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analienanimeaficionado  asked:

Hello! I really like your blog and was wondering how RFA+Saeran+V would react when they meet MC for the 1st time and realizing that MC is much shorter and younger looking than expected. I was wondering since I'm a 19 yr old girl, 4'11", and get told often that I look 12 and am still given kiddie menus at restaurants lol. You don't have to respond, I just thought this would be a funny scenario since some characters are really tall, thank you!


Haha, some of them would have a huge difference! Hope you like these~


Zen:

  • This man is really tall
  • When he first met, he kind of looked over your head trying to find you in a crowd
  • He wasn’t taken very aback by your height
  • He think you’re cute being so tiny
  • But you do look very young which could cause trouble if he’s not careful
  • He’s very protective of you with the press, since he doesn’t want you caught up in drama
  • If you try to look a little taller, he’ll give you his opinion on different heels
  • Listens to your rants when others mistake your age
  • Sometimes he’ll take selfies to tease you, since you always end up cut off at first
  • You always have to stand on a table or something
  • Eventually, he just memorizes one specific angles so you can take it together
  • He won’t tease you if you can’t reach things though
  • He’ll get whatever you need, and even shifts things around in his house so you don’t feel bad

Yoosung:

  • He’s used to being the shortest in his group of friends
  • He’s still growing though
  • If you feel really insecure about your height, he’ll try to cheer you up
  • “Maybe you’re still growing, like me!”
  • He secretly loves it when you wear oversized sweaters
  • The sweater paws make you look like a cute puppy
  • He likes to give you piggy back rides if you’re tired or want to see over a crowd
  • Your baby face doesn’t faze him that much
  • But if someone else says something to you, he’ll defend you
  • You both have a perfect height difference
  • He can easily rest his arm around you and you fit perfectly against his side
  • Loves to hug you from behind a lot

Jaehee:

  • She’s an average height, but still pretty small
  • You guys aren’t that far off which means she has a shopping buddy
  • You and her start going shopping for heels every other week
  • You both fit each other’s clothes decently
  • Hers is a little big on you, but no big deal
  • You actually like wearing her clothes, because you look a lot more mature
  • Her style rubs off on you
  • You look like a child next to her a lot with your baby face
  • She also helps with that since she gives you tips on make up
  • Either way, she doesn’t care how you look
  • Your age is reflected in how you act, and she thinks you’re very wise and caring

Jumin:

  • Talk about height difference
  • He thought you were cute in the chats in the way you talked and acted
  • But seeing you in person, you were so tiny and adorable to him
  • Like with Zen, he was worried you might get caught up in some scandal because you two looked years apart
  • But with his cautious nature and  the fact that the body guards basically hid you, there were no issues
  • He can tell when you’re feeling insecure about your height
  • On those bad days, you’ll end up finding a new pair of heels in your closet
  • Likes to find creative ways to kiss you smoothly
  • He’ll lean down asking you to fix his tie and then just steal a kiss
  • You like it when you’re sitting on one of those tall chairs
  • For once, you can easily kiss or hug him without straining on your toes
  • He makes sure there’s small step stools in every room, just in case you need things from the top shelves
  • You can’t tell whether you find it sweet or not…


Seven:

  • He figured you were pretty tiny from your background info
  • But for some reason, in person you just seemed so much smaller
  • He actually loves teasing you about it
  • When you reacted negatively to the short jokes, he kinda stopped
  • Still got you in more subtle ways
  • Rests his arm on your head you might have almost killed him
  • Purposely holds things out of reach
  • But he’s still pretty considerate when you can’t reach things in the kitchen or dining room
  • Cuddling is really nice though
  • He’ll come up behind you when you’re sitting on floor and just envelop you in his arms and a blanket
  • One time, you were given a kids menu at a restaurant
  • He was suppressing his laughter when you were trying to explain to the embarrassed waiter
  • But you both colored with the crayons anyway

Saeran:

  • You once told him off for not taking care of himself
  • And he just casually commented
  • “What do know? Aren’t you like 12?”
  • You released some wrath on him until you found out he legit thought you were 12
  • He treated you like a normal adult after that
  • He makes references to your height, but not in a joking way
  • At least, that’s what he says…you never see the smirk he gives after you struggle
  • He’ll unconsciously pat your head as he walks by
  • The worst is when you two are walking
  • It’s so hard to keep up with his long strides
  • Whenever you’re on your tippy toes trying to reach something, he just gets it for you after watching you for a few minutes
  • Mutters “cute” but you never hear it

V:

  • He can’t see very well when you first meet
  • When he moves to place a hand on your shoulder, he accidentally places it on your head
  • He apologizes for it profusely
  • Loves it when you hug him
  • He likes the feeling of your tiny arms around his torso
  • Also likes picking you up and spinning you around if you haven’t seen each other in awhile
  • He usually interrupts people if they start to make a joke about your height or something
  • He actually never realized you had a baby face
  • He was so accustomed to hearing your voice
  • Normally, you two talked about deep things, so he could tell your maturity level
  • Makes up cute nicknames referring to your height

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A fallen bookmark on a Thursday afternoon

Pairing: Jungkook | Reader
Genre: ANGST, Fluff and soft Smut
Word Count: 19k




He came to you like the air comes into the train station after the fast arriving of the machine.

It comes fast and unexpected, making you hoist your head to look at the long vehicle and the people inside. It is so fast you can’t even distinguish the different wagons.

As the train comes to a stop, the wind that it creates plays with your hair, leaving you breathless.

That’s how Jeon Jungkook came into your life.

***

“I’m so done with this shit,” Paula complained as you climbed down the escalator. “I don’t have enough time for anything.”

You smiled as you adjusted your backpack.

Paula and Rachel were one of your best friends at University. The three of you had a lot in common and you always found something to gossip or laugh about. Since you met them the first day of uni, two years ago, you knew you were going to love them. And you did.

“Teachers suck,” Rae complained, sighing and turning left to go to the platform where you had to take the train. “They think we don’t have anything to do besides their own subject.”

“Yeah, they tend to forget about the fact that we have another four fucking subjects,” you laughed, making Paula and Rae laugh too.

You remember feeling happy that afternoon, despite the huge amount of studying you had to do when you would arrive home. Maybe it was because you had started your practices at the hospital as a nurse that week, or maybe it was because of the incredible view you had of the majestic business towers of the centre of Seoul from the train station. Maybe you were happy because you were with your two friends laughing and venting about the teachers. Maybe you were just happy.

As the train made its entrance into the station you remember hearing a loud noise, basically because it made you jump in your feet.

“What the fuck?” your murmured, bringing a hand over your chest, where your heart was beating rapidly.

You turned around to search for the origin of the noise as the wild wind the train created played with your hair, making it fly all over the place.

When you managed to put back your rebel strands of hair into place, your eyes landed on the source of the noise. The loud sound had been made by the hard wheels of a skate making contact with the ground. Your eyes slowly travelled from the wheels of the skate up to the boy who was on top of it. His eyes were fixed on his mobile phone, engrossed in the music that was playing through his headphones.

You were left breathless as the boy with dark brown hair passed by your side, creating a new wave of wind that made your hair fly again.

