.”

Jimin and Taehyung are basically professionals. When they’re called in to deal with a werewolf terrorizing a small town, they know the deal.

Things are rarely as they seem.

who you gonna call? (kim taehyung!) by namakemono (Vmin - Words: 17145)

Taehyung doesn’t believe in ghosts. He believes very much, however, in profiting off of those who do. Hauntings, seances, contacting dead relatives, he does it all.But there’s just one thing: none of it was supposed to be real.

Pandemonium by Charmander (Jikook - Words: 38545)

Growing up, Jungkook was never allowed to go near the circus, his parents wishing to keep him away from the life they lived as teens. But when he sneaks off with his best friend to watch it he finds himself head over heels for the talented aerialist, Park Jimin.

Jimin, it would seem, notices Jungkook too. Drawn by the performer’s unnatural beauty, the freshly graduated teen finds himself pulled into the nomadic life of a troupe with secrets darker than he could have ever imagined.

Surviving Jeon Jungkook by weliveandbreathwords (Jikook - Words: 20493)

There are four things that are world known about Jeon Jungkook:1. Do not make eye contact with him2. Do not talk to him3. Do not do anything to aggravate him4. Do not fall in fucking love with him

Unfortunately, Jimin failed them all.

Or,The time that Jimin had to sit next to the notorious Jeon Jungkook and had to do all he could to come out alive.

one shots to melt your heart:

park jimin. that’s it, that’s the title. by petrichorian (Jikook - Words: 1849)

In the following stupidly long and idiotic essay I will explain why Park Jimin makes me want to die every time he breathes. I will do so by using examples of times when my heart stopped for a second too long and I felt like I was going to pass out. Enjoy.

To the sky by chihiro (Vmin - Words: 1163)

Jimin is tired and he just happens to see a very attractive stranger offering free hugs.

You stole my heart (and my living room furniture) by Kingkiwi (Jikook - Words: 1724)

Jimin’s just a poor college student trying to make it to his degree without starving. After a long night of studying, he comes home to a baffling case of breaking and entering:

There was a man standing in the middle of his empty living room looking vaguely horrified. He was around Jimin’s age with dark hair, a bit of a baby face, some piercings, and a baggy hoodie. Jimin’s single box of Fruit Loops was clenched in one hand.

#ask #anon #rnj #fic recs

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bwitchinghour · 7 years ago

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Bewitching Hour 2017 - Reveals

Your mods are so pleased with this fest! We hope that everyone has had as much fun as we have :) Without further ado, here are your Bewitching Hour 2017 participants!

Day One

follow me down (swallow it down)

| ireallydontknowok | jikook

Jimin is tired. He's dragging his feet whenever they go anywhere, is always late to dinners and falls asleep during every movie they watch. He wears sunglasses indoors to try and hide the bruises under his eyes, but everyone knows. Jungkook is worried.

Head Above Water | bugarungus | vmin Jimin's dreams usually have meaning. That's why it's so important for him to rescue the boy from his nightmares before something happens to him outside their dreams.

a song of fire and fruit smoothies | teecysh | minjoon Namjoon is part dragon, and to his complete and utter embarassment, he can't stop collecting cute things for his hoard. Which would be fine except Jimin is the cutest person he's ever seen and it's becoming a real struggle not to collect him too...

White Strings of Gulls | atechamcham | vmin The life of a pirate has always been about gold, glory, power, and conquest. That's what Captain Taehyung's been taught all his life. All Jimin wants is to keep Taehyung alive. One day his magic won't be enough.

Dead Leaves | golden_kimono | yoonkook Jeongguk is a big fan of the TV show Dead Leaves, especially of Suga, one of the main characters. After writing a particular fanfic, he suddenly gets sucked into it himself and is up close and personal with the characters he admires so much. Is it real? Is it a dream? And will he find out his purpose before it's too late? (And does he really want to leave Suga?)

interlude | midnightghostwriter | gen in which a hobby for music gets jung hoseok unexpected attention and more trouble than he ever signed up for.

So Gold (We’ll Be Alright) | onceandforall | jinkook Jeon Jungkook is the witch community's next big thing and he needs all the help that he can get. or Five times Seokjin helps Jungkook and one time where everything works out how it's meant to be.

Day Two

call it magic (when i’m with you) | kthpjm | vmin Taehyung wonders how long he’s been in love with Jimin. Knows that he probably always has been.

Not everything happens for a reason | JimineexTae | vmin Taehyung believes in the reality of cause and effect, a predictable world where he already has everyone and everything figured out.And then Park Jimin and his existence somehow manages to ruin it all.

Why Did It Have To Be You? | realstadt | taekook In which Taehyung gives his sworn nemesis, Jeon Jeongguk, a love potion by accident.

Those Who Wander Are Lost | May Greene (btsmee) | gen It didn't matter. All returned eventually. None had ever truly left. Time was irrelevant.

I put a spell on you (and now you’re mine) | cosmicoffee | taegi, 2seok, minjoon To retrieve the heart of a fallen star, Min Yoongi ventured out into the woods one night. He instead was faced with a witch, who's broom had caught fire, holding onto a quest that was destined to change everything Yoongi had ever come to know.

Taste of Magic | thedarkestdawn | namkook Rookie witch Jungkook is apprenticed to newly qualified Namjoon.Neither of them are all that happy about this.

On Your Mark | Namless | namkook It's Namjoon and Jungkook's first time meeting. One wishes for something and the other's only there to fulfil this wish. Their only common point might be their unusual life mark. Except nothing goes accordingly: client and employer shouldn't feel some kind of attraction, really shouldn’t.

Day Three

Crinus Muto | apocryphalic | vmin Park Jimin's a sixth-year Prefect, top in his year in nearly all subjects except one: Transfiguration. Help is forced upon him in the form of Kim Taehyung, a fellow sixth-year with the rare gift of being born a metamorphmagus. Jimin's never been fond of Taehyung and when a spell goes awry, he's left to take care of Taehyung. Jimin learns that appearances are rarely what they seem and that quite possibly, he's misjudged Taehyung all along.

