crying in the chair

BTS Reaction: You Have Amnesia

@t0kistar said:

“Hello!☆ reaction, how the boys would react if you suffer from amnesia after an accident and you don’t remember them or your relationship with them. (Just thinking about how they would react destroy my heart 😢💔)”

Ahh, angsty! Here you go, love 💕 I wrote it in this format because I felt it worked best with this request. I’m sorry this took so long. Hope you enjoy! 😘


You and your boyfriend were driving down the freeway, arguing about something he had done at the party. You did’t even remember what it was he did, but you were so angry you started screaming at him.

“Will you shut up for one second!” He screamsed back while glancing at you. His eyes were off the road for only a second, but he didn’t see the other car jump the median, heading straight for you.

All you saw was a flash of headlights piercing through the darkness. Then came the high pitch screech of metal on metal, the sound of your bones breaking on impact. You didn’t have time to feel it before your head smashed against the dashboard, your airbag failing to deploy. Then the peaceful abyss of blackness overtook you.

He sustained serious injuries, but at least he woke up after surgery. You, on the other hand, were in a coma. Your surgeon said your brain swelled from the blow to your head, and it would take time for your brain to heal itself. The hardest thing for him was when he saw the massive bruising all over your face. You were barely recognizable.

Jin:

Once he’s able to walk after his injuries somewhat heal, he spends all his time at your bedside. Holding your hand, talking to you, just making sure you know he’s by your side. When you finally wake up, you let out some kind of whimper. Jin is immediately at your side, your hand in his.

“Oh, god, Princess. You’re awake,” he breathes, laying his cheek against your joined hands in relief, only for his heart to drop at your response.

“Who are you?” You recognize his voice, hearing it all day while you were in a coma, but you don’t know him. You pull your hand away, uncomfortable holding a strange man’s hand.

“I’m…I’m Jin, your boyfriend.” His voice breaks and he has to force himself take deep breaths to calm down.

You start panicking and crying, and Jin can only press the call button beside your bed and watch you at a distance, knowing any comfort he tries to give would only freak you out more. His throat aches from the effort to hold back his tears.

Once the doctor comes, Jin steps out of your room, closing the door behind him. He drops to his knees right there in the corridor, no longer able to contain his sobs. He feels his heart break, a physical ache in his chest, as his tears hit the white tiles.

Originally posted by lavender-kills

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The most unrealistic part of beauty and the beast is when belle is reading shakespeare to beast and she’s sitting down and reading it out in a soft sighing way and beast is like “ahhh so nice” everyone knows that a real lit nerd would read shakespeare by standing on a chair while screaming and crying, where is my scene where belle teaches beast how to read shakespeare but she’s yelling and beast is roaring and she’s like “GATHER STRENGTH FROM THE BUTTOCKS, CLENCH AND FEEL THE RHYTHMS IN YOUR H E A R T YOU HAVE TO SACRIFICE YOUR SOUL TO THE BARD” and beast fucking trashes the room and breaks a chair and she grabs his snarling face like “YES, YES YOU FEEL IT” and all the servants are watching in confusion while they’re screaming verses at each other saying “I guess it’s love??”

Things I Didn’t Know Were Symptoms of C-PTSD
  • Getting overwhelmed in crowds
  • Getting upset or angry at a loud alarm
  • Ordinary nightmares (that have nothing to do with the circumstances, just stupid nightmares much more often than the average person)
  • Getting sharp pains in your back/neck/collarbones that make it hard to breathe (due to hypervigilance/constant high anxiety)
  • Learning that “high anxiety” does not mean “generalized anxiety” like other people have with panic attacks and not feeling that they can accomplish thing. PTSD anxiety just means this frenetic energy that makes you want to talk/think/do things (even as an introvert) to avoid stopping.
  • Feeling constantly bored like you have to chase after something, even if you’re just at home: I spend hours on tumblr, pinterest, watching tv, reading books, making art, never just laying there alone…because if you stop…the darkness is there
  • Thinking up stories before bed. This is a symptom of high anxiety because you’re trying to calm down and fall asleep in a “safe world” where people are looking out for you and caring for you.
  • Trouble falling asleep (which is distinct from insomnia) because turning off electronics etc. doesn’t help since your heartrate/fight or flight response is engaged
  • Periods of racing heart (mine has gotten to 120bpm for five hours) that make you feel like you’re waiting for something to happen
  • Exaggerated startle response. When I was a kid I used to hide behind corners to surprise my sisters. Two years ago my friend hid under my desk to scare me. I literally screamed, fell out of the chair, and started crying. She was laughing because she thought the joke went well, and then got concerned because I kept crying.
  • Purposefully “tanking” a bad day with sad music/tv/movies/books because it “was already ruined anyway”
How can y'all be saying season 9 is bad when it's given us so much already???