“Y/N?” Paula asked, waving a hand in front of you.

You snapped and tore your eyes away from the boy, who had stopped a few metres away and had planted a feet on the skate so it would flip upwards and magically land into his hands.

“Hmh, what?” you asked, bating your eyes innocently, waiting for the people to get off the train so you could get in. Your cheeks turned red as you saw your two friends looking at you. “What?”

“And I thought I was the indiscreet one,” Rae laughed.

You blushed even more when you realised that you hadn’t torn your eyes away from the skater boy for nearly an entire minute, your eyes cautiously following his every move.

“I heard a loud noise and I got scared, okay?” you tried to cover yourself up.

“Oh, c'mon Y/N. Don’t lie to us, you were eating the boy with your eyes.” Paula laughed as you stepped into the wagon.

You softly punched her arm. “Like you didn’t get scared because of the noise.”

“I did, but I didn’t checked the boy as if my life depended on it.” Paula said, laughing again at you. You took a seat, reminding yourself to be more discreet the next time.

“I promise I didn’t do it on purpose, I wasn’t even aware that I was looking at the boy like that,” you finally said, knowing that your two friends wouldn’t stop teasing you until you recognised it.

“I don’t blame you, the boy was hot,” Rae said, shrugging.

“Speaking of the devil…” Paula said, wiggling her brows, indicating you to look forward.

And when you did, you blushed again, your eyes meeting the boy’s for the first time as he took a seat a couple of seats away.

For the second time that day, you were left breathless as you felt yourself falling into the depth of his black eyes.

“You’re looking at him like that again,” Rae laughed.

“Oh shit,” you said, tearing your gaze away, even though you knew the boy had caught you red handed. Well, he was staring too.

That scene repeated almost every Thursday since then.

You’d be in the station, waiting with Rae and Paula for the train to arrive when you would hear a loud noise. But you wouldn’t get scared anymore, since you already knew where the noise was coming from - from the hard wheels of the boy’s skate colliding with the ground. You’d look at him and he would pass looking at his phone, sometimes with a small smile drawn on his lips, letting you know you had been caught red handed - again. Paula and Rae would tease you as you stepped into the train and would tease you even more when the boy took his usual seat a couple of seats away from yours, always facing you.

He would step off the train at the same stop you did, and then he would take the same bus you took. He only lived a couple of blocks away, but you had never seen him, and you never saw him apart from Thursday’s afternoons.


That Thursday afternoon you were exhausted. You had had a really tough day at the hospital. As an intern you simply had to draw blood or place IVs, but it wasn’t that easy, especially with the older ones.  Just before your turn ended that day, an old woman who had fallen from a chair had arrived to the emergency floor, you were the only intern who was available in that moment, so you told Rae and Paula to go home and not wait for you. When you were going to place the IV into the woman’s arm, she started moving and tossing around, telling you that she didn’t want an intern to place her IV. As she was moving, the needle poked her arm and blood started coming out like crazy. The woman started crying, you started crying, the nurse started shouting… It was a complete chaos. Finally, she placed the woman’s IV and sent you home with a scolding face.

More than being disappointed… You were scared. Scared that maybe being a nurse wasn’t your thing. But you had drawn blood before, and you had placed more than five IVs, why did an accident have to determinate how good or bad as a nurse you were?

You were so stuck into your own world, you even forgot what day it was. So when you heard the loud sound of the train entering the station mixed with the sound of hard wheels colliding with hard pavement, you didn’t even flinch.

Instead, you kept reading your book and walked closer to the train.

“Hey,” you heard a voice say from behind you, but you kept reading and waiting for the doors to open.

“My parents danced together, her head on his chest. Both had their eyes closed. They seemed so perfectly content. If you can find someone like that, someone who you can hold and close your eyes to the world with, then you’re lucky. Even if it only lasts for a minute or a day. The image of them gently swaying to the music is how I picture love in my mind even after all these years.”  You smiled whilere reading one of your favourite parts from The Name of The Wind by Patrick Rothfuss.

“Hey, sorry,” the voice said again, this time closer to you, so you lifted your gaze up from the book and found a couple of dark, doe eyes. “I think you dropped this.”

You gasped before you could do anything.

There you had it, the skater boy close to you, looking at you, speaking to you, waiting for you to answer him. You snapped when the boy started laughing while he shook something in front of your face.

“This, I think it’s yours,” he said, the bunny-like smile never leaving his face.

You blushed, realizing that once again you were staring at him, your feet glued to the floor and your mouth hanging open. You cleared your throat before quickly composing yourself and looking at the small object the boy was shaking.

“Oh,” you said, softly picking the item from his hands, careful not to touch him if you didn’t want to die there and then. It was your bookmark. “Oh, yes, thanks.”

You smiled at him, not even daring to look him after what had happened. You stepped into the train, taking your usual seat by the window, not wanting to look back and find the boy laughing at you. How could you be so stupid. You had stared at him like you were some silly teenager staring at her crush.

You faced palmed yourself thinking that the boy would sit on his usual seat instead of sitting right in front of you. If you thought your cheeks couldn’t get any redder or hotter, you were wrong.

Mortified, you looked at the boy as he looked back at you, his smile still drawn in his lips.

“So you like The Name of The Wind?” he asked.

Your head was spinning , your brain screaming, and you… You just couldn’t believe what was happening. You turned your head to see if he was talking to somebody else, but when the train started again you saw nobody was behind you because behind you was the end of the wagon. Great, Y/N, just fucking great. You’re embarrassing yourself in front of the boy you have been crushing on for the past two months.

“Sorry I… I just…” you stuttered, looking even more ridiculous as your eyes landed on the boy’s again. You had always been a shy and quiet girl around people you didn’t know, and even more around boys. An even more around boys you liked! Can you even like a stranger? “I like The Name of The Wind, yes.”

You decided that taking a deep breath and trying to calm yourself down would be the best option. The soft smile the boy dedicated you afterward was so sweet you felt a little bit more relaxed around him.

“You have a good taste then,” he said. His voice was as soft as his smile. As soft as the curve of his nose. As soft as his dark, doe eyes.

“Thanks, I guess…” you murmured. You bite your lower lip, trying not to say something that would embarrass yourself even more. Maybe the boy was just being polite towards you and didn’t want to start a conversation.

“Have you read the second one?” he asked, surprising you.

“Er… Yeah, I’m just rereading it because I feel like I forget important things about it,” you said, still a bit surprised that the boy still wanted to talk to you.

Maybe he was just bored because his phone had run out of charge and he couldn’t listen to music so he was talking to you instead. Maybe he was just playing with you because he knew how you looked at him. Maybe he was pranking you. Maybe Rae and Paula have paid him so he would finally speak to me. Maybe you’re just being paranoid Y/N.

“Oh, now that you say it, I have forgotten a lot of things about it too. I should reread it too,” he simply said. He didn’t seem like one of those boys to play with girls… But then again, he was just a stranger to you.

“So you have read it too?” you asked.

“Yeah, and the second one too. I’m just waiting for the author to finish the third one,” he shrugged and set the skate between his legs.