My Demons Follow Me | paechtae | taegi Taehyung let out a laugh that bordered on hysterical and rubbed at his eyes with the heels of his palm.“Okay going with the line of you eat my fucking dreams, which rude you didn’t even ask first, just– why?” You did ask though. Taehyung didn’t bother with responding this time, busy trying to figure out what exactly the demon was talking about. The demon reached back for the notebook again. You’re a very loud person when you sleep Kim Taehyung. You should be careful what you say and ask for. Crueler things in this world could have heard you.

through the looking glass | deuxoiseaux | namseok, namgi, yoonseok, namgiseok when kim namjoon finds a mysterious book in a language he's never seen, bookmarked with an address that doesn't exist, he can't help but be curious. drawn into a mirrored world that is at once familiar and impossible, with a man he's not sure he can trust, namjoon becomes an unwilling pawn in a struggle that can only end in death. all paths lead in a single direction, forward or back, and time is running out.

Vampire Vs. The God of Destruction | lulublue1234 | namgi Yoongi's a vampire who's lived for three thousand years. Namjoon's a human prone to accidents. When the vampire unknowingly saves the human from the clutches of a Trickster, he finds himself soul-bonded to the man. Now Yoongi's irritated because....he likes the disruption more than he wants to admit.

there are many names in history (and none of them are ours) | ireallydontknowok | yoonkook, 2seok, vmin

unravel | homopoetic | yoonmin Jimin is a Third-Eye. He can't touch people skin to skin because the contact lets him see into their minds, viewing all their thoughts and secrets and desires at once. Yoongi's brother is a king. (Yoongi's brother is a cobra.) Changwoo sinks in his fangs, injects venom, takes what he isn't his. Yoongi's taken the poison, survived even as it permanently destroyed the layer of skin that keeps infections out, and built up a precarious sort of immunity. He's the only one who can do it. Yoongi is a prince. He's twenty-four years old. He's been grieving a loss for seventeen years now. No one noticed before. That's why he needs to keep Jimin.

Burns Blue | themarmalade | minjoon Jimin is used to relying on the wall he's built up in his mind to block out the constant swarm of thoughts and voices to get through a shift at work, to get through life. Namjoon, his shy new coworker, has an aura so loud it makes everything else go quiet. Jimin hates it. Jimin craves it. Jimin decides not to think about it. Namjoon, however, definitely thinks about him.

the pearl in the pond | hotpepperhoney | jinmin The mermaid rolled around and pressed his cheek to the sand, a happy sigh passing through his lips and blowing the sand near his face back into a small dune. Jimin leaned closer in the bushes, bracing against a nearby tree. He wanted to see more. The mermaid’s back sloped from the widest pair of shoulders he’d ever seen. Sand stuck to sections of his back and arms, a small river of sweat forming between the dip of his bowed spine. Jimin swallowed dryly. He had back dimples. His hand slipped.

Day Four

I’m drinking something lethal (must be you) | synecius | vmin Kim Taehyug, the self-proclaimed best Potions Maker in all of Dahlia, would be the first of his profession to have invented, prepared, and successfully completed the Most Powerful Love Potion Ever Created. But, does that really matters if it doesn't work on the one and only person he loves?

a letter to the moon | words_unravel | ot7

Graced | plantlet | gen Jeon Jungkook hates to be touched. He also hates his nightmares. But mostly, he hates to be alone.

Pieces of a whole | goodbyelover | yoonkook In a world where magic is just every day life and there's a slew of gods and goddesses to follow, Jungkook is just trying to do his best. Everything begins to change when he meets a mysterious tattoo artist named Min Yoongi.

fireflies | kaythebest | vmin When Jimin is six, his brother catches a fairy in a jar.

I know you; I walked with you once upon a dream | anatomiadea | yoonseok In a society where humans and supernatural creatures coexist together, Yoongi is a cursed human who he has been asleep for 500 years. Namjoon is the witch who was assigned to teach Yoongi about modern world, but he wasn´t able to find time to properly help the man and he asked his friend Hoseok, an earth witch, for help. Hoseok starts teaching Yoongi everything about the 21st century and Yoongi ends falling in love with the boy who looks so much like an old lover he had 500 years ago

Firepower | eclecticat | namjin, yoonseok If there’s one thing Kim Seokjin is expecting to see inside his freezer, it’s not a small scaly lizard lounging on top of his ice tray and eating an extremely small scoop of his expensive pistachio ice cream.

Dude, Don’t Be Scared | sunshlneboys | vmin It's 7am on a Saturday, It's not really going the way Jimin had hoped. He's currently handcuffed in a decidedly unsexy way, sitting in his living room and being questioned for murder by fairy police officers. All while his boyfriend sleeps peacefully upstairs. His weekend's not really off to a great start.

Day Five

Kindred Spirits | makitaechim (MnM_PD) | vmin, yoonjin Three Spell Casters. Two Roommates. Two best friends. One fucked up phone. One hell of a game. Will everyone survive a spell gone wrong?

every road leads back to you | vminism | vmin Taehyung knew, from the very first moment he met Jimin, that he was out of this world, unforgettable. He was only half right.

and we return to the beauty [from which we came] | spookynat | yoonmin yoongi is a writer and jimin is his come-to-life character

you’d think me rude but i would just stand and stare | melanic | vmin

There’s a Honey | mnsg | taegi Yoongi wakes up one morning to discover that everything he wished for has come true.

Keep You Alive | tinytaegi | vmin Jimin was about to go back to sucking his blood, but Taehyung kept giggling and Jimin murmured an annoyed “shut up”. Taehyung couldn’t hold back his laughter anymore. “No, you shut up.” Jimin wanted to talk back but suddenly, it was as if his lips were glued together. The other was wheezing by now, doubling over before looking into Jimin’s eyes with a mischievous grin. “Get on your knees, babe.” And Jimin’s body moved on its own. or One bad life decision leads Jimin to be dependent on the most hated vampire in the city.

the sky that ate up the blue sea | krystaljung | jihope

Min Yoongi: Author and...Magical Prince? | quebaek | yoonseok “My lord.” Jungkook started. “No, stop!” Yoongi stood up, “Quit saying that. I’m not your lord. I’m a writer. I write novels. And you aren’t a page, okay? You’re just a barista at Starbucks. I don’t know how I got in this castle, but I don’t belong here and I’m not going to keep sitting on this goddamn throne all day.”

find me in your depths (save me with your soul | vminskook (Mery_Strider_Egbert) | taekook Kim Taehyung, a sworn knight to the royal family, is sent to Earth to find Jeon Jeongguk, the long-thought dead prince of the kingdom of Vescaria.

we who bore the mark | tendershipping | vminkook Each summer, Jeongguk and Seokjin take a backpacking trip. This year, they're separated, and Jeongguk finds himself very lost and far from alone.

