#year w pjm may | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

jeonqquk · 4 years ago

Text

i think i love you | pjm

pairing- jimin x reader genre/tags- fluff, a lil bit of angst, jimin doesn’t know he loves yn, yuna being the cupid she is rating- 13+ word count- 2k words

Your sullen gaze meets Taehyung’s, his hazel eyes slightly widening in shock and- you spot- worry. You’re sitting at one of the round tables covered with the silky white cloth, plum coloured dress starting to crease from the lengthy amount of time you’d been sitting. At the party. Jisung had wanted to celebrate his graduation with his close friends and family too, so him being your colleague at the bakery you worked at had invited all of your limited staff members. You had thought that it was going to be held at a bar but he had surprised all of you by saying that you would be celebrating in a nice restaurant. Hence, you were wearing the velvet dress with the matching heels Jimin had gotten you for your second anniversary.

Jimin.��

Your heart hurt thinking about him, his sweet smile, chocolate eyes and all the other perfect traits about him filling your head. You missed him, a lot. But knew that your break up was good for the both of you. The two of you had dated for 4 years before something just seemed off, it gradually increased and soon, the two of you were just barely having time for each other. The relationship wasn’t healthy, but don’t take it the wrong way! You really loved Jimin and were very satisfied with him for a long time but then, because of your jobs and other work, you just weren’t having time for Jimin. He never abused you or anything. Oh, heck no.

The break-up had been better than your previous ones, honestly. It had occurred at your doorstep- not the best place- but Jimin hadn’t thrown a fit, unlike your previous partners and gotten angry about your decision. In fact, he had acted maturely, one of the things you absolutely admired him for and had said “I had been thinking about this too..” There had been no crying and you were glad that Jimin and you were still on good terms despite being exes. He was dating Yuna now, and really, you were happy for him. She obviously made him very glad and you had never wanted anything other than happiness for Jimin, even if it meant sacrificing your own.

Suddenly feeling tears prick at the corners of your eyes, you get up hurriedly. As you run out, you even ignore Jimin who confusedly reaches his hand out before you’re disappearing outside. You reach the small lawn outside and breathe in, trying to relax yourself.

You hated yourself, the lone reason being that you still had feelings for Jimin. You didn’t know why, how or when. All you knew was that you still loved Jimin, even if the end was 50% of your decision. But knowing that you couldn’t do anything about your unwanted feelings for your ex, you had always kept this to yourself. Just after you officially let him go, you instantly began regretting your decision.

We may have been going through a rough patch but we could work it out.

No amount of bars you drank at helped you forget about your stupid decision but your mind still kept going back to when he said that he too thought that you should break up. He wouldn’t have been happy in the relationship.

Sighing loudly, you’re too lost in your own thoughts consuming you that you don’t notice someone walking towards you. The feeling of a jacket being draped over your shoulder makes you realise that with a jolt and you identify who the clothing belongs to even without looking at it. The smell gave it all away.

Jimin.

Turning around with wide eyes, you see Jimin standing behind you with his hands in his trouser pockets. His gaze is curious and you quickly run over all the lies you could tell him to get out of the situation. The situation being him asking you why you had run out of the restaurant without any words and even ignored him You feel a pang of guilt in your gut- partially from the fact that you know that you’re now gonna lie to him. And hopefully, even get away with it.

You’re in the middle of opening your mouth to tell him that you were suddenly feeling dizzy which is why you headed out without informing anyone but a certain song reaches your ears.

It doesn’t take you even half a second to realise which song it was and before you know it, your eyes are welling up with tears threatening to spill out of your eyes again. The emotions all suddenly burst and a tear slides down your cheek.

Jimin stares at you in shock, before immediately springing into action and pulling you into him. His arms tightly wrapped around you, your head is buried in his chest, and this certain feeling has you pressing yourself closer to him.

As much as you’re enjoying this, you know that Jimin is dating someone else and although his intentions are obviously very innocent, you don’t know if you can hold yourself back from confessing your love for him right now.

Unwillingly and reluctantly, you break the hug, the melody of the song that had been playing when Jimin first kissed you at prom still filling your ears. “Our song..” you mumble and he nods, “I thought they didn’t play anything other than The Police.” he chuckles at your words and his lips part softly, “I had to pay them 20 bucks.” your eyes widen at his words and you lift your head to meet his gaze.

“Will you dance with me?” the memories of all the other times he had asked you to move rhythmically to the beat of a song come flooding back in and you almost nod, before stopping yourself when you remember that a Yuna also existed.

“Jimin..” his pleading eyes make it specifically tough to reject his very tempting offer. “No, we can’t. You’re dating Yuna..” you trail off at the mention of her name and Jimin immediately rushes to speak, shocking you.

“I broke up with her.” He himself looks surprised that he said this but after a few second of the two of you just staring at each other, he closes his eyes for a split second. “Y/n, will you dance with me?”

“You broke up with Yuna?” you completely ignore his question and settle for asking him another one instead. Making no effort to hide the astonishmnet in your voice, you look at Jimin expectantly, and he keeps his hand on your waist, the butterflies in your stomach becoming unbearable at this point. “Yeah, we broke up with each other, to be completely honest.”

2 hours ago

“Do you still have feelings for her?” Yuna had never been one to beat around the bush- and Jimin was well acquainted with that- but the sudden straightforwardness she confronted him with left him breathless. “W-What?” he hated stuttering, but this was so out of the blue, he couldn’t help it. They had been cheerily talking to some friends when Yuna had asked Jimin if she could ‘have a moment’ with him. He had agreed and looked at her in worry for any problem she may have been having.

Instead, she had roughly kissed him. Desperately. Her fingers tangled in his hair and Jimin had responded, grabbing her waist but something about the kiss just seemed off. He tried brushing it aside and leaned into her, pressing her into the wall of the small room they were in. Yuna quickly broke the kiss and looked at Jimin for his reaction, his fake smile not convincing her. Don’t get him wrong, Jimin really did like Yuna but just couldn’t picture a future with her. Whenever he had thought about waking up next to his future wife and smothering his children’s faces with smooches- the woman had always been you and their kids had acquired your pretty eyes. He didn’t know why, but supposed that it was because he had spent most of his dating life with you.

Coming back to the present, Yuna let go of Jimin’s black tie and looked down at her feet, gaze not meeting Jimin’s. Looking at her in confusion, he tried lifting his girlfriend’s face to meet his and was met by the one question he had never expected her to ask.

“Do you still have feelings for her?” Jimin was taken aback and scrambled to form coherent sentences as Yuna looked at him in disappointment. She knew all about you and how Jimin and you had shared a very special bond before breaking off. She also knew that somewhere deep in his heart, where Jimin had buried all of his feelings for you, he was still in love with you. One might ask why she had still agreed to date him and her answer was simple. To make the stupid boy realise that he still loved you. It was true that she liked Jimin but similar to him, she just didn’t think he was the one for her.

She tells him this right now, and he’s left astounded once again, this thought never having crossed his mind.

“R-really?” Yuna nods with a sad smile on her face and watches Jimin’s face lose all colour. “Hey, hey. Jimin, look at me. I’m sorry okay? I know this was stupid but I know that you still love Y/n.” Jimin sighs loudly and tugs at his hair, a habit many people around him had gotten accustomed to.

“I think I still love her..” Yuna laughs at Jimin’s obliviousness at his own feelings and puts a hand on his shoulder as he resolutely nods to himself before meeting Yuna’s eyes.

“Okay. So, I’m going to have to break up with you..” his voice falters at his words that didn’t sound so bad in his head but continues anyways “A-And then I’m going to tell Y/n how I feel.” the plan sounds terrible but he has to confess as soon as possible or he might lose his mind. Yuna just nods along with a pitiful smile on her face, she obviously knows that Jimin’s plan was messed up.

“Go get her.” she whispers and Jimin is instantly running off to where he saw you walk out.

“Oh..” you’re at a loss for words and it takes you a full minute to regain your composure before your tongue darts out to lick your dry lips. Hugging Jimin’s jacket closer to your body, you revel in the amazing scent. Jimin opens his mouth but no sound comes out and he ends up closing it. A silence falls over the two of you.

“Dance with me?” this is the third time he’s asking you and this time, you waste no time in nodding, the coat he had so graciously given you almost falling from your shoulders in the hurry.

Jimin’s hands land on your waist and yours find purchase on his shoulders. He moves both your bodies to the slow tune and you muster the courage to lean in closer. He smirks and you just look at his godly features, plush lips inviting and brown orbs piercing directly through your soul.

You don’t know who initiates the kiss but before you can comprehend it, Jimin’s lips are meeting yours. His arms move to wrap around your waist completely, walking you backwards to someplace you didn’t know.

“Ji-Jimin..” he breaks off with a sweet chu and you simply stare at the beautiful boy in front of you, unable to believe that what was happening was real. “Be my girlfriend again?” his cheeky smile makes it hard to resist pinching his cheeks and you nod with a shy smile.

You both decide not to go back inside and just spend time with each other for now. You try returning his jacket but he doesn’t take it. Instead, he makes you wear it again and hugs you from behind as the two of you walk on the silent street back to his house.

His ‘I love you’ is muffled by your hair but you still hear it, smiling and replying with a short kiss to his lips. “I like how your chapstick tastes.” he snorts in response, but the sides of his lips still curl upwards.

“It’s strawberry flavoured, I’ll buy you one too.”

thanks for reading! please send in feedback through asks or dms :)

pReSS dIs gReen ReCyClE BuTtOn. iT WoNt hUrT, pRess dIs bUttON. thE HuRt bUttOn aNd TheN ThE GrEeN ArrOw bUttoN.

81 notes · View notes

xpeachesncream · 4 years ago

Text

off the grid | nine (final)

summary: it was as simple as swapping places with a stranger from across the world to get away from everything back home. that is - until you meet Jimin. things become more complicated as he unfolds a new chapter in your life that you were initially trying to avoid.

pairing: reader x pjm

genre: post-college au, christmas/holiday au | angst, fluff, smut (to come)

words: 1.7k

chapter warnings: cussing, more insecurities and overthinking, crying, reminiscing, fluff

notes: here we are, folks! the final chapter to this series. i may post some drabbles later on and accept requests, but for now, i’ll keep this where it’s at. thanks for the love and support on this! head over to my kth fic called perfectly wrong if you’re looking for something a little messier lol

> series masterlist <

You took one last look around Yana's loft to make sure you weren't missing anything. You made sure her loft was spotless, doing loads of laundry and cleaning every inch to make sure it was ready for her arrival back home.

Once you were satisfied with your round, you sighed, giving the loft one last look with a tight-lipped smile. This place truly gave you the best memories by far. You look towards the living room, remembering the moment you shared with Jimin and how you both had confessed your feelings for each other.

It was something you were never going to forget.

You grabbed your purse and your luggage and made your way downstairs to the cab you called over to take you to the airport. The driver happily helped with your luggage before you took your position in the back seat and sat quietly. You held Jimin's polaroid album tightly, letting it sit on your lap as you reminisced once more on the memories you made in Seoul while the driver began to pull off.

The people you met. Jungkook, Taehyung, Hoseok, Jin.

The places you've been.

Jimin.

You were feeling a little unsettled as the ride continued because you were still questioning the decisions you've made. Was this truly it for you two? Were you really going to go back home without reconciling in any way with Jimin?

You flipped through the polaroids one last time, fixating on the very last polaroid of you and Jimin. You made many mistakes in the past, and you knew this would be the cherry on top if you allowed it to slip from in between your fingers.

Fuck this. This couldn't be it, and you were wrong for initially thinking so.

You've lived these past years in so much sadness and frustration, so much stress and pent up negative energy. You felt like you wasted so much time being unhealthily down in the dumps, and you were so damn tired. You came here to start over and do better for yourself and you finally found that reason that pushed you to do better. You weren't gonna do this to yourself, not again. You weren't gonna make this mistake. You weren't gonna let him get away. You weren't gonna go home feeling this empty. You were gonna be selfish, and you were going to do whatever that meant to you.

You abruptly told the cab driver you had a change in destination, and he drove back towards Jimin's address without any complaints. All of a sudden, the 10-15 minutes to get to his apartment complex seemed like forever. You were dying to get out of the cab, mainly afraid you'd miss Jimin and you'd miss your chance to do this.

God, if this was meant to be, please just let me talk to him.

When you finally arrived to the steps of his apartment building, you paid the cab driver heftily and dragged your belongings into the small elevator. As soon as you reached Jimin's floor, you rushed over to his door, pushing your belongings to the side. You knocked frantically, hoping someone was at least home.

"Y/N? Are you okay? Don't you have a flight to catch?" Taehyung looked at you worriedly.

"Yeah, but that's not important right now." You rushed in while Taehyung politely brought your things in and set them aside. "Is Jimin here?" You asked although you were already making your way to his room.

"No, he just left not too long ago." Your heart dropped.

"Fuck." You said to yourself as you ran your hand through your hair.

"I'm pretty positive he went to his parents' cafe. Do you need me to drive you there?"

"Please? I really need to talk to him." He nodded and grabbed his keys.

"Alright, come on." You and Taehyung rush out the door and hop into his car. You were praying that you'd find Jimin there, but you were hopeful. Jimin had always spent time with his mom and dad, besides helping out at their café. Your felt your heart beating against your chest, the anxiety skyrocketing every minute that passed by. Taehyung was doing his best to navigate the streets quickly, but safely, immediately understanding how important this was to you.

Jimin had been having a difficult time getting past this, being that all he really did was sulk in his room if he wasn't at the café. He didn't know how someone could come in and change his life the way you did. How he could fall so easily for you. But he was starting to think that maybe, you were right. Maybe, you had a point. At least, that's what he liked to tell himself so it would become easier to move past this.

It never got easier, though. If anything, it really didn't do anything for him. You continued to stay on his mind, 24/7.

And so, you and Taehyung finally arrive at the café. It's not too busy, with only a few people sitting inside, sipping on their drinks and eating pastries. You and Taehyung don't spot Jimin at the front, and only see his sweet mother. She smiles from ear to ear as she approaches the both of you, pulling you into a tight hug.

"Y/N, I told Jimin to bring you over for Christmas, but he said you were busy getting ready to go back home. Isn't your flight today?"

"Yeah, I'm sorry." You pouted. "It is, but there's something I need to speak to Jimin about. Is he around?" She shook her head.

"We had him run some errands, but he should be here soon. Just wait here, I'll bring you two some drinks and pastries." She sat you both down at a table near the register, pouring you some coffee and Taehyung his favorite tea.

"Hey, don't worry. He'll be here soon." Taehyung flashed you a toothless, reassuring smile.

"Thank you for driving me here." He nodded. "I, um. I don't wanna go home like this. Even though, I'm not sure he'd want to talk to me after our stupid argument."

"He'll be happy to see you, Y/N. Trust me. Just be honest with him and let him know how you feel."

"You don't think he'll be mad?" He shook his head.

"No. I promise you." Before you know out, you both see Jimin's car pull up out front. He hops out of the car, bringing a few bags towards the back of the cafe. You couldn't wait for him to notice you, so you head outside to follow him. You stand there with Taehyung a few steps away, hoping he'd turn around and warmly greet you. Just as long as he didn't storm off all pissed, that's all that mattered.

Which, he doesn't. When he turns, his facial expression softens, and his whole body relaxes. He stands there in a puffy jacket, a white tee and jeans. He stares at you, slightly caught off guard as to why you were still lingering around when you had a flight to catch.

"Y/N?"

"Jimin." You ran straight to him, throwing your arms around his neck. "I'm sorry, I totally messed up. W-what I said, I didn't mean any of that shit and I was just so stupid. I-I don't wanna go home like—" You rambled on and on into his chest before pulling away from the hug you embraced him in, confusion plastered on his face as he couldn't understand what you said word for word.

"Woah, slow down. What is it?" You sighed as your face softened while caressing his cheek.

"Jimin, I'm sorry. I messed up. I didn't mean anything I said after we got home from the bars. It was stupid."

"It's okay. Don't worry about it." He leans into your hand. "But, you have a flight to catch. We should probably get you going—"

"No, I don't care. I'm staying for a bit longer. I wanna stay with you. I want to be with you, I want us." You smile at him as the tears begin to well up in your eyes.

"I hope you don't feel obligated to do this in order to make amends." He says softly. "You know I'll understand and give you the space you need—"

"No, I'm not. My feelings for you," You paused. "My feelings for you run deep, Park. God, it's so frustrating. I didn't intend to fall in love coming here, but I did and it's the greatest feeling in the world knowing it's you. I've made a ton of mistakes in the past, but I wasn't going to let this be another. I wasn't going to let you get away. I wanna be selfish for once, and I wanna choose what will make me happy." You cupped his face with both of your hands as he smiled down at you, his hands resting on your wrists. "We'll figure this out, but for right now, lets just enjoy this as we are, in this time and space. I wanna do this ride with you and I hope you still do, too."

"Of course I do." He smiled down at you. "God, fuck, I really, really do." He held you tightly against his body. You wasted no time planting a kiss on his plump lips, smiling into it as he caressed your back and held you close. Everything about this felt so right, and you couldn't but feel complete. You couldn't help but feel like you have finally done things for yourself, reached new heights for yourself and finally let go of the past, leaving it to where it belonged.

And so, you, Jimin and Taehyung take this back inside, not giving one fuck about missing your flight or what the upcoming days will look like. You were extremely giddy from the spontaneity, and all you wanted to do was curl up in Jimin's arms, right where you were safe. You had never felt so free and so loved at the same time, surrounding yourself with your new friends, who cared for you, and Jimin, who absolutely adored you in every way possible. Being here, you had learned that it was just better to let go. Don't chase those answers or explanations. You keep fighting for you, because no one's got you like you got yourself.

Seoul had brought you that, paving a way for a new beginning that you were excited to conquer with Jimin by your side.

That holiday-solo-vacation love story didn't end up being so bad after all.

#bts #bts fanfiction #jimin fanfiction #jimin #park jimin #pjm series #pjm x reader #jimin x reader #off the grid #otg #writing

118 notes · View notes

wwilloww · 5 years ago

Text

athair lusa | pjm

athair lusa, the ground ivy, springing up from the soil with rich, purple flowers and broad green leaves.

Origin: Ireland

Pairing: Jimin x FaePrince!Taehyung

Genre: Folklore. Suspense. Fae!Au.

Rating: NC-17

WC: 2.4k

Summary: “Is it not a strange request,” Jimin says, “to ask me to dance when there is no music?” While on his way to draw water from the well, Jimin slips on a rock. When he stands up again, the world around him seems unrecognizable, as if everything has been dusted with an unfamiliar enchantment.

