Genre: Gang!Au. Mentions of death, blood, guns, drugs, Featureing: Pentagon
Word Count:2.7 K
Could I request a YOUNGBIN GANG AU in which he saves the reader 😍?! Youngbin is boyfriend material as hell kyaaaaa
A/n. I had a awesome time writing this. Gang leader Youngbin I can imagine him omg hes like a perfect gang leader. I could have done better but the editing part made me cry so I didnt put in more writing like I wanted. It still okay to me Im a amateur writer after all. Hope you enjoy. ps I also out Pentagon as the other gang so I hope you noticed what I did there.
He was pure danger. Someone you shouldn’t have ever gotten involved with in the first place.
You always wondered how you got caught by him. You didn’t remember much of that night, bring home a handsome stranger. One night of intoxicating dancing that lead to you sleeping with him. Waking up to a mess a black hair with hickeys marked across your skin like petals.
First off, huge fan, you're ridiculously talented. Second off, I wanted to know if you'd heard of the lancezine? It's a fanzine to show that Lance isn't the seventh wheel in our hearts; all the proceeds go to charity. They're planning to pick fifteen writers and fifteen artists to partake and pair them up with one another. Once I thought of the possible artists (I will be applying as an author) that could be in this, I immediately thought of you, you're amazing art, and if you knew about it.
Oh I am waaay ahead of you, my friend! Thank you for thinking of me <33 I’ve been aware of the @lance-zine for a while now and basically threw myself at the application form as soon as I got home from work yesterday. Whether I get in or not I’m just super glad to see Lance getting some well-deserved love ;; He’s just *clenches fist* so good omg.
[In other news, I’ve also applied to take part in the VLD @risquezine and the 18+ YOI zine. I would be honoured to take part in any one of these tbh, so hopefully my applications were good enough!]
[EDIT: oooh okay, someone mentioned that you might be referring to @lancezine which I wasn’t aware of until now. Since I’ve already applied to one Lance-centric zine I’m reluctant to apply to another (which would bring my total up to four zine applications around the same time lmao whoops), but there is a TINY TINY window of crossover between participant confirmation for Currents and applications closing for Starboy, so if I don’t make it into the first I’ll definitely apply to the second!]
Hey! So I was wondering if you could do a Soulmate!Damian where the
reader is a couple years older than him and dating Tim, amd is really
kind and sweet and Damian doesn’t know why he likes them and then finds
out they’re soulmates? And then maybe we see them in the future a bit
together like after they’ve had/adopted their first kid? If not that’s
fine, (also if u want a tumblr friend I gotchu).
Notes: Yikes, this is my first Imagine so I am nervous and sorry and omg I didn’t have anyone to edit. I hope it is what you wanted, if not I’ll redo it. I hope it’s okay that I’m doing this in two parts…the next part will be much better I promise.
Y/N= Your name
Y/C/E: Your color of eyes.
Extra Note: I made some changes, oops.
Looking back at it he supposed it was obvious this whole time, but he couldn’t find it in himself to admit it. They were suppose to be the family of the greatest detectives, so how did not one of them figure it out?
“Tt” Damian scoffed, looking away from the seemingly happy couple across the dinner table. Y/N was over, again, to have dinner with the family. Normally Damian was oddly excited about this arrangement, but ever since he saw the mark on their shoulder all he could feel around her was irritation. Or maybe that was more towards the caffeine addict he referred to as Drake.
Looking up from his potatoes he saw Tim kiss their cheek, causing Y/N to turn a dark pink at the act of affection that no one else seemed to look at. The irritation seemed to grow at the sight as he stabbed his potatoes with his fork.
It was definitely Drake.
“Damian, are you alright?” A soft voice laced with concern sounded, causing Damian to look up once more, only to see everyone looking at him with different expressions.
Father and Grayson looked confused, while Jason and Tim looked uninterested. Y/N was the only concerned looking one, staring at him with their wide eyes, waiting for a response.
Looking at Y/N he caught himself studying them a bit more than he would others, so instead of handling the situation like any other seventeen year old would do, he pushed his plate away and stood up abruptly.
“Of course I am, I’m going to finish homework.” He announced, walking out of the dining room. He could faintly hear Dick mumbling about how it was summer, and Tim comforting the same person who had been concerned and asked a simple question, who he basically snapped at.
The same person who had an identical mark to him on their shoulder that they covered up with makeup so they wouldn’t break their boyfriend’s heart.
“Grayson, I am not in the mood for your antics today,” Damian snapped, removing his black headphones from his ears and placing them around his neck as he turned around. To his shock, it was Y/N, Tim’s significant other, standing where he believed his brother was.