“That’s why I am rereading it. I want to remember everything when the third one comes out,” you didn’t expect him to like that kind of books, but then again, he was just a stranger to you.

“Huf…” he said, accommodating himself on his seat, making your knees brush against each other. You readjusted yourself too so your knees wouldn’t touch, which he noticed. He smiled again. “He has been ‘writing’ it for six years now, I don’t think I’ll get to read it,” he said, making quotation marks with his fingers as he said “writing”.

You laughed a bit.“Maybe when he finally publish it we won’t be able to read it because books won’t exist anymore, because we’ll be in year 2060 and we’ll have microchips that will insert the words in our heads instead of books,” as soon as the words left your lips, you face palmed yourself again. This time mentally, of course. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you, it wa-”

“Oh my God!” he interrupted you, making you blush when he started laughing. “I’m so happy I’m not the only one that thinks like that!”

“What?” you asked, frowning. Were you hearing alright? Were you dreaming? He had to be a weirdo, because had he been a normal boy, he would have already run away. Even if the train was still in motion.

“I thought I was the only one who thought that in less than fifty years there won’t be any trees left and we will have to use microchips instead of books,” he simply said, as if it wasn’t weird at all.

“You’re pulling my leg, right?” you breathed, making the boy go serious.

“No, why? Are you?” he asked.

“No, not at all,” you blinked a few times, hoping you hadn’t offended him. “I have a lot of weird theories about the future.”

“Cool, because I have a lot of weird theories about the future too,” the boy smiled again and you relaxed.

Suddenly, neither of you knew what to say and you stared at the window, not knowing if the conversation had came to its end or not. You didn’t even have time to open your mouth again.

“I’m Jungkook, by the way,” he said, quickly offering you his hand.

Not knowing what else to do, you awkwardly shook his hand. “Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you Y/N,” he smiled. “I see you every Thursday here.”

And that’s how your friendship with Jungkook started, over a fallen bookmark and The Name of The Wind. Just as fast as a train enters into its station.


“He did what?!” Paula exclaimed, clapping her hands while laughing. You looked at Rae, she hadn’t said anything because her mouth was hanging open.

Blushing, you softly pushed Rae’s chin so her mouth wouldn’t be open anymore.

“Calm your tits, he just gave me my bookmark,” you said, hoping he wouldn’t be in that same wagon. But it was Friday, and you never saw him unless it was Thursday.

“Yes! He gave you your bookmark and after you embarrassed yourself in front of him, he still sat in front of you and spoke to you for the rest of the way home,” Paula said, still shocked about what you had told them.

“The skater boy talked to you?!” Rae said, leaving her trance behind.

“I’m shocked too, okay?” you said, shaking your head and caressing the hard cover of the book you were holding in your hands: The Name of The Wind.

“I can’t believe you, he’s so hot,” Paula exclaimed, making you shush her. If they kept speaking in that loud tone, even Jungkook would hear your conversation - and he wasn’t even in that train.

“What? I know I’m not the most beautiful girl in the planet, but…” you began to say, a bit offended by your friends words.

Of course you knew how the World span, how it worked. Boys like him didn’t like girls like you. You didn’t stand out in the middle of a crowd, while he stood out everywhere he went. You were in the ordinary side, while he was in the extraordinary. You were one more straw in the middle of the hay loft, while Jungkook was the needle. So hard to find, but once you did, you could only see him in between thousands straws.

“No, that’s not what we’re saying, don’t be stupid,” Rae said as she nudged Paula on her side. “It just seems taken out of a fanfic or some romantic as fuck novel.”

“I wished a boy as hot as…” Paula said, trying to remember the boy’s name.

“Jungkook,” you smiled, liking how easily his name rolled out off your tongue.

“Well, I wished a boy as hot as Jungkook would talk to me,” she said.

They started to talk about how lucky you were and how hot Jungkook was, with his skate and his long bangs nearly covering his eyes and giving him a mysterious look.  How could your stomach churn every time they mentioned him? You had only spoken to him once, why where you willing to speak with him a second time?

“Stop girls, don’t get my hopes high,” you said as your stop finally came. “I have only spoken with him once, and we didn’t even exchange our phone numbers. Maybe he was just being polite with me and really thought I was crazy.”

She told you that you were being negative and that getting your hopes high wasn’t a bad thing at all. You doubted that last part as you stepped out of the train on your own. Of course getting your hopes high was a bad thing. You had heard before that hope is one of the most dangerous weapons the human being possesses, it can destroy cities, countries, it can destroy people.


When the next Thursday came you felt anxious waiting for the train. Paula and Rae were chatting animatedly, as always. You’d usually join them, but that day you were so nervous that  you couldn’t do anything but look towards the stairs from where you knew the loud noise of hard wheels making contact with the ground would come.

You felt a bit stupid as the train entered into the station and the skater boy was nowhere to be seen. You had even applied mascara that day in case you saw Jungkook and he spoke to you again. You had put on your favourite boyfriend jeans and your baby blue shirt. You had even painted your lips in a burgundy colour! You didn’t look like you were trying to impress anyone, but you looked more feminine than you usually did an you felt dumb for trying to look pretty for a boy you didn’t even know.

“Stop looking at the stairs,” Rae whispered. “He’ll appear, he has a pending conversation with you.”

You shook your head as you walked towards the wagon’s door, tearing your gaze away from the stairs.

“He doesn’t have any pending conversation with anyone,” you huffed, stepping into the train followed by your friends. What if he was avoiding you because he really thought you were weird?

“Oh, c'mon Y/N,” Paula protested, sitting in your usual seats. “The boy spoke to you, he approached to you. There are two options. One: he really likes you and just wants to get to know you; or two: the boy liked you but you scared him with your stupid conversation about conspiracy theories.”

“Hey!” you whined, cheering up a bit. “My conspiracy theories are actually interesting to hear, but you never listen when I tell you about them.”

Just then the doors started closing and your heart speed increased as you heard the familiar sound. When you turned your head you saw a boy running towards the wagon’s doors and stepping inside at the last minute.

He caught his breath and pushed softly his dark bangs aside.

When he lifted his gaze, his eyes found yours and you immediately blushed, but instead of just looking towards you and then going to his usual seat as he always did, he smiled towards you and started approaching you.

“Tell me you are seeing it too, Paula,” Rae whispered.

“Yep, I’m seeing it,” Paula said too, both of them observing every single movement the boy made.

You didn’t know who was more breathless; Jungkook, from running towards the train, or you, because that same boy was now seating just next to you and his dark, warm eyes were burning into yours.

“Hi,” he timidly said, smiling at you. His bunny-like smile made him appear so innocent, almost like a little kid.

“Hey,” you said, almost sounding bored. Oh, you wanted to face palm yourself again. “I thought you weren’t going to make it,” you joked, trying to change the awkward atmosphere a bit, just making it even more uncomfortable as you heard Paula and Rae’s sighs.

I’m not good with boys, okay?! was what you were whiling to shout.

“Yeah?” he laughed, as he laughed every time you said something a bit dumb. “I thought so too.”

You smiled and then looked at your friends, who were looking at the boy with curious eyes.

“I’m Jungkook,” he said, introducing himself and leaving the three of you speechless.