Warnings: Possessive behavior.

A/N: This story, also known as “The Fairy Dance,” is a story I grew up to, one that was told to me over and over. I consider this to be part of a larger personal project to queer the stories I grew up on. It’s an effort to normalize the presence of queerness in lore and unravel gendered expectations within folktales. Because of this I’ve done my best to stick to the oral telling of this story in both content and style - meaning the writing differentiates itself significantly from my usual style! This project is special to me and I truly hope you enjoy it. I can’t wait to hear what you think of it.

Thank you to @jingabitch for helping me when I felt most stuck with this! Thanks a million to my love @ot7always for editing the image in this banner and listening to me ramble. And of course a hUGE THANKS to the lovely folk in BTS Smut Hub for being my constant inspiration and motivation.

And finally, this is part of @ksmutclub’s Twisted Fairytale collaboration!

masterlist

Athair-Lusa.

In a town on the western most coast of the Isle, there lived a young man with hair that shone like the rays of August sun. He was beloved by the townspeople, known for the enchanting melodies that lifted from his lips like birdsong, ensnaring anyone in range. His name was Jimin.

One day in late November, as the night began to draw in, Jimin set down his reading and readied himself to go out into the darkness. He preferred the stillness of sunset and often went out at this time, just to hear the soft hymn of the world slipping slowly into sleep.

Now, it has long been known that the Veil between worlds is thinnest in November. As the remaining veins of summer fade from the land, spirits and creatures of the other worlds come to press up against the thin border between their world and ours. Even nighttime comes to linger, snatching time away from the golden fingers of the sun.

On this night, Jimin decided to take his walk to the well to gather water. He swung his wooden bucket over his shoulder and set off into the darkness. The trees stood tall above him, watching his path. Jimin felt the hair on his neck raise, as if something was watching him from the shadows. However, rather than turning home, he lifted his face to the night sky and sang. The music spilling from his lips split through the darkness of the night, and Jimin felt a sense of peace wash over him.

As the small stone structure of the well came into sight, his foot slipped. He could feel his ankle twisting, and then the feeling of falling through empty space. The air wooshed up around him as he fell.

His back hit the hard earth of the path, crushing the breath out of his lungs. For a moment, Jimin simply lay there, taking deep breaths to calm the fright in his body.

When he lifted his head, his old wooden bucket was nowhere to be seen. Instead of a path hardened by thousands of years of travelers, Jimin lay on a soft field of grass, shimmering emerald green beneath the full moon. Around him, everything seemed as if it had been touched by an enchantment. The trees, whose leaves had dropped a month ago, were now blossoming with flowers of the most brilliant colors. The chill of the winter air was replaced with a soft and warm breeze, lifted off a summer sea. And as he looked up at the sky, the moon hung twice as large, as if she had come down from her high throne in the sky to take a closer look at the goings-on of the people below.

As Jimin sat up, he saw a great crowd gathered a short distance away. As his vision cleared, he realized that they were circled round a fire that danced and leaped and seemed to reach out to the figures surrounding it. As if his mind had been wiped clean of thought, Jimin stood and began to move towards the crowd, mystified by their tall frames and slender figures.

Jimin himself was of average height, his body built like the land. Ready to work, ready to dance. But at this moment in time, Jimin’s body drew him forward towards the beings that stood round the fire, till at last, he stood in the very midst of them.

They held onto their silence, watching his every step. It was at this moment that he thought to be afraid. But as he made to step backward, to step out of their circle, he realized he could not.

Panic began to rise in his throat like bile, setting his muscles alight. Just as he opened his mouth to scream, the crowd around him turned and parted and a handsome young man stepped into view. Jimin’s eyes widened as he took in the figure, who walked like a prince. He wore a red sash, deep as freshly drawn blood. A golden band dressed his long dark hair, shining like the sky on the eve of a new moon.

Jimin’s heart thrummed in his chest as he realized the handsome prince was approaching him. He walked slowly towards him, allowing his eyes to rove over the young man. When he finally reached him, he bowed and extended a hand. An offering.

“Is it not a strange request,” Jimin said, “to ask me to dance when there is no music?”

The prince raised his head from the deep bow and swept his hand into the air. Instantly, the sweetest music carried through the night, surrounding them. He took Jimin’s hand with one of his own, wrapping the other one tightly around his waist. Jimin gasped as his chest was brought to the prince’s, their closeness sending warmth to his cheeks.

"What is your name, dear stranger?" Jimin asked, his brow furrowed. His words seemed to stick in his throat, bewilderment flooding his mind. Such a handsome stranger had never wrapped him up like this before, in such beauty, in such enchantment.

The prince smirked. "You may call me Taehyung."

"Are you a prince of these people?"

"If that is the word you use—then yes."

Jimin opened his mouth to ask more, but the Prince silenced him with a twirl, sending all thought of questioning the strange being before him out of his mind.

They danced until the moon became tired and went to sleep beneath the darkness of the horizon and the stars took their leave from the dance floor. As the prince twirled him round the fire, it seemed as if Jimin was gliding through the air. He had always been known by the townsfolk for his light touch and graceful step. But in the prince’s arms, Jimin’s body felt different. The strain of the movements was eased and he felt boundless energy spring up in his chest beneath the attentive gaze of the prince.

"I have never seen a man dance with your grace," the Prince mused, his gaze falling to Jimin's lips. "Or known one to capture such beauty in his every movement."

Jimin was not used to such flattery. His cheeks were painted with his embarrassment, he ducked his head. The Prince was quick to lift his chin, bringing his face ever-so-close.

“Do you like me, sweet boy?” the Prince asked, tilting his head.

“I do not know you,” Jimin replied, slowly. “How do I know if I like you if I have just met you?”

“There is an eternity to get to know me.” A smirk flashed across the Prince’s sharp features before he pulled Jimin tightly against his tall frame and spun him further into the dance.

Twirling around the fire, it became easy to forget the rest of the world. For that moment, all that existed was the feeling of his feet leaping off the ground, and the low music, and the feeling of being held so tightly by his partner.

Just as Jimin began to feel like time was slipping away from him, the figures around him stilled and the music slowed to a complete halt. The prince still had his arms wrapped around the smaller man, his face pressed close and curious.

"Will you dine with us tonight, dear Jimin?" the prince asked, his voice threaded with sweetness. Jimin's gaze fell to the prince's lips where a small smile played along the pink, plush corner. He wondered when the Prince had learned his name.

Before he could answer, the ground rumbled and split open, a long staircase descending into the darkness of the earth. The prince held out a hand, and hesitating, Jimin took it. Despite the warmth of the tall man's palm, Jimin's skin erupted in goosebumps.

The prince led him down the flight of steps, the rest of the dancers following silently behind. It seemed as if the stairs might never end, the rock around them becoming darker and warmer as they descended. After an unspeakable time, the steps widened and a great hall appeared before them, lit by thin candles that stood as tall as Jimin. As he looked up at the ceiling of the hall, he realized there was no roof, despite the depth to which they had descended. Instead, a yawning darkness looked down upon the company and untethered, unsourced lights bobbed gently through the air as if upon an invisible current. Before them lay a great table, heaped with every delicacy Jimin had ever conceived of and decanters filled with the most aromatic wines.

The Prince squeezed his hand tenderly, guiding him to the head of the table. There, the Prince took the golden plated chair and motioned for Jimin to take the one beside it. Gratefully, he bowed his head and slipped silently into the seat, admiring the gentle merriment and splendor laid before him.

As Jimin took the scene before him in, the Prince leaned closer to him, reaching out to twirl a piece of his light hair between his fingers.

“I’ve always wanted this,” the Prince said, his eyes never leaving the man’s hair.

“W-what?”

The Prince seemed to catch himself and pulled himself out of his reverie.

“I am a collector of beautiful things,” he said, as if that explained his strange words.

“I don’t understand.”

The Prince smiled softly, running his finger down Jimin’s nose and over his lips.

“Then drink and be merry,” he sang, his voice strung together in the most beautiful melody.

A dark-haired lady came between the Prince and Jimin, holding a jewel-encrusted decanter. Bowing her head, she first filled the Prince's cup, her hands wrapping slender and delicate around the silver handle. But as Jimin watched, he realized there was a slight tremble to her movements. He looked up at her, only to see her eyes darting to and from the Prince and his newest companion.

The young lady came around Jimin's other side, and as she leaned over to pour his golden goblet full of the sweet wine, she whispered in his ear, "Eat no food, and drink no wine or you will never see your home again."

With that, the woman stood abruptly and disappeared down one of the many hallways that spotted the great chamber.

Jimin quickly set the cup down on the table. The Prince took note of this, his eyebrows raised in curiosity.

"My dear, sweet Jimin," he said, his voice threading through the air like song. His voice spoke of softness, of tender touches exchanged in the dark. And yet, as Jimin gazed upon him, he saw the coldness in the Prince's gaze. "Do you not enjoy the taste of my wine?"

"No, no," he said, quick to unravel the tension of the moment. "I am simply not thirsty."

The Prince leaned into him, a smile spreading across his lips. "After all that dancing, you must be thirsty." He brought the cup to Jimin's lips, but he held his mouth shut.

The others at the table had fallen silent to watch the Prince hold the goblet to the man’s lips.

A large one with silver hair that fell to his waist stood abruptly from his chair, knocking it back in the process. "Whoever comes to our table must drink with us," he growled, grabbing Jimin's arm. A deep shock ran through him, stopping his heart.

At that moment a red-haired lass, her hair split into intricate braids, snatched Jimin's free hand and tugged him from the grasp of the large silver-haired being.

"Run!" she commanded, tugging Jimin towards the stairs. The pair wove their way towards the entrance, dodging the grasp of the dancers.

Around him, Jimin could hear the bellowing anger of the Prince, echoing off the walls of the hall as if he stood in every corner. Chairs and platters crashed to the floor as his subjects jumped up, attempting to stop his exit.

While Jimin was not large and while he did not hold the brute strength that many men boasted about, he was graceful and swift. Guided by the red-haired woman's agile steps, his pace was quick, as if he had learned this kind of dance many many years ago.

The pair sprinted up the steps, hand-in-hand, until they emerged into the dark night. The coolness of the early winter air washed over them, bathing their red faces and stinging their lungs. From the satchel that hung round her waist, the woman withdrew a vine. She grabbed Jimin’s hand, opening it up so she could place the plant securely. With tenderness, she wrapped her hand around his, closing it in a fist.

"You are safe for the time being," she said, her breath heavy with effort. "Take this, and hold it until you reach home. No one can harm you." Jimin opened his palm to look down upon the large-leafed plant. Athair-Lusa. Ground ivy.

"Thank you," he whispered.

The woman nodded, a sad smile playing across her lips. Her eyes shone with the kind of grief that only one who knows their own destiny can hold.

Jimin could hear the sounds of footsteps running up the stairs and so he took the white and green plant and turned his back on the field, the stairs, and the man who had held him so tenderly; and he ran. He ran along the sward and through the forests surrounding the town, past the well, and across the path. At last, he reached his home. He threw open the wooden door and locked it behind him.

His heart beat so quickly and furiously he worried it would pound its way straight through his ribcage. Behind his back pressed to the door, he could hear a great sound emerge from the forest and a voice cried out to him—

"The power I had over you is gone through the magic of the herb that ties you to this world. But when you dance again to our music, you will stay with me forevermore, and nothing shall hinder that eternity."

Jimin closed his eyes, clutching the herb to his chest. When he had regained his breath, he made his way over to the small bed tucked in the corner of his small home, folding the leafy plant carefully beneath the collar of his shirt.

It took a while before sleep came for him, and when it did, it was restless and dreamless.

However, Jimin kept the magic branch safely tucked into his clothes every day and the Fae never troubled him.

But it took many years before the sweet, low sound of music and the searing eyes of the Prince left his dreams.

taglist: @ppersonna @thatlongspringnight @myimaginationsrunningwild @ladyartemesia @ezralia-writes @ggukcangetit

masterlist

132 notes · View notes

writtenwhalien · 4 years ago

Note

Hi Amelia! I wanna know about all your WIPs and I’m not joking!!! These games make me so anxious and excited!! But if I have to choose, what about After the party and/or A kingdom falling?

Lots of love 💖✨

omg girl, yes— I’m happy to share 😋😋

a lover’s redemption: pjm mafia AU | i’ve already shared quite a bit for this story so i’m not going to say any more for it because i don’t want to give anything away!

run to you: jjk rival gang AU | i can say more about this series because we already have a drabble on it. sooo, this series will be focused on oc who has big dreams stemming from her desire to leave her hometown of Montsay but there’s many things holding her back— namely her brother, Adan, who is the leader of his own gang, and their biggest (and only?) rivals are the Jeon’s. there’s history between the two families that isn’t any of their faults, but oc’s brother and Jungkook’s older brother carry the hatred with them. jungkook and oc have always known each other but never interacted; when this changes, feelings start to grow as they realise how similar they are but given their families histories, it’s not that simple. there’s lots of angst with undertones of fluff at the same time, but still fluffy moments of course!

all these years: the summary is already on my wips page so I won’t say much else. except it spans many years, starting off w childhood bestfriends, all the way to young adults.

caught in love: again, this summary is on my wips page and I have yet to develop the idea but I’m drawing a lot of inspo from one tree hill for this story! same for “all these years” actually, because they both have high school moments.

a kingdom falling: you can read the summary and see the moodboard here. but (without giving away too much 😅) oc is a princess and the only heir to the kingdom. she loves her father and he’s the only family she has left, making her very protective over him in a court full of liars. she’s magically gifted and has a professor who she trusts to help her hone her magic. her magic is a secret and there’s some in the court who would abuse her power— because of this she gets in trouble but jimin comes to the rescue!! and they soon learn that they have a deep bond that is tied to her magic, and their relationship is tested when events follow. it will definitely feature some damsel in distress moments (sorry not sorry), as well as oc saving him!

love may die: I have spoken about this here

after the party: okaaayy, so this story I have yet to plan in detail but it’s going to feature a very charming hoseok who finds his sisters best friend attractive — oc. after agreeing to fake date him to make his ex jealous, oc starts to realise that it’s not fake for her, and just when she thinks things might be real, his ex wants him back!!! there’ll be some sexual tension, angsty moments, fluff in all forms, and more! I really don’t wanna give too much away 😭

i’m not going to talk about the other ones because they’re not developed at all.

gahhh, this is a lot! I would add a read more but I’m on my phone and idk how to 😂 anyway, thanks for asking, fran!! hope you’re having a lovely week! 😋❤️💗

#tag games

3 notes · View notes

seoulnotes · 5 years ago

Text

Promise — pjm

Inspired by lyrics from Promise (약속) by Jimin

Track 1 of The Playlist Series

S Y N O P S I S | y/n becomes unsure of her relationship to Jimin. Jimin makes her a promise, a promise for a future that she could not see before.

P A I R I N G | Park Jimin, reader (y/n)

G E N R E | angst, fluff ; PG-13

W A R N I N G S | none

W O R D C O U N T | 1.5k

너도 아프잖아 'cause you're mine

I just wanna blow your mind

이렇게 넌 또 멀어져 만 가는데

아무렇지 않은데

그렇게 말하는데

사실은 내가 그게 아닌가 봐

—

You're hurting too 'cause you're mine

I just want to blow your mind

You're only drifting further away like this

I say that it's all fine

The truth is that's a lie

A future, that was what you both wished for terribly; however, at this rate, your relationship was living day by day. It wasn’t as if you were bound to separate any day, but it was so difficult to even dream of a future.

Jimin’s life as a member of one of Korea’s top idol groups meant a lack of normalcy.

You understood the lack of normalcy that meant no dates in public or even being close in public, but the understanding was different from truly experiencing. You took the bitter pill and just swallowed it because you would rather have him than to lose him.

That is until you swiped through your Instagram feed and saw one of your old university friends announce her engagement.

You couldn’t deny the slight jealousy that raced through you, but like before, you took the bitter pill and swallowed it. So you liked the photo and commented onto the post a quick ‘congrats’.

You were supposed to let it go but that night, you brought it back up again.

The T.V. did its job as background noise and you slid into your spot next to Jimin onto the couch allowing your head to fall onto his chest and his arm to wrap around you.

“One of my friends just got engaged. You remember Leah? I think you met her once,” your voice trailed off towards the end. To be honest, you kind of knew you messed up at that point in bringing it up for no apparent reason. You glanced up at him to see his reaction.

Jimin knew you brought it up for no reason either because he didn’t react and didn’t know how to. He only nodded, “I think so, she works at the law firm right?”

“Yeah.”

“Are you going to go to the wedding then?”

“Probably, but it’s too early to think about that. I mean she just got engaged,” you replied. It was an innocent question really, but there was a bite in your tone when you responded and in between your words, it asked, ‘Are you stupid? Don’t you understand how weddings work?’

“It takes time to plan weddings,” you added.

“I’m sure it does.” That was an innocent response really. He responded as if he agreed with you, but then again, you took it the wrong way.

“You wouldn’t know.”

“I wouldn’t.” Another agreement from Jimin’s part, but a sarcastic remark to your ears.

Was he agreeing to annoy you? You slid back from him. You didn’t mean to, but you were quick to escalate the conversation, allowing the imaginative sarcastic tone you heard affect your reactions.

“You don’t need to, it’s not like we’ll have to do one in the future anyway.” You tried your hardest to make your tone casual. The words, however, were far from it.

He knew what you were getting at though. “Don’t say that.” His voice was firm and he stared at you with a bit of shock.

“It’s nothing. It’s nothing. Forget that I said that.” You shouldn’t have said anything. You returned your gaze to your hands in your lap and focused on anything but the determination and irritation in his eyes.

“It’s not nothing, y/n. Why would you say something like that?”

You sighed. “It’s hard to picture a future when we have to plan how we have to sneak out to have our next date. Don’t worry, it’s not my way of asking you to get down on one knee and give me a ring right here.”

“Then why did you even bring it up?” Irritation coated his tone because to be quite honest, he was irritated that you brought up something of importance in your relationship and voiced how you truly thought of it.

“Are you going to tell me that you have thought of the future? I can say that I haven’t been able to dream of something like that. I’m not blaming you, but that’s just how things are,” you crossed your arms and sat back with a huff.

Your insecurity in your relationship was showing. You always knew your relationship was like a small boat in a rocky sea, unsecure and not knowing if it would survive. It was horrible that thought was even real, but you couldn’t lie that you’ve thought of it before.

You weren’t blaming him, but he knew it was the tow of his career.