Day Six

Crocodile Tears | larryflurry | yoonmin, namjin "I'm sorry, I thought you were someone else." He said as his round cheeks started to turn a shade of pink, almost the same pink as his fluffy hair. Almost. "Sorry to disappoint you then" Yoongi stated in response. "And honestly, I thought you were supposed to be something else."

or the one where Jimin wasn't exactly what Yoongi was supposed to be looking for, but he found him and he's not about to complain about it

He’s a Phantom | feihart | jihope Jimin could hear the hushed voices of his parents discussing his poor performance with his physics’ teacher. They’ve had the same lengthy discussion so far with the chemistry teacher, the math teacher and the English teacher, his parents’ good mood dropping with each bad review they get. When asked, Jimin didn’t have a better explanation for them other than ghost-fighting and keeping up grades was hard to balance—but he couldn’t quite tell them that. OR That Danny Phantom AU nobody asked for.

#bewitching hour 2017 #reveals #master list: 2017 #bts

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perpetually-jungshook · 7 years ago

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Taehyung: Deer in the Headlights

a one shot, off-shoot request of the series: A Very Tragic Boy with Enormous Wings

Private request: ...then I wish for a conclusion on [Wings] vmin || I wish to know what happened after chim lost his wings. Did they meet again? How did they meet in the first place? Are they good friends or romantically involved?

Genre: AU, fantasy, angst

Word Count: 2.2k

photo credit: merimask on etsy (go look their masks are super cool)

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“C’mon Jiminie, just a little longer,” this encouragement is more for me than him as I stumble forward, almost collapsing under Jimin’s weight when I place my foot on an uneven part of the sidewalk. As soon as I regain my balance, the cold pinprick of a small droplet stings my cheek, likely having fallen from the dark clouds looming ominously overhead, threatening a storm. He never minded the rain, but thunder and lightening makes me nervous, skittish. I still have time. Just a bit.

My head throbs where they sawed off my antlers. At first, I wanted to shed them naturally, but that might have taken weeks and Jimin didn’t have weeks. I couldn’t leave him at the warehouse, not by himself.

We have to get back to the Hive. We just have to get back…

Jimin doesn’t respond.

“Namjoon’s gonna take care of everything,” I pant heavily, weakly trying to shift around my companion’s dead weight. He pinches my tail, which I thought had been tucked safely in my pants. Worst piggy back ride ever. My voice is quiet, “It’ll be fine. You’ll be fine.”

Jimin says nothing.

My pace picks up with adrenaline as soon as I see the wharf. Knees shaking as I descend the familiar set of wooden steps, I sigh in relief when I see him.

“Well! If it isn’t my favorite homo-cervidae,” Hoseok gives me a lopsided, warm smile, one of his large ears twitching playfully. “I would say nice rack but… you seem to have lost your antlers.”

He giggles. I ignore the comment.

“Hey Hobi, I’m gonna need a ride for two,” I stop at the edge of the concrete walkway just shy of the dock, sweaty palms starting to lose traction on Jimin’s legs.

“Who’s your friend?” he leans over the side of the speed boat, tilting his head to see around mine, ears flicking back for a moment in distrust. Like homo-cervidae, the homo-equus breed is easy to startle, keen on distrust, but because both Hoseok and I are less than fifty percent fauna, the instinctive responses are occasionally not as strong. Occasionally.

“Jimin.”

“Park Jimin?”

“Yeah.”

“I thought he had wings.”

I can feel my friend’s breath lightly fanning across my neck and shoulder. When I found him, two days after his surgery, he’d seemed dazed, almost half asleep, maybe drugged. In the three hours we’ve been together, he hasn’t said a word. I’m not sure if he’s even awake right now. So I answer for him with a quiet, “He… did.”

“I’ll be damned,” Hoseok leans on the railing, looking both shocked and cynically amused. “Did he sell them?”

I nod.

“Hopefully that money goes a long way for you,” Hoseok looks at me like he wants some of that money that’s “hopefully going to go a long way.”

“It will,” I assure him vaguely, even if the payment isn’t for me. “Now passage for two please.”

The man with the horse ears pouts. He won’t ask me explicitly for a fee, knowing I know Namjoon and he’s the one who pays Hoseok to do this, unless he wants to lose his job. Or worse.

“Right,” Hoseok winks, his next words sarcastic, “May I see your tattoos?”

With my hands supporting Jimin, I can’t really show him the inked symbols. I would usually try to humor him, but not now.

“Cut the crap. You know I have them.”

“What about him?”

“He’s with me.”

Hoseok rolls his eyes, “I gotta check-”

“Just let us on.”

There’s a pause as Hoseok gapes at me. I hate to be stern, but Jimin doesn’t have the time for us to horse around like normal.

“All aboard then. Toot toot, motherfucker.”

With a couple unsteady steps, I manage to successfully board the boat and lower Jimin in one of the seats. I turn to look at him, my precious, broken best friend. His eyes are open, but glazed over. The only thing that tells me he’s alive is the consistent rise and fall of his abdomen as he breathes.

I feel his forehead with the back of my hand. Temperature feels a little too warm for a homo-avian. With a sigh, I pull him against me and take a peek at his bandages. They’ll have to be changed soon. I gently lean Jimin back, reaching into my deep jacket pocket to pull out the bottle of pills I’d found on him. Two every six hours? When was the last time he had taken them? I can’t tell if they’re antibiotics or pain meds. I don’t want him to overdose, but what if he dies from infection? It’s been three hours since I found him. The bottle feels pretty full, but it’s also open. What if he hasn’t taken any in two days? That might be dangerous. So, I can take a chance, right?