- Lady Gaga as a guest judge, who came into the werkroom as a drag queen version of herself
- Lady Gaga giving the queens a crash course in Untucked
- “nina bonina fell on the sofina”
- The first queen to Shangela since Shangela (Cynthia Lee Fontaine)
- “What is a bloomer? It sounds disgusting.”
- “Stoning is for ugly girls.”
- “i’m hungry and tired and thirsty and i’m, like, having anxiety right now”
-“what’s an adjective?”
- “Eureka can you shut up for a second?”
- “You’re beautiful you’re perfect you look like Linda Evangelista you’re a model”
- Aja’s lip sync to “Holding Out for a Hero”
- Sasha and Shea eating chocolate out of a “stalk of broccoli” together
- Sasha and Shea’s subsequent friendship as a result
- “I call shade”
- “NO YOURE DONE AND IMMA TELL YOU WHY YOURE DONE”
- Nina holding her titty while Eureka and Trinity argue
- The first queen to die on-screen since Tammie Brown (Charlie Hides)
- “someone for the first time in my life told me I wore too much highlighter”
- Alexis blaming the other queens for her own bad choices
- Farrah’s crying noises
- Cynthia’s eulogy to the chair
- The first queen to be honorably discharged (Eureka)
And there’s so much more of season 9 left for even more gems like these.

(Art)ic Monkeys

Try to get rid of me in an overseas big city? We'll get rid of you instead.

(long story. tl;dr at the end)

Context:

Back in 2011 me and my immediate family traveled to Saudia Arabia for Umrah, or what’s known as the lesser pilgramage. You visit Makkah, make rounds around the Kaabah, pray with all your heart and soul, you get the picture. My dad and I were excited because we were all about going on a spiritual journey and casting away the problems of the world - but as it turns out, some problems just wouldn’t leave us.

As soon as we landed in Jeddah’s airport, our plan was to take a taxi to Makkah and get the Umrah done while we were still gung-ho about God. However, we were instead diverted to our relatives’ house in Jeddah, where we discovered that 4 or 5 of my mothers’ relatives and their families had gathered up and spontaneously crashed in my grandfather’s house for one giant family reunion. Naturally, my dad and I, as well as my maternal grandfather, were really upset over this development as my mom’s side of the family is full of … for the lack of a more polite word, the shady folks. Most of them I was on good terms with, but once I realized that my least favorite Uncle and Aunt had come with the crew, my enthusiasm just deflated like a balloon.

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He was very loud. I think the first time I got in serious trouble is when I pushed him off a chair because he wouldn’t stop crying. Then there was the time Harry actually tried to get me in trouble, when I told him WWF wrestling was all staged - he took it as a personal insult and as revenge told Mum that I was the worst thing he could think of… a drug dealer.

“No she isn’t, Harry… she’s nine”

—  Gemma about Harry
Haikyuu!! Ship headcanons

Kagehina: probably take the longest to get together. Their relationship is already so close and intimate that they never feel longing or jealousy. And they are both dumb so mistake love for INTENSE VOLLEYBALL FEELINGS. They act coupley without actually dating

Tananoya: Tanaka has it bad and is pretending the straightness to fit in. Noya is oblivious. A madcap misunderstanding leads to confession and then much affectionate dating. They lift each other a lot.

Daisuga: they are married

Ukatake: they are both afraid of the impact their relationship will have on their professions. Neither want to abandon the team, so they put aside their feelings. Eventually though, love pushes through. When a scandal would emerge, the whole team supports them, so everyone else accepts it.

Kuroken: Kuroo is playing the long game. Kenma assumes they are already dating. Help them.

Levyaku: Yaku thinks Lev is joking when he confesses and accidentally makes the tol dummy cry. Yaku insists on standing on chairs, the bed etc to kiss Lev.