“I have and I cannot believe that’s what you truly thought of our relationship.” Jimin was disappointed. An almost glare on his face to come to the conclusion that you were so pessimistic about your relationship.

“You’re one of the top idols in this entire country. You fly across the world and leave for months at a time. I don’t get to feel you or even see you for months at a time! We have to plan any dates for weeks in advance or have them at midnight. My own best friend doesn’t even know I’ve been seeing someone for a year! Tell me that I can consider marrying you when I can’t even tell the closest people in my life about you.” Your voice failed you towards the end, leaving the last sentence in an almost whisper.

All your insecurities spewed out one by one and you didn’t even realize how hard of a hit it was to admit that you couldn’t tell anyone close to you about the person you loved the most in the entire world.

You glanced at his face and you knew the look on it before he had a chance to speak. The next words would probably be you knew that when you started this relationship. You didn’t want to stay to find out so instead, you stood and walked to the bedroom.

You didn’t really want to give in and cry, but silent tears fell. They fell and you just brought up your hand to wipe them away as you sat with your back against the headboard.

You wanted to shut out the creeping thoughts and chose to scroll aimlessly on your phone.

A knock sounded from the door and Jimin followed. His eyes softened at the sight of your frown and glassy eyes and he sat beside you, arms coming to sweep you into his embrace.

His embrace was always comforting to you and you melted into it, dropping your phone and allowing your arms to circle around his middle.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I hate seeing you like this and I wish it wasn’t me who did this,” he admitted with a deep breath. His hand glided gentle circles along your back.

“I was just being stupid and letting it get to me,” you admit. With more clarity, you realized you were being foolish, allowing such small things to affect you. It’s been a year after all and you’ve both been through it.

“The things you said were true and you had every right to feel that way. I just didn’t want you to get hurt through being in the public eye.”

The terms proposed were from Jimin. You weren’t part of his scene, no one knew who you were and he didn’t want sudden attention towards you and then criticism to come. You were his to protect from that and he didn’t want to be the reason for that hurt.

You would never deserve that hurt.

“If you’re ready, I can go outside and declare my love for you. I’ll scream it I have to,” Jimin said. God knows, he really just wanted the world to know the person that he loved the most in the entire world.

It received a soft laugh from you. “Idiot, then our neighbors will hate you.”

“I mean it though. If you’re ready,” he pulled away, eyes locking with yours. “And I promise, y/n, I love you now and I will love you when we get old. I may be gone for months sometimes, but I promise I will always come back to you. Finally, I promise you that we will have a future.”

“You sound like you’re making a vow to me,” you joked, but really, your heart was in freefall and your eyes pricked with a different type of tears caused by his words.

“I will make better vows when we actually get married. I promise that too,” he chuckled. Then he stuck out his pinky towards you.

“Now, promise me that you won’t let those things eat away for so long again. Let me know next time, even if you’re mad and you wanted to scream them into my ear.”

You linked your pinky with his and pressed your thumbs together to seal your promises to each other.

#bangtanarmynet #bangtanfairygarden #btswritersnet #bts fanfic #bts scenarios #jimin fanfic #bts scenario #bts jimin #bts fanfiction #bts fluff #bts angst #bts one shot #jimin fluff #jimin angst #w: promise #writing #w: the playlist series

80 notes · View notes

httpjeon · 6 years ago

Text

❝ book of beasts: the hunt ❞ pjm ― m.

― summary: every decade, your village holds a hunt to find a legendary white stag which live in the surrounding forest. in recent years, the hunt has become harder as the population of white stags have declined. this year is your first time participating.

white stag!jimin/reader | mythical shifter!au | fluff, smut, light angst | 8k ↬ content warnings: magic elements, loss of virginity, graphic cunnilingus, soft jimin, reader lowkey wants it rough but jimin wants 2 be soft

a/n: second installment of the book of beasts! this is white stag shifter!jimin! if you’re unaware, the first was hypothermia! you can find it on the series ml.

→ blog masterlist → series masterlist

The bells chimed in the village, signifying noon ─ all citizens were to gather together in the village center. You wrapped your worn cloak around your shoulders and ventured out.

It wasn’t long ago that you were even allowed to attend the town meetings, only those of age being allowed to be there. Children were to stay home or to be playing off in the outskirts of the village in the fields.

The ground beneath your feet was dead and cold, a sign that winter was coming. You knew the village elders would be announcing the Hunt. Just as you had been too young for town meetings, you were to young to attend the last Hunt.

The air had a certain chill to it and you pulled your cloak tighter around your frame. You could already see the crowd of people, surrounding the water well that was in the center of the village ─ your source of water and also a sort of landmark.

“The meeting will now begin,” An elderly man by the name of Dowon, the appointed village head. You hadn’t had much extended with him, he was a very busy man but from what you knew of him, he was a cold and calculated person who only showed warmth for the village children.

There was a time before you were an adult that he had offered you candy and smiled at you. Now, you only received hard stares from him. It was saddening but, that was the life in your village.

“Now that we are all gathered,” He began, scanning over the small crowd of people. “As you all know...it is nearing time for the Hunt. With just a week to prepare, I am aware there are a few new additions to the Hunt. I would like to take a moment to address what will take place.”

You knew a little bit of the tradition but the adults were always rather quiet about the details.

“For generations,” Dowon began, clasping his hands behind his back as he spoke. “Every decade, we hunt for a creature whom has always blessed us with good fortune. The legendary white stags which take refuge in the Sol Forest that surrounds our village.”

The white stag.

Legend has it that the founder of your village, while the neighboring towns and cities were waging war, he came in contact with a beautiful young woman in the forest who promised eternal protection if he could find and hunt a white stag and present it to her.

Since then, the tradition was passed down and now the white stag was seen as a form of protection and prosperity. If you hunted the stag, you would live safely and happily for another decade.

There were times when people would leave the village, refusing to believe in the existence of such a creature that brought such good things. Sometimes people just couldn’t let themselves fall prey to something that could be a hoax.

You, however, had never once doubted the stag.

Recalling a time when you were young, you had been eavesdropping from outside an open window listening to your parents talk.

“The population of stags is depleting,” You mother had whispered, sounding almost nervous. “One day there will be no more,”

“Don’t say that, Isaura,” You father had hissed, making your mother sigh.

“You cannot ignore the facts,” She had argued. “What will happen when the stags no longer exist? ____ may never get the chance to see one for herself.”

Your young self felt heartbroken at her words.

You would never be able to witness the beautiful creature you grew up hearing tales about?

Before you could even hear the end of your parents’ conversation, you were taking off into the forest. It wasn’t anything new, every child had played in the forest some time or another. With both your parents working and no friends to speak of, you often played by yourself.

The sun had been high in the sky and with it raining the previous night, causing the leaves and grass to shimmer and sparkle.

You should have expected to get lost. While you had played in the forest, it was always in places near the village. This time, however, you have traveled much deeper and before you knew it, when you looked around it was nothing but tall trees with overgrown canopies; effectively blocking out the sunlight that once flitted through.

It was silent and still and fear began to settle into your heart, causing it to pound in your chest.

You spun in circles, desperately trying to make heads or tales of where you were, which way you came from, and where to go. The sound of a twig snapping had you shrieking, your voice echoing through the trees, scaring some birds out of their nests.

“Are you okay?” A small voice startled you even more but when you went to run, you found yourself face first in some dirt which finally made tears burst from you.

“Oh no!” The small voice was closer this time and when you looked up, you came face to face with a baby-faced boy with messy black hair about your age. You instantly stopped crying, simply sniffing when he grabbed your elbow and helped you sit up. “I didn’t mean to scare you,”

“Wh-Who are you?” You asked, standing up beside him, looking him up and down.

He was wearing all white, an oversized fleece sweater and nicely fitting pants but no shoes. His clothes were shockingly unstained despite obviously wandering through the woods.

“My name is Jimin,” He smiled, holding his hand out for you to shake. “I live around here with my parents,”

“Oh, I didn’t know people lived in the woods,” He furrowed his brows for a moment, looking confused but then it changed and shrugged with a smile on his face. “Do you know the way back to Sol Village?”

“Sol?” He parroted, looking around a few times, humming. “It’s that way! Come on, I’ll walk you there!”

“So what’s it like living in the forest? It’s scary further away from the village,” You spoke as you followed behind him, stepping over branches and puddles.

“Well, I was born here so it’s not scary to me!” He replied, holding a branch down for you to step over easily. “I get to play in the trees and stuff all day so it’s fun for me!”

“That sounds cool, I guess,” You responded, falling silent for a split second before speaking again. “We play in the fields and stuff, we’re not really allowed in the forest,”

“Then what were you doing in there?” Jimin asked, though he didn’t sound like he was scolding you at all ─ more curious.

You shrugged, sighing. “I heard Mama and Pa talking about how the white stags are almost gone a-and I wanted to see if I could find one myself. It’ll be years before I get to hunt and what if by then there’s no more!”

Jimin stopped short, making you bump into his back. You stared at him from behind, watching as his shoulder rose and fell with a long sigh before he turned to look at you.

“The stags are leaving,” He responded, making your heart hurt with the admission. “But not only from the Hunt but because they’re leaving...for their own safety. W-They don’t want to die,”

His last words struck you and that was when it fully hit you that the Hunt wasn’t just a tradition to bring fortune and health to the people ─ it was the killing of an animal and they were running so they could live. For as long as you could remember, the people of Sol never once used the term death for the Hunt.

“You should be able to make it back on your own now, I’m not allowed to go any further,” Jimin said, offering you an almost sad smile. “Just go straight ahead and as the trees thin, the village will come into view.”

“Thank you, Jimin,” You looked up at him and smiled genuinely. However, before you could take a step away, he grabbed your arm.

“I didn’t get your name,”

“_____,”

“_____,” He repeated, nodding and smiling once again but this time, it was sad. “Listen, I have a favor...consider it repayment for helping you get back to your home,”

“Okay,” You couldn’t argue with that. You technically did owe him now.

“When you’re able to hunt,” He swallowed thickly. “The night before...I’d like you to come back into the forest. If you head north of your village, following the treeline, you’ll come across a willow tree. You won’t be able to miss it. When you find it, head straight into the forest from that tree. If you continue straight on, you’ll be lead right to a clearing.”

“Why would I do that?” You asked, not understanding the point of going to so much trouble. Why would this repay him?

“I want to speak to you that night. When we’re both older ─ so I can show you something really special,” You stared right into his eyes, deep and dark but holding childlike innocence before nodding. “I hope that you’ll remember. It’s very important.”

“Okay Jimin,” You agreed softly, looking down at the forest floor before back up at him, this time with conviction. “North of the village following the treeline, there’s a willow tree, and if I go straight in...you’ll meet me at the clearing,”

“Exactly,” He beamed, and this time his smile caused his eyes to disappear. “I’ll be waiting. Just 10 years,”

“10 years,” You repeated.

10 years.

That night you told your parents of the boy who lived in the forest. You mother quickly squashed those ideas by telling you there were no people in the forest, that perhaps the spirit of the stag had led you home.

You went to sleep confused.

Until your Mother’s death, she had been convinced you had made the whole thing up, chalking it up to childlike imagination and wonder. You didn’t bother trying to convince her.

“The Hunt is set to take place in just 3 days,” You tuned back in to Dowon speaking, announcing that that full moon was coming ─ thus commencing the Hunt.

The walk home was chilly, with dead leaves cracking beneath your feet with every step. You smiled kindly at the children who began to rush back home at the sound of the evening bell.

Inside the comfort of your home, you sat at your kitchen table and sighed.

Tomorrow night, you could go to the willow and meet Jimin.

The day of the hunt caused the village to be more lively than it had been in years. Newly of-age men and women were celebrating with home-made feasts they’d been saving up for all year; using their finest meats and vegetables while also partaking in a glass or two of wine.

The children of the village were allowed to celebrate, though they would be confined to their houses to be watched over by elders ─ those too old to participate. Chances are, most of them would be restless as they awaited to the return of their parents and siblings.

You, however, remained in your home just waiting for night to fall. You watched out your window as happy families laughed and sang songs of celebration together.

As night descended upon the village, you slipped your cloak over your shoulders, pulling the hood up to hopefully disguise yourself. It’s not that you weren’t allowed out during the night, although there was a curfew, but you didn’t particularly want people in your business as you went.

You rounded your house, keeping to the shadows.

Your house was a little bit aways from the busy center of town, in fact you lived closer to the outskirts. It had always been your preference, much quieter and you enjoyed looking into the forest.

Sol Forest, ever since that time you met Jimin, had been a been a source of interest to you. Many times, when you passed by a window in the night, you could swear you saw him standing on the treeline. But when you took a second look, there was no one.

At first it scared you, but before long it became fun to see when you would spot him.

When you tried to tell you mom that the forest boy visited you, she was convinced you had an imaginary friend so you just dropped it.

You knew what you saw and that’s all that mattered.

You managed to sneak past all the houses, not arousing any suspicion from the families inside. The moon was high in the air, casting light as you followed the treeline, allowing sufficient light for you to see the willow tree. Truth be told you had never been this way in your life, and it was a little unsettling. However, young Jimin’s voice begging to see you the night before the Hunt festered in your mind, making you persevere.

Finally, you came to a stop.

It was there.

Among tall oak trees was an incredibly out of place willow tree that seemed to almost radiate heat from it. Gently, you placed your hand against it and gasped; the tree had energy. You ripped your hand away, holding it to your chest, feeling your nerves almost buzzing.

A twig snapped, causing you to jerk your head to the right. Your eyes widened as you saw it; a white stag.

It’s antlers were magnificent and it seemed to almost glow. It stopped, locking eyes with you, one of its delicate ears twitching in your direction. Then, right before your eyes, it began to walk straight from the tree, exactly where you were meant to go.

Hurrying off, you rounded the tree to head into the forest, following after the creature. There was a path, overgrown and clearly unused, but it was still there. You lifted the ends of your dress, stepping over twigs and the like. Although there was natural light from the sky, with the treetops causing gaps of darkness, you had to be extra careful not to trip.

When you finally stepped foot in the clearing, there was no sign of the stag at all. That, however, quickly disappeared from your mind as you looked around; the grass in the clearing was fresh, plush green grass ─ as if it were spring. You crouched down and gently touched it, making you realize how warm the ground was beneath you as well.

“This clearing is connected through magic to the willow tree,” A voice had you squeaking out of fright, throwing you off balance and making you land on your butt.

“Wha-” Looking up, you were face to face with a beautiful man. “Jimin,”

“Ah, you remember my name too,” He grinned, making his eyes disappear. “I was afraid you wouldn’t show up,”

“What did you mean by magic?” You asked, watching as he took a seat in front of you.

“Well,” He hummed, playing with a blade of grass. “The tree is...a source of life for the stags in this forest. We all gather here for energy,”

“...We?” You whispered, making him look up with a smile.

“We...the stags,” He explained, keeping his tone calm and gentle.

“You...How are you a stag?” You furrowed your brows, leveling him with a firm stare.

“I can show you,” He offered, standing up. “There’s a book my kind have kept for centuries, you can read it if you’d like.”

He held his hand out for you to take. You hesitated for a split second but ultimately decided to give it a shot. When you placed your hand in his, the same energy that zapped in your system at the willow tree. He smiled when you yanked your hand back in shock.

“Follow me,” He said softly, turning his back to you to begin walking into the dense trees that surrounded the clearing.

He almost seemed to glow as you followed behind him, a halo of golden light surrounding his body. He was graceful, holding his head high with his shoulders squared ─ looking absolutely regal.

Trailing behind him in silence, you held the hem of your dress up as you walked, not wanting to get snagged on anything. You had no idea how much time passed as you walked, simply following paths through dense trees, leaves crunching beneath your feet behind the only sound. It took you a moment to realize how gracefully Jimin was walking, making virtually no noise ─ not even the leaves or sticks crunched beneath his feet.

Finally, you came to another clearing; this one didn't hold the same energy as the other one, however, it did hold a small, quaint little cottage. In front of the windows were small flower boxes, filled with pink and purple flowers you didn't have the knowledge to identify. There was a gentle glow coming from one of the windows, the others dark. It deemed almost like a beacon in the otherwise dark forest.

"You live here?" You asked, finally breaking the reigning silence that had been hanging over the two of you.

"Yes," He chuckled, looking behind his shoulder as he opened the front door to his home. "Did you expect me to live among the wildlife?"

"Do you want a serious answer?" You teased, smiling easily as you accepted his invite inside.

It was warm and you undid the golden button on your cloak, letting it slide off to hang on a little hook beside the door.

"Come," The young man beckoned you deeper into his home.

In the living area, there was a bookcase. Scanning the various novels on the shelves, you were shocked to see such a variety of books; romance, mystery, even journals you could only assume he wrote himself. Books were a luxury that were rarely available in Sol or really anywhere, so you were quite curious as to how he had amounted such a trove of literature.

Before you could ask, though, he pulled out a book that was much thicker than any of the others. The veins in his hands bulged under the weight as he picked it up and with a nod of his head, he directed you to sit beside him on the couch.

"This is a book that holds the history of this forest," He said, carefully blowing off a layer of dust that had accumulated on the cover before opening to a page he seemed to easily find. “Long ago, Sol Forest was watched over by an entity Dibin. She protected all the creatures that inhabited until the die she died; when she did, her magic became infused with the forest. Thus, the creatures she once looked over had the ability to alter their appearance. White stags were some of the only magical creatures left living here from Dibin’s lifetime. There was many of us, thousands of us occupied this land,”

As he spoke, he flipped through the book, grazing his fingers over pictures and art. It didn’t take you long to realize that the words were in an entirely different language. You briefly wondered if he understood as his eyes drifted over the text, a small smile coming to his lips that could only be described as nostalgic.

“When the village of Sol was erected and the tradition of The Hunt began, we tried to stay and fight through it, persevere. We didn’t want to leave our home. But as the population began to fall and thousands turned into hundreds; many fled for self preservation. Only a few of us remained...a dozen or so,” Your heart ached as he finally looked up at you, dark eyes holding much sadness within them. “When we met...those years ago, I was living here in this cottage with my parents. A few years ago...my father passed away..”

“How did he die?” You asked, note breaking your eyes away from his so he could see the sincerity in your gaze.

Jimin shrugged before speaking, this time in a much desolate tone. "He got sick one day and just...didn't get better," He sighed, flipped a few more pages in the book. "After that, my mom wanted to leave the forest and follow where the others had gone."

"You didn't go?" You asked, glancing at a piece of art in the book which depicted a white stag in front of the willow tree.