Hoseok starts the boat, motor roaring, and I fall into a seat beside Jimin, wrestling open the cap.

Cold sea spray creates a pins and needles effect on my cheeks, my eyes naturally squinting to protect against the salt. I have to yell to be heard, “Okay Jiminie, you gotta swallow these. It’s just two tiny pills. Can you do that for me?”

He doesn’t respond.

I reach across the small gap and pinch his cheeks between my thumb and index finger, parting his chapped lips. This is no easy task, considering the bounce of the boat as we navigate the choppy waves. I quickly slip the two little blue capsules into Jimin’s mouth and massage his throat until I think he’s swallowed them.

A mix of fear and heartbreak pinches in my chest.

“We just have to find Namjoon,” I whisper, barely able to hear myself over the sound of the motor. “He’ll know what to do.”

My hand finds the two checks in my pocket. Still there. He has to know what to do.

Uncharacteristically, I’m not really in a talkative mood, which seems to put off Hoseok. I wouldn’t go so far as to call us friends, but we’ve had our fair share of chats. Yet… I can’t bring myself to be polite right now, and he only tries for conversation a couple times before dropping any further attempts. I’m not sure whether he finally senses something might be wrong or just gets bored of me not reciprocating interest.

The hour long boat ride seems to drag on for days. Has Jimin’s face always been this pale? Has his breathing always been this shallow? Temperature this high? I feel helpless.

The giant structure approaches slowly on the horizon. On a rocky outcropping lies the silhouette of jagged wood, sheet metal, netting, and pieces of cloth flapping in a wind that brings the smell of rot to my nose. The Hive. Home. It’s more of a conglomeration of salvaged trash than a “building,” but it’s where I know I’ll be safe.

It’s where I know Jimin will be safe.

The clouds have thickened substantially overhead and I’m not really sure anymore whether the spray I feel on my face is entirely from the ocean or if some of it is from rain. I look over at Jimin to find him staring straight ahead, but there’s no sign of recognition or relief in his expression. There could be so many things wrong. When was the last time he had gotten food or water? Is he sick? Is he cold? I take off my jacket and wrap it around his shoulders, shirt stiffly damp from the sea spray.

“Almost there, Minnie,” I whisper, pressing my face into Jimin’s shoulder, trying to get some form of comfort from his familiar smell or the feel of his body heat. “It’ll be fine. You’ll be fine…”

The rain beat down around me in sheets, causing an unrelenting tremble to weld me to the sidewalk. I’d tried to take shelter in the lobby of one of the massive corporate buildings, but they’d kicked me out. So I found myself underneath the eaves of a building, the drops coming down with so much force that they splashed and got me wet anyway.

A flash of lightning gave me enough warning to close my eyes and cower before the roll of thunder.

I didn’t know how long I had been sitting out here, but my body had grown numb to the cold. So when the cold pricks of rain drops stopped hitting my skin and the slight warmth of body heat enveloped me, I couldn’t help but force myself to crack one eye open.

Eyes bright, cheeks flushed from the chill, a young boy stood in front of me, peppered wings spread wide to shield me from the rain.

A homo-avian. A young one, maybe my age, no more than twelve or thirteen. He was still growing into his wings.

“It’s not good to sit outside during a storm,” he said, voice quiet, soothing.

Body shivering too hard to be trusted to speak properly, I simply nodded.

“You got someplace to go?”

I shook my head.

He offered me his hand with a small smile, “Well now you do. I’m Jimin, but my friends call me Minnie. So you can call me Minnie. Cuz we’re friends now.”

I somehow managed a smile too as I took his extended hand and he hoisted me up.

“Wow, you’re like, really cold. But we’ll get you all warmed up. I have a friend with a house not too far from here,” he kept our hands connected as he walked and talked, explaining everything to me with a generous dash of enthusiasm. We turned a corner, then he paused, “What’s your name, by the way? I didn’t ask.”

I got out a wobbly,“Taehyung, but my friends call me T-”

A flash of lightning and the immediate rumble of thunder cut me off, causing me to drop into a squat and tremble. Stupid instincts. At the edges of my attention, I could see Jimin lower down slowly, spreading one of his wings over my shoulders.

“Well Taehyung, I’ve got you. We’re almost there,” he assured soothingly. “It’ll be fine. You’ll be fine.”

I leaned against Jimin like my life depended on it. It probably did. The small stubs of antlers on my head probably dug into his cheek as I nuzzled against him, searching for comfort. But Jimin said nothing in protest. He just smiled and kept his wing around me.

Hoseok stops the speed boat next to a short rotted dock. He ties up and hops out, offering to help me with Jimin in exchange for a tart but humorous, “Man, you’re lucky I like you. This is not in my job description.”

With a quick check to my jacket pocket to make sure the money is still there, I give Hoseok a grateful pat on the shoulder and a polite “be careful with the storm” before hoisting Jimin onto my back and trudging up the gravely pathway toward the sheetmetal gates. They open slightly to reveal a familiar man.

Namjoon’s eyes widen as he rushes forward and I sigh in relief when I see both of his irises are a light grey, almost white. No darkness today. Thank god. I don’t know what I would’ve done if he had been going through an episode.

“How’s he doing?” Namjoon asks, taking Jimin off of me to place the broken boy on his back.

I adjust the jacket on my friend’s shoulders before responding, “He hasn’t said anything to me since I found him. I- I’m worried.”

Namjoon begins walking, the gates opening a bit wider to let us through. His voice is deep and quiet, “Did you give him the medication?”

“Yes.”

“Then he’s probably processing the shock. You know how homo-avians are sensitive after medical procedures,” Namjoon says as he guides us through the gravely, damp, muddy maze of dark corridors. “We’ll just make sure he’s eating, drinking, and sleeping. He’ll get it out of his system eventually.”

His tone is less cold than matter-of-fact.

“Don’t worry, Tae, we’ll take care of him,” Namjoon says as he turns into a doorway and gently sets a very limp, soaked Jimin down on a stained mattress. I immediately bend to remove the jacket, his shoes, and socks as my companion places a threadbare blanket over him. “We take care of everyone here.”