Apparently the shock showed on his face, because they giggled and took a step towards him, hugging themselves almost shyly, as if covering up,though he didn’t seem why. They were wearing simple workout attire, nothing to be embarrassed about.
“Sorry to sneak up on you, but Tim said I could use the treadmill down here whenever, so I came down.” They informed, biting their plump lower lip as they watched Damian for a reaction. After twelve seconds of Damian just staring at them with his normal hard stare they cleared her throat. “I can leave if you-”
“No, you’re fine, I was just thinking. The treadmill is over there, don’t trip.” He said, pointing to the left before he put his headphones back in and turned around.
Y/N watched him beat a bag for a few moments before they made their way to the machine, thinking about what had just happened.
The two of them were close enough, much to Tim’s dislike, but it probably had to do with the closeness in age. While Damian was seventeen, they were nineteen and Tim was turning twenty-one soon.
Shaking their head as if to clear their thoughts Y/N started the treadmill and started running, blocking everything else out as they focused on their workout.
Damian wasn’t that lucky, he maybe got a few hits in before he got distracted. From what, he wasn’t to sure but he did find himself flustered when he looked to the left.
Y/N was running on the treadmill, which was normal, but the thing that wasn’t was the fact they had taken their hoodie off and was just running in a black tank top.
Now, Damian had women, and some men falling at his feet, but for whatever reason he always found himself flustered around his brothers significant other
Never his finest moment.
The tank top wasn’t what had gotten his attention, though it was a close second. Instead, it was the dark, triangle shape on the top of their bare shoulder. It wasn’t the fact that it was a tattoo that bothered him, but more so the fact that it wasn’t.
He didn’t know much about the whole soul mate mark thing, his mother hated it and his father never spoke of it, so his only source of information was Dick. From what he could recall, it was a dark brown, and your soulmate would have the same exact mark in the same place as you.
Damian looked over at his shoulder to be sure, his eyes passing over all the light scars littering his body as he caught sight of it. He had the same mark in the same place as Y/N.
Tim’s significant other.
Clearing his throat, Damian took a few steps towards Y/N in hopes to clear this up, there must be a mistake right?
“Y/N” He called , them being one of the few he called by their first name. Due to the lack of headphones, they heard him right away and paused the machine, turning around and panting a bit before answering.
Their face was flushed red while their chest was rising and falling at a quick rate, and for some reason Damian had never saw someone more attractive.
“What’s up D?” they asked, standing taller and leaning against one of the rails of the treadmill. Damian crossed his arms as he thought about his next choice of words.
“Is that your mark? The soul mate one that people talk about?” He asked, gesturing towards their shoulder curiously.
Y/N’s eyebrows creased in confusion, following his gaze to look over their right shoulder before blushing a bit and not meeting his eyes, which caused Damian’s dark brows to raise.
“Um….yeah. I normally cover it up because I don’t really…believe in that stuff that…much.” they trailed off, their Y/C/E’s landing on his bare shoulder as well. It seemed as if they stopped breathing for a few moments, the shock being too much.
“Good, neither do I.” Damian snapped, turning on his heel and walking out of their private gym and not once looking back. For whatever reason, he felt hurt that they didn’t believe it. So instead he left Y/N, alone and confused as he went to go wallow in his room alone.
A/N: I haven’t wrote in a long time and am getting back into the swing of things, so I am a bit rusty and I am sorry.
Hi! I've just read your meta masterlist written for someone who wanted to convince their friends that deancas is real. First of all - thank you, what a treat to have it all in one place. The best Matrix red pill of them all. Second of all - "the entire S8, which was basically a demented Jane Eyre AU" - could you elaborate on that? I'm mighty interested.
Hi! Thanks for that - uhm - it’s missing a lot of stuff, though. I’m sure there are better masterposts out there, and I actually looked for them, but all I could find was fanfiction stuff.
As for the Jane Eyre thing - I should say I’m a fan of the Brontë sisters, so it wasn’t supposed to be an insult or anything, but it’s hard to deny that those kind of novels (particularly Wuthering Heights) are over the top and überdramatic and there’s almost an unhealthy focus on love and falling in love and what happens if you lose that and how your life can never be complete without that one person who means everything, and if that person is your foaming-at-the-mouth insane half-brother, so be it. And the thing is, Supernatural seasons often hinge around powerful and borderline soap-operish themes (the whole ‘almost orphans desperately looking for their father while killing things’ was very Dickens, in a way - if Dickens had been high on opium and cocaine and stuff, that is), but S8 really went above and beyond. I mean, even without the big love story for the fucking ages supporting the entire narrative arc, it was full of OMG and oh no! moments -
Sam is all alone in the world and may have found love but oh no! his brother’s back from the dead and super pissed and oh no! the woman he probably loves is actually not a widow and OMG what next?