"No," He responded quickly, looking back up at you. "I didn't want to leave Sol. This is my home, you know. So, she left without me."

"That's so sad, I can't imagine how that must feel. You miss her?"

"Yeah, I miss her every day," He confessed, his shoulders slumping as he said those words. "I'm the last stag in this forest now."

"The last?!" You cried. How had a forest that was once filled with white stags dwindled down to one; one with whom you were sitting beside right now.

"Yes and," He turned to look straight at you now, his eyes holding a fire that hadn't been there before. "That's why I need your help. You're the only human I can ask."

"Help? How can I help?"

"When The Hunt begins, you can lead them away from my home. I'll hide out here; if I can make it through this hunt then I can work on the population of Sol Forest until the next one." He explained, speaking almost desperately.

“I’ll do it,” You agreed easily. You had never wanted to participate in The Hunt as much as other villagers had; whenever it was brought up there was always a pit of anxiety in your stomach. Now, you knew this was what you were meant to do; protect the beautiful creatures that had been decimated by a years of tradition. Maybe one day, the forest would be flush with the white stags once again. The first step was to protect the last one. "But wait,"

"What is it?"

"How come you don't just...blend?" At the confused look on his face, you explained. "I mean, since you're human...right now...why don't you just wear a cloak and blend with the hunters?"

"Well," He hummed, flipping further into the book as you watched. He stopped on a page filled with unfamiliar characters of his language. "The village would probably easily notice an unfamiliar face among them. And also...I shift during the full moon."

"Full moon..." You sighed, realizing the plan you had wouldn't work. "Like werewolves?"

Jimin laughed at this, his shoulders shaking. "I suppose it's similar to werewolves except we don't crave blood and kill things in a blood-rage like they do. I'll be fully in my mind and self-aware but...unable to maintain a human form."

"Then I guess...your plan's the only way, huh?"

Nerves were alive and well in your chest as you stood with the men and women of your village. The sun was barely peeking above the horizon, painting the sky with splashes of warm reds and oranges; it was a contrast with the chill that was in the air.

"You all know what to do," Dowon said, voice booming and overpowering the soft murmur the crowd had been enveloped in. "Let's go."

You all set off, tightening your grip on your bow as you skulked into the forest the same as everyone else.

You had specifically joined the group that would be scouring the area around Jimin’s home. While you weren’t the leader, the group was small enough that you knew they would listen to you.

“I’ll search this way,” You offered, nodding your head to the left.

“There’s a stream out that way,” A man, Alan, claimed, adjusting his hunting knife in his grip. “There may be wild animals gathering there for water.”

“I can handle myself quite well,” You quipped, meeting his worried gaze. “Plus, it’d be a good place to try and track footprints, right?”

“I guess so,” Alan sighed, his shoulders sagging. “I’ll be nearby then, in case you have a run in.”

You plastered a false smile on your face while internally rolling your eyes. Turning your back, you stalked through the woods, putting on an air of attempting to be stealthy. The moonlight provided some visibility; you didn’t need it because you knew a bit of the way there.

“They’re nearby,” You whispered as quietly as you could as you caught sight of Jimin hiding out of sight. “I couldn’t keep them entirely away but they know I’m searching in this area alone.”

It was then that you realized this was your first time seeing him like this.

He was absolutely magnificent; coat as white and unblemished as freshly fallen snow. Antlers atop his head that seemed to sparkle in the moonlight. Hesitantly, you reached out and brushed your fingers against his fur; to your shock, he leaned into your touch, closing his round brown eyes at the feeling.

If you hadn’t believe him before when he told you he was a white stag, this certainly would have been enough to convince you. You could see the emotions and recognition in his face and eyes when he looked at you.

“Once the sun begins to rise, we’ll all return home,” You saw the way his eyes sparkles at your words, a small smile forming on your lips.

You knew you would probably sleep for a while 48 hours after this whole stressful affair was done. Never in your life had you been so terrified of being found by someone of your village; you didn’t even want to think of the consequences of trying to hide a White Stag.

“Maybe I should have made some paint and colored you brown, make you blend in with the trees,” You joked, holding in a laugh when he fixed you with what you could only imagine was meant to be glare.

He was knelt on the ground, making himself as small as possible as you sat beside him ─ the ground was quite cold beneath you. Both of you would flinch and your heart would accelerate at the sound of twigs snapping or leaves rustling.

Even if you wanted to relax, you couldn’t.

You stalked into the woods, feeling much calmer than you had previously. You lightly touched the willow tree, feeling the small tingle flow up your arm before you carried down a path you seemed to have already memorized. Since The Hunt, you had been visiting the stag relatively often; the two of you forming a close friendship.

Jimin's cabin came into view and you smiled; picking up the pace to reach his front porch. You knocked a few times and, to your surprise, he took only a second to answer; that adorable eye-smile lighting up his entire face.

"How are you doing?" You ask as you step into his warmly heated home, the smell of firewood burning filling your senses.

"I'm great," He shut the door once you were inside and took your cloak from you to hang it up; the bright red contrasting prettily next to his white cloak. "How are you?"

"I'm okay, pretty tired," You responded easily, following Jimin into the living room. There was a fire going, and you smiled at the cozy feeling it gave off.

"I'm making tea, would you like some?" At his question, you readily agreed, feeling your body and soul relaxing in such a calm atmosphere.

When he placed the mug in front of you on a little coaster, you smiled, patting the seat beside you. He held his mug in his hands, uncaring taking a sip of the steaming liquid without flinching. Then with a sigh, he place the cup down and looked at you.

"What is it?" You asked, cocking your head as you registered the complete seriousness in his gaze.

"I need to leave," He said, tone flat.

"Leave? The forest?" He nodded, heaving another sigh.

"Mating season is coming up," He explained, not noticing the way you blushed in response. "Since there are no females available this season here, I have to travel to the nearest cluster in order to mate. It will be the first step to repopulating this forest."

"Is it dangerous?" You asked. "The travel, I mean."

"Yes," He admitted. "I haven't done it before. This is the first season I decided it would be worth it to try. But there are many creatures which will want to have me for food. Also the hunters of various villages and towns along the way, I could very well perish."

"That's so scary..." Then something he said seemed to click in your mind. "But wait...if she lives in another forest...how will the child be here?"

"Well, my kind mate for life," He explained, shocking you. "We find a mate and...for the rest of our lives we are together."

"Wow, that sounds lovely," You whisper, not quite understanding the ache in your chest.

"Don't look so worried, I'll be fine!"

"Huh?" You looked up to see the shine in his eyes was brighter than ever.

"I'll come back safe and sound, I promise,"

Without knowing why, you forced a smile and nodded at his words.

Your bed felt oddly cold as you stared at the ceiling. Never before had you shared a bed with another person but you couldn't help but feel like someone was missing.

You forced yourself out of bed and pulled on your cloak, not even bothering to change out of your nightclothes or put on any shoes. You had one clear goal in mind and without a second of hesitation or taking a moment to think of the consequences of your actions, you rushed from your home.

The air was much chillier than you expected and you briefly regretted not putting on shoes.

However, when you stepped foot into the oh-so-familiar clearing, the ground allowed some heat into your frozen toes.

You were panting by the time you reached Jimin's front door ─ all the lights inside were turned off. However, you could see the smoke coming from the chimney, meaning he was in fact inside at least. Steeling yourself, you raised your fist to bang on the door. But before you could make contact, the door swung open to reveal the very man you were searching for.

"I knew you would come back," When he spoke, his voice was much deeper than you had expected. Every time you talked to him, he always had a bright, soft lilt in his tone that made you feel happy. Now, it was low and husky and had a heat settling in your body.

"W-What?" You whispered, your breath showing up in the air as a result of the cold temperature.

"You feel the same way, don't you?" He asked, although the way he looked at you showed it was more of a statement. You nodded in agreement anyway, which caused him to smile. It wasn't the bright eye-smile you loved, however, no it was more of a smirk. He reached out and gripped your wrist, pulling you inside his home.

"Jimin, I-"

"I know," He whispered, reaching up to undo the golden button on your cloak, that held it on. Once it was unbuttoned, he hung it up in the same spot you always hunt it in. "I saw that way you looked at me when I told you I had to leave. I could hear the way your heart ached at my words,"

You stepped closer to him, feeling almost desperate to be closer to him. He seemed to understand as he ever so gently placed his hands on your waist, letting you feel his warmth through the thin fabric of your nightdress.

"Do you want me the same way I want you?" He questioned, leaning closer to you so you could feel the tickle of his bangs brushing your skin. "You know if you do this...you'll be with me forever?"

"I...I want it, I want to be by your side until I die, Jimin," You whispered, inching onto your tiptoes to urge him to kiss you, bringing your lips closer together.

"Sweet girl," He cooed, finally touching his lips to yours.

The same feeling as when he first touched you zapped through your system. You whimpered, the electricity flowing through your body and causing you to tremble. However, you didn't pull away ─ couldn't pull away. You gripped the front of his shirt, soft cotton beneath your fingertips, pulling him even closer so your bodies were pressed together. One of his arms wrapped around your waist and the other wrapped around your shoulders to let his fingers tangle in your hair. You were so close, so warm against each other that you wouldn't stop the soft sighs of pleasure that escaped your lips even if you wanted to.

When Jimin finally pulled away, you immediately missed his lips on yours. He smiled, pushing a piece of hair behind your ear, looking absolutely smitten already.

"I'm so happy," He whispered, watching the way your eyes lit up at his words. "I feel so lucky to have found you. You went so far for me and I never thought a human would be someone I could take as my companion."

"But...how will the population come back if I'm just a human?"

"It will not matter," He responded, leaning down to press a chaste kiss against your forehead. "My magic will overtake in the child's system."

You blushed at the mention of a child, making Jimin chuckle. It wasn't abnormal for couples to marry and immediately have a child. Part of you wanted to voice to Jimin that you wished to just...be with him for a while.

"Don't worry," He suddenly cooed, seeming to understand your thoughts again. "We will have time to have a child, I promise."

"How do you do that?" You mumbled, fighting back a chuckle.

"You are mine," He responded quickly. "You have accepted me into your heart...I can tell what you're thinking...what you're feeling." At the last one, he licked his lips and chuckled, making you blush like mad.

"Would you like to wash up first?"

"Sure, that'd be nice," You agreed, letting him lead you through the cottage with a hand on your wrist.

"My room is just across the hall," He muttered, turning around and heading to the door across the hall. Ever so gently, you shut the door and let out a sigh once you were in solitude.

You stood in front of the mirror, taking in your flushed appearance. The run here had caused dirt to stick to your face and even your neck. You dipped your hands into the water basin to gather water, using it to wipe away the sweat and dirt that stained your skin.

When you looked back up, water dripping down, you let out a breath.

You looked presentable so you grabbed the towel off the rack and dried your face. With a pounding heart and trembling hands, you opened the bathroom door.

Jimin's bedroom door was open, a gentle glow coming from within along with the soft scent of apple pie wafting through the air. As you stepped into the doorway, you could see Jimin lighting a couple candles.

"Oh!" He jumped when he realized you were there, placing a now lit candle on the nightstand beside his bed. "I uh...hope you don't mind. My mother once said you should always make a woman feel special when she is to be your mate,"

You felt the heat of a blush take over your face at the mention of becoming his mate. Still, despite feeling shy, you bit your lip as a wave of excitement traveled over you ─ making you shiver in anticipation.

When Jimin slowly walked over to you to cup your cheeks to bring your eyes to his, you could see the way his sparkled. He leaned down, pressing the softest kiss to your nose before speaking.

"We don't have to do anything," He cooed, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and dusting his thumb along your cheek.

It was then that you remembered he could tell what you were feeling. His care for you lightened your heart and you reached up and cupped the hand that rested on your cheek no.

"Don't worry, I really want to," You whispered, knowing he could sense the honesty in you. Just as you expected, he visibly relaxes and a serene smile passes over his face.

"I really want to kiss you,"

"Then kiss me," You replied, taking the lead and leaning forward until your lips barely touched. Then Jimin closed to distance, pulling you into a deep kiss that made your head fuzzy.

His hands grabbed your waist, pulling you so your bodies were pressed together; it made the fact that he was growing hard in his slacks difficult to ignore. Instead of feeling shy, however, it sent a wave of lust through you and Jimin groaned as you pressed against the hardness more.

"Do you─Can I take this off?" He asked, his voice trembling as he bunched the fabric in his hands.

"Y-Yeah," You consented, stepping away from him slightly so he could pull it up.

One of the buttons became tangled in your hair, making you whine as he tugged it. He let out a small laugh, leaning closer to carefully freeing you and then letting the fabric fall to the floor.

Instead of ogling your exposed body like you expected, he pressed a chaste kiss against your forehead before taking your hand and leading you to the bed. When you were seated comfortably on the mattress, he pulled the white shirt he always seemed to wear off his body.

You swallowed thickly, taking in his body; the flat plane of his tummy and the bulging veins in his arms.

However, what truly caught your eye was the beautiful, intricate tattoo that sat on his right peck, going in and traveling down his ribs. You reached up, dragging your fingertips along the art to feel the zap of electricity through your arm.

"When my kind turn 16, we are given this tattoo to show we have reached maturity," He explains, smiling as you continued to touch him.

Instead of answering, you pulled him down so you could kiss him again. He smiled against your lips, pushing you to lay flat on the bed, holding his weight above you by his elbows. Your hands became busy, brushing through his hair to feel the soft locks and wrapping your arms around him and trail your fingers up the bare expanse of his back, making him shudder.

Then, he pulled away to sit back on his heels. His dark eyes slowly trailed down your body, taking in the gentle curve of your breasts topped with pebbled buds, the smooth skin of your stomach, and finally your heat, which was covered by white cotton panties.

"White," He whispered, dragging his fingers over the fabric, smiling. "My favorite color."

"I should have guessed," You replied, teasing him, making his playfully glare at you.

He didn't say anything, however, instead he leaned down to press a kiss against your chest. You sighed at the feeling, watching through lidded eyes as he continued to kiss his way across your chest until he reached a pert nipple. Biting your lips, you kept your eyes on him even as he closed his own and enveloped your bud in his hot, wet mouth. You sighed at the feeling, unable to keep your eyes open once he added his fingers to the mix to cater to your other nipple.

One hand tangled in his hair, unable to resist touching him while the other was gripping his sheets tightly to ground yourself. It felt like you should be feeling shy or embarrassed but with him, you felt oddly comfortable; like you had nothing to hide or be ashamed of.

In this world, many people married for the sake of marriage and passing down the genes and having children. Not even your parents were married out of love.

And although you weren't sure if what you felt for Jimin was love, it certainly felt right.

While you were becoming dizzy with the feeling of him, his other hand brushed over your core through your panties, making you jump. When you glanced down at him, Jimin was gazing at you through his lashes.

"Jimin," You whispered, your voice making him break away from your breast to respond with a soft "yes". You didn't know what to say, making him giggle, leaning down to kiss the center of your chest.

"I'll take care of you," He whispered, sitting up completely again but this time he scooted further down the bed before he laid flat on his stomach between your thighs. "You're wet."

"Hey!" You cried, attempting to shut your legs, not used to such blunt language referring to your body.

"Don't hide," He chastised, but still holding a delicate smile on his lips.

He slipped his thumbs beneath the band of your panties, starting to pull them down. Biting your lips to fight the heat threatening to overcome your face, you lifted your hips to help him pull them all the way off.

You were completely bare before him and he grinned, pressing his lips against the skin of your calf, knee, and thigh all the way up your body until he met your lips once again.

Kissing him was definitely your favorite thing, his lips were so plush and soft and warm against yours. You couldn't stop the whimper escaping at the introduction of his tongue, deepening the kiss. He finally broke away, leaving you both panting.

He recovered first, dropping back down your body again, spreading your legs with more force than you expected. However, the feeling of him treating you rougher had your core clenching around nothing, making you gush.

"Do you like that?" He whispered, licking his lips as his mouth was level with your heat. When you nodded, he chuckled darkly. "We'll tackle that another time. Right now I just...want to make you feel loved."

Then, when you relaxed against the bed, he suddenly licked a stripe up your slit, gathering the creaming wetness there and moaning. Before you could control yourself, you fingers were tangling in his hair as you cried you. He chuckled, the vibrations making you keen before he licked up again, this time focusing on catching your clit.

"Jimin!" You whined, arching your back as he wrapped his lips around the bud.

it felt phenomenal; like nothing you ever felt before.

"You're...sensitive," He whispered before using his thumbs to spread your folds, exposing your twitching entrance and hard clit; licking the little bud as it peeked out from under its hood.

You couldn't respond, too overcome with the pleasure he was giving you. Part of you wondered if Jimin had done this or if regular sex without mating was even allowed; he was just so good.

He pulled away rather suddenly, closing his eyes and licking his lips free of your leftover juices.

You nearly cried in relief when he began to push his pants down, tossing the fabric on the floor.

His cock was hard, the head red with a bead of precum leaking at the tip. He wrapped his fist around it, giving a few good pumps as he knelt between your legs again.

All your life you expected to feel nerves at this stage, with his cock prodding your entrance, a centimeter away from spreading your virgin walls. However, as you find yourself in this position with Jimin, you only felt the need to make him go faster.

He leaned down, giving you a sweet kiss and making you smile at the softness. His eyes were sparkling as he gazed down at you, making you feel like the most special girl.

“Are you ready?” He asked, gripping his length in one hand as he prodded against your tight entrance.

At your nod of consent he began to push inside you, keeping an eye on your facial expressions. Your brows furrowed and your mouth opened in a silent moan as you felt your walls stretch around him. There was a slight burn but the second he brushed against a spot inside you, your back arched. Jimin chuckled a little at your reaction, bottoming out and reaching down to circle your clit; enjoying the feeling of your walls clamping down around him at the feeling.

Tossing your head back, your felt your eyes roll when he slowly pulled out, pushing back in the solid slap of skin meeting. He was slow and careful, aiming for the spot inside you that had your thighs trembling, all the while rolling your hard clit beneath his thumb.

You clawed at the sheets and pillows, nearly beside yourself over the pleasure that was flooding your system. Jimin panted above you, giving you a beautiful view with his bangs pushed back, making him look powerful. The hand not occupied beneath your legs traveled up your body to cup your breast, pinching the nipple between two fingers, groaning when you clenched around him hard.

Suddenly, you could feel pleasure mounting inside you; threatening to explode. It was white hot heat in your core, winding up and you couldn’t stop yourself from arching.

“Are you close?” Jimin whispered, smirking as you were too caught up in your head to even respond to him. He sped up, panting and groaning himself as he finally let himself go as well.