Your friends said hi to him and introduced themselves too. The rest of the route was spent talking with Rae, Paula and Jungkook. About university, about anything and everything at the same time. But finally, yours and Jungkook’s stop came. You waved goodbye to your friends and prayed so Jungkook hadn’t seen your friends winking towards you and wiggling her brows.

“Oh, I forgot,” he said, opening his backpack and took something out of it. “I started reading it too.”

He handed you a damaged-looking copy of The Name of The Wind. Its cover was hard, just like yours, but it was filled with small scratches and cuts. You thought about his beautiful hands caressing the cover, his curious eyes wandering around the book’s pages, soaking every little word in.

“It seems like you take good care of it,” you joked, glancing through the different pages and seeing that there were some small drawings and notes in some of them. “You mark your favourite parts?”

“Yes, I try to mark the most important parts so, whenever I feel like I forget something important, I can easily find it,” he said as he observed your hands delicately caressing the pages.

“I wish I was like that too, but I’m too lazy to always carry a pen with me every time I read something,” you gave him back his book. “I’m glad I made you reread it again.”

He just drew a small smile on his lips as he put the book into his backpack again. He didn’t even need to show you his white teeth or his bunny smile, all he needed to do was look at you with those black eyes.

If someone asked you what was the thing that had attracted your attention the most about Jeon Jungkook, your answer would always be the same: his eyes, adding later how much life they held and how he could speak through them.


Jungkook and his bright personality slipped through your bones and into your soul as fast as the cold slipped through the warm days and cool nights, leading to freezing days and even colder nights.

At first it was just his “mysterious boy” look, then it was his eyes, his personality, his strange laugh, the small crinkles that appeared next to his eyes every time he laughed so hard he had to grab his stomach so it wouldn’t hurt anymore. His bunny smile, the small mole he had under his lower lip, his beautiful hands and how they got red from the cold wind. The small puffs of white air that slipped through his lips every time he spoke as you waited for the train to arrive.

It was everything, from the way he appeared on his skate into the station, to the way he cracked up every time he scared you, making you jump when he suddenly appeared next to you.

From the way he made you laugh with every single dumb thing he said or did, to the silly way in which he waved towards you each time you said goodbye to each other every single Thursday.

Paula and Rae told you that they had to stay a bit longer at the hospital, but you knew they just waited until you were gone so they could take the train after yours and you could be alone with Jungkook. The next day, they would bombard you with questions.

He became your best friend, someone you could trust and tell everything. He knew when something was wrong just by looking at you and he wouldn’t stop asking until you told him what was wrong, whether it was something about university, about the hospital or about your family. You could tell him about it, and in return you’d get that beautiful bunny smile and the best funny story you had ever heard. He always knew how to cheer you up. He trusted you too, in fact, he trusted you like he had never trusted nobody.

Just his way of showing you was different from yours.

He didn’t speak too much about him, you just knew the basics. He had an older brother and lived with his parents. Every single Thursday he met with his group of friends at the basketball court that was in the sports centre near the hospital. He loved reading good books, drinking crappy coffee, listening to good sad music and he loved his skate.

You loved when you spent your route laughing and talking about stupid things, making everyone around you look at you, that young couple in the back that were always making noise and being loud.

You loved when you spent all your route speaking, opening yourselves towards each other. Speaking about life and more important things like time, dreams, imagination, happiness, about the future and what you hoped of it… Even thought Jungkook always said that he lived in the present, and he never thought about the future, you could see the spark of young dreams every time you spoke about that topic.

But the routes you loved the most where the ones where you and Jungkook would just sit next to each other in silence, your eyes, mind and soul immerse in some book one of you had recommended the other. The one who had recommended it; rereading it, while the other read it for the first time. You would read it, taking notes in the pages you had loved the most and the next Thursday you’d share them with each other, explaining the meaning you had found behind the author’s words.

Suddenly, Autumn was long gone, and Christmas lights were hung all over the city. You could hear Christmas carols everywhere and see Christmas trees decorating the cold Seoul’s streets. Suddenly snow started falling replacing the forgotten orange, Autumn leaves.
Suddenly Winter came and the holidays came with it. You were having Christmas dinner with your family and going to Rae’s party on New Year’s Eve. Suddenly you found yourself wishing a happy New Year through text message to the boy that had occupied your mind and your every thought since you first saw him. Suddenly, Winter was gone too, and suddenly, you were in love with Jeon Jungkook.


“Bless you!” you said while laughing.

Jungkook had been sneezing since the moment he greeted you in the station that Spring Thursday. You had been laughing at him, founding cute how he sniffed after each sneeze and how his eyes seemed smaller.

“It’s not funny, okay?” he said, blowing his nose with a tissue.

It’s not funny, okay?” you mimicked him, with a loud, obnoxious tone. “You sounded like the little kid from that meme. You know, the boy who was-”

“I know what meme it is,” he interrupted you, blowing his nose again.

You couldn’t help but laugh again as you searched for the meme on your phone, just to show it to him and tease him a bit. He whined, but ignored you as he stepped into the train, that had already arrived to the station.

Before stepping into the train, you looked back and took a deep breath, loving how Spring smelled in Seoul. Sitting next to Jungkook, you took your denim jacket off.

“Oh, Spring is beautiful, don’t you think?” you asked, admiring the tall green trees from behind the train’s window.

“Yeah, Spring is beautiful when you aren’t allergic to everything it creates,” he said.

Just like the bright pink petals of the cherry trees, your love towards Jungkook had blossomed too, growing stronger and stronger as days went by. Without realising it, your love had surrounded you like the cherry blossoms, as beautiful and breathtaking as them. But you knew cherry blossoms only lasted for a couple of weeks before they fell down the cherry tree and it was left naked again, waiting for Spring to arrive again and hit it with its beauty.

You were dying to get it out of your chest and tell him as Rae and Paula had encouraged you to do since you told them what you felt for the doe-eyed boy. But you didn’t have the courage to do so. You tried searching for some answers in the boy’s eyes, hoping you’d find them like you always did when you looked into his eyes. Every time you searched for love in those black eyes, you only saw care, but never love.

Maybe you didn’t know what love looked like. Maybe you were hoping to see fireworks, flares, anything… Maybe it wasn’t in his eyes where you had to search for love.

“Y/N?” you heard him call your name. He was looking at you with a cocky smile in his face, just like every time he caught you immerse un your own world.

“Mhm, sorry I didn’t hear you,” you said, your cheeks reddening a bit.

“I know,” he laughed. “I was about to ask you something, but maybe you want to keep thinking about what you where thinking.”

“Yeah, because I was thinking about how stupid you are,” you mockingly said. “But I always have time to think about that, so ask me whatever you were going to ask me.”

Jungkook tried hiding his smile as he shook his head. “Well…” suddenly, he seemed nervous. “My friends and I are going to some club this Saturday and… Er… They asked me if you wanted to come.”

He didn’t look at you in the eye as he said so, but you didn’t care, because all you could think of in that moment was that he was - somehow - asking you to go out with him. You had only met at the train and you spoke through texts, but you had never met away from that train station.

“If you don’t want to come or you have made plans already…” he began to say, seeing that you hadn’t said a word.

“No,” you said, snapping from your trance. Jungkook looked at you frowning and you smiled. “No as in ‘no, I don’t have made any plans for Saturday night.”

Jungkook relaxed a bit and his playful smirk returned to his beautiful face. “Not that you have many plans every Saturday night anyway.”

“Oh, shut up Jeon,” you whined, hitting him hard in the arm.


“I don’t know what to wear!” you almost cried as Rae and Paula finished their make-up.

You didn’t go partying that often, that’s why your closet was full of trousers and oversized jumpers, but not a single dress could be seen in it.

“Just wear a dress and some high heels,” Paula whispered, not paying you much attention.

“Thank you for being such a good listener Paula,” you said in a harsh tone. “I have said that I don’t have any dresses or high heels nearly fifty times!”

“Woah, relax, you are going to age faster if you don’t calm down,” she said, still concentrated on her winged eyeliner.

“Paula, shut up. She’s nervous because she’s going out for the first time with the boy she likes,” Rae said, approaching you. “Well, the boy she is in love with.”

You only sighed and sat on the edge of your bed. “If I would have known this I wouldn’t have asked Jungkook if you two could come.”

“Hey, listen,” Paula said, finishing her eyeliner. “You’re going to look beautiful tonight and Jungkook will see what he’s missing.”

“You’re speaking as if he had rejected me,” you laughed a bit. “He’s not missing anything because he doesn’t feel the same.”

“You won’t never know it if you don’t tell him about your feelings,” Rae encouraged you. You just stood up from the bed and searched for something to wear in your closet. You had had that same conversation with your friends before.

“I won’t tell him about my feelings, okay? And you won’t either,” you said, throwing a simple black skater skirt into the bed. “The last thing I want to lose is his friendship.”

“He told his friends about you, Y/N!” Paula said. “Wake up, that’s a signal. He likes you.”

You rolled your eyes. You paired the black skirt with a white blouse. “He told his friends about me because we are friends. And shut up, you’re always getting my hopes high for nothing.”

You started dressing yourself quickly, putting a black lace bralette and black matching panties. You didn’t have much time since you would meet with Jungkook and his friends at the club at ten and it was already nine.

“You always say that, but when you first said it Jungkook appeared in the train out of nowhere and sat beside you,” Paula said, putting on her red stilettos.

“And the last time you said it, he asked you for your number, so don’t be pessimistic and just enjoy the night,” Rae said.

You sighed, knowing they were right. Even if Jungkook didn’t feel the same towards you, you could still have a fun night out with your best friends and the boy you liked.

The club was packed when you arrived. Fashionably late, of course. Jungkook had texted you, letting you know that they were upstairs getting some drinks.

The music was too loud to hear anything that your friends said as you climbed up the stairs. When you finally arrived to the bar in which Jungkook had told you that he was waiting for you with his friends, you saw a group of boys. They were at least seven, each one of them more handsome than the other. Despite the dim lights and the dark atmosphere, your recognised him immediately.

You approached, taking short, shy steps. Jungkook was with his back facing towards you, so he didn’t see you approaching them until one of the other boys nudged his back. Jungkook’s eyes made contact with you, shining under the multi coloured lights.

His smile was drawn on his lips as soon as he saw you, pushing some of his friends so he could greet you and start introducing you to his friends. They were six other boys and Jungkook was the youngest of them all. They greeted you with wide smiles and soft nods of their heads.

“She’s even more beautiful than you told us, Jungkookie,” the eldest boy named Jin teased.

You blushed, but blushed even more when you saw how flustered Jungkook was. You didn’t knew if it was because Jin had just called him Jungkookie in front of you or if it was because Jin had admitted that he had told them you were beautiful. You just smiled as Jungkook punched Jin in the arm.

To break the awkward moment, you introduced your friends to the boys, Rae immediately setting her sights on a quiet boy named Yoongi.

“I nearly didn’t recognise you,” you told Jungkook, leaning over Jungkook so he could hear you.

He turned his head to face you, making you gasp at the proximity of your faces. He was smirking as he looked into your eyes, probably knowing the effect he had on you. “Yeah? Why?” he said in a playful tone. Even though he was always comfortable around you and he had never been shy towards you, you saw a different side of him that night. He was more cocky, more playful with you. You just blamed the alcohol.

“I’m so used to seeing you in those oversized hoodies and sweatpants that I thought this guy in a white shirt and black trousers wasn’t the Jeon Jungkook I know,” you said, feeling a bit uncomfortable under his intense gaze.

“And what Jeon Jungkook you like the most?” he asked, making you blush once again.

“The one in oversized hoodies and sweatpants, to be honest,” you said, and when you saw his eyes widening you explained yourself. “Not that you don’t look… Interesting in that shirt and those tight trousers.”

“Interesting, hum?” he hummed, taking a sip from his glass, filled with a dark liquid you supposed was alcohol. “You are really interesting too in that skirt,” he said, and as soon as the words left his lips, his eyes widened again and he took a sip from his glass once more, this time longer. You blushed and cleared your throat.

“Hum… I’m going to grab a drink,” you said.

“Okay, I’ll go with you,” he followed you towards the counter where the barmen where serving the drinks.

You weren’t inside of your comfort zone: the train and at first it was a bit difficult for you both to start a conversation. But as always, you ended up talking and laughing about everything and anything at the same time.

The boys joined you and all of you ended up taking shots of tequila and screaming so loud you couldn’t even hear the music anymore. There was a boy that shouted over the rest, Taehyung. He wasn’t drunk, he was completely wasted, inviting everyone to do shots and trying to flirt even with Jimin, who always answered him with “No, Tae, you know my girlfriend and she would kill you.”

As the night carried on, you were left alone with Jungkook once again. Namjoon disappeared with Jimin because they were really tired. Jin was with Hoseok trying to tell random girls bad jokes and make them laugh. Yoongi and Rae where nowhere to be seen, and Tae and Paula were wasted, dancing on the dance floor.

“Wanna go to the dance floor?” Jungkook said, slowly since he had to think twice what he was going to say.

“Sure,” you said, leaving your empty glass on the bar. “But we won’t be dancing with Paula and Tae, right? I don’t want to be kicked out.”

Jungkook laughed, but you didn’t hear the beautiful sound of it since the music was blasting through the speakers. There were so many people, the place was so packed, that you thought you would lose Jungkook in the crowd. He was following you, so you stopped a bit to look at him and see if he was still behind you. He knocked the air out of your lungs when his hand grabbed yours and he lead you towards the dance floor.

It wasn’t the first time he had grabbed your hand, but it was the first time he intertwined his fingers with you, the first time you could completely feel his skin against yours.

When you were in the middle of the dance floor, Jungkook stopped and let go of your hand. He turned so you were facing each other. You were awkwardly looking at each other, both with silly smiles on your faces. You smiled widely when you thought about what someone would think if they looked at you both in that moment. They’d probably see a boy and a girl whose life had just started, young and beautiful, falling in love under the lights of the pub. Oh, they’d be so wrong.

“What?!” he shouted so you could hear his voice above the music.

You smiled. “Nothing,” you looked at your feet. Jungkook was lazily moving them to the rhythm.

“Tell me,” he pushed you, taking a step towards you, so close to you that your chest were touching. You were nearly trembling when you lifted your head and found his eyes, burning into yours with so much force you thought your heart would burst into flames.

“Tell you what?” you teased.

“Tell me why you were looking at me with that smile on your face,” he leaned his face mere inches from yours. He lowered his head a bit so his eyes were right in front of yours. You bit your lower lip.

Your body started moving along the music. It was as loud as it had been for the rest of the night, but it had faded into the background as Jungkook smiled and started dancing too. At first it was just the two of you dancing and joking around, laughing and touching every once in a while, but with every passing song, your bodies started getting closer. And suddenly Jungkook’s hands where on your waist and your hands were seductively playing with your hair.  

You saw him biting his lower lip as he looked down at you, dancing for him, just for his eyes. You had never felt so sure of yourself or so sexy as you did then, in that moment, under the burning gaze of the boy you loved. Maybe he wasn’t in love with you, maybe he didn’t even like you as something more than a simple friend, but in that moment he wanted you and you could see it in his burning gaze.

The desire you felt, the desire in Jungkook’s eyes and the tequila shoots you had behind, made you feel confident and you moved closer to Jungkook until you could feel his stomach against yours. You could barely hear anything that wasn’t your erratic breaths or your heart beat, but you swore you heard a low grunt escaping from Jungkook’s lips.

His hands were holding you in place, so your bodies would move at the same pace. Your arms circled his neck until your fingers were playing with his hair.

“What are we doing?” was all that Jungkook could whisper into your ear as you danced against him.

“We’re dancing,” you said, as innocently as you could.

You’d be lying if someone asked you if you desired Jungkook or not and you answered no. Of course you yearned for him, for his body, for his hands, for his eyes, for his voice, his soul, heart and everything he could offer to you. And even though you knew none of that things belonged to you, in that moment you wanted to believe that yes, Jeon Jungkook was yours and only yours.

As the temperature escalated, Jungkook pressed you more and more against his body, so much you could already feel the growing bulge in his pants. You bit your lip. Were you really getting Jungkook horny?

You got your answer when he moved his hands a bit lower and, with a bit of force, spun you so his chest was pressed against your back. His arms circled your waist and his hands landed on the waistband of your skirt. You couldn’t believe what was going on as Jungkook’s lips started grazing the skin of your neck. In that moment you were biting your lip with so much force, you thought it would start bleeding. You were feeling on cloud nine, closing your eyes and letting Jungkook’s body lead yours. You intertwined your hands with Jungkook’s, the touch so intimate you almost believed that what was happening was real.

Of course you knew it wasn’t real. It was a product of two young people, wild hormones and alcohol, mixed with the loud music and the atmosphere that surrounded you both.

“Jungkook,” his name escaped from your lips in a strangled moan when the boy sunk his teeth in your neck, licking the spot afterwards.

He leaned into your ear and whispered something, but you didn’t understood it. You turned around to face him and ask him what he had said.

“Kiss me,” he breathed, loud enough for you to hear.

He didn’t even give you time as he leaned in and his lips touched yours, softly at first, roughly and passionately as a couple of seconds passed. You followed his lips, still shocked about what was going on. You closed your eyes and focused every sense of your on Jungkook and his lips. They felt softer than a marshmallow, the bottom lip being a little more plump that the upper one. He tasted like tequila and fireworks - fireworks that were exploding at the same time in the pitch of your stomach.

The kiss escalated quickly and soon, Jungkook’s tongue traced your bottom lip, making you open your mouth a bit so his tongue could play with yours. Meanwhile, his hands kept you pressed against him as he grabbed you by the waist.

You swore two, three… Maybe seven songs passed and you were still kissing, pouring yourselves into the kiss, without any care about what was going on around you.

When you felt breathless for the hundredth time, you pulled away as Jungkook’s teeth bite your bottom lip. You opened your eyes to fin Jungkook’s eyes already on you. His lips were plum and red, and his eyes wilder than you had ever seen him. Oh God, he was so beautiful and so young, and you were so in love with him.

“I live ten minutes away from here,” is all you could say in that moment. “Just a few blocks away.”

Jungkook looked intensely into your eyes. “Are you sure you want this?”

You bit your lip while looking at him. He sure wanted that, you could see and feel it. But… Did you want it? Of course you wanted it, but you didn’t know if you’d feel the same the next morning. You already were too head over heels in love with Jungkook, but maybe if you took that next step there would be no turning back. All of your thoughts were summarized in one soft nod of your head.

That was all Jungkook needed to grab your hand and drag you out of the club. As soon as you were outside, he kissed you fiercely again.

You nearly ran towards you house, the ten minutes walk being the longest in your life. As soon as the door of you small shared apartment was open, Jungkook nearly pushed you inside, his mouth being all over yours once again. Your roommate was visiting her parents that weekend, so you were lucky you had the house all to yourself.

You laughed when Jungkook led you towards the wrong room, nearly tripping when you told him it was your roommate’s room.

In between kisses, bites, moans, laughs and silly jokes you finally finished undressing one another. Jungkook climbed over you, your back pressed against your soft white sheets. You looked at him, looking like a prince to you, hovering above you under the moonlight that slipped through the window. His obsidian hair falling into his eyes, casting shadows all over his face, making his lips look plumper, his eyes darker and his jawline sharper.

Jungkook was art, a piece of the finest carved marble. There was no flaw in his body or his face. You could look at him all day and you would still not get tired of it. You could have spent hours observing every little mole that adorned his body like constellations adorn the sky. From the mole he had under his bottom lip, to the one he had on his neck, and ending in the round mole just next to his belly button.

Whispering sweet nothings into your ears, planting passionate kisses all over your body, leaving his mark in your neck, caressing every curve of your body with his fingertips as if he wanted to always remember it - as if he was afraid he would forget about the curve of your hips, your legs, your breasts, your collarbones, your cheekbones or your lips - he made love to you that night.

His way of pushing softly into you at first and roughly afterwards drove you crazy. He spoke with his body that night. With his face, his hands, his fingertips. With every touch, he told you a million things he couldn’t voice out - a million things he wouldn’t voice out. With every whisper, he let you know how much he was enjoying fucking you. With every moan he let you know how good you made him feel. With every push of his body into you, he let you know how much he had been fantasizing about your body pressed against him.

He knew that making love to you would be a turning point in your relationship, that he had not only let you see him naked, but he had let you see him completely naked. Body and soul. You were different, he felt it in the way he reacted towards you. Maybe you’d be the only constant in his life. Maybe you’d be the one that stays in his mind forever.


You woke up to the sun high up in the sky, hitting your naked skin. You woke up to the sound of soft snores beside you.

You blinked a couple of times, lazily batting your eyelashes so your eyes could adjust to the light that filled your room that Spring morning. Turning around you found Jungkook, asleep by your side, his arm hanging lazily over your waist.

He was sweating, hair sticking to his forehead. With a soft smile drawn on your lips and careful not to wake him up, you moved away the dark strands of hair. But you failed in your attempt of not waking him up as he stirred and growled.

Your hand travelled then to his forehead, the side of his nose, until you finally placed it over his cheek.

Sudden anxiety took over you as Jungkook started opening his eyes, slowly at first and then all at once. What if he regretted last night? What if he just wanted to be your friend? What if he was just drunk?

He looked at you when he finally opened his eyes, observing every inch of your face. Slowly, he traced his eyes over your lips, your chin, your nose and they finally landed in your eyes. You remained silent, your hand placed over his cheek, not knowing what to do.

Something in the boy that was lying in your bed, naked next to you, snapped as he frowned and quickly got away from you. Your hand fell lifelessly onto the bed, just as fast as your heart feel and shattered too.

“Who… What am I doing here?” he asked, with a raspy voice, standing up from your bed, blushing when he saw he was naked. “What the fuck?”

You blinked your tears away a couple of times before you felt too naked under Jungkook’s gaze and you covered your body with your sheets. You sat yourself up in bed. Without looking at you twice, Jungkook had started dressing himself.

“Look Jungkook… I… We…” you stuttered.

“Jungkook?” he sounded confused. He put on his shirt and brushed his hair with his fingers. “Why do you even know my name? I mean… I’m sure I’ve never seen you before.”

You saw it in his eyes. It was there. Emptiness. Nothing. You saw nothing in his eyes as he looked at you.

“What?” you blinked a couple of times, confused, angry, humiliated, heartbroken… All at once. “How dare you say that you have never seen me before?”

Jungkook picked up his phone and his wallet before stuffing them into the pockets of his jeans. He really looked confused.

“I… I don’t know how I ended up here but-” he said, sounding angry too. Why was he even angry. You had been the rejected one there. “But I’m sure it was fun and well… Thank you.”

“Thank you?!” you nearly shouted. “What the fuck Jungkook? You’re kidding me, right? You’re fucking thanking me as if I was a whore!”

The boy that was in front of you wasn’t Jungkook. He looked like Jungkook, but he definitely wasn’t him. Those empty eyes, looking at them just made you sick.

“I… I gotta go,” was what he said before looking at you one last time and grabbing the doorknob to open your bedroom door.

“Jungkook!” you screamed, wanting to go after him, but your body felt somehow stuck to the mattress of your bed.

Seconds later you felt the front door close and your tears run down your cheeks. You had hoped Jungkook would stay, you had hoped that maybe he would whisper a “good morning” to you and then make love to you again as he did the night before. You hoped you two would stay in your bed forever, letting the sunrays warm your skin. You hoped.


You were never someone that regretted what they had done. If you did something, then you’d take the consequences that came with it.

But you regretted sleeping with Jungkook.

You regretted it all, from the moment he stepped off of your apartment pretending he didn’t even knew you to the moment you texted him, saying that you could act as if nothing had happened, and the text was never delivered - meaning that he had blocked your number.

You tried reaching out to him, looking for him at the train station, even at the sports centre. He was nowhere to be seen. You missed the noise of his skate colliding with the floor, you missed the way he always went pass you as if he hadn’t seen you. You missed your conversations, his laugh, his eyes. You thought about look for him at his house, but you realised you barely knew anything about him, other than he loved reading, skating and making you laugh.

At first you were sad, you blamed yourself for what had happened. If you had been able to contain yourself, it would have only been two drunk friends kissing at a pub. Maybe Jungkook would still speak to you then. It didn’t feel the same stepping into the train on your own, looking at the cherry blossoms or simply stepping off the bus.

Your sadness turned into anger as Spring slowly turned into Summer. You started blaming Jungkook instead of yourself. If he hadn’t wanted to sleep with you, he could have stopped you. Or he simply could have contained himself and not have dragged you out of the club and towards your house. And he even pretended he didn’t know you and that he didn’t remember anything! What a fucking coward.

Anger turned into nothing as your final exams came and you needed all of your brain focused on one thing: studying. You buried yourself in books and notes, the uni’s library becoming your second home. Reading and writing also helped you with the J thing. You had became so pathetic you couldn’t even say his entire name.

Internship at the hospital helped you with that too, but each time you had to take the train and go to the station, you panicked, thinking that maybe he would be there, with his skate or his book. With his oversized hoodie or his brown beanie. But he would never be there.

Final exams ended and you only had a week left at the hospital before summer holidays started.

“Where are you going?” Rae asked you, absentmindedly playing with his hair.

“Hm… I think I might visit my family,” you said. Since your family lived in another country and you had moved to Seoul with your parents when you were little, you barely saw them. You and your parents usually visited them every summer. “And you?”

That day you had finished practice at the hospital earlier, so the train station was almost empty, except for the three of you and some more people.

Your friends had been trying to distract you every time they accompanied you to the train station, since they didn’t want you to look around searching for Jungkook. You spoke about ordinary things, too ordinary and boring.

As the train came into the station, you lifted your eyes up from the floor. What you saw, almost made you fall to the ground.

Round, wide, black eyes were staring at you from a couple of metres away. He looked as surprised as you to see you there. A sudden wave of anger shook your body and you had to contain yourself not run towards him and slap him in the face with all the force you had.

You tore your gaze away from his as if his eyes burned you. But it was true, they burned you. Paula and Rae had seen him too, so they followed you into the train without saying a word.

The conversation about what you’d be doing that summer continued, your friends trying to distract you somehow, but your mind was somewhere else. You were sure you were red from anger. Not only did he dare to look at you with puppy eyes, as if he was the one hurting there, as if he hadn’t been avoiding you for two months. He dared to sit on his usual seat, just a couple of metres away from you, in the same wagon you were.

He was looking out of the window, with that impassible face, avoiding to look towards you. But you couldn’t avoid him, no when you suddenly remembered how his lips felt against yours, how his hands traced every curve of your body, how his eyes looked at you that night as if you were a piece of art. No when all you could think about was he sleeping next to you, pulling you closer to him.

“Y/N!” Paula said as you stood up from your seat, leaving your bag there. “Y/N, where are you going?” she whispered, already knowing where you were heading to.

You sat in front of Jungkook, making him look at you.

“Hey,” you said, putting on a fake smile. “Do you remember who I am or are you going to pretend that you don’t know me once again?”

For a brief moment, your swore you saw hurt in his eyes, even regret, but his impassible facade was still there. You were being cruel, but he had been cruel too for the past two months.

He huffed and readjusted himself in his seat. You frowned as you didn’t see his skate with him. He always carried his skate with him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

If it weren’t for the anger you had felt in that moment, that blinded you completely, maybe you would have seen the tired look in his eyes, covered behind the cold facade he was putting on. Maybe you’d have seen that he had lost weight, that he had bags under his eyes, that his hair was longer than usual and maybe you’d have found the reason why he hadn’t brought his skate with him. If you hadn’t been seeing red in that moment, you’d have seen him fidgeting with the hem of his hoodie. You would have even found strange that he was wearing a hoodie in June.

“Woah, I didn’t expect such an elaborate answer from you,” you said, anger filling every single word.

He shrugged and just looked away from you, towards the window. The once cherry trees covered in pink cherry blossoms were naked then, just normal green leaves making it look like an ordinary tree.

“I don’t know, Y/N. What the fuck do you want me to say?” he spat, finally looking at you. “Do you want me to tell you the truth and hurt you, or do you want me to keep avoiding you and save you the heartbreak?”

Maybe if you hadn’t been that angry and selfish, you would have found the double meaning behind his words.

“Heartbreak?” you laughed sarcastically. “You? Saving me the heartbreak?” you looked at him, throwing daggers towards him with your eyes. “You can’t save the heartbreak to someone who is already heartbroken, so go ahead.”

He flinched and took a deep breath before speaking again. “What happened that night…” he made a pause for a brief moment. “We had fun, that’s all.”

“That’s all?” you repeated. “Oh, that’s all, yes,” you laughed sarcastically again. “That’s all you have to say to me after two months? That we had fun and that’s all?”

“Yes, what do you want me to say?” he said, raising his voice a bit. You both were trying to speak in a normal tone so the rest of the wagon wouldn’t hear your conversation. “You wanted the truth? That’s the truth. I slept with you, I can’t get anything else from you.”

Those were the last words you were expecting to hear. You thought your heart was already broken, that’s why you didn’t expect to feel such a pain in your chest as the boy you loved told you what you knew but you never wanted to see. You were nothing for him.

You opened your mouth, trying to say something, but you couldn’t. Don’t, Y/N. You breathed as you closed your eyes, and when you opened them again to found those black eyes looking directly at you, you gathered the courage to speak. “You just wanted to fuck me?”

Jungkook looked at you, as if wanting to tell you something else. But he didn’t. “I’m not the guy you thought I was.”

“You definitely aren’t,” you said, standing up from your seat.

“You shouldn’t have trusted me, you don’t know anything about me other than random insignificant things,” he said, looking away from you.

“You’re right…” you whispered, your eyes glued to your hands as you kept playing with your t-shirt. You gulped. You didn’t want it to end like that, but you didn’t want anything from him either, so you just walked away.

You took your seat next to Paula and Rae, who had been eyeing you the entire time. You told them you didn’t want to talk about it and when the train stopped in the next station, Jungkook gathered his things and stepped off the train without looking back again. You felt a pang of hurt in your chest and you had to swallow your own tears. You’d get over him.


Your summer holidays began, days were longer and nights shorter. Stars shone brighter than ever that warm summer.  But not for you, since you spent nearly every night thinking about him, your heart shattered into pieces all over the place.

You were supposed to be travelling with your parents to visit your family, but since being in Seoul reminded you of him, you flew home a month earlier than your parents.

Being with your grandparents, helping them around and playing with your little cousins helped you a bit. Until one day, one of your cousins - the one that had eighteen years old - told you he had started reading The Name of The Wind, and Jungkook came crashing into your mind again. When would it stop?

Everything started reminding you of him at home too, and forgetting him was starting to feel like an impossible mission. So instead of trying to forget him, you simply pushed the memory of him to the back of your head.

By the end of summer, Jungkook was something you had locked in a hidden place you didn’t even know it existed, or you just simply ignored it.

Starting uni again and seeing your friends again made you incredibly happy.

Just as a new season started, your routine did too. You couldn’t wait for cherry trees to blossom again, but you loved the colours of Seoul’s autumn too. After starting your internship at the hospital again, Seoul became your home once more. You were always doing something, always listening to music, reading or going out with your friends, filling those empty gaps that could give you time to think.

Those who didn’t really know you, would say that you had changed, that you had become a more mature and serious person. In a way, you did, you changed. But you were still the same. Still the same stupid, naive girl who fell in love with a boy she met at the train station on a Thursday evening. The same girl who fell in love over a fallen bookmark and an unfinished book saga. That same girl that got her heart broken and fixed piece by piece over time.


“… and after that, you have to visit Mr. Choi and check his glucose,” the nurse told you, writing something in a paper.

It was being a hectic day at the hospital. Two car accidents, one of them a bus filled with teenagers. As one of the intern nurses you were left out of the action and you just had to check the hospitalized patients.

Nodding, you gathered your things and did your tasks, chatting with the people that you already knew because they had been hospitalized before summer began.

As you were heading to Mr. Choi’s room you stayed paralysed in the middle of the corridor.

The laugh that escaped from the door right in front of you slipped into your bones, suddenly breaking the wall you had built in a remote part of yourself, hiding behind it the name of the boy your heart still yearned for. You felt like you were going to collapse on the floor right then and there.

Without even thinking, your hand grabbed the doorknob of the white door. The nurse would kill you for not following your schedule, but you had to know if he was there. You suddenly needed to see him, despite the hurtful words he directed towards you the last time you saw him. Your heart still ached at the sound, so pure and vibrant it made your heart beat faster.

You hoped you’d see him sitting on the visitor’s chairs, but what you saw left you completely breathless. It was funny because, every single time you saw him, he somehow made you feel breathless.

You recognised the person that was sitting on the visitor’s chair, but it wasn’t Jungkook. Jimin stared at you, wide eyes and open mouth, his laugh dying and evaporating in the air. Then, with jaw clenched and tear-filled eyes, you looked at the boy that was lying back in the hospital bed. Jungkook looked as breathless as you did, but for obvious different reasons.

In that moment, you saw what you hadn’t seen that Thursday’s afternoon, in the wagon of the train, just before summer began. You saw it all. You saw his tired eyes, his dark, dishevelled hair. His pale skin, the bags under his eyes that contrasted with the soft skin of his beautiful face. You saw he had lost weight, his wide shoulders seeming smaller and hunched.

You felt a wave of feelings of all kind hit your body, the force of the impact making hot tears roll down your cheeks.

“Y/N,” Jungkook breathed.

You frowned, your hand still over the doorknob. You didn’t know what to do, what to say or simply… What to feel. So you just stepped back and closed the door again as if you had never stepped into that room.

“Y/N!” you heard Jungkook calling out for you from the other side of the closed door.

As you dried your tears with the back of your hand, you started running down the corridor, ignoring everyone that was looking at you with confused eyes, and ignoring Jimin, who was running towards you, calling out your name.

Arriving to Mr. Choi’s room, you closed the door behind you and took a deep breath. You felt safe there, away from Jimin and Jungkook.

“What’s wrong, honey?” the old man asked you with a sweet voice. He was one of those people that had been hospitalized before summer started, so you already knew the man and you really cared about him.

You tried breathing normally again as you told him that nothing was wrong, just that you had a lot of things to do that morning and you couldn’t risk being late. You checked Mr. Choi’s glucose and chatted a bit with him. His wife would be visiting him soon, so you said goodbye to him and promised that you’d say goodbye again that afternoon before going home.

“Y/N,” a voice called out your name again as you stepped out of Mr. Choi’s room. Jimin had been waiting for you outside, his back resting against the opposite wall.

You ignored him as you kept walking along the corridor.

“Please, Y/N, wait,” he pleaded. You stopped so abruptly he almost bumped against your back. Your head was still spinning and you were mad at Jungkook, not Jimin, so you would at least hear what he wanted to tell you.

“What?” you said, turning around so you could face him.

You had only seen him one night, but you were sure that night he didn’t look half as tired and devastated as he did then, in the middle of that corridor.

“I… