◇ pairing: jungkook | reader, past yoongi | reader ◇ genre: angst with bits of fluff ◇ word count: 29.885 ◇ warnings: none
Min Yoongi leads Earth with a stern hand and a pair of cold eyes. You lead a withered space station that’s been losing hope for years, mind tired and heart torn. Jeon Jungkook is no more than a broken soldier who’s slowly losing his humanity, but his longing for the rain keeps him tied to the ground.
Three paths converge again when the two worlds clash, and as precarious as they were, it does not stop you from falling in love for a second time.
You are just eight years old when you look at Earth’s sky for the first time.
Though you are considered an observant child, you are still too young to understand the underlying meaning of your actions. Your eyes only see an unexplored vastness, infinite and alluring, undiscerning of the coiling tendrils that precariously tie two worlds together — yours, and Min Yoongi’s.
A/N: This is another editions from my personal collection, the reason I’m re-doing these is because of the babby fever taking over me, and the best way not to give in to it is writing about it, or in this case edit an old fic.
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Super Big Brother
“Ok then,” you sigh and Dean nods rapidly as he speaks. “We’ll go straight to the point. We need to be direct with him, he’s a big boy.”
“Yeah,” you agree a little out of breath. “He can take it, right?” Dean eyes widen in doubt and your shoulders drop. “What if he can’t take it? Oh my goodness, he’s still a baby. My baby. This is all a mistake.”
You start to hyperventilate, Dean’s quick to rub your arms up and down. “Look at me,” he says in a sweet voice, you comply. “Is gonna be fine, he’s gonna be fine.” He bites his lower lip and you wonder how did you get so lucky.
“Okay, we’re telling him and we’ll answer any question he has.” Taking a deep breath you look back into Dean’s eyes. “What kind of questions can a three year-old make, huh?”
Dean shrugs, his arms let go of you and he pushes away from the kitchen table he’d been leaning on. You follow his lead and start walking behind him out the kitchen and down the hall.
“Wait!” you shout and run back to the kitchen, Dean stands in the middle of the corridor dumbfounded.
“Uh, sweetheart?” Dean takes a few steps your way when you rush out the door almost bumping into him, sippy cup with chocolate milk in one hand, a plate with some homemade oatmeal cookies in the other.
“Let’s go.” You nod ahead for him to lead the way one more time.
Dean’s eyes on the plate and he goes for one of the cookies. He groans when you smack his hand away away. “They’re not for you! You can have one later, I made a whole tray today.”
Dean grins like a three year-old and you roll your eyes.
A/N: First fic in a few weeks! I’ve been busy with school and I’ve also been sick. Hopefully once summer rolls around things will get better. For the anon who sent that Cisco request, don’t worry I’m thinking of something for it. As for this fic, I just finished Riverdale, and I love Ross Butler. I’m really sad to see him leave the show, so my boy Reggie is here to fill the void in my heart.