Pinning your thighs open, he fucked you much faster; sending you flying over the edge. Your mind blanked, the only thing your mouth could say was his name. He removed his thumb from your clit as you became too sensitive for the extra stimulation.

You relaxed, still trembling and coming down from your high when he pulled out, wrapping his hand around himself to pump himself to completion. Warm splatters of his cum painted your skin, your eyes opening to catch the tail end of his orgasm; his head possed back to expose his neck and his whined.

He relaxed, leaning down over you to meet your lips in a lazy, slow kiss.

“We should wash up,” You whispered, voice scratchy due to the moaning you did.

“We can head to the stream,” Jimin sat up, leaning off the side of the bed to collect his pants and shirt.

He offered the shirt to you, helping you slide it over your head; it was too big for you so when you stood up, it covered everything it needed to. Jimin simply slid on his pants, not bothering with a shirt before he lead you out of the home.

The walk to the stream was peaceful and quick, not even taking two minutes to get there. Jimin was quick to strip his pants off and hop in the water. As soon as he was submerged, you body was overcome with a shiver; it felt like you were just dunked into the water. JImin laughed from where he was wading, a shit-eating grin on his face.

"I was waiting for that," He laughed, his voice echoing through the trees.

"W-What?" You whined, still too stunned to strip yourself.

"Well," He giggled again, wading closer to the shoreline, reaching his hand out to you. "Now that we're mated, you can feel me just as I feel you." You fought a smile, pulling the shirt off and taking Jimin's hand to allow him to help you into the water.

You both washed yourselves free of the sweat and fluids that accumulated on your bodies. The water, though cold at first, seemed to grow warmer the longer you were in it; your body temperatures becoming accustomed. He wrapped his arms around your middle, resting his chin on your shoulder as you both stared at the sparkling night sky, feeling absolutely blissful in each others hold.

And as the sun began to peek over the horizon, casting delicate shadows along the ground and bathing the serene Sol Forest in washes of red, you turned in Jimin's arms and pressed the most gentle kiss upon his lips, making the beautiful man smile.

#bts smut #jimin smut #bts scenarios #jimin scenarios #bts imagines #jimin imagines #bts preferences #jimin preferences #bts reactions #jimin reactions #bts fanfic #jimin fanfic #jimin/reader #jimin/you

3K notes · View notes

phantomtutor · 2 years ago

Text

SOLUTION AT Academic Writers Bay PJM 460 CSU Normative Leadership Theory and Leadership Styles Essay PJM 460 CSU Normative Leadership Theory and Leadership Styles Essay PJM460 MOD1 Critical Thinking EssayRequiredChapter 1 (“Leadership Theory Paradigms” section) in Leadership: Theory, Application, and Skill DevelopmentChapter 2 (“Personality Traits and Leadership” section through “Leadership Attitudes” section) in Leadership: Theory, Application, and Skill DevelopmentChapter 4 in Leadership: Theory, Application, & Skill DevelopmentFleaca, E., & Fleaca, B. (2014). Leadership issues in project management. FAIMA Business & Management Journal, 2(2), 27-40.Rajablu, M., Marthandan, G., & Yusoff, W. (2015). Managing for stakeholders: The role of stakeholder-based management in project success. Asian Social Science, 11(3), 111-125. Retrieved from http://citeseerx.ist.psu.edu/viewdoc/download?doi=10.1.1.665.5661&rep=rep1&type=pdfRecommendedPart 1, Chapter 1, Section 1.2.3; Chapter 3, Section 3.3 in A Guide to the Project Management Body of Knowledge.Howell, V. (2018). Project management as a tool for leadership development. Ceramic Industry, 168(5), 10-11.ReferencesLussier, R. N., & Achua, C. F. (2015). Leadership: Theory, application, & skill development (6th ed.). Mason, OH: Cengage/Thomson South-Western.Project Management Institute. (2017). A guide to the project management body of knowledge: (PMBOK® guide) (6th ed.). Newtown Square, PA, USA: Project Management Institute.Option #1: Normative Leadership Theory and Leadership StylesFor this assignment, select a project example and summarize it. For the following five different combinations of project phases and project stakeholders, explain how a different one of the five normative leadership theory leadership styles –“decide, consult individually, consult group, facilitate, and delegate” (Lussier & Achua, 2015, p. 123) — could be applied, using a specific situation that might be encountered in the selected project: (Also, see the course text for a full description of the five styles.)Initiating Phase — CustomerPlanning Phase — Project SponsorExecution Phase — Project TeamExecution Phase — Functional ManagerClosing Phase — FinanceYour paper must include the following, titled sections:IntroductionProject ExampleInitiating Phase — CustomerPlanning Phase — Project SponsorExecuting Phase — Project TeamExecuting Phase — Functional ManagerClosing Phase — FinanceSummaryReferencesSubmission Requirements:Prepare a 3- to 4-page paper (not including the required cover/title and reference pages and any appendices you may have) addressing your assignment requirements above.Select at least three credible, peer-reviewed, scholarly sources (published within the last five years) from the CSU-Global Library. These should be in addition to course textbooks, required or recommended readings, or lecture material that you decide to use.Format your entire paper according to the CSU-Global Guide to Writing & APA (Links to an external site.).Be clear, concise, and focused. Be sure to properly organize your writing. After the title on page 2, include an introduction with a thesis and mapping for your paper. Include headings/subheadings for the body of your work as well as analysis and recommendations (if applicable), a conclusion, list of references, and any appendices.Option #2: Normative Leadership Theory and Leadership StylesPrepare a paper in which you summarize each of the five normative leadership theory leadership styles (decide, consult individually, consult group, facilitate, and delegate (Lussier & Achua, 2015, p. 123).Provide an example of a real or hypothetical project situation in which the project manager uses the leadership style.A separate project example must be provided to support the discussion of each leadership style. Each example must include a specification of the phase of the project life cycle to which it applies.Your paper must include the following, titled sections:IntroductionDecide

Leadership StyleConsult Individually Leadership StyleConsult Group Leadership StyleFacilitate Leadership StyleDelegate Leadership StyleConclusionReferencesSubmission Requirements:Prepare a 3- to 4-page paper (not including the required cover/title and reference pages and any appendices you may have) addressing your assignment requirements, above.Select at least three credible, peer-reviewed, scholarly sources (published within the last five years) from the CSU-Global Library. This should be in addition to course textbooks, required or recommended readings, or lecture material you decide to use.Format your entire paper according to the CSU-Global Guide to Writing & APA (Links to an external site.).Be clear, concise, and focused. Be sure to properly organize your writing. After the title on page 2, include an introduction with a thesis and mapping for your paper. Include headings/subheadings for the body of your work as well as analysis and recommendations (if applicable), a conclusion, list of references, and any appendices. CLICK HERE TO GET A PROFESSIONAL WRITER TO WORK ON THIS PAPER AND OTHER SIMILAR PAPERS CLICK THE BUTTON TO MAKE YOUR ORDER

0 notes

markberries · 8 years ago

Text

hold me by the heart || pjm / kth

hi friends! it’s been a long time since i wrote something, so here you go!

genre: angst, fluff

desc: You and Taehyung’s relationship have been going downhill lately, him coming home at late hours and what happens when he sees Jimin confessing his love for you?

word count ; 5.4k

“How can I even trust you anymore?”

[ May 25th, 2017 ]

Love is a beautiful but dangerous thing. It can be filled with happiness, sadness, heartbreak, or affectionate wonders. When you tell someone you love them, it’s like you’re forming a bond with them, and only certain things can break that bond, because of the amount of trust they give you. Breaking that bond, is like breaking any type of relationship you had together.

It had been nearly a year since you had an unfortunate event in your life that occurred with you, your ex-boyfriend, and your current boyfriend.

The sad and depressing few days were still painted fresh in your mind, although you were now dating again, and you’re happy. You remembered the look of heartbreak that Taehyung (your ex-boyfriend) had in his eyes the day that your relationship ended.

You could recall almost everything that happened, actually. It was just something that someone couldn’t forget, because what happened was so tragic.

It was safe to say that you were over the brown haired boy, with your new boyfriend, but you couldn’t help but think of everything that happened between the three of you.

[ May 16th, 2016 ]

“Only one more sentence,” you muttered under you breath, typing away at the MacBook that sat in front of you, the luminous light was the only thing that could be seen in the dark room. You were completely exhausted, working until 1 AM in the morning was not your original plan.

You sighed in relief, dropping your tired and worn out hands on the keyboard as you stared at the word count at the bottom right corner of your laptop, slightly smiling when you realised you were able to reach the minimum amount of words for the project that was due at 8 AM that morning.

You jumped a little bit when you heard your apartment’s front door close loudly, your breath was steady as you stared at the pitch black hall, waiting for a figure to pop out at any moment.

You heard heavy footsteps, and you cursed yourself for not locking the front door, because being a twenty-one year old woman, you couldn’t help but be paranoid of the other men who had wrong intentions out in your neighbourhood.

“W-who’s there?” You stuttered in fear, standing up while your dining room chair pushed back, making a loud scraping noise on the wooden floor. You were completely frightened of the idea of someone sneaking into your apartment, so you slowly crept towards the hallway.

The loud footsteps came to a stop, and so you did the same thing, keeping your ground while trying not to freak out and scream at a very high pitch.

“Y/N? Is that you?” A deep and soft voice called out to you.

I recognize that voice, you thought as you squinted your eyes so you could see through the darkness more clearly. “Taehyung?”

A brown haired boy peeked his head out of the darkness, his chocolate brown eyes spotted you, giving you his infamous box smile when he saw you, but you weren’t smiling.

You gave Taehyung, your boyfriend, a cold glare, before walking back over to your laptop to turn it off, it was like you didn’t even want to acknowledge Taehyung’s presence.

“Aw, don’t be like that,” Taehyung whined, walking over to you who began logging off of your laptop and closing it. He wrapped his arms around your waist, while you just continued to walk to your shared bedroom.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” Taehyung asked with a pout, and you just stopped in your tracks. Taehyung rested his head on your shoulder, your guys’ height difference making him have to bend down.

“Nothing is wrong,” you said in a monotone voice, and Taehyung let go of his grip on you, sighing and running a hand through his brown locks. “Sweetie, I’ve been dating you for three years, and we’ve been friends since the beginning of high school. I think that I should know when something is wrong.”

You were definitely not in the mood to deal with Taehyung’s stubbornness at the moment, especially since he always came home late, giving you second thoughts about your current relationship.

The thought was quite funny to the poor you, though. Taehyung insisted that he knew you so well, but he didn’t realise that he was causing you this pain. It truly is horrible, only being able to see the face of your lover once a week, because he was out doing God knows what.

A soft sigh left your mouth, tears filling your eyes as you tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear, walking away from the conversation in almost a casual way, making Taehyung confused, thoughts filling his mind.

You walked into the bathroom, turning on the light as the new sight hurt your eyes. You placed your hands onto the marble tiles of the counter, staring at your form in the mirror. Your eyes looked like they were restless all the time now, you were wearing a plain black hoodie that belonged to Taehyung that is far too big for you, and just normal black sweatpants.

“Doesn’t he realise what he’s doing?” You asked yourself, studying your own features. Taehyung on the other hand, he was sitting on the bed that you two shared, thinking of possible things that could’ve happened to you that made you this way.

Maybe something to do with university, Taehyung shrugged, completely oblivious to what he’s been doing to you, an overly-stressed girl.

She’s been really distant lately, Taehyung thought to himself, could she maybe be.. Cheating in some way? He was quickly disconnected from his thoughts when you came out of the bathroom, your bags under your eyes were now visible and you looked extremely tired.

Taehyung decided to speak his mind, afraid for the answer that he was thinking of. “Y/N, are you cheating on me?”

The question shocked shocked you, making you whip around in confusion and anger. You were upset that he had the nerve to ask a question like that when he was the one who always came home late, he was the one who no longer gave you a good morning kiss, it was him who gave up on your relationship.

“P-pardon?” You asked, not believing that those words had came straight out of Taehyung’s mouth.

Your answer worried Taehyung. The stutter, the stalling, he felt like it was all adding up now. He had the feeling that you were cheating, even though he knew very well that you were a very loyal and kind person that had once been cheated on as well, and you had directly told Taehyung that you were never going to hurt someone like that in your life.

“You heard me,” Taehyung added a scoff with his reply, being completely confident now, he crossed his arms over his chest as he stood up from your bed, the black sheets ruffled and your white pillows were placed neatly at the top of the bed.

You, who was now in complete irritation, argued back. “Shouldn’t I be the one asking you that?”

“What?” Taehyung was taken back by your answer, confused once again. He wasn’t used to them arguing like this, ever since he had been working late, he wasn’t even used to your relationship anymore. It was like he was just doing this for the first time.

“You’re always home at early morning hours like 3 AM or you don’t even come home at all, staying out late in the ‘office’ to do some work. I’m sick and tired of it Taehyung, so I want to you to tell me now, are you seeing someone else? Because I’m having a hard time believing that it’s just work keeping you out. God, it’s like you even came home early today!”

You ranted on and on, letting your frustrations out once and for all, while Taehyung stood there, speechless. He decided that maybe, it would be good to let you talk.

“I don’t even know what’s happening to us, we barely even see each other anymore, is all this pain worth it?” You asked, tears filling your eyes while Taehyung wanted to do nothing more but pull you into a loving embrace and remind you everything would work out in the end.

“Please Y/N, I love you, and you only, I could never forgive myself if I were to cheat on you,” Taehyung took a hold of your small hands, holding them to his chest before you pulled them away harshly.

“How can I even trust you anymore?”

Warm tears ran down your face. You were afraid of this before. You remembered the early days of your relationship, it was so much different than now. Before, you two couldn’t even stand an hour without seeing each other, and now, here you guys are. Struggling to see each other once a week.

You sighed, looking down at your feet in sadness. In the beginning of your relationship, you never thought you would’ve said this to Taehyung. “Taehyung, we need a break.”

Taehyung dreaded those words escape , he looked at you in complete fear, because that was the last thing he wanted to hear right now. “No - no we don’t! Please don’t say that! You know that couples can never have breaks..”

“We need it Taehyung, and if one thing leads to another, and at a point we break up, I think it’ll work out alright for us.”

“No, Y/N listen to me, I can’t lose you, I love you, please, I’m sorry, I’ll try to get out of work for a while,” Taehyung begged with all his might, but you needed this. Taehyung needed this. You both needed to be happy.

“I think this is for the better,” You said, trying to hide the sob that would escape her mouth any second. You looked down to the ground, while you tried not to break down there and then.

“We can do better! Jesus Y/N, can you stop being clingy for a week and maybe we can solve this!?” Taehyung covered his mouth as soon as he said that, and your head shot up.

Taehyung was too upset to think before he said something, so it was almost as if the words came out of his mouth involuntarily. “N-no, that’s not what I meant!”

“I get it Taehyung, I need a break from the loneliness and you need a break from me being clingy, yeah, I change my mind, we are having a break and you don’t get to have a say in it,” you were no longer able to control the tears that were streaming down your face like a waterfall.

You walked out of the bedroom, Taehyung chasing after you while you grabbed her black raincoat and a pair of converse shoes.

“Please don’t leave me,” now Taehyung was crying. He didn’t want to watch you walk out the door, he was a total mess right now.

You opened the front door, holding onto the metal knob while you turned your head to the side, looking at Taehyung from the corner of her eye. Watching him sob for you to stay made you want to run in his arms, but if you did that, you knew that nothing would change.

“Like I said Taehyung, this is for the better.”

You slammed the apartment front door, walking towards the elevators as Taehyung just stood inside the apartment.

He didn’t want to believe that you were leaving him. He ran to the door, placing his hand on it while he rested his head on the door as well, tears running down his face, dampening his white t-shirt.

Taehyung turned around so that his back was on the door, and he slid down slowly. His legs were on the ground while he cried silently to himself, afraid of the events that were to come.

It’s not like you were any better, you were heartbroken and she didn’t know what to do. You stood in the well lighten up elevator, the machine making a loud “ding” noise as it passed every floor. The tears made your sight blurry, you covered your mouth to muffle the sobs escaping your lips

Your phone began to ring and vibrate in your pocket, and you didn’t even need to check the caller ID to know who was phoning you at this hour. It was of course, the grief-stricken Taehyung Kim.

You took her phone out of your pocket, Taehyung’s name flashing across the screen. You sighed in complete distress, muting your phone and then returning the electronic back to your pocket.

You were sad, afraid, confused, and tired. You didn’t know where to go, and who would be able to help you in this situation. You didn’t have many girl friends that you could rant to, almost all of your friends were guys, and your only girl friend was with her parents for a business trip in Rome.

Finally, the elevator reached P1, and you walked out of the apartment. Nothing could be heard except for your pacing on the cement, your worn out white converse making your feet uncomfortable.

You didn’t have the keys to the car, so that forced you to walk to the destination you needed to go. You only had one friend who truly would understand where you were coming from and what happened. Your best friend named Jimin.

Jimin is a kind and loving boy, who is the same age as you. He always happened to dye his hair for fun, whether it was the bold colour red or it was just the plain old colour blonde. He is shy, but he is obviously a total sweetheart. He is short compared to Taehyung, but he is tall compared to you. You wouldn’t be who you are right now if Jimin wasn’t by your side.

You didn’t even take the time to warn Jimin before you came over, you just stormed to his home, walking up the grey painted stairs, and knocking on the wooden door.

Jimin almost opened it immediately, surprised to see a crying girl at his front step. Your delicate and fragile frame was drenched from the rain storm that had just occurred, your hair sticking to your beautiful face.

Jimin didn’t waste any time, ushering you inside his modern styled home, he took your jacket off, only to accidentally feel your freezing cold skin.

Jimin hung up your jacket on the coat rack, before pulling you into a loving hug, wiping your tears away with his thumb as you wrapped your arms around his torso.

“Sh,” Jimin whispered, “don’t cry. Tell me what happened, I’ll make it better.”

Ever since the first year of middle school, Jimin and you have stuck together through the thick and thin. He helped you through everything, when you thought you wouldn’t be able to handle college, when you thought you wouldn’t be able to handle the constant teasing and tormenting you were given everyday, he made you feel better.

He had been in love with you ever since he first saw you, and now here you are, crying to him about Taehyung.

Jimin is a close friend of Taehyung’s, and Jimin introduced him to you, without explaining his feelings towards her, so when Taehyung asked you out, he felt like a heartbroken high school boy again.

You explained everything to Jimin, barely missing a single word that was said during the broken couple’s argument. You went on and on while Jimin listened to everything you told him, only wanting to hear your side of the story.