“I know,” my response is hollow with dismay and fear. I reach into the pocket and remove the checks, handing them to Namjoon with the slightest bit of reluctance. “Is this enough?”

He opens the folded envelopes and glances at the numbers, nodding, “It’ll cover the kid’s medical bills.”

The smallest bit of weight lifts from my shoulders, but then I look down at Jimin and my heart sinks into my stomach. This is my fault…

But like Jimin says, it’ll be fine. It’s always fine.

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seung-mi96-blog · 8 years ago

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Wrecked Fate (VMin) || The Bereaved

Words: 536 Chapter: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 Status: On-Going Sequel to my One-Shot: The Only Way Out

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Namjoon couldn't believe what he saw. The kind and charming girl he had just met in the bar had commited suicide. He was shaking. He never saw something as cruel as this before. Not knowing whom to tell about it, he went back to the bar. Seokjin's shift hadn't ended, yet, so Namjoon asked him to pour him one more drink. "I... I just saw someone dying... I... I couldn't hold her back...", he said. Tears were forming in his eyes. "Did you know her?", Seokjin asked his friend. He nodded. "It was the girl from the bar earlier", Namjoon explained. He then remembered that Seokjin was the one, who held him back from dragging her to his home. "If you wouldn't have interefered she would still be alive!" He started shouting at his counterpart. Seokjin was shocked. Like, really shocked. He couldn't believe Namjoon's words at all. "If you just would have let her go with me...", Namjoon continued mumbling. He didn't even know why he was that sad about a girl, he had just met. A girl, who hadn't any connection with him. Still, she made him happy by just talking to him. "I will never forget the look on her face... I'll never forget the way her body got intertwined by the water" "Calm down, Namjoon. You couldn't do anything for her" Seokjin tried to encourage his friend. Namjoon just shook his head. It was too much for him. He asked for another drink. Poured down one after another. After a while Taehyung came back to search for his little sister. "Didn't she come back?", he asked Seokjin. Disapproval. "She will never come back!! She is dead! The river has eaten her alive!", Namjoon screamed at the top of his lungs in his drunken state. Seokjin tried to calm him down again. Impossible. "Wh-What are you talking about?" Taehyung wanted to know. His voice was trembling out of fear. He had never seen Namjoon before. He had hoped that he talked about another girl, but Seokjin explained him what had happened. "No.. No way... Not my sister" Taehyung started crying. His heart started to ache. "It's your own fault! Your's and this other guy's!" Seokjin shouted at him angrily. Namjoon looked up. Asked with his gaze about what had happened. Seokjin didn't want to tell him. He wasn't sure how Namjoon would react, considering that he was terribly drunken. Namjoon stood up and took Taehyung at his collar. "What the fuck did you do to her for her to end herself!?" Namjoon was terribly mad. Drunken and mad. Deadly Mixture.

Taehyungs tears continued rolling down his cheeks. He didn't want to think of what he did wrong. He thought they could have found a way to live with the situation as good as possible. The three of them. His sister, Jimin his true love and himself.

Now that he got to know that his sister had committed suicide he didn't know how to go on. How to tell Jimin. How to live life. Would he be able to continue loving Jimin after all? Would he need to break up with him? He really didn't know.

___________________________ After a request from a reader of my one-shot “The Only Way Out”to do a sequel I decided to try and write Boy X Boy ! This is my first time as I usually don’t write Boys Love Genre, but I hope you like and follow this story as well as my others! ♥ - In Love Seung-Mi~ ♥

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s0ftch0colate · 8 years ago

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I know you’re seeing black and white (so I’ll paint you a clear blue sky) VMIN AU

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Okay, so firstly I am so sorry to the person who requested this for the wait! I’m a piece of trash and I completely forgot I had it! I based this on the idea of it being all within one night, just so I could demonstrate the changes! Anyway, I hope you like it! Word count:4660

Like The Great Gatsby, he had the ability to look and play the role of the gentleman. Even through his years of school, his grades never did dip and his teachers and scholars could not say a remark of bad taste regarding him. His act, however, was so strong that at times even he believed them true. Even he believed that his heart was as good as his mind. Yet, down within that core that is always seemingly filled with such darkness where love is supposed to exist but such an acquaintance with that emotion had not yet lived, he knew that he could never be that pure person society desired for him to be. His skies were not painted with vibrancy nor timid pastels. Instead they were a sheer blanket of grey that one could look through only to see more grey. And the branches of the spin-trees that sored into the blanket of grey were bare – as bare as anything in the cold and cruel world that he knew, where even his smile was painful to hold after a while. Even his heart ached when he would claim happiness, not quite being able to remember the last time he knew it. There were times, of course, when he would feel content and misconstrue that with happiness, but in the end it never was. But even on the barest of branches a bird can still rest and exist within those claws that seem to ensue terror. And it was the same for his life; even in that darkness that he knew so well and had receded into (terrified of anything to be different, but terrified that it may all remain the same) there was a bird upon his branch – an elegant, inspiring bird whose own darkness combined produced light.

Before the rain began to tip the still bare branches with its heavy gathering of droplets, he thought. Or sometime after when the birds sing out of tune and yet somewhat harmoniously and the scent of the damp air begins to refresh and renew; that was when the world was most peaceful to his watchful eyes. And there, in that moment with his head resting upon his arm, gazing from his windowsill-ed position out to the trees a mile or two in the distance with no sight of a horizon – that eternal grey blanket ever present – his sleepless but fatigued eyes seemed to express his purity, innocence and wholesome heart. Or rather, they expressed a possibility of this for how could someone as tainted as himself embody any of those things? He longed to close his eyes, but knew that rest was futile for he would always be in that same state, and that he would allow himself chance to imagine a blue sky, only to wake to that mocking grey blanket. That was his life. This repetitive structure where everything seemed to perfectly mirror his life. This eternal, superficial happiness that was expressed without prior knowledge of what it felt like. That was him, that was Park Jimin. He sat, wondering with his mind somewhere else – blissfully unaware of how many hours had passed since he had decided to watch the rain progressively fall – what would life have been like if he was a sound person? It’s not that he was unfortunate; his parents had loved him and had given him everything. So why was it that, at just twenty one years of age, all he had known was this despondency who had slowly, but surely, become his best friend? Was it something he had done, and if so could he have changed it if he was able to travel back in time? The answer is simple no, of course not. It was not something he had done, it was just something that blossomed with rotten petals; a weed without colour or virtue. He had known happy times, as it were, though he was not sure he had blessed himself with the ability to partake in the emotion; the alcohol was always far too fast down his throat before he was able to feel nothing. Though when he woke the next morn he would remain in that state. And it was not that he felt that he had to give in, but he was exhausted with walking alone. If it was not this windowsill position, Jimin had the tendency to let himself fall into the cold touch of water in a bathtub – though thoughts of washing would not linger upon his mind, but instead everything else in the world would haunt him as if he had the answers. Like The Great Gatsby, Jimin had the ability to play the role of the gentleman. His manners were impeccable and he always spoke and acted with etiquette. But he was completely different, and not even those would spend their nights consuming alcohol with him could say they knew that. Nonetheless, what with having two days from work, he had decided to release himself from the confines of his shady apartment that was barely filled with furniture, let alone life. The sky, he saw after only three minutes of walking to no-where in particular, was breaking. Visions of blue were appearing, and streams of sunlight were piercing through the vail of darkness. And for a moment, he was so sure that he was asleep – but there it was; this calling to him, this world breathing life back into him. And he was not sure if he should feel blessed or scared for what this change may bring to him. He stood and watched, his eyes filling momentarily with tears that burned his eyes and throat, as the world passed him by and the clouds shifted and joined; shifted and joined. The daylight began to die, and he was not even sure of how long he had been stood in that one position, his blonde hair drifting slightly in the breeze. But he saw within that space a whole world that was promised, and flourish of green as though it was the first spring of his life. Something was coming, of that he was sure. But what? He inhaled; the scent of spring, of life, filling his senses. Even after all this time, he thought as the breeze – somewhere euphoric between warmth and a biting chill – drifted across his body and breathed life into his core, the sky is still blue. Even after all this time, the horizon is still golden and filled with such promises of hope and delight. Even after all this time, the bare branches were still alive; still sprouting life. Even after all this time, he was still alive. And that was more than he had ever recalled feeling. The world progressively turned, clouds still somewhat separating the world and the heavens, and the abstract concept of time seemed most apparent in the changing of the light. But he was still trapped; tied to this life and this world he had known and hated for all his years upon it. And it was most apparent, there in the rising sun, that he was nothing more than a speck of dust; an artwork in an abandoned gallery – serving no purpose to the world, meaning nothing to anyone but still there, unable to move. His legs carried him further that day, into the horizon of the descending sun – something he wished to venture into but had protested for so long, unknowing of the greatest position. Further and further; now running, now strolling. And he kept this, this routine of pace towards nothing, knowing absolutely nothing about his location, how to get back or where to go from here. But he followed certain turnings – missing some and taking the next, just out of his own volition. Though it seemed to him as though he was certain to the passer-by who would let their eyes fall to him for only a micro second, Jimin was lost. He was lost in every sense of the word; beyond repair or guidance in his mind, and lost in this world where he journeyed to nothing for no apparent reason. And he understood that he could only loose himself further, for this was the most he had been active; the most he had desired to keep going. He knew not what rested for him at the end of his journey. It took him through a vast array of woodland, where things were blooming in sight – a whole world he had known about so close to his grey-skied life. Occasionally, he spotted wildlife; a young squirrel having just woken from its month’s slumber, a butterfly resting with ease and serenity upon a flower which bloomed from the stem of a tree. But he kept walking; through the canopy of bare and flourishing branches, through the thick mud that had gathered over time and with the help of rain. And he kept going until he could go no further. Until nothing else stood but an abandoned port, water surrounding with no signs of boats. All that stood was the few rusted chains, a loading box of similar measure, and a fading blue sky which deterred in colour only as the sun set and spread a magnificent wave of orange and pink across the world. “I didn’t realise anyone knew about this place.” A voice sounded; low in pitch but melodic and intrigue. And Jimin could do little to repress his fear as shock took over him, having climbed upon that rusted box moments before. He turned to his right, where a figure of a young man stood, barely younger than himself. He was dressed in a dark jacket with the hood over his head – though the breeze was not enough to permit shelter. And his eyes were watching curiously, as Jimin’s darted across the stranger’s body and face – soaking up every inch of him, every last detail. “No, I don’t.” The stranger’s eyes narrowed slightly, not quite understanding the remark, “I mean, I didn’t know about this place. I was just…walking.” “Ah, and you found a dead-end?” Jimin nodded in agreement. “Welcome, then, to the end of the world.” He spread his arms out in a welcoming toast, causing Jimin’s face to soften and pull together a smile. But it wasn’t false – it was not that smile he was so used to using. It did not ache. It was true, honest – and most importantly, it was pure. “What was that?” Jimin was unable to control his rising laughter as the stranger’s arms descended back to his waist. “My formal greeting to you. I’m Taehyung.” “Jimin.” The