Bokuaka: have been going out this whole time. Bokuto probably confessed after their third practice together (You’re tosses are great and you are really pretty!!!!) Akaashi agreed to try it out and slowly (or not so slowly) fell for the ace’s charms

Iwaoi: they are also married

how to make the fandoms cry
  • Alantutorial: How to Pick Up a Blue Chair Off the Ground 
  • Rick & Morty: ”Everything”
  • Until Dawn: “No… you’re not real! ”
  • Firewatch: “Bye, Hank”
  • MarbleHornets: “Everything is fine”
  • We Bare Bears: Burrito
  • Wreck-It Ralph: “There’s no one I’d rather be than me”
  • OFF: “Have you seen my dear brother?”
  • EverymanHybrid:  “Vinnie, you’re the only person I have”
  • Bojack Horseman: “Tell me that I’m good“
  • Over the Garden Wall: “I was never any good to him alive, either”

feel free to add

Marx: How does a poem come into being?

Sexton: Oh, that’s a terrible question! I don’t know. Sometimes you get a line, a phrase, sometimes you’re crying, or it’s the curve of the chair that hurts you and you don’t know why…what you’re doing is hunting for what you mean, what you’re trying to say.

Anne Sexton, from an interview with Patricia Marx featured in No Evil Star

Teach Me - Stuart Twombly

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Stuart Twombly/Reader

Word Count: 7399

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Mention of Oral (both receiving), Actual Oral (female receiving), Orgasm Denial, Public Sex, Hate Sex

Notes: I procrastinated a lot on this all week. So I’m sorry. But can I say I’m kind of proud about how his came out? I hope ya’ll like it. 

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BTS when they slap you: Kim Taehyung version

Sorry this took a while. I was going to put this up yesterday but shit happened and i couldn’t. hope yall don’t mind. Check out my masterlist for the rest of the members.

enJOYY


Kim Taehyung was angry. So very angry. He couldn’t choose why, though. He had so many reasons. 

Was it because of the hot weather?Was it because of the pressure of the new album? Was it because of the stress that came with his fame? Was it because of the nagging of his parents? Was it because of his fight with Jungkook? or Jimin or Yoongi? Was it because Bang-pd never seemed to pay him as much attention? Was it because of his girlfriend? because she was too nonchalant? because she wasn’t doting on him all the time like other girls did to their boyfriends? did she even like him? or was she together with him just for the fame? would she break up with him if he ever hit a financial low? 

He did not know. 

What he did subconsciously know was who he could take that anger out on without too much collateral damage. Not his parents, not his fans, not his band-mates, not his CEO…but you. You would understand, surely? He needed to vent and you were his girlfriend, right? His other half, his lover, his significant other. You loved him, right? You could take his anger for him. You would stroke his head and tell him that he could scream as much as he wanted, as long as he wanted, if it meant dissipating his frustration. The frustration that was eating him up inside. It was like at that moment, his sanity was secured inside an overinflated balloon which could burst anytime and yet, someone or the other would keep blowing air into the balloon. What could he do? He wanted so desperately for this phase to end. Nothing else covered his mind except letting his frustration out so when you entered the bighit headquarters with his take-out, he took it as the perfect opportunity. 


You loved your boyfriend. 

Granted, you were not as expressive in terms of physical affection in front of people, but that did not mean you didn’t love him. You did. You knew it, he knew it and to you, that is all that mattered. The commentary of the people surrounding the relationship was insignificant for you. You would show him love when you felt it most(which was all the time, really) but you did not deem it necessary to show it in front of people, especially keeping in mind the nature of his job. But you had noticed the shift in his behaviour in the past one month. Closed off, paranoid, stressed and angry were the words you would use to describe his behaviour now instead of adorable, alien-like, jovial, cheerful and happy. He snapped more often than not. He fought with his brother like friends. With you. There was something clearly bothering him and he either did not know how to express it or didn’t want to worry you. So you stepped out of your comfort zone and resorted to showing him how loved he was. You would steal kisses, give him back hugs, encourage him to make love (this always seemed to work the best albeit the effect did not last long) and surprise him with take outs from his favourite restaurant. That is exactly what you were doing today.  You had hurried to his workplace, the bighit headquarters, as soon as your lunch break had started in the office, knowing that he would be practicing with the boys. You had his take out in one hand and your overcoat hung around the elbow of your other arm. If the boy felt less loved, god knows that you would do anything to make him feel all the love in the world. He deserved it. 

You took large steps despite your outfit- a beige pencil skirt paired with tight maroon quarter sleeves and maroon matte pumps. The nature of your job required you to dress fashionably but formally during work hours. Being a lawyer was as much a job of appearances as it was was of immense hard work, both physical and psychological. After all, appearances have a great psychological impact, do they not? 

The corners of your mouth lifted into a light smile as you opened the doors of the practice room to find three men sprawled out on the floor out of pure exhaustion and one sitting on the corner chair; his face blank, his eyes glazed. 

Your smile changed into a worried frown as soon as you saw him. He was clearly more disturbed than usual. Had something happened? Nontheless, you forced a smile on your face as you shut the door behind you and moved towards him. He didn’t need more negativity around him. 

“Hi noona! Is that food?” Jungkook said as soon as he spotted the carry-bag in your hand. Jimin and Hoseok soon followed suit as the they got up from their positions and sat down on the floor, still lacking the energy to stand. Jungkook was young, though. He got up and in a flash he was in front of you, blocking your way and rummaging through the food- until you slapped his hands away, that is. 

“Ow! That hurt!” He pouted. 

You ruffled his hair, gave him a playful glare and said as you turned around him to go towards Taehyung, “Go fetch your own, kid.” 

“Tch, you guys are gross.” Jungkook called after you as he went back to lie down with his hyungs. 

You rolled your eyes but continued walking towards your boyfriend. 

Hope he likes what I got him. 


He knew it. He knew it for sure now. Why hadn’t he noticed it before? You had always been too friendly with the maknae, ruffling his hair and pinching his cheeks as he turned bright red. He had just not thought much of it because you were both family and you wouldn’t do that to him, right? Only now he realised how wrong he was. You were cheating on him with his brother! He grit his teeth at the thought. 

How dare you?

He looked up to take in your appearance as you stood in front of him, your coat in one arm and food in the other. He looked you up and down, the tight maroon quarter sleeves covered your torso just right, exposing the right amount of cleavage. Your pencil skirt hugged your small waist perfectly and moved down till your knees, revealing your beautiful legs. He moved his eyes back towards your face as he took in your hair and how it was open, flowing beautifully down your back in long waves. 

God, you were breathtakingly beautiful. 

He felt his anger dissipate a little as he took in your appearance, feeling himself calm down at your presence only for it to increase a hundred-fold as the image of Jungkook gripping your hair tight while he fucked you senseless made a very vivid appearance in his mind. His mind went blank and red covered his eyes as he completely tuned out your words as you set up his lunch. He pulled you up by your elbow harshly, hardly registering the shocked expression on your face, and whacked you right across your face with strength he did not know he possessed. 


You should have noticed it the moment you entered the practice room, the feral look in his eyes. Maybe you even did. But you were too blinded with hope and confidence. You thought that maybe, if you show him how much you care for him, he would slowly open up and share his problems with you. 

But you knew now, as you stood gripping the arm of the chair with one hand and your cheek with the other, with Hoseok standing in front of you, shielding you from…your boyfriend and Jimin consoling you by circling his hand on your back and whispering words in your ears that you did not hear at all, that it was a futile attempt. 

You let out shaky breaths and grit your teeth as you closed your eyes tightly to avoid thinking about anything at all. 

“___, shh, don’t cry. I’m so sorry, it’ll be okay.” Jimin repeatedly said in your ears in an effort to console you.

You eyes flew open. You were crying? You removed your hands from your cheek and the chair simultaneously as you stood up straight. Ignoring the blood on your hand, which was surely from your aching lip, you brought it just below your eyes as you felt the wetness. 

You were crying. 


It was as if the ballon had burst and in turn, flipped a switch within him. His anger had all but disappeared when he hit you. In it’s place now, was confusion. He was pushed back into the wall, away from you by Jungkook as Jimin hurried to you to see the extent of the damage. Hoseok stood in front of you facing Taehyung, acting as a shield between you and him. But why would he do that? Why would he act as a shield between you and him? He was your boyfriend, he loved you and he had hit-

Taehyung’s heart dropped as he realised why Hoseok stood between you and him. 

He had hit you.

“You bastard, how dare you hit a woman?” Hoseok growled under his breath. 

Taehyung tried to back away but Jungkook held him in place staring at him with a scandalized expression on his face. “Hyung..w-why?” 

Taehyung looked down at his hands with widened eyes as he tried to remember what had gotten him so angry in the first place. Was it something about you and Jungkook or you and Jimin? He couldn’t remember. It was absurd no matter how many times he thought about it. You could never cheat on him. You loved him, he knew it. He closed his eyes as the tears made their way down his face. Suddenly, he felt drained of all energy. It was as if he had been feeling too much lately and he was tired of all the emotions. His back touched the wall and he slid down until he was sitting on the floor, not caring about the tears staining his practice clothes. 

“It’s okay Jimin, I’m fine. I’m leaving.” 

Taehyung’s energy made a shocking appearance as his eyes flew open at your broken announcement and with the speed of a bullet train, he rushed forward and grabbed your hand. 

“___, wh-where are you going? Co-come with me, okay? I’m really sor-” 

He was interrupted when you put your right hand up, silencing him. 

“Kim Taehyung.” Your eyes were red as you looked right at him. holding yourself together somehow. “We are done. I’ll have moved out by the time you reach home.” And you yanked your hands out of his grip and left the room in the big, long strides you had come in. 

Taehyung just stood there in shock. It was as if a thousand bricks had been cemented around his legs and the power of moving his hands and legs had all but abandoned him. He watched you, as you left the building, got in your car and drove away, leaving him for good. 

Only then, did he find the strength to turn around in desperation, to his hyung. He stumbled towards Hoseok, eyes flooding with tears as he held on to his hyung’s t-shirt and sobbed in his chest. 

“Hy-hyung..what do I do? I-I can’t live without her. P-Please hyung, do something! PLEASE!” 

Hoseok removed Taehyung’s grip from his t-shirt as he said the words Taehyung feared the most. 

“There’s nothing to be done, Taehyung-ah. You hit your own girl. She’s not coming back and dare I say…you deserve it.” 



so that’s it. I’ve left an open ending for reasons I do not know, it just felt right. hope everyone enjoys reading this. Hoseok version will come up next- when, I do not know. I will repeat this again, it is never ever okay to hit someone. For anyone who is in an abusive relationship, I am so sorry. I hope you can come out of it and I hope you get all the happiness in the world because you deserve it.  

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

much love, 

Inferno-loop

Teacher || Min Yoongi

Originally posted by relationshipwithbts

Word Count: 1.8k

Genre: Fluff


“Sangwoo, can you come here for a second?” The boy looked up from where he was drawing in the back of the class and locked eyes with you. He was sat alone in the corner, away from the other kids and it broke your heart to see him like this. Sangwoo was usually active with the other kids and used to always participate in class, but lately he had been pulling away from everyone.

The boy cleaned up the items he had been using and he slowly got up from where he was sitting. The sluggish movements of the six year old worried you and a frown came across you face. His eyes seemed to be locked on the ground as he walked towards you, not wanting to make eye contact. The action seemed to be his way of hiding from you and you sighed, slowly crouching down to his height.

“Sangwoo, do you have something you want to tell teacher about?” You asked. You hoped the words would be enough encouragement for the boy to speak but the words he said weren’t the ones you had been looking for. You became even more worried as you heard the words that left his mouth and you wondered if something was going on at home.

“I’m not in trouble, am I?” Sangwoo questioned. His tone made your heart clench and you quickly shook your head, cancelling all fears of his. He seemed to calm down a little bit at the fact that he wasn’t in trouble.

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Alrighty, this is the same parrot as the previous post.

It is important to have a comfy chair, as after a long day one might wanna sprawl somewhere like in a magazine shoot. No? Just him? Oh well.
(He’s pretending to be doing it casually. Ladies.)

There’s also the questions regarding the thing that won’t be mentioned here… but does anyone remember when exactly in appeared onboard, insisting that it’s a parrot- and the captain was okay with that (Or is it because owning weird creatures is a good start if you wanna be the very best, like no one ever was)? And how can it speak so many languages?…

It’s worth noting that on the sketch he was fully clothed. But removing his shirt somehow improved it. Go figure.

And everything takes place in a Baroque-styled voidship.