When Taehyung asked you out, he was fine with it. He felt happy that you could be happy with someone you truly loved, but now he decides to go on and break your heart? That made Jimin completely pissed.

“Do you get it now?” You asked, cuddling into Jimin’s arms while you both lay on his couch. Jimin nodded, a frown upon his face as he thought about how Taehyung probably reacted.

“That guy is a fucking asshole, I hope really hope you realise that, and you don’t date him again. What guy calls his girlfriend clingy?”

You groaned, throwing your arms up in the air and standing up. “But that’s where I’m going to mess up! I’m probably going to run right back in his arms whenever I get the chance, I always do..”

“Tell me the truth,” Jimin began, looking down at his hands, “do you love him?”

“Well of course I do, I just broke up with him now,” You laughed sarcastically, crossing your arms over your chest, but Jimin just laughed right back, gathering the courage to look into your eyes. “No, I mean, do you really love him?”

You sucked in a breath, thinking about the question. You never usually thought about your feeling towards Taehyung, you only thought that you loved him, and he loved you.

“Well,” you paused for a moment, “I-I don’t know. I used to be sure of my feelings, but now I can’t think of what I feel anymore.”

“You have to know! If you didn’t love him, you wouldn’t have been dating him! You can’t just not know how you feel.”

“But Jimin, don’t you realise that he had been here for-”

“No Y/N, don’t you realise that Taehyung has been treating you like shit lately!? Can’t you see that? Know your worth Y/N, and I know that you don’t deserve to be treated like crap because you don’t understand your feelings!”

Jimin’s loud voice echoed throughout the entire room, making you step back in fear.

Jimin noticed this action, making his eyes soften. “I’m sorry for yelling, I know you’re hurt, and I know that you need time to think, you don’t need to know how you feel right now. I’m sorry.”

Jimin pulled you into a hug, your head hitting his chest gently. There, you let every emotion and tear you were holding in. Weeping into his chest, Jimin began rubbing your back in a comforting way.

“I don’t know what to do Jimin,” you cried, dampening his shirt, but he didn’t mind. You began to calm down, your arms wrapped around Jimin’s body while you sniffled.

“Hey,” Jimin lifted your chin with his finger, a reassuring smile upon his face. Her brown orbs were glistening because you were crying, and he nearly got lost in the beauty of your eyes.

You looked up at him, the dim light complimenting his clear complexion, and you were fighting off the urge to kiss him, you had never felt this way towards your best friend before.

Jimin was resisting the emotion you were feeling. He knew you were heartbroken, and you needed a shoulder to cry on. You would be confused if Jimin kissed her right there and then, but it was difficult for him to hold back, the moment being so intimate, he swore that no one could resist the urge to kiss you.

So he didn’t.

With a deep breath, Jimin smashed his pink lips on your plump ones, butterflies erupted in his stomach while their lips moved in sync.

And you kissed back.

You didn’t know if it was the way you felt about Jimin that made you feel like you were on top of the world, or if it was because you needed someone to fill the hole that Taehyung left behind.

Both of you sat down, too tired to stand as you began to grow needy and desperate for each others’ lips.

The two of you pulled apart, breathing heavily as you rested your foreheads against one another.

“I love you, Y/N,” Jimin finally confessed, and you looked at him, grinning when you finally realised who was right for you, who had been your shoulder to cry on, who gave you what you wanted from Taehyung this whole time.

You giggled, taking his hands with your own.

“I love you too.”

“Jimin!” A deep and angry voice yelled out while the front door of Jimin’s home swung open, there stood a tall man who was clearly upset with what Jimin and you had just done.

It was Taehyung.

“How could you!?” Taehyung stepped into the light, revealing the tears that were streaming down his cheeks. He had seen everything, and he had heard everything.

“Y-you kissed her,” Taehyung cried, sitting on the couch and burying his head in his hands while Jimin and you stood, Jimin holding you back with his arm.

“And you kissed him back?”

Jimin and you were speechless. You weren’t aware of the consequences and drama that were to come at the time when you kissed each other.

Taehyung stood completely, and utterly heartbroken. He was originally planning to apologize, and take a month off to spend quality time with you, and of course Taehyung knew that you were with Jimin.

But what Taehyung didn’t know, was that he would find you two kissing and confessing your love for each other. It hurt him, it certainly hurt him a lot, especially when Jimin was Taehyung’s best friend, too.

“Taehyung I-” you began, but Taehyung interrupted you, “No. Save it, like you said, we’re taking a break. Wait, scratch that, we’re over.”

And just like that, Taehyung left with a never ending void of sadness taking over him, Jimin and you looked at each other with such guilt and pity.

“Hey, don’t be upset, let’s just sleep on it for now, we’ll talk about it tomorrow,” Jimin took your hand, leading you upstairs as you remained silent, thinking about how Taehyung must feel right now.

The two of you climbed in the bed, but on opposite sides, dozing off to sleep with the thoughts of Taehyung filling their head.

Taehyung, well he was an absolute wreck. He roamed around the city of Busan, being reminded of you with everything he saw, after all, this was your’s and Taehyung’s hometown.

With red and puffy eyes, a soaked jacket, and tired feet, he sat down on a bench in the middle of a park, the park that you two first met in.

Jimin introduced you to Taehyung on a Friday, it was when the three were in the awkward year of grade nine, being excited to go into high school, only to be disappointed with the amount of homework they received.

Taehyung smiled at the thought, when you were young and happy teens, barely caring about school, and having fun. He missed that, a lot. Especially his old friends that he no longer spoke to anymore.

He missed you.

Your carefree ideas, the way you replied with a sarcastic tone whenever someone stated something obvious, the way you danced to whatever music was playing, he missed everything.

“She’s gone,” Taehyung said, his sad reality distracting him from his joyous thoughts. “She left me.. For my best friend.”

There were pros and cons for your break up, a pro was that you both needed it, being away from each other affected your daily lives more than most people think, and a con was that you knew each other like the back of each other’s hand, and it was difficult to find another partner who could understand them like you understood each other.

Although there were many pros of the break up, Taehyung couldn’t help but feel saddened that he lost someone that was so important to him, honestly, who wouldn’t be sad?

But he stiffened, standing up and looking at the sun that began to rise. He hadn’t had a wink of sleep for a 24 hour period, but he had other plans other than sleeping.

Because Taehyung had calmed down after the whole kissing situation, he thought about it more. Jimin had been there for you longer than Taehyung had, so it was obvious about who you belonged with.

He was going to end his relationship on a happy note, with real closure.

Taehyung knew that you were probably sleeping, yelling and shouting did tire you out all the time, and you loved sleep more than anything else. How could he ever forget that? Or more importantly, who would ever forget someone as energetic and fun as you in general?

The bright sun lit up the once dark sky that used to be filled with stars, and Taehyung began to walk to a 24/7 diner that was only a couple blocks away from the park he was currently at.

Birds chirped, leaves rustled, and a gust of wind blew in Taehyung’s face while he walked, and he stayed quiet, not daring to make a sound, almost like he was afraid to disturb the calming silence.

He arrived at the small diner, walking in as the bell rang, signalling a customer arrived.

A tired looking teenage boy in a dirtied white apron greeted Taehyung with a smile. “Hi, welcome to our 24/7 diner 'Kookies and Tae’.”

“Hello,” Taehyung waved, flashing his pearly whites as he sat himself down, staring out the window, thinking.

“You seem lonely,” the voice of the diner boy piped up, sitting down across from Taehyung, the diner boy took off his apron and placed it on a chair, brushing his dark brown hair off to the side.

Taehyung looked over at him, smiling slightly. “I’m not lonely, I’m just by myself right now.”

“Ah, do you want company? I’m Jungkook, by the way,” the boy named Jungkook introduced himself, and Taehyung tapped his chin as if he were thinking.

“Aren’t you a bit young? You shouldn’t be talking to strangers,” Taehyung finally said, making Jungkook chuckle in amusement.

“I’m nineteen, and I live by myself, anyways, what’s got you down? And don’t tell me you aren’t feeling bad, because I can tell when someone is distracted or something like that,” Jungkook asked, curious of what had brought Taehyung in this diner at 5:45 AM.

“First off, my name is Taehyung, and second off, I don’t think I should trust a nineteen year old that I just met,” Taehyung smirked, placing his two hands at the back of his head.

“Hey, I’m a pretty trustworthy person.”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah, I am! I swear that I, Jungkook Jeon, is a trustworthy person.”

“Fine..”

In the end, Taehyung told this boy Jungkook everything, not caring about who he was, Taehyung just needed someone to rant to, which took about an hour, because the two boys ended up eating a meal that Jungkook cooked (that was on the house).

They bid each other goodbyes as Taehyung walked out of the diner, he ended up exchanging numbers, in case Taehyung needed a friend to talk to.

Now, Taehyung was on his way to make things right with you.

You woke up with a yawn, stretching your arms as the bright sun peaked through the blinds of Jimin’s room, the blankets were kicked off by you as you got out of Jimin’s bed.

“Hi there,” just as you were about to walk out of the room, you heard Jimin’s giddy and raspy morning voice. You turned around to see him propping up his head with his arm.

“Good morning,” you giggled, he showed off his familiar eye smile as he began to sit up.

“Breakfast?” You asked, walking out of the bedroom and downstairs to the kitchen, passing the living room and dining room.

“Yeah sure, there’s pancake mix downstairs, I’ll be right down,” Jimin called out to you, running a hand through his soft brown hair and scratching the back of his neck.

You opened a cupboard to find the pancake mix, and then you grabbed a pan from another cupboard. It wasn’t like it was your first time at Jimin’s house, he is your best friend so you have been here many times.

As you were about to pour some of the mix into a small bowl, a knock at the front door surprised you, forcing you to leave the great breakfast you were just about to cook.

You walked over to the white painted door, not bothering to peak and see who it was, so when you opened the door to see a very nervous and exhausted Taehyung, it shocked you.

He jumped when he saw you, a smile forming on his face as if the two of you didn’t just break up less than ten hours ago.

“Ah, um, Taehyung I really think you shouldn’t be here,” you said awkwardly, avoiding eye contact with the tall man.

“N-no, whatever you’re thinking, I’m not here because of it. I wanted to apologize for the pain I caused you, and for making you think I don’t care about you, and that I said you’re clingy. I was just angry because I didn’t want our relationship to end, and I take full responsibility for our relationship falling to pieces. You wanted to spend time with me, and I had no time..”

Your eyes shot up at him, your mouth parted slightly, amazed at the words that came out of Taehyung’s mouth.

“I hope you realise that there’s no chance of us getting back together,” you said to him, “this is just because I don’t want to hurt you.”

Taehyung winced at that statement, but kept a smile on his face.

For Y/N, Taehyung thought. He wanted nothing more but for you to be healthy and happy, and he didn’t want you to feel guilty for what happened between the two.

“Yeah, I get it, you’re happy with Jimin, and I’m glad that you are! Just don’t feel like you were the cause of our relationship ending, I did it all,” Taehyung said, trying to act like it didn’t hurt him. He knew this was the right thing to do.

“Thank you so much,” you smiled, pulling him in for a hug. It startled Taehyung, but he soon melted into you touch, wrapping his arms around you.

“No problem,” he grinned, pulling away from you.

She’ll be happier with him, Taehyung told himself.

“Well, I’m gonna go now, thank you for everything,” Taehyung said to you, and you nodded at him with an even bigger smile on your face. You were glad you could end their relationship in a good way.

“Bye Tae!”

He began walking away, and as you were about to shut the door, Taehyung called out your name.

“Yeah?” You answered, looking at him with confusion lacing your eyes.

Once again, he flashed you his bright and cheery box smile for the last time, and said three words that left you in shock while Taehyung walked away.

“I love you.”

[ May 25th, 2017 ]

Ever since that day that Taehyung walked away to let you and Jimin live your lives together, you hadn’t seen the joyful and hardworking tall man again, and you often wondered where he’d gone after a year.

You don’t see Taehyung as a love interest anymore, you see him like how you did at the beginning of high school, a best friend, and you couldn’t help but miss your best friend.

Inhaling and exhaling slowly, you shoved your hands in your jacket pockets while you walked down the noisy streets of Seoul, where you and Jimin moved to, because that was yours and Jimin’s dream ever since you were young.

Just as you were about to enter a coffee shop, you spotted someone very familiar, sitting with a girl who had short black hair and glasses, laughing happily.

It’s Taehyung, you thought, smiling to yourself.

Taehyung was having a conversation with her, sipping on his coffee while he had a grin on his face, and the girl wouldn’t stop giggling, and you didn’t feel jealous.

You slowly let go of the handle on the glass door, walking away from the scene, just in case he needed some more time to himself, so you left.

Walking back to the apartment that you and Jimin shared, you thought about how happy Taehyung looked back there, that girl could make Taehyung happy way more than you did, but you weren’t sad.

You didn’t feel upset or angry.

You felt happy, that Taehyung finally found someone that made him feel the way Jimin makes you feel.

And maybe, just maybe, one day you would have the courage to go into that coffee shop, and greet Taehyung like you were best friends again.

#bts #bangtan sonyeondan #bangtan boys #Bulletproof Boy Scouts #jimin #park jimin #taehyung #kim taehyung #park jimin fluff #park jimin imagine #park jimin scenario #kim taehyung imagine #kim taehyung fluff #kim taehyung angst

22 notes · View notes

tyshjikookie-blog · 7 years ago

Photo

✯.⋆❦ *·˚one year with Park Jimin˚·*❦⋆.✯

˗ˏˋ May ˎˊ˗ 180520

Just... how

#bts jimin #jiminnetwork #vocalkingsnet #bttnetwork #bangtanbuds #jimin #year w pjm #year w pjm may

1 note · View note

jwiminie-blog · 8 years ago

Text

Mask Off [M]

Summary: Having a dark past that he can’t forget, it makes him what he is today. A young man who never takes his mask off, often wears black clothes with a Timberland, fights for money; he sure is the topic of the neighbourhood’s gossip.

One night, he found out that the friend whom his housemate was going to bring to live for awhile was his childhood crush. He doesn’t know how to confront him after 8 years.

Maybe in their book of life, it was written that their fate was going to sealed sooner.

Genre: street fight, boxing, angst, smut (soon), fighter!au,

Warning(s): lots of swearing :3

Words: too long to count

a/n: everything in here is pure fictional. don’t tell me that i got their ages wrong. its goddamn fiction aite. plus, why not make jungkook the older one since he’s more matured looking than jimin. (both of them are. ps; i still love their baby faces okok). anyways, its my first time writing a fic so bear with me. enjoy! :)

“Next station, Itaewon.” the woman’s voice repeated the sentence twice. Jimin stood up from his seat, taking his belongings and walk towards the door. Before the door opens, he made sure that everything is on his hands. “Luggage? Check. Backpack? Check. Hat? Hehe up here.” he murmured to himself while pointing his index finger towards his hat. The door finally opened. He got out easily since its already night and there’s practically no one taking the subway.

~---~

He took a deep breath before he sent his last punch to the guy. “And the winner is... Black-eyed Busan!” the guy shouted on the microphone. He raised his right hand up to show to people who the winner is. The one that has been winning every time he fights. He pulled back his hand and walked towards his opponent. He crouched down and whispered, “Fucking touch my baby again and your life is on the line.” He pat the guy’s head and walked away. The guy of course had this terrified face because he had been warned. When someone got a warning from him, you automatically know that you fucked up.

He took his belongings before he left the ring. Tonight he felt a bit different. He sensed something chilly and comforting about tonight. He shrugged it off and continues to walk home. His home from the ring is quite far. It takes about 30 minutes of walk. He usually rides his motorcycle to go to the ring, but that shit now is being repaired. He knew who fucked up his precious. So he let out his resentment towards his tonight’s opponent. The guy who fucked his baby up. And everything worked out just perfect.

~---~

Jimin arrived in front of the dunkin donuts. He was asked to wait there as his friend was going to come and bring him to his place. He stood in front of the shop with his hands in his jacket, curled up into a fist as he watches people walking. Jimin wondered what his friend’s place looks like. Is it going to be small like his house at Busan? Or is it going to be as big as the rich people here? Or just a house that fits for both of them and feels like actual home?

A few minutes passed by and his friend is still not here. He went into the dunkin donuts and bought a cup of coffee. He set all his things before he could sit down. He texted Yugyeom, his friend who’s going to help him, when will he arrive. Then he texted his mom that he had arrived here and everything. A notification came.

Yugyeomie

-b there in 15. constipation :/

Jimin sighed. He looked around the shop before he took out his wallet and grab a photo. It was him and a boy on May 2009. The boy was 2 years older than him. He still remember his name. Jeon Jungkook. JJK&PJM was written at the back of the photo. He often reminisce their moments together as they don’t have much photos together back then. He can still feel his hand around his neck as they walk to the playground. He can still hear his voice in his head, shouting at the kids who would bother Jimin.

During that time and older, homosexuals aren’t accepted by society and people who committed the ‘crime’ would get a death punishment. Back then, everyone is so shallow minded. So the people who were gay would just do it behind the curtains. And Jimin happens to be bisexual. More like towards the balls but that is out of the topic. The thing was, only Jungkook knew about his sexuality that time. He wouldn’t dare tell this to his classmates or even his parents. But for some reason, everyone in the school knew about it. Everyday when he goes to school, he would get picked on by the students. Even some seniors would call him “faggot” in the hallway during the bell ring. But the thing that mostly got to him was, Jungkook’s friends knew about it first. Because without their big mouths, the ‘rumor’ about him being gay wouldn’t spread out to the whole school.

For the very first time since they have known each other, Jimin walked back home alone. He usually have Jungkook by his side to protect him. But today, he just ignored him. He’d ignored Jungkook when he calls him. He’d ignored Jungkook when he comes by Jimin’s locker. Jimin tried his best to ignore his best friend, his crush. Jimin walks with his head down. He doesn’t want to see anybody from school or just, anyone. He keeps walking until he heard Jungkook calling his name. “Jimin!” Jungkook shouted. “Wait up.” Jimin walks faster than his usual pace.

Jungkook regretted everything. When his friend, Taekyung was joking about Jimin liking him, Jungkook accidently spit out, “You’re not his type. He only like big dicks.” Which was true, because when he asked Jimin what does he want in a guy, Jimin said he wanted them big.Taekyung laughed, “That friend of yours is a faggot? Fucking knew it.”

“Why would you assume someone’s sexuality?!” Jungkook hissed..

“No fucking straight people cares about a guy’s dick. Especially the size.” the male fired back.