latter introduced, before letting his eyes gaze back to that sky he had searched his whole life for. Taehyung watched, his eyes scanning over the outline of Jimin’s face, analysing the wonder and innocence that was hidden within. And he could not deny, or do much to hide, his interest; concluding silently to himself that this Jimin was beautiful. Far more beautiful than all those he had ever met; more beautiful than his sister, who he would claim was the most in the world even when she was battered and bruised from the knuckles of her lover. He sat himself down, tugging on the sleeve of Jimin’s top after he had done so to allow him to join. The latter did so willingly, as though the former already had this much control over him. “How old are you?” Taehyung quizzed, his words drawing out in a husked voice that seemed to give life to the other male. “Twenty one.” “What month?” “October.” “I should speak formally to you, then.” “You’re younger?” “Only two months.” The younger of the two responded, kicking his feet against that rusted box that seemed far more robust than the disease had promised. Taehyung licked his lip, the faint taste of cider playing upon them in a kiss of death. “What do you do?” “Nothing.” “What do you mean?” “I don’t do anything. I don’t work, as such. I just sort of get by. I don’t know how that works, but it does. Yourself?” Taehyung nodded, but the elder suspected he did not understand. “I don’t work, either.” “How do you earn a living?” “How do you?” And Jimin smiled for the second time, enjoying the conversation he was having with this strange but beautiful man. “How did you get here?” The elder asked, the sky faded slightly into a pastel blue; a colour he loved more than most. “Did you walk?” “Yeah. I used to drive here but, it seemed a bit pointless because I am always here and the petrol was costing too much. “For someone who doesn’t work.” Jimin teased, causing the younger to elbow him in his waist; the sensation of his touch jolting through him. “What did you do?” “I walk here now, but my pick-up is just over there.” And Taehyung pointed to a seemingly abandoned pick-up that gave no promise of having any safe driving left in its capability. “You-you left your pick-up…here?” Jimin’s eyebrows raised, frustration pending upon his lips. “Yes, but I didn’t abandon it. Come with me.” Without thinking twice, but realising as soon as it occurred, Taehyung grasped Jimin’s hand in his own and led him from the rusted metal towards the pick-up that was sheltered by trees. The contact of the pale skin within Jimin’s felt undeniably right, and he pressed no comments and did not even move a finger from it, but instead let them hold back. The car was coated in no dirt, and it was revealed that Taehyung cleaned it regularly. The back was stocked with blankets, matches, food and beer. In fact, there was everything one would take with them for a camping trip with friends; not that Jimin had ever participated in such an activity, but in his school years there was much talk and planning of one. “Wow. Do you come here with friends?” “Never. This is just here because I am here.” “You mean…do you sleep in this?” “It’s not like I don’t have a home to go to, but there is something so much more wonderful about this. Waking up in this place, in this drop before nothing where no-one ever is. I think I would like to wake-up here forever.” Jimin listened intently, but his hands were busy rummaging through the stock Taehyung had gathered over the past few months. “Stowford Press? Really?” “What? Not a fan?” “I don’t know, I mean what’s the point? Four-point five percent doesn’t really promise a good night.” Jimin remarked, gazing at the date of the bottle to see if the cider was still good enough. “If you have enough then it will. Besides, it tastes nice. Why, what do you prefer?” “I don’t know. I don’t really…Magners?” “Are you asking me if that is correct?” Jimin laughed, again. Taehyung seemed to have that ability. The hours passed away, and the blaze of an orange sky was in full motion. The two had returned to the rusted box, but had placed a blanket down for comfort and were now drinking their fourth bottle of cider – the elder having hated to admit that it was rather sweet, but he was enjoying it. They had discussed everything, everything about their lives; about their school years, their favourite subject; their childhoods and their aspirations. By the time three or so hours had passed, Jimin was certain that Taehyung already knew everything about him. In fact, he was certain that the younger knew him better than he knew himself, even if they had so recently been strangers to one another. “What would you do, if I jumped off that?” Taehyung asked; his finger stretched out to point to a high-rise loading platform that seemed to only be the barer of a few ropes that blew gently in the dying breeze. “What, into the water? I would probably leave you there.” The elder joked, taking a sip from his cider before his arm became acquainted with the slap of Taehyungs hand – the liquid in his mouth spewing out of his lips as he attempted to retain his laughter, to no avail. Taehyung laughed in retort, and continued to hit the elder male whose hand raised in protest as his left hand tried to cover his mouth. But Taehyung did not cease, and instead grabbed Jimin’s hand to move it. But that was that. That was when he stopped – that touch within his palm that had been so unknowing of anything other than a bottle, was enough to stop him. Though his hand remained around Jimin’s; no will enough to pull it away, smile fading in a burst of an overwhelming undulation of emotion, as he subconsciously held on tighter to that hand. To the hand of someone who should have been nothing more than a stranger; nothing more than a brief encounter. How, he thought to himself in that sheer moment, could it possibly be that this person is already so much more than that? But Jimin did not flinch, and his eyes, they did not falter. His smile was more expressive, and his face was softer, as though this touch was not at all a bother for him, as though this touch could not be anything of harm. And so, it was that Taehyung did not release it, but kept his hand in his. Not because he desired it, but because he needed it. And perhaps he had needed something so small his entire life; this moment of safety. Jimin did not express what he felt within, but his life of that mocking grey sky blanket seemed faded in the background; as though all that darkness he had known was burst, and this person who sat holding his hand was painting colour and life for him. The darkness of the sight had spread over the two before they had realised, so they had reluctantly separated themselves from one another and made their way back towards Taehyung’s pick-up. Jimin had suggested him making his way back – though he was not sure how to do so, but certain that the darkness would have made it all the more difficult – but Taehyung had protested, lit a fire and comforted out the back of the truck so that it was much warmer and softer than imaginable. They had sat up watching the fire for some time, drinking more and more as the evening progressed into darkness, but as the fire started to downsize – still blazing, but not quite fascinating enough to force them to remain upright – they let themselves lay, eyes watching the stars above them. Jimin’s were ignited with passion; with a perspective of a world he had never known and could have never imagined knowing that Taehyung had painted and gifted to him. And he knew the younger so well already – knew about the darkness, about the fact that he, too in share, was suffering a great deal; and Jimin felt less alone, a wanderer still, but understanding that he never was walking alone. The chatter faded, and Taehyung assumed that Jimin had fallen asleep, but he felt upon his skin a hand – a warm but somewhat nervous hand atop his own that held for safety; that held because he knew it to be right. “Night trouble?” The younger