Not My Girl (Jeff Atkins x Reader)

Originally posted by cynicalsunset

Word count: ~3,930 

Request: Anon- Jeff request please! “She’s not my girl”, could you make it like something reader overheard? For example she passes her friends, the jocks, on the way to class. But not before she heard Justin say something like, “look Atkins, it’s your girl” And she get’s upset because they’re not dating, but they’re not not-dating either. And she’s upset and mad at school, but he’s her ride home. Then in the car, could reader be petty at first like Jeff asking, bad day at school/practice? And she’s like nope! And he puts his hand on her thigh when he’s driving as she pulls away so he’s like “oh so you’re mad at me?” And he won’t leave until she tells him. 

Warnings: None I don’t think. A little swearing, Justin being kinda pervy, Jeff being too adorable for words. I think that’s it. 

A/N. Thanks for the request! I’m sorry this took me so long, but I loved writing this one :) I summarized the request, but I feel like I got the gist. I should be answering requests a little more frequently now that I’m getting back in the flow so feel free to keep sending them in. Alright guys, you ready? Enjoy!


(Y/n) hummed to herself as she walked down the hallways, practically skipping as she made her way towards her second period class, weaving through the crowded hallways that usually angered her without a care in the world. She had crashed at Jeff’s last night, after a Fast and Furious marathon had run late, and had skipped first to go home and shower. She had been thinking about skipping the whole day, but she had a chem test in third and couldn’t afford to miss it.

Even the thought of covalent bonds couldn’t dampen her good mood. Things had finally happened between her and Jeff last night. The movie marathon had begun as a friend thing, with Clay, Hannah, and Tony over as well to spend the rainy day watching television and hanging out. As the day had changed to night, first Tony, then Hannah and Clay had excused themselves to finish the last of their weekend homework and get to bed early, leaving (y/n) alone with Jeff. He had merely shrugged once the others had left, flashed a breathtaking smile, and asked if she wanted pizza or chinese for dinner.

The two had been casual friends forever, the way kids in small towns all knew each other, but over the last few months (y/n) had noticed things start to change between her and Jeff. He was no longer the awkward, gangly kid with braces who collected baseball cards, and she was pretty sure he had felt the shift too. Suddenly there was a lot more touching, a lot more teasing, late nights spent texting and lunch periods spent sharing inside jokes. It was amazing. Everyone else had begun to notice too, teasing the both of them about the flirting and the ‘eye sex’, which they both resolutely denied. If anyone asked, they were just friends. But obviously (y/n) wanted more. And she was sure Jeff did too.

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anonymous asked:

bts when they accidently slap you


babe I don’t know how accidentally slapping someone works ( i mean you either slap them or you don’t) so I am going to make it a slap out of anger

Also, right now I’m doing only Jin, Rapmon and yoongi, maknae line and jho(p)e will follow soon. I hope that won’t be a problem! Thank you for requesting! 💜

***********PLEASE SEND IN REQUESTS, I”M AN OLDIE WHO IS RUNNING OUT OF IDEAS


JIN

You would be arguing about something stupid and Jin would be shouting on the top of his voice, telling you to get your shit together. You could tell he was really angry. You had observed that he had been losing his temper at the drop of a hat, the past few days, but listening to him screaming at you would make you angry as well. 
“What’s gotten into you, Jin? Why the fuck do you have to be so angry all the fucking time? Stop behaving like a fucking lunatic-”

The crack of skin contacting skin echoed off the walls. He had slapped you. 

Immediately, after releasing all of his tension in that act, he would stare at you wide eyed. You would have your hand on your cheek, equally shocked. 

“I’m sorry, y/n I just-I didn’t want to-please oh god I am so sorry” He would try to come closer to you in an effort to comfort you but you would flinch and back off, eyes red-angry, tearful and betrayed-, you would look at him, tears now freely falling. 

“You shouldn’t have done that.” you would say, taking your bag and leaving the apartment, leaving behind a crying Jin. 

NAMJOON

Namjoon would barge into your room, picking you up from your bed, violently yanking on your hand. He would drag you out to the dining room-despite your strong protest at the way he was treating you-and there you would see his bratty female friend sitting on one of the chairs, crying her eyes out. 

“What the fuck, Kim Namjoon?” You would ask him, yanking your arm out of his grip.

“How dare you, y/n? I knew you could be crazy but this is just crossing all the fucking limits. How could you bully her?” 

You stood in shock. YOU…bullying HER

“What the fuck are you talking about? Why would I do that?”

“She told me, she showed me the marks. You hit her. What the fuck y/n? How could you?” 

You looked at his friend, sitting behind him giving you a smirk and all you could see was red. 

“Get the fuck out of my house, you lying bitch.” You would start towards her when Namjoon would forcefully turn you towards him and slap you across your cheek. 

A sharp pain would hit you, leaving a throbbing sensation in your cheek. 

“Did you just fucking slap me?” You would say through the angry tears. 

“Yah namjoon-ah, i was just kidding..you went too far.” His friend would stand up out of fear and mild nervousness and just take her leave.

“Y/n…”

“Save it. I’m leaving.” 

“no..no please, no no, I am so sorry. I thought you were going to hit her- and I just lost it- oh god I didn’t know she was lying-yah y/n please don’t leave. Please baby, I’m so sorry.” He would try to stop you from leaving but you had already packed your stuff and walked out of the apartment before he could finish whatever explanation he was giving you. 


MIN YOONGI


He would be furious, blaming you for throwing some of his important work away. This would just be a stimulus to an already irritated Yoongi. He would be exhausted and frustrated by the sheer amount of work and even though you will have thrown out nothing, he would take this as an opportunity to release all his anger. 

“You threw out my things didn’t you? When the fuck will you grow up?” Yoongi would step into the kitchen, where you were making yourself and him some sandwiches. You would turn around to look at him with your eyebrows raised, giving him an uncomfortable smile, trying to calm him down. You knew how exhausted he was. 

“I didn’t throw out anything, love.” you would step towards him.

Shut the fuck up. You have been really annoying lately, you know that? The stuff you fucking threw out was my production work. I had to submit it tomorrow, do you fucking understand what that means?”

You tried to control your anger, remaining calm and maintaining an indifferent expression towards his hurtful words. 

“Honey, I did not throw anything out, okay? Just check around. You’ll find it.” 

“I DON’T HAVE THE FUCKING TIME TO CHECK AROUND!” He roared and you took a slight step backwards because you were startled. You had never seen him like this. 

“What’s wrong, Yoongi? Are you okay?” You would ask him slightly concerned at his outburst. 

He would look at you with red eyes, “Do I look like I’m fucking okay, you bitch?” 

You would stand there with your mouth open. “What the fuck did you just call  me?” 

“A bitch. That’s what you are. Why the fuck are we together? You threw out my stuff and now you’re acting like an innocent fuck who doesn’t know what’s happening.” He would be on a roll, enraged. “You probably don’t have to work this hard because I’m rich and your boss is all over you but I WORKED DAY IN AND DAY OUT TO MAKE THAT SHIT!” Yoongi would shout as he came closer to you. 

“MIN YOONGI, THAT’S ENOUGH!” You would shout back, holding your ground as he stood only half a hand away from you. “All this for a fucking music sheet, that I didn’t even throw out? Please stop-” 

Rage boiled through Yoongi’s body as he tuned you out. He barely had a chance to think of his actions as he threw his hand forward as hard as he could, whipping it across your face. The sound resonated off the walls of the apartment.  You could feel the vibration of his hit and pain spread across the left side of you face. His palm was bright red, the same red mark that matched the one on your face. You stared at him with your eyes wide as your hand slowly made it to your fire red cheek. 

Yoongi looked at you with wide eyes, realizing what he had done. He stumbled forwards, his expression blank but eyes leaking tears. He had hit you.

“Y/n..I..oh god what have I done” He would come forward to hug you but you would push him back.

“Don’t you dare touch me, you bastard.” 

You would immediately walk past him but he would yank you back and hug you from behind, putting his face in the crook of your neck, holding on to you for dear life. “NO! No..no don’t leave me please-I didn’t mean to do that-i just-i was so angry-baby I am so sorry. Hey-please, y/n don’t leave me please”

You would stand in his desperate embrace for a minute, your own tears now falling rapidly, and then you would forcefully pry his hands off and walk out without saying a word, leaving Yoongi on his knees, crying out for you. 

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WHOO that was…really angsty. *THIS IS NOT EDITED*

Just a little note: There is no way in which hitting your partner can be justified. Never EVER EVER stand for it. Stay blessed my babies. 

Much love,

Inferno-loop