“Shut the fuck up bro if you don’t know any shit.” he spat.

“So its true then. He’s officially gay. This is awesome.” Taekyung laughed again. He lit up a cigarette and put it on his mouth.

Jungkook put his head on his palms and slowly massage it. “Stupid. You’re so fucking stupid J.” he thought.

Jimin wanted to cry in his arms so bad. He just wanted to run to Jungkook and cry on his chest and let Jungkook tell him that he’ll always be there for him. He can’t let his heart control him now. Not when something like this happened.

Jungkook can’t take the silence anymore so he ran to Jimin. Jimin was still walking fastly. Jimin felt a hand wrapped around his waist and pulled him towards the person’s chest. He immediately knew that it was Jungkook by his hands and smell. He smells like home. Jimin struggled in his arms.

“Let me go.” Jimin hissed.

It’s Jungkook’s turn now to ignore him. Even when Jimin was struggling hard in his arm, he still doesn’t let him go and kept his mouth shut. He dragged Jimin all the way to his house until they reach at the front door. Today seems quiet. He pushed Jimin to the wall next to his door harshly.

“W-what are y-you doing?” JImin stuttered. Jungkook started to lean in. He put his forehead against Jimin’s.

“I’m sorry for fucking everything that happened to you at school. I could’ve beaten those fuckers but you won’t allowed me. I’m really sorry.” he murmured.

“It’s okay. I’ve used to people say things to me.” he whispered.

“No it’s fucking not. You shouldn’t get used to it. Nobody should get used to it. Especially you.” Jungkook kissed Jimin’s forehead before he went to unlock the door.

Jimin involuntarily smiled at the memory. One thing that he’d always like about Jungkook is that he doesn’t care about people other than his family and close friends; like Jimin. Plus, Jimin had always envy Jungkook since the first day. Every time they walk together, he’d always had heads turned towards him. Girls, boys, teachers you name it. So when Jimin was beside him, he felt like an ant because he’s small and everyone’s attention is on Jungkook.

He still couldn’t believe that Jungkook had left him during his sophomore year. He’s still sad at the fact that Jungkook didn’t make any effort to contact him. Not even once. JImin was the one who’d always trying.

“Why did he left?” Jimin sobbed. He had been crying for hours because of the news.

Rumors had it that Jungkook left the town for ‘good’. And oh the rumors were true. Jimin know nothing about it. Jungkook didn’t tell him anything about leaving the town. He felt betrayed. Jungkook left Jimin a letter but that wasn’t enough. Jimin needed a solid explanation as to why he fucking left him alone unprotected. Knowing that the kids are going to pick on him more frequently now that he’s gone.

“I hate him.” he hissed. “I HATE YOU JEON JUNGKOOK.”

May 15 2010

I chose this because of personal matters. You know how my dad is. He can’t accept the fact that his son have a liking for dicks. He almost killed me with a butcher knife. Plus, it’ll ruin my reputation in school. Had to keep it cool yknow. I really don’t want to leave you but i have to. Please, please, please punch someone once in your life for bothering you. I can’t do that for you now. My punch can’t reach until Busan. Take care. I’ll always miss you and keep you in my heart.

ps: i love u

pss: more than u know

“Such a stupid letter,” Jimin grunted. He wanted to crunch up the letter but he couldn’t. Instead, he folded it neatly and hold it to his chest. He just let the tears fall down while muttering how much he hates and loves Jungkook.

knock

Jimin looked up from the photo. Yugyeom was sitting in front of him with his coffee at his mouth.

“Are you done fucking the photo or you just wanna continue until it comes alive?” Yugyeom snapped.

“You were late.” Jimin replied. “I had to get in here cause its cold outside.”

“Blame my digestive system. Let’s go!” he exclaimed, already stood up with Jimin’s backpack. Jimin just sighed and followed him out of the shop.

~---~

He opened the door and flew to the couch. He couldn’t believe that he had just walked from the ring to his house. If his precious weren’t at the workshop, he would’ve arrived home about 15 minutes.

“J you here?” his housemate, Jackson, asked from the kitchen.

“Yes.” he shouted back.

He laid on the couch for a few minutes before he sit straight up. He took off his jacket and mask. He pondered of what he’s going to do next because he had no clue at all. Usually after the fight he would go to a bar and drink with the money that he’d won. It’s just that tonight he really felt something was going to happen. He leaned in the couch and took out a cigarette.

He flicked the lighter a few times before he blow some smoke. He suddenly remembered something. His right hand went to his back pocket to take out his wallet. He flipped through his money until he found this particular photo. It was a photo of him and a boy. His best friend. His childhood crush.

“I miss you.” he kissed the photo.

“Don’t tell me you’ve given up on human until you wanna fuck the photograph.” Jackson snickered.

“Imma fuck you up if you don’t shut your big mouth,” he snapped.

“Calm your tits man. Why are you here so early?” the male replied.

“I don’t feel like drinking tonight.” he blew some smoke to the air before he put the photo back into his wallet.

“Am i hearing this right?” Jackson cupped his ears to ridicule him. “Unbelievable! You finally have some senses in you.”

“I swear to God you’re gonna lose a head if you keep doing this.” he fumed.

Jackson just laughed. He knew his friend didn’t mean it but he still needs to keep an eye on his words so it doesn’t anger him more.

“You know my friend,” Jackson stated. “You need to call him. At least send him a damn postcard. You disappeared just like that from his life you know.”

“You know I can’t.” he replied; calmly this time. “He will get attached to me more if I send him one.”

“Dumbass if he’s like that, that means he misses you,” the male snapped. “You’re a fucking idiot sometimes. Go take a walk. I’m done with you for today.” Jackson went to his room and slammed the door.

“Fuck you asshat,” he yelled. “Fucking hell that bitch.” he flickered his cigarette onto the ashtray. He took his phone and wallet and put his jacket on. He took a new black mask and wore it. He’s out again.

~---~

Yugyeom punched the house code. He stepped in with Jimin following behind him. He dragged his luggage along with him. He stopped after a few steps. He looked around to observe the condition of the house. The house was modernised. Jimin knew it because he saw the korean rooftop on the other part of the house. The house was in C-shape and the middle one was the living room. He could see the television from outside as the sliding door is not closed.

“Home sweet home,” Yugyeom entered the house. He put down Jimin’s backpack and walk to the kitchen.

Jimin noticed there’s various types of shoes on the step. Timberland, army boots, sneakers and some flip flops. They had a big ass cabinet shoes outside yet they can’t put it back. It’s totally messy with shoes everywhere. Jimin really wanted to put it back into the cabinet but he’s afraid that whoever Yugyeom lives with can’t find their shoes.

“Alex?” someone shouted.

“Kitchen!” Yugyeom shouted back. Jimin widen his eyes.

“Alex?” Jimin muttered while tilting his side; confused as to why the guy just called his friend a different name.

Jimin heard a door knob turned. He’s not ready to meet Yugyeom’s housemates yet. Jimin and Yugyeom met when their parents met each other at Jeju. They became quite close to each other since then. Often asking how the day was, what happened and so on. Yugyeom was the so called good boy. He became aggressive after he moved away. He even joined a fight club which benefits him money. If Yugyeom already swears like that, imagine the words that’s going to come out of his housemates.

“Is this your friend?” a chocolate haired guy asked. He was wearing a black long sleeve shirt with basketball shorts. He looked a bit shorter than Yugyeom but he still towers over Jimin by a few centimetres.

“Jimin. Jackson. Jackson Jimin.” Yugyeom introduced his housemate lazily. Yugyeom sat on the couch after he got his drink.

“Hello,” Jimin squeaked. Jimin bowed down a little to show some respect. “Quite intimidating,” he thought.

“Why are you bowing lol c’mere,” Jackson suddenly pulled Jimin into an embrace. Jimin stayed still like a stick; not sure what to do.

“Let him go,” Yugyeom or Alex pulled Jimin out of Jackson’s arm. “You know he’s whose right.”

“Oh,” Jackson said while dragging the ‘O’. “J’s?”

“Thanks for having a brain.” Yugyeom dragged Jimin out of the living room; leaving Jackson alone.

“Bitch,” Jackson muttered while glaring at Alex’s back.

Yugyeom brought Jimin to his room which means that they’re going to share a room together. It was located at the left side of the house near the toilet. He silently thanked God that he doesn’t need to walk far just to piss.

“Your room seems nice.” Jimin complimented. Seriously, it’s even better than he’d expected. He thought Yugyeom would have this messy adult room but boy did his room was shining like a diamond. His single bed which looks like it can fit 2 people was situated by the window. Even the window had this black hobbled roman shades curtain. When you enter the room, you can immediately see the bed in front of it. At the left side of the room was his clothes. He doesn’t have a closet so he put all his clothes on the black clothes rack. However on the right side, it’s a bit messy. Beside his bed was this small table and a big squared mirror at the back of the table. All of his earrings, some chokers, watches and colognes were placed there. Then Yugyeom had this bunch of black backpacks beside it as well but were not arranged properly. Not to mention the bar hanging at the entrance.

“No wonder he’s tall,” Jimin wondered.

“So... how was it?” Yugyeom asked hopefully. “I cleaned everything just for you to feel comfortable.”

“Wonderful. Too enough for me,” Jimin beamed. He laid down his luggage and zip it open. He took out a toffee and unwrap it.

Yugyeom was laying on his bed while playing phone. Jimin took his chance to admire his room more. His eyes were wandering around until it reaches the table. He looked at the table and saw a frame. It was a picture of Yugyeom, Jackson and another guy who was wearing a black mask at a ring. He tilted his head in wonder. Before he was dragged by Yugyeom, he caught a glimpse of a black mask on the television table.

“Hey Yugyeom,” Jimin called. Yugyeom hummed.

“Who’s the guy in the middle in this photo?” Jimin took the frame and showed it to Yugyeom.

Yugyeom looked away from his phone to look at the picture. He tried his fucking hardest not to show any shock reaction as Jimin asked who the guy is. He didn’t want his friend to hurt all over again. He knew what happened because Jimin told him literally everything about J. After Yugyeom decided to take a boxing class 3 years ago, J was there as a trainer already. Time passed by, they became friends. Then came Jackson out of the blue. They all decided to rent a house together. And here they are. J didn’t know that Yugyeom had befriended Jimin. All he knew was Yugyeom was going to bring his friend to stay together for awhile until he found a place to himself.

“Another housemate. He’s not here.” Yugyeom answered; his attention went back to his phone.

“Oh,” Jimin mumbled. He put back the frame where it belongs.

~---~

He took off his shoes before entering the house. It’s 10pm and the house was awfully quiet. Usually during this time, Jackson would be in the living room with Yugyeom’s head laying on his lap; watching the television together. Now he’s wondering have Yugyeom’s friend arrived yet? Where is he sleeping? He went to Jackson’s room. He busted in without knocking only to find Jackson was sleeping; alone. He sighed before he closed the door carefully.

He looked around the living room. The television was off. The lights were off. The only source of light left was the kitchen. Then he remembered Yugyeom. He walked to his room and before he got the chance to twist the knob, Yugyeom shouted, “Don’t come in.”

“Why?” he shouted.

“Um- we’re naked!” Yugyeom answered.

“what the fuck,” he mumbled. He walked away from the room. He went into his room instead. He took off everything that was on his body and got into bed. He was wondering how Yugyeom’s friend looked like. How is he. How old is he. He shook his head from the thought and closed his eyes. Hoping that he could finally get enough rest.

The sound of the alarm rang through his room. He jolted up from his sweet dream. He picked up his phone and clicked the “Stop” button to stop the alarm. He yawned and rubbed his hand all over his face so that he can fully focus what’s going on. He looked at the time. 8:15AM. For the first time ever since high school he had woken up this early. It’s always at the afternoon or evening then he’ll go to the ring to practice then fight. That has been his daily routine for 5 years.

He stood up and brought his towel with him to the living room. When he was already at the kitchen’s door, he saw Yugyeom and Jackson eating a breakfast. He tilted his head. He looked around the kitchen and saw that everything was neatly arranged. It’s just a few days ago there was empty bottles and half full of beer and alcohol on the counter. Now the bottles are gone. The table that was full of finished bag of chips were now cleared. All that was left was a jug of water and a few glasses on a tray.

“What the fuck happened?” he exclaimed. Yugyeom and Jackson looked up from their phone and cereal. “They even had fucking cereal in morning dammit.” he thought.

“Morning to you too,” Jackson replied with his mouth full of cereal.

“Where did you guys get a cereal? And why the fuck this kitchen looks clean?” he asked; obviously confused.

“My friend woke up early just to do what y’all lazy people can’t do,” Yugyeom sneered.

“That makes you lazy as well bitch,” Jackson snapped.

“Fuck off I can do this too if i had the energy to do so,” the male hissed at Jackson.

“That just meant you’re lazy,” he deadpanned.

“Whatever.” Yugyeom rolled his eyes.

“By the way,” he added; pulling out a chair to sit beside Yugyeom, “when can I meet this friend of yours? Where is he?”

Yugyeom choked on his cereal. He pat Yugyeom’s back while Yugyeom was drinking a glass of milk to calm himself down.

“He’s already out. He said he’ll be back late night because he wanted to find a job and walk around,” Yugyeom replied nervously.

Jackson kicked Yugyeom’s feet underneath the table. The male looked up to him and he gave this “don’t fuck things up” look. Yugyeom slightly nodded and continues to eat.

He looked at Yugyeom and Jackson then raised an eyebrow. They’re hiding something.

“Fuck you guys,” he mumbled. He got up from his chair and went to the toilet to take a shower.

~---~ (Yugyeom’s POV)

I sighed in relief. I looked up to Jackson just to see that he’s already staring at me like I should’ve not born into this world.

“I know I know,” I said.

“I swear to God you almost lost your mind back there,” Jackson snapped.

I rolled my eyes. It wasn’t that serious. At any time they could’ve met each other. It’s just a matter of time.

This morning, Jimin woke me up at around 6:45AM. I was going to throw a fit but then he said, “I prepared a breakfast.” I’ve never felt so happy before. It’s been so long since I’ve had a breakfast and the last time was when I was still living with my parents. Even though it’s just typical cereal and milk, it still sufficed my hungry stomach.

When I entered the kitchen to eat, everything was already cleaned. Table, countertops, dishes. It’s like I’m entering someone’s house. Not ours.

“I woke up at 5. Didn’t know what to do so I clean things. Now it looks better right?” Jimin beamed; taking a seat beside me.

I just nodded; too shocked to speak. Moments later, Jackson came. His hair was straight up looking like a bee hive. He rubbed his face to see things clearly. When he was done, he also had this surprised look on his face. He looked at me first but I shook my head; indicates that I’m not the one who did all of those. Then he looked at Jimin, Jimin quickly wished him a good morning.

Jackson took a seat in front of me and took a bowl. He started to fill up his bowl with cereals.

“You’re too good for this world,” Jackson stated. I nodded; agreed with Jackson’s statement. I don’t know how long Jimin could keep up if he lives in this house. Our nasty world doesn’t mix well with his innocent one.

Jimin just smiled. We talked for awhile until Jimin stood up.

“I’m going to take a shower. Need to find a job.” Jimin exclaimed.

“Its only...,” Jackson squinted his eyes to see the time on the clock, “7:20. Isn’t it too early?”

“I could do some walking to fit in. Need to get familiar with the place though.” Jimin remarked. He went to our room to take his stuffs.

“He really is something else,” Jackson stuffed his mouth with cereals.

“Yeah,” I looked at the door of my room. “He is.”

a/n: im tired. it took me literally a week to finish this part only (i happened to procrastinate alot). my laptop had probs so theres some work that i didnt get to save and i had to redo the same thing over and over again. i’m sorry if its too long for yall likings. this is only an appetizer. we havent get to the main dish yet ;)

-- Give your opinion abt this story on ask/message

--Like if yall want more (???)

#jungkook #jimin #jikook #bts #got7 #yugyeom #jackson wang #fighter au #im gonna regret writing this story later

21 notes · View notes

thisdaynews · 5 years ago

Text

The energy agency that could thwart Democrats’ climate plans

New Post has been published on https://thebiafrastar.com/the-energy-agency-that-could-thwart-democrats-climate-plans/

The energy agency that could thwart Democrats’ climate plans

Sen. Elizabeth Warren is one of only two Democratic candidates so far to have endorsed rebranding the Federal Energy Regulatory Commission. | Scott Olson/Getty Images

Democratic presidential candidates’ promises to fight climate change could hinge on whether they can reshape an obscure federal agency that has overseen a surge in oil and gas projects.

The Federal Energy Regulatory Commission, an independent regulator of pipelines and power markets, derives its authority from decades-old laws that largely predate worries about climate change and were focused primarily on ensuring that energy supplies remain cheap and reliable. But that mandate may interfere with some of the more aggressive climate plans Democrats are contemplating, and candidates are facing pressure to overhaul the agency if elected.

“You can’t do a Green New Deal if you allow FERC to continue as it is,” said Drew Hudson, an activist with Beyond Extreme Energy, an anti-fossil fuel group that has routinely disrupted FERC meetings to protest natural gas pipelines. “FERC would just frustrate the efforts, so you have to transform it.”

Though little known to most of the public, FERC has attracted growing notoriety among climate activists, who staged months of sit-ins that thwarted its attempts to hold public meetings during the latter years of the Obama administration. Now, Hudson’s group is floating a far-reaching proposal to rebrand the agency as the Federal Renewable Energy Commission and reorient its mission toward fighting climate change.

Sens. Elizabeth Warren (D-Mass.) and Bernie Sanders (I-Vt.) are the only two Democratic candidates so far to have endorsed turning FERC into FREC, although neither has spelled out in detail how they would make that happen. Other candidates have not included FERC in their climate platforms, but any plan to scale up clean energy deployment, as former Vice President Joe Biden has proposed, or institute a carbon tax, as South Bend Mayor Pete Buttigieg has floated, would require heavy involvement from the federal regulator. All the Democratic presidential hopefuls have pledged to virtually eliminate U.S. greenhouse gas output by midcentury.

The candidates also risk opening up internal conflicts, within both their party and the environmental movement, over the pace of the transition away from fossil fuels.

Even if Democrats take control of the Senate and the presidency next year, any attempt to reshape FERC would probably hit a roadblock in the Senate Energy and Natural Resources Committee, where the top Democrat, West Virginia Sen. Joe Manchin, is a vocal proponent of the natural gas industry and a critic of the Green New Deal.