commented; his voice slightly hoarse from the lack of use. “I wouldn’t say trouble. More like reluctance.” “You are forcing yourself to stay awake? Why?” Jimin turned his head to face Taehyung’s, the fire providing light enough to gaze over the latter’s features. It was not as though they could sleep comfortably in their positon, anyway; they had sat upright in the truck with their legs dangling over the side, but when they let themselves lay their legs did not follow, and they remained over the side. “I don’t know when I will ever see the world the way it is now.” “My world.” Taehyung remarked, hoping for a joke. But it was true. “Yes. Your world. This is the world you have shown me today. I don’t want to fall asleep and wake up tomorrow to that-“ “Grey skied blanket.” Taehyung finished, already knowing what words Jimin would use, what life Jimin would live. Already knowing Jimin altogether. “Yes,” The elder laughed lightly, “Yes, exactly.” “What do you think,” Taehyung began, eyes still directly gazing into the elder’s, “would have happened to us if we had decided not to leave?” “I think maybe you would have just sat outside your apartment and watched the day pass, and you would have wished for something different but would not have moved to provide the change. You said it yourself that you were always reluctant,” at this point, Jimin’s thumb began to stroke across Taehyung’s hand, maybe longing to calm him, maybe longing to further his touch. “I would have fallen asleep on my windowsill, or in the bathtub. I think I would have woken cold, and that grey sky would still be looming above me. And I don’t know whether I would have had strength enough for another day.” “And now?” “Hmm?” “Do you have strength for another day now?” Jimin thought for a moment, pulling his eyes from Taehyung who was left feeling abandoned for a moment before the elder’s eyes returned. “I don’t know. What am I waking up to tomorrow? Your wonderful world again. But I must leave it. I must leave this dreamland, and I don’t know when I will ever return to it again.” Taehyung rotated his hand so that palm and palm may interlock, his fingers searching across Jimin’s as though looking for an answer to a question he had been searching for his entire life. “Stranger. That is all you were a few hours ago, a stranger.” Jimin watched both Taehyung’s eyes and his fingers as and when he was able, fascinated with the movements and this person who he was let hold him; this person who was supposed to mean nothing to him. “Is this crazy? Have we both just lost our minds?” “Is what crazy?” “Jimin, Park Jimin whose life was just a grey blanket is living in colour and is terrified of waking up from it.” “Mm?” “But maybe,” And Taehyung’s eyes snapped to meet the elder’s, glazed with passion and fear formed together in a dangerous, alcohol-infused concoction, “maybe he doesn’t have to wake up from it.” Jimin remained silent, the sounds of a world around him filled with insects, the faint crash of the water against the stone port lightly dancing through the air accompanied by the occasional cracking of the wood upon the fire. And they both remained silent, exploring the worlds they both lived in in one another’s eyes – understanding each other before they even had time to think. And Taehyung, knowing only that his heart was beating for once and that he should listen to what it desired, let himself move closer – inching forward and forward; Jimin never once moving away. And the former let his eyes drift to the elder’s lips, hesitant to complete what it was that he desired. Jimin could see that; he could see the infinite questioning that was resting in Taehyung, already knowing him well enough to assume he would not complete it. The elder let his lips upon Taehyungs, taking them up in his own and letting his hand fall lightly upon the younger’s cheek. He removed himself for a moment, checking to ensure that this was what was desired; that this was okay of him. And he was greeted with Taehyung’s eyes closed, fluttering slightly as they readjusted to the world without Park Jimin’s lips upon his. They breathed for a second or two, Jimin’s hand still upon Taehyung’s cheek, before the younger of the two began: “Jesus Christ,” He muttered lightly – barely a whisper – before he pressed his lips back into Jimin’s; before his hands lost themselves in his locks. And they remained together, breaking apart only to shift position. Taehyung was eager – as though he had been sober for so long, but Jimin was the drug he had removed from his life. And he needed it back. They remained in this motion, rotating themselves so that Taehyung was sat atop Jimin but never ceasing their kiss, because they were scared. Scared that this was their only chance, scared that they may never have an opportunity like this again. Scared to feel anything less than what they felt right then and there; that absolute divinity as the embers rose into the sky and cascaded mirthlessly to the floor – beholding a sight of pure passion and desiring, too, to feel that way. The touch of the biting early spring morning grazed upon Jimin’s bare skin. He had known well enough afterwards to put some clothes back on for warmth, but it was apparently not enough. The sky was barely blue barely grey – it was a kiss of pastel white, if a pastel white was at all possible. It was an artist’s painting still in progress, but nonetheless beautiful. And waking to directly face the sky that was any colour other than grey was wonderful, but for once that was not of Jimin’s concern. It was that coldness that lingered upon his skin; that warning of loneliness. And, sure enough, as he turned to his right, he was faced with emptiness – just nothing more than scuffed blanket. He sat up, ruffling his hair as he blinked in the daylight, the soreness of his tired state only now becoming apparent. The fire just before the truck had died, but not too long ago – it was still early, he concluded. But there was no Taehyung. He was alone. And that was enough to make him want to leave. ‘Yes, I have experienced a world of colour. I have known passion. I have known love, even if it was only for one night. And maybe one night was enough for me. Maybe that is all I am ever allowed to have.’ He thought, before letting his body fall back in convulsion of tears. Good God, he may have only met him but he knew it already; how he loved Kim Taehyung. The graze of a hand woke him. Jimin hadn’t even been aware that he was sleeping, when usually even his dreams were that false. He blinked in the morning light – the sky was still that pastel white promise, so it was still early. He longed to know how many hours and surpassed him in his slumber, and whether that lingering touch upon his cheek was. “Your skin is stained.” That voice spoke. That same voice that made Jimin’s heart ache and leap all at once. His eyes burst open in a flurry to ensure that he captured the moment before it was over. “I,” He managed, his voice deep from the slumber that still tainted his tongue; eyes setting upon the early morning image of Taehyung, “I thought you had left.” “No, I was just over there.” Taehyung pointed towards a small set of stairs just off to the right of the port that led down towards the waterside. “Why is your skin stained? Why did you cry?” “I thought you had left.” “Yes, you said. I am asking you why you-“ “No,” Jimin threw his arms around Taehyung – this person who in one day had saved his life, this person who in one day he had fallen in love with. This person who already he could not imagine his life without, “I thought you left.” And those words hit Taehyung harder than he could have ever imagined, for he, too, had already fallen in love with Jimin a thousand times that night. “I did not leave. I am never leaving.” The two remained together another day, only parting to wash and return back. Jimin watched the sky his entire journey back, and it was still blue. Blue for an eternity.

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