Hunter Dean found himself a new best friend but oh no! he’s a vampire drawn to human blood but OMG he’s promised to abstain forever and fight his own instincts every day for eternity but oh no! what happens if he can’t?
There is a way to banish all demons from the Earth but oh no! it’s a magic spell that requires a human sacrifice and oh no! Sam actually wants to do that and is it guilt or depression or martyrdom or OMG is he simply that heroic??!?
- so much Gothic extravaganza, the list could go on and on. But, as I said, at the heart of it all are Dean and Cas, and what’s going on with them is so sappy and romantic even Charlotte Brontê would have edited some stuff out.
Hobama is so hilarious to me. I can't see anything alluding to it without laughing. I just had surgery so laughing is painful but I just laughed so hard and then I cried and had to explain Hobama to my mum. Thanks
Listen, Hobama is a gift from God/The National Examiner…
Four more years was great for America and all, but let’s just take a moment to think about Harry Styles who was probably heartbroken that they had to keep their love a secret for a second term.
They hid their love away for the greater good.
But with mere months left of the presidency it’s getting harder to be patient…
And Barack is getting reckless…
So what will happen to these two crazy lovebirds once Obama is no longer president? Time can only tell.
*EDIT: OMG I JUST SAW THE PART ABOUT YOUR SURGERY WHEN THIS WAS ON MY DASH AND REALISED THAT I MAY HAVE INADVERTENTLY CAUSED YOU MORE PAIN AND FOR THAT I’M SORRY BUT NOT SORRY BECAUSE HOBAMA!*
A/N: I found a lot of typos than expected in the last chapter omg *cringe* And yes, this was a bit late. I wasn’t exactly satisfied with my writing. Anyways, I have no ideaaa where I’m going with this, but I hope it reaches to the point of where I want it to be. (EDIT: Aaaand I found typos)
After that incident, Y/N decided to walk around school alone, observing every detail of the building and the hallway she was in. It was beautiful; the corridors that were decorated by the marble columns that allowed the sunlight to light it up, serving it as a way for students to see.The vibe it gave off was something that Y/N compared to that of ancient times and greek eras; it gave her a nostalgic feel to everything. She found herself appreciating one of the many human talents, whether it was just their job or really their passion.
Right now, she was ignoring every one of them as she was minding her own business, even though they could see her. It wasn’t as comfortable as she thought it would be, since word got out fast. The incident was literally the hot topic of the school right now, and she had wondered how it spread that fast. She tried to get it out of her system, and tried to ignore it. But every word she could hear so clearly, as if they were in talking right next to her in close proximity. She couldn’t hear her own thoughts, nor could she overpower the words with her own. There were a lot of voices; she felt like she was backed into a corner when all she could hear was about her.
She felt the urge to just bolt her way out of there, and just run to anywhere but here. Her breathing had become rapid, and she bit her lip to prevent herself from doing anything she might regret. When her leg twitched forward to sprint, she suddenly felt a hand latch onto her wrist. She snapped her head towards the owner of the hand, only to find that it was Jaebum. And she never felt more relieved to see him in her entire life, not that she would admit that to him.
She sighed; suddenly the voices had died down, and it had become more tolerable.
He had a genuinely worried expression plastered onto his face, and she didn’t know if that was just for her or really just him being worried. She turned to fully face him, wondering what he wanted from her right now. “What?”
“Are you okay? You looked like you were about to explode just then and there.” He pointed out, recalling how you panicked you looked when the voices got louder.
“Yeah– I’m fine… now.” She couldn’t lie, and she knew that. She expected some snarky comment from him, or a teasing remark, but surprisingly, he was as quiet as ever. But that didn’t soothe her, she’d rather much have him to say something rather than be totally unreadable.
She knew that he could hear all those whispers, and she felt ashamed in front of him, maybe even embarrassed when he wasn’t saying anything. She thought he was judging her for being so vulnerable, when he might’ve expected her to be a lot stronger than that since she was an angel. She didn’t want him to see her like that, especially not when he could use it against her.
“Let’s just go,” She started walking in a different direction, the one she thought where the patios were at. Jaebum followed shortly after, now walking side by side with each other.
“I take it that it didn’t go too well?” He questioned, stuffing his hands into his jacket’s pockets. He was referring to the whispers he was hearing all around. He was quirking his eyebrows at her, but he still had that serious expression on his face. And she didn’t find any intended mockery in his question at all.
“It was swell at first… but you know.” She answered honestly, but vaguely as ever. She recalled how much fun she was having with Jungkook, but all that went down hill when she decided to be rational about it and didn’t decide to heed his words. “Do you think… I made the wrong choice?” She hesitantly asked for his opinion, but not even sparing a single glance towards him.