Manchin’s office declined to comment on the FERC overhaul idea, and leading Democrats on the House Energy and Commerce Committee said they needed more time to study it. New York Rep. Paul Tonko, head of the panel’s Energy Subcommittee, said not to expect any changes to FERC in the broad climate bill his committee is crafting, which will focus on broad carbon goals more than agency changes.

But activists say they will be ready to push changes if a new president takes office in 2021, worried that FERC’s foundational statutes have created an agency that eases the use of fossil fuels and is already undercutting state and local clean energy goals.

The Natural Gas Actof 1938 says FERC must approve pipelines and gas export facilities when they are “required by the public convenience and necessity,”and the commission has rarely denied a pipeline because of that standard.

Since 1999, FERC has approved more than 470 pipelines while rejecting only two, and neither for environmental concerns. In 2017, the D.C. Circuit Courtof Appeals directed FERC to take climate change into account for pipelines, but the commission’s Republican majority has avoided the ruling by saying it can’t determine how a project’s emissions will affect the climate. The issue is still being litigated.

At the same time, climateactivists say FERC’s regulatory authority to ensure “just and reasonable” interstate electricity rates has led it to bail out fossil fuel plants and interfere with state-level clean energy subsidies that cut into their market share.

Earlierthis month, FERC’s Republican majority blocked renewable and nuclear energy from the 13-state PJM power market because their government subsidies lower prices for coal and gas plants in the market. The commission has already instituted a similar program in New England, and many worry it will do the same in other markets as wind and solar energy increase.

This fall, FERC approved new authority for the California grid operator to keep financially stressed natural gas plants online using customer-funded contracts known as “Reliability Must Run” agreements. FERC and the grid operator say the move is necessary to avoid blackouts amid growing solar power, but anti-fossil fuel activists argue they could find low-carbon alternatives, like batteries, if FERC had to consider climate change alongside its reliability authority.

“There’s numerous examples of FERC currently having a bit of an identity crisis about what its statutory mandate is,” said Narayan Subramanian, a fellow at progressive think tank Data for Progress. He pointed to the commission’s struggle to deal with clean energy policies in PJM, where states have moved to financially support renewables and nuclear.

“I think the potential for a Federal Renewable Energy Commission is really clarifying FERC’s statutory authority so it can move forward with no ambiguity on a mandate to decarbonize the electricity sector,” added Subramanian, whose think tank helped Washington Gov. Jay Inslee craft his well-received climate plan before it was adopted by the Warren camp.

Activists have long argued that the Federal Power Act and Natural Gas Act can be interpreted to allow FERC to regulate carbon emissions when it evaluates pipelines and power rates. But for decades, FERC regulators from both parties have disagreed.

The Federal Power Act gives FERC responsibility to oversee interstate power markets, but it must do so in concert with the states, which retain ultimate authority to decide which plants are built and shut down. The FPA does not give FERC explicit environmental authorities, and even its most liberal member doubts whether the law can be read to allow FERC to institute a price on carbon or other emissions regulations.

“I’m not entirely convinced at this point that we actually have the authority to go beyond what we’ve already been doing” to consider climate change in power markets, Democratic Commissioner Richard Glick told POLITICO this May. “I think it’s a different scenario if a [regional grid operator] comes in and suggests to us that we should approve a carbon [price] … than whether we should affirmatively, aggressively go out there and regulate greenhouse gas emissions through our ratemaking authorities themselves.”

Activists say Glick’s perspective shows why statutory changes are needed. Rather than a neutral overseer of the markets, they want FERC to take a more active role in pushing fossil fuel plants off the grid.

“The Federal Power Act says nothing about promoting renewable resources or greenhouse gas emissions or any of that kind of thing,” Subramaniansaid. “If the statutory mandate were clarified, whether or not you have Democratic appointees, they are statutorily mandated to consider environmental impacts or the carbon impacts of generation sources.”

Those changes, however, would upend decades of “fuel neutral” regulation that FERC staffers prize as a last bastion of nonpartisan regulation in an increasingly polarized Washington. That mission has been under threat in recent years as the Trump administration has pushed FERC to support financially stressed coal and nuclear plants, and some agency veterans compare the climate reform push to those White House efforts.

“Politicizing of fuel choices is not necessarily new, but it’s taken on a higher profile as we graft on environmental and climate issues” to FERC issues, said former FERC Chairman Pat Wood III, a Republican appointed by President George W. Bush. “I think you saw the reverse of that happen with the potential for a coal bailout in the first years of this administration.”

Some FERC observers say revising the commission’s statutes is unnecessary to fight climate change. If its authorities are not changed, a liberal majority at FERC could approve carbon pricing plans brought to it by regional grid operators, and New York market participants are slowly putting such a plan together. And if Congress or the EPA finish new carbon regulations, FERC could also serve as a more passive implementing agency, overseeing power reliability through the transition.

“I could imagine doing [climate legislation] in such a way where you don’t need to reform FERC,” said Ari Peskoe, Director of the Harvard Electricity Law Initiative. “If there was just a national [renewable energy standard], you would just need someone to make sure utilities are complying. That could be FERC, but it could also be [the Department of Energy] or EPA as well.”

FERC was expected to fill that implementation role for the Obama administration’slandmark climate rule for power plants before it was held up in court and abandoned by the Trump administration. In that case, FERC was tasked with ensuring that the carbon rules on coal plants would not interfere with electric reliability, and offered substantial comments that influenced the EPA’s final rule. It could take a similar role if Congress passes more ambitious climate regulations or EPA comes up with another plan.

But if FERC is to help implement a climate plan from Congress or EPA, activists say it will need to change its current course of counteracting clean energy policies. A new president could tap a new FERC chairman, but because of the agency’s staggered terms, all three Trump GOP appointees could be on the commission until mid-2021. Chairman Neil Chatterjee— a long-time protégé of Senate Majority Leader Mitch McConnell — has publicly pledged to complete his term, and if his Republican colleagues follow, they could preserve a GOP majority for months into a new administration.

“If we do have a big climate mandate form the federal government, you’re going to need some federal actor to be playing an [implementation] role,” Peskoe said. “But if you look at who is head of FERC in 2021 … maybe [Democrats] would want to just expand [the number of regulators] or start fresh.”

If a new administration wants to change FERC’s underlying statutes, Wood suggested a more modest approach. Instead of completely reshaping the agency, the former chairman said Congress could focus on expanding the commission’s authority to site electric transmission lines, which researchers say will be essential to deliver remotely located wind and solar energy to cities. FERC can force landowners to cede property to gas pipelines under its eminent domain authority, but it does not have the same power for transmission.

“Giving FERC more authority over transmission would be a great step, but you don’t have to call it a renewable energy commission to make it happen,” Wood said.

#climate #Foreign #plans #Politics

0 notes

itgbelarus-blog · 8 years ago

Photo

ЭКСПИРАЦИЯ ИНСТРУМЕНТОВ 26.05.2017 Сельское хозяйство 06 - June 2017 Soybean Meal Options - Last Trade Date 07 - June 2017 Soybean Oil Options - Last Trade Date 14 - June 2017 Rough Rice Options - Last Trade Date CDF - June 2017 Short-Dated New Crop Corn Options - Last Trade Date C - June 2017 Corn Options - Last Trade Date KW - June 2017 KC HRW Wheat Options - Last Trade Date O - June 2017 Oats Options - Last Trade Date SDF - June 2017 Short-Dated New Crop Soybean Options - Last Trade Date S - June 2017 Soybean Options - Last Trade Date W - June 2017 Options on Wheat Futures - Last Trade Date Энергетика 9T - June 2017 NYISO Zone A Day-Ahead Peak Calendar-Month 5 MW Options - Last Trade Date 9U - June 2017 NYISO Zone G 5 MW Peak Calendar-Month Day-Ahead LBMP Option - Last Trade Date 9V - June 2017 NYISO Zone J Day-Ahead Peak Calendar-Month 5 MW Options - Last Trade Date A8A - May 2017 Coal (API 8) cfr South China (Argus/McCloskey) Average Price Option - Last Trade Date AA - July 2017 Brent Calendar Spread Option (One Month) - Last Trade Date AB - July 2017 Brent Calendar Spread Option (Two Month) - Last Trade Date ACM - May 2017 Coal (API 5) fob Newcastle (Argus/McCloskey) Futures - Last Trade Date AC - July 2017 Brent Calendar Spread Option (Three Month) - Last Trade Date BW4 - May 2017 BRENT CRUDE OIL WEEKLY OPT - Last Trade Date C26 - May 2017 Crude Oil Short-Term Options D26 - Last Trade Date CFB - May 2017 Brent CFD: Dated Brent (Platts) vs. Brent Second Month (Platts) Weekly Futures - Last Trade Date CFC - May 2017 Brent CFD: Dated Brent (Platts) vs. Brent Third Month (Platts) Weekly Futures - Last Trade Date CSZ - June 2017 CAISO SP15 EZ Gen Hub 5 MW Peak Calendar-Month Day-Ahead LMP Option - Last Trade Date E2 - June 2017 National Balancing Point (NBP) Henry Hub Basis Futures - Last Trade Date E7 - June 2017 Henry Hub Natural Gas Last Day Financial Option - Last Trade Date EH - June 2017 Standard Options on Denatured Fuel Ethanol Futures - Last Trade Date HH - June 2017 Henry Hub Natural Gas Look-Alike Last Day Financial Futures - Last Trade Date ICA - May 2017 Indonesian Coal (McCloskey sub-bituminous) Average Price Option - Last Trade Date INE - June 2017 ISO New England Day-Ahead Peak Calendar-Month 5 MW Option - Last Trade Date J26 - May 2017 PJM WEST HUB 50 MW SAME DAY OOF - Last Trade Date LN4 - May 2017 NATURAL GAS WEEKLY FINANCIAL OPTION - Last Trade Date LO4 - May 2017 WEEKLY CRUDE OIL OPTIONS - Last Trade Date MCC - May 2017 Indonesian Coal (McCloskey sub-bituminous) Futures - Last Trade Date MFF - May 2017 Coal (API4) FOB Richards Bay (ARGUS-McCloskey) Futures - Last Trade Date MFO - May 2017 Coal (API 4) fob Richards Bay (Argus/McCloskey) Option - Last Trade Date MNG - June 2017 Henry Hub Natural Gas Last Day Physically-Delivered Futures - Last Trade Date MTF - May 2017 Coal (API2) CIF ARA (ARGUS-McCloskey) Futures - Last Trade Date MTO - May 2017 Coal (API 2) cif ARA (Argus/McCloskey) Option - Last Trade Date NBP - June 2017 UK NBP Natural Gas (USD/MMBtu) (ICIS Heren) Front Month Futures - Last Trade Date NG - June 2017 Henry Hub Natural Gas Futures - Last Trade Date NNE - June 2017 PER MONTH HENRY HUB FUT - Last Trade Date NN - June 2017 Henry Hub Natural Gas Last Day Financial Futures - Last Trade Date NYP - June 2017 Henry Hub NBP (ICIS Heren) Natural Gas Spread Futures - Last Trade Date ON4 - May 2017 WEEKLY NATURAL GAS OPTIONS - Last Trade Date SSI - May 2017 Coal (API 8) cfr South China (Argus/McCloskey) Futures - Last Trade Date THD - June 2017 Henry Hub TTF (ICIS Heren) Natural Gas Spread Futures - Last Trade Date TTE - June 2017 Dutch TTF Natural Gas (USD/MMBtu) (ICIS Heren) Front Month Futures - Last Trade Date U26 - May 2017 Short-Term Natural Gas Option D26 - Last Trade Date UX - May 2017 UxC Uranium U3O8 Futures - Last Trade Date Индексы EV4 - May 2017 S&P 500 END OF MONTH OPTIONS- Last Trade Date QN4 - May 2017 E-MINI NASDAQ 100 END OF MONTH OPT - Last Trade Date YM4 - May 2017 EOM ON E-MINI-SIZED DOW OPTIONS - Last Trade Date Валюта 4AD - May 2017 AUDUSD PREM QUOTE EURO STYLE 2PMFIX - Last Trade Date 4BP - May 2017 GBPUSD PREM QUOTE EURO STYLE 2PMFIX - Last Trade Date 4CD - May 2017 CADUSD PREM QUOTE EURO STYLE 2PMFIX - Last Trade Date 4D - May 2017 EUROPEAN CANADIAN DOLLAR OPTION - Last Trade Date 4E - May 2017 EURO FX/BP OPTION - Last Trade Date 4EU - May 2017 EURUSD PREM QUOTE EURO STYLE 2PMFIX - Last Trade Date 4H - May 2017 EURO FX/JY OPTION - Last Trade Date 4I - May 2017 EURO FX/SF OPTIONS - Last Trade Date 4JY - May 2017 JPYUSD PREM QUOTE EURO STYLE 2PMFIX - Last Trade Date 4M - May 2017 MEXICAN PESO OPTIONS - Last Trade Date 4N - May 2017 AFRICAN RAND OPTIONS - Last Trade Date 4P - May 2017 EUROPEAN BRITISH POUND OPTION - Last Trade Date 4R - May 2017 BRAZILIAN REAL OPTION - Last Trade Date 4SF - May 2017 CHFUSD PREM QUOTE EURO STYLE 2PMFIX - Last Trade Date 4T - May 2017 EUROPEAN EURO FX OPTION - Last Trade Date 4W - May 2017 EUROPEAN SWISS FRANC OPTION - Last Trade Date 4Y - May 2017 EUROPEAN JAPANESE YEN OPTION - Last Trade Date 4Z - May 2017 NEW ZEALAND OPTIONS - Last Trade Date AD4 - May 2017 EUROPEAN AUSTRALIAN DOLLAR OPTIONS - Last Trade Date KR4 - May 2017 KOREAN WON\U.S. DOLLAR OPTION - Last Trade Date RB4 - May 2017 U.S. DOLLAR\RENMINBI OPTIONS - Last Trade Date RE4 - May 2017 EURO\RENMINBI OPTION - Last Trade Date RU4 - May 2017 RUSSIAN RUBLE OPTIONS - Last Trade Date VAD - May 2017 AUD/USD VOL-QUOTED EURO STYLE OPT - Last Trade Date VBD - May 2017 GBP/USD VOL-QUOTED EURO STYLE OPT - Last Trade Date VCD - May 2017 CAD/USD VOL-QUOTED EURO STYLE OPT - Last Trade Date VJD - May 2017 JPY/USD VOL-QUOTED EURO STYLE OPT - Last Trade Date VSD - May 2017 CHF/USD VOL-QUOTED EURO STYLE OPT - Last Trade Date VTD - May 2017 EUR/USD VOL-QUOTED EURO STYLE OPT - Last Trade Date Interest Rates 17 - June 2017 U.S. Treasury Bond Options - Last Trade Date 21 - June 2017 10-Year T-Note Options - Last Trade Date 25 - June 2017 5-Year T-Note Options - Last Trade Date 26 - June 2017 2-Year T-Note Options - Last Trade Date TN - June 2017 Standard Options on 10-Year U.S. Treasury Note Futures - Last Trade Date UBE - June 2017 Ultra U.S. Treasury Bond Options - Last Trade Date 4K - May 2017 EURODOLLAR OPTIONS - Last Trade Date EE4 - May 2017 2-YR EURODOLLAR MIDCURVE (WEEKLY) - Last Trade Date EF4 - May 2017 3-YR EURODOLLAR MIDCURVE - Last Trade Date Металлы ALI - May 2017 Aluminum Futures - Last Trade Date GC - May 2017 Gold Futures - Last Trade Date GCT - June 2017 COMEX 100 GOLD TRADE AT SETTLEMENT - Last Trade Date GPS - June 2017 Gold/Platinum Spread Futures - Last Trade Date GSR - June 2017 Gold/Silver Ratio Futures - Last Trade Date H4E - May 2017 WEEKLY COPPER OPTIONS - Last Trade Date HG0 - May 2017 COPPER SPOT TAS - Last Trade Date HG - May 2017 Copper Futures - Last Trade Date LED - May 2017 Lead Futures - Last Trade Date OG4 - May 2017 WEEKLY GOLD OPTIONS - Last Trade Date PA - May 2017 Palladium Futures - Last Trade Date PL - May 2017 Platinum Futures - Last Trade Date PPS - June 2017 Platinum/Palladium Spread Futures - Last Trade Date QC - June 2017 E-mini Copper Futures - Last Trade Date QO - June 2017 E-mini Gold Futures - Last Trade Date SI - May 2017 Silver Futures - Last Trade Date SIL - May 2017 1,000-oz. Silver Futures - Last Trade Date SO4 - May 2017 WEEKLY SILVER OPTIONS - Last Trade Date ZNC - May 2017 Zinc Futures - Last Trade Date Real Estate BOS - May 2017 CME Metro Area Housing Index Futures - Boston - Last Trade Date BOS - May 2017 Options on Boston Housing Index Futures - Last Trade Date CHI - May 2017 CME Metro Area Housing Index Futures - Chicago - Last Trade Date CHI - May 2017 Options on Chicago Housing Index Futures - Last Trade Date CUS - May 2017 CME CompositeHousing Index Futures - Last Trade Date CUS - May 2017 Options on Composite Cities Housing Index Futures - Last Trade Date DEN - May 2017 CME Metro Area Housing Index Futures - Denver - Last Trade Date DEN - May 2017 Options on Denver Housing Index Futures - Last Trade Date LAV - May 2017 CME Metro Area Housing Index Futures - Las Vegas - Last Trade Date LAV - May 2017 Options on Las Vegas Housing Index Futures - Last Trade Date LAX - May 2017 CME Metro Area Housing Index Futures - Los Angeles - Last Trade Date LAX - May 2017 Options on Los Angeles Housing Index Futures - Last Trade Date MIA - May 2017 CME Metro Area Housing Index Futures - Miami - Last Trade Date MIA - May 2017 Options on Miami Housing Index Futures - Last Trade Date NYM - May 2017 CME Metro Area Housing Index Futures - New York - Last Trade Date NYM - May 2017 Options on New York Housing Index Futures - Last Trade Date SDG - May 2017 CME Metro Area Housing Index Futures - San Diego - Last Trade Date SDG - May 2017 Options on San Diego Housing Index Futures - Last Trade Date SFR - May 2017 CME Metro Area Housing Index Futures - San Francisco - Last Trade Date SFR - May 2017 Options on San Francisco Housing Index Futures - Last Trade Date WDC - May 2017 CME Metro Area Housing Index Futures - Washington D.C. - Last Trade Date WDC - May 2017 Options on Washington DC Housing Index Futures - Last Trade Datе Источник: cmegroup.com

0 notes