“You’re asking me that?” He snorted, not entirely believing that she was that affected to not be in the right mind, asking a demon a moral kind-of-question. She bit her lip, regretting to ask him that. “I don’t know, what do you think?”
“I think I made the wrong decision,” She stated her opinion, and they had finally arrived to their destination point. She took a table that was underneath a big fig tree, which kept them under shade from the sun. Everybody here seemed to be minding their own business, either eating or just chatting up. The day was beautiful, and it had lifted her mood a bit.
“I don’t think so,” He voiced out, taking a seat opposite to her. “Personally, I think you made the right choice if you were going by morals, but if you wanted to avoid complications…” He trailed off, explaining his point of view. From what he heard, most of the rumors were biased. It had sounded like that girl Cindy had manipulated the situation by wrapping Jungkook around her finger, hence Y/N being overpowered since she didn’t want to use any of her powers to turn things to her favor. He knew she wouldn’t be like that. Technically, what she did was morally right, and logically right as a human. It’s what a human would’ve done, but that wasn’t exactly a smart choice right?
“I’ll go grab some grub.” He stood up, leaving her for awhile with her thoughts. She contemplated on his words, trying to decipher what they had meant. ‘If I wanted to avoid complications?’ She pondered, leaning on the palm of her hand. What other way was there? Just take the beating?
It wasn’t long before he came back with a large platter of food for both of them, having a big grin on his face. She looked at him questioningly; wondering why he was looking so excited when he didn’t need to actually eat.
“Jaebum, you know we don’t need to eat right?” She questioned, knowing both of them would never and has never been hungry for anything. They didn’t have those kinds of necessities, or any kind for that matter.
“And you know we can never get an upset tummy no matter how much we eat, so why not?” He retorted, before digging into his extra large french fries. She rolled her eyes at him, before grabbing one of the burgers and sodas he had bought.
She took a bite out of hers, tasting the delicious juiciness of the patty. She found it weird to be eating with him, but she found the moment to be pleasant. At least she didn’t need to act like someone else around him, since he knew what she already was.
“So delicious,” He complimented, mouth being constantly stuffed with food, as if he hadn’t eaten in years. She laughed at the sight of him – forgetting about everything for a moment. He looked like a chipmunk with his cheeks stuff liked that.
When she was done with hers, she took a sip of her soda and some of his fries to irritate him – to which in turn he slapped her hand away. “Yah! I just want some!” She exclaimed angrily, however, the sly smile creeping up said otherwise. “You’re not hungry!” He retorted, now engaging into a locked wrestling match with her, attempting to stop her from getting his food. “They’re tasty!”
He didn’t know what he was doing, entertaining her like this. But he complied nonetheless, and he was actually having fun. A competitive grin had made its way up. “Why are you so stingy!?” “My money, my food!” He argued back, not backing down in their bickering.
After what seemed like hours of fighting, Jaebum finally gave up and just let Y/N the rest of his fries, to which she gladly accepted before downing it all in one go. “You’re such a pig,” He threw at her a petty insult; although in reality, he definitely had his glory days that made this look like it was dieting. She shrugged it off, happy with herself.
He noticed the shift in her mood, how it went from sad to happy and playful in mere seconds. How it was like that off a child – curious to learn more, moody when they wouldn’t get what they want. But just like any other child, they were inexperienced and unpredictable.
So now they sat there in silence, with the exception of cheerful chatter and the nature of course. He stared blankly at his hands, planning his next move. When he was at a different location, he had felt the rising angelic presence on school grounds, which caused slight flickering in the hallways. He had presumed it was just her, since it had not happened so long ago. He was worried about her, wondering if the sudden exposure to this type of environment would be too much. There was a lot she didn’t know about them, but he knew she had seen worse. But what if she can’t handle it happening to her firsthand? The emotions that would rise in an angel would affect anything surrounding her. From flickering lights to dead bodies real fast, he thought it would be dangerous to keep her like this if it would signal her comrades.
“Hey,” Her voice brought him back to reality. “Why do you think people belittle each other when they’re equal?” She asked out of nowhere, creating imaginary circles with her fingers on the table. He was slowly trying to process at first, but he knew the reason why.
“Well, to them – there’s a lot of factors. It can be because of social status, or power, or talent, but it’s all based on standards. They like to belittle the ones who don’t reach it.” He decided to educate her on human psychology – straightening his back in his chair. He had a lot of experience in this, like it was his second nature to toy with them and see what makes them tick. “Then why was I targeted?” She questioned; they didn’t know her social status, or her power, or any of her talent. And she was sure of her beauty, so why?
“You’re case is different – like I said, a lot of factors. From what I heard, it sounded like that cheerleader was just jealous of you ‘flirting’ with their star player Jungkook.” She snapped her head upwards to look at him in the eye, then pausing to fit the pieces together. “Oh my goodness – are they together?” Now thinking that she might’ve hurt Cindy’s feelings, or maybe her and Jungkook’s relationship. Her face instantly fell as she felt the guilt rise up.
“What no– Hell no,” He scoffed at her false assumption; before he could protest her view even further, a group of girls had approached the two of them.
“Well, well, well – what do we have here?” A high-pitched voice had cut their conversation short. Both of the supernatural beings had simultaneously looked up to find the owner, to which Y/N had found to be Cindy. Her expression immediately turning into a puzzled one. Speak of the devil.
“The tattle tale and–” She looked from Y/N to Jaebum, immediately cutting off her words when her honey eyes landed upon him. “–Who might you be?” She asked in a more friendly and intrigued tone than what she gave to the angel. He had peaked her interest, he figured. He knew whenever someone was interested in him or not, and she was showing obvious signs. He took note of how she addressed Y/N, and from the what he’s been hearing around, it sounded like this girl was Cindy. She had matched the description after all. Styled long brown hair and ruby red lips.
If he were to be completely honest, he would’ve hooked up with her whenever given the chance for some fun, like he usually would with any unsuspecting human who were just looking for a fling. But since the circumstances… changed, he decided to change his game up a bit.
“Taken,” And that was when things started to get real fun. He looked at her dejected being as he crossed his arms with a smirk etched on his face, waiting for what she had to say to that. She had just made a complete fool of herself – mocking his ‘girlfriend’ in front of her ‘boyfriend’, whom she had just attempted to flirt shamelessly with.
“Do you have a problem with my girl?” He emphasized, gesturing his head towards the angel – making the point across that he was in fact talking about Y/N.
Cindy was speechless for a moment, before regaining her composure by standing straight and tall. “Why yes, I didn’t think that miss Y/N was taken, not when she practically threw herself at our star player Jungkook. Slutty, don’t you think?” She countered, crossing her arms at Y/N with a satisfied smile on her face. However her smile suddenly fell when she heard Jaebum’s low chuckle.
He shook his head, not believing how utterly stupid she was. He knew humans were horrible – he used to be one himself, which is why he knew what they were like. And he knew, that this piece of meat dangling in front of him, wouldn’t have the balls to do all things he used to do – no matter how crude this person was, she was still a spoiled brat. Just by seeing her, he knew that she would the type to be cowardly; someone who was willing to save her tail by throwing others into the fire.
“What’s slutty is you flirting with me in front of my girlfriend.” He pointed out, now looking at her in the eye. Her face began to redden, from her cheeks to her ears as she stood there in awe – she was utterly embarrassed for him to say that out loud so boldly, and because it was the truth she didn’t want to acknowledge.
“What? Cat caught your tongue?” He mocked, which brought her back to reality. Her demeanor seeming more hostile than to what she was showing him at first. She glared at him before turning away, walking away with the group of girls who were just there to mindlessly follow her.
Y/N stared at him in bewilderment, not believing how he handled that situation so smoothly. She envied his expertise, since he looked like he would always be ten steps ahead of everyone. She knew he dealt with them ever since he was born a demon, but she wanted to have the same effect of having everyone behind you and turning the results into her favor.
Jaebum caught her staring at him, knowing that she would be impressed with his manipulation skills. “Glad that I chose you?” He teased, winking at her – which in turn caused her to blush; she was feeling something weird in the pit of her stomach that she couldn’t put her finger on.
“No… just impressed I must say.” She admits; she can’t really deny the fact at how witty he was. Maybe she could learn a thing or two from him, but little did she know, that was exactly why he brought her there.
What was his motive you ask? Well in all honesty, it was for the experience, and it still is. He brought her here so that she could learn, whether it be something like manipulation. The past week, he had noticed how she was acting whenever they were going on interrogation missions together. Her boldness and honesty was effective, since it made all her threats seem more threatening as they couldn’t be bluffs. But he noticed how she wasn’t able to tell the difference between the truth and a good lie. If he had given his motive, she would’ve rejected it immediately as her pride would’ve gotten the best of her.
“Hey, I got an idea.” He spoke up, a hint of mischief in his tone as he leaned in with a playful grin. “And you’re going to like this.” The angel cocked an eyebrow at him, wanting to hear what he has in mind this time.
“I’m listening,” She leaned in, propping herself with both her arms and elbows on the table.
“Why don’t we stage a play?” He suggested, wiggling his eyebrows at her. Y/N looked at him confused; a theatrical play?
“A play?” She repeated his words, not entirely seeing where he was getting at.
“Why don’t we stage one and let the main character be miss Cindy Browen.”
Cindy was with her group of friends and her type of people – the jocks, the popular kids, and alike. They were having their usual chatter of things, except this time, since it’s the start of a new year – it comes with an annual bonus topic. New students.
New students were a thing that happened annually, and they’re a big game changer to everyone around. They could be the reigning queen bee in their previous school, they could be the hot new student, they could be the insanely rich ones, they could be anything. So it wasn’t a surprise that they were the hot topic, especially when two significant ones have made their name known in just one day.
Jungkook knew Y/N, and it was sad to see her being in the hot spotlight. He knew she wasn’t that type of girl, and she was new here, which may have been even worse. Although what did come to a shock to him, was that he heard you were taken by someone else. But even more so when he found out that it was her taller companion who claimed to be her boyfriend. He knew what he heard from him, and he said that they were just ‘friends’ – which confused him to no end when he heard Cindy rambling on about her experience with them.
Had he been lied to? He didn’t know, but it sounded like they were really just friends. He assumed that the guy lied to her in order to protect Y/N, and that was by making Cindy a fool out of herself. After all, that’s what friends are for right? He then immediately recalled how he betrayed her in class, his mood sinking immensely. Trying to convince his conscience that it was for the better, even she agreed – but it wouldn’t budge. He cursed himself, and he cursed Cindy. It’s not like they were dating, plus her hands were always on someone else she found interesting. So why keep Jungkook from getting taken? He fumed at the idea.
“Kind of a shame though, he was good looking, plus he seemed fit. He could’ve had a chance to try out for the football team.” Cindy claimed, now talking to the football players. One of them scoffed, specifically the captain.
“Just because he rejected you doesn’t mean he can’t join us – plus he had a good reason; he was taken, by someone pretty at that.” Jungkook heard them argue loud and clear, and he silently agreed with the captain’s protest. Although it peeved him to hear that they thought she was pretty – not that she wasn’t – but that meant they were probably interested in her, and he didn’t want them to lay not even a single hair on her.
The relationship between the captain and the queen bee was that of a love-hate kind of friendship together; their sorority being closely tied with their fraternity. And that also meant having to agree with each other before passing down their judgement. The captain, Cedric, was more logical, grounded, and definitely more approachable, but a little more lustful and superficial. Whereas Cindy was more manipulative, bold, and smarter, but more hot-headed and arrogant than Cedric. Both had the same ideology of being on top, none can lie about that.
“How would I know when she was flirting with my Jungkookie!” She exclaimed, crossing her arms at the man next to her. The captain cocked his eyebrow at the star player, who was avoiding his stare by keeping his eyes on his fries. “Jungkook?”
“She wasn’t flirting; she was new and I wanted to get to know her better.” He tried to hold back any sign of animosity in his tone, even though his own words contrasted hers. He didn’t look up at Cindy, but he knew she was burning holes onto the top of his head with her daggering glare. This had always seemed to be the problem with her; he couldn’t get the chance to talk to any girl normally without her coming into play. And she wasn’t even his girlfriend, just someone who thought had claimed him because apparently, she was the only one good enough for him.
He angrily dropped his fry back into the paper holder, before abruptly standing up and grabbing his bag to leave. “Jungkook, where are you going–” He heard one of them ask, but he didn’t respond and just left them all hanging as he left the cafeteria with all eyes on him.
Once he walked out, he was met by nature’s bright day and the cheerful banter of people, but that didn’t boost his mood one bit. He couldn’t think straight right now – his mind was a clouded rage, but he had enough presence of mind to know that he needed to take a break from them right now. He just wanted to go home right, play some video games. Or maybe hit the gym, and do some kickboxing. Better yet, the arcade.
He looked up his pathway, and he immediately noticed from the corner of his eye the two new students. Once his eyes landed on both of their figures, it didn’t latch away. He saw how the two of you were staring at each other – giving each other playful grins that he found some to be suggestive. And he couldn’t help but feel his heart getting tugged down when he saw Y/N smiling back at Jaebum, then suddenly feeling frustrated, but he didn’t know why.
She noticed his stare when he passed by the sidewalk, and her smile fell for a moment as her face turned into a more grim expression. He didn’t know it, but it looked like he was glaring at her.
He immediately looked away, shaking his head and licking his lips in frustration. His eyebrows were knitted together as his jaw was noticeably clenched. She definitely thought she did something wrong.
Her feet moved on her own as she stood up, not being in control of her actions anymore.
“Y/N?” He called out – what had gotten into her all of a sudden? She wasn’t responding to him anymore; her feet started to take her away as her eyes were locked onto something, like she was in a trance.
“Y/N–” He called out short, abruptly standing up in attempts to grab and stop her from whatever she was about to do. But her pace quickened, she was suddenly jogging to something as she followed the school’s pathway to the exit.
His voices died out when she had began to follow Jungkook, in attempts of catching him. She didn’t even know what she would do when she did, but she decided to push that thought into the back of her mind and think about that later.
“Another one bites the dust,” A fellow angel – Mira – happily hums to herself as she sees the lifeless body of a defeated demon fall to the ground. Taehyung just watched with a grim expression – lips pursed and eyebrows furrowed; staring hard at the gruesome sight of the human vessel losing its eyes; blood pooling out.
He was currently on a mission, in pairs to be exact. The past few days had been busy, but they weren’t able to get that much information on anyone. They tried demons mostly, but they were too smart to spill anything about the disturbance. At least, that’s what they thought.
In reality, little did they know that they did not know anything about the vibration at all. And Taehyung was starting to get to that idea. He frowned upon another lost cause, walking towards and crouching down to examine the corpse. It was a female human vessel, and he thought of the loss of life of the human. She was human; she had people who probably cared for her, and he couldn’t help but feel the guilt resonate within him. What would’ve been done if she was never possessed at all? He knew as well that they couldn’t be exorcised if they were being affected greatly by the cosmic wave, so it was risky and out of the question to even try right now.
He stood up, and walked away with his hands stuffed in his jersey. Usually he would be at the arcade, interacting with others, but he had priorities.
“What do we tell Seokjin?” Mira queried, following after him shortly. He just shrugged at her nonchalantly, his expression showing that he was bored out of his mind.
“Same as usual,” Since nothing had happened out of the ordinary anyways.
He had imagined that she nodded at his words, as she was silent in response. He could be doing other things by now rather than wasting his time killing humans and demons along, like maybe talk to some humans? Frolic in nature maybe. He would usually be at the arcade with someone at this time; he even made a human friend, much to the Garrison’s dismay.
He didn’t know why they were so against them when they were interesting beings, and angels would always have the upperhand. If anything were to go wrong, he could just make them forget him, and wrap reality. That was the usual solution, but he guesses since it’s dangerous at this point of time, he would understand their worries.
He sighed as he walked out of the alleyway, the smell of garbage and rundown buildings filling his nostrils bothered him. This area was polluted; especially when it was the west side of the state, where juvenile gangs and crimes never slept. And he hated the thought that they were wasting their lives like this, damning themselves to hell almost completely. He thought he ought to do something about it, maybe after this whole fiasco ends.
“Hey,” He called out to his companion as he kept his eyes on his path. “Do you ever wonder if it’s really a demon’s doing?” He asked. She was silent for a moment, implying that she was pondering.
“Of course, but I just have this feeling that it’s not made known to most of the lower class ones.” He figured she would say that, most of his companions gave that sort of answer. But at least it was given with explanation.
He had asked that because they almost always put the blame on them whenever something happened, but he couldn’t blame the angels about their paranoia. It was almost always like that in this never ending war, they were bound to go against them for all eternity. Angels barely came down on earth, so their existence was only known to the oldest of creatures and to all of demons, which is why most of their suspicion was situated upon them. So it was quite a surprise when other creatures like werewolves, vampires, and ghouls saw them, thinking that they weren’t real. Even the hunters don’t acknowledge their existence, which was sort of ironic since they exorcise demons.
“Where to now?” He pondered at her question, maybe he could catch up on with his other teammates.
“East side,” He replied, knowing that Y/N would be there. He wondered what his best friend was doing; nowadays she was going on her own and that was quite unusual for the both of them. He would’ve accompanied her, but due to her protest, he didn’t. He didn’t fight back on it, thinking maybe she had a reason, but it was still out of the blue for him.
After miles of walking, he found himself in front of a university. But he felt something strange resonating from the building. He followed her presence, where it was last radiating at least. It was weak around parts of the city, but it was still there, which led him here.
She was here for sure, but there was something oddly mixed in her presence. It was suddenly rising at an alarming pace, and he could hear the flicker of lights inside as well as the many students slightly panicking. His eyes widened when he caught the smell of sulfur, hitting him like a bulldozer – bringing to the terrifying thought that she could be in danger.
“Oh my goodness–” He muttered under his breath, he started to sprint towards her direction. He paid no mind to Mira, who was quickly following him out of spite – not knowing what had happened to him. The closer he got to her presence, the more scared he felt when there was another lingering one next to hers.
He put two and two together, thinking that there was something inside that building that alarmed students – and thinking that she had raised her presence in hopes of a distress signal.
His feet were running on the sidewalk, dodging the few passersby swiftly as he desperately followed her angelic presence. He then heard rapid footsteps coming from his left at a fast face, and in the corner of his eye, he saw a figure running at him.
By instinct, he turned to get a full view of him; that’s when they had made eye-contact, and it was like time had stopped still. His eyes were locked onto soft brown ones – terrified and frustrated beyond belief. Both of their eyes dilated towards each other, getting a good glimpse of their friend. If only both of them weren’t in a hurry, Taehyung would’ve been in the right mind to stop his human acquaintance at the moment before he took a quick step backward, letting him pass himself by and onto the pedestrian lane.
“Jungkook! Look out!” A shrieking voice brought him back to the present. He snapped his head towards the direction of the owner – eyes landing upon the person he was looking for, then to the figure behind her.
“What?” He uttered out in confusion, not believing the sight before him. He tried to piece things together when he saw Jaebum, clearly getting a view on his horrifying demonic appearance residing behind the human vessel. But everything was happening all so fast it made no sense to him at that point.
Why was Jungkook running away? And why was she chasing him? More importantly, that thing behind her–
The sound of a truck’s horn rang through his ears – eyes turning into saucers to the sudden realization when he had processed her words clearly.
He immediately turned his head back to Jungkook’s spot, catching a glimpse of a fast-pacing semi-trailer nearing him.
“NO!” Both of them simultaneously reached their hand out as they screamed for the boy to jump out of the way. And just when Jungkook noticed the presence of the truck, that was when everything stopped.
asdfghjklj may you write what it would be like to date paulo dybala? i really love your writing and i'm so hooked with your work! ahhhh it's been so long since i found a footballer writer who writes amazing and is super friendly as well!! ☺️💖
dating Paulo Dybala would include..
cuddling - a heck lot of cuddling. he was needy and clingy and so were you. you loved spending time with him where it was just him and you. You would have both of your fingers intertwined laying facing each other in bed. he would tell you about your day and you would tell him about yours, it was just really intimidate and calming.
„your hands are so soft and small„ he said softly.
„and yours are too big for mine“ you said posting slightly.
„No they fit perfect together, see“ he said intertwining your hands.
laughing/smiling - he would always make sure that you were in a good mood. And you always made sure he was in a good mood as well, whether that was after a bad game or he was just generally in a bad mood you couldn’t stand having him in a bad mood so you always made sure he had something to laugh or smile about.
“stop it” he said.
“with what?” you asked.
“making me smile, i’m in a bad mood” he said pouting.
holding hands - whether that was while you two were cuddling in bed or whenever you strolled through town.
“my hand is sweaty” you told him as you two were strolling through town on one of those hot summer days.
“i don’t care” he said.
“i just wanna hold your hand” he said smiling.
going to his games - you always loved football. and juventus soon became one of your favorite teams after Paulo started playing their. so you would go to all of his games. to all of them no matter if you would go on your own, your family joined you or one of your friends came. you were rooting for him and for juventus and often found yourself standing up and screaming whenever they missed a shot.
“i saw you celebrating the goal” paulo chuckled after the game.
“well it was a real good free kick” you complimented him.
visiting his family - you’ve never been to argentina before but when you’ve been their for their first time you fell in love with the people and with the food. you loved visiting his family and seeing them again after some time.
“ahh i haven’t seen you in so long” you screamed as you run to his mum in the airport.
“i missed you guys” she said as she hugged you and didn’t even wanted to let you go before she hugged Paulo.
(again i’m gonna edit this later)
also thank you so much for your kind words omg. this really means the world 💗💗💗 also thanks for requesting, i hope you like this x (i’d love to maybe do a second part of this if y'all want??)
Hi in the June spoiler vlive Young K talked about how there was a version of Letting Go which they have performed before in which his rap part was different. It's not the same as the Rebooted version as the rap on that is replaced with song so I was wondering if you know which concert he was talking about and if you know of any fancams of these performances. I've been looking but I'm not sure. Thank you!
omg i don’t know so sorry!!! i havent properly watched day6 fancams in a long time OTL if anyone knows pls help this anon out!!
You asked and you shall receive!! This is probably going to be a series so stay tuned for part 3!
AN: Thank you so much for the overwhelming support and compliments omg! Warnings: more fluff. Did you really expect no fluff from me? I also didn’t have much time to edit because I have to go to work in 30 minutes!
Though it has only been a few days since we have met, you have never left my mind’s eye. The way that your eyes light up when we touch on your favorite books leaves me breathless. The way you smile leaves me helpless. And when we touch, I feel electricity flowing through my veins. My heart longs to see you again.
While we have exchanged numerous letters to one another, would you be so kind as to allow me to see you again? I will be in town today with my mother as we need to acquire writing materials as well as food. My wish is that we could possibly meet, even if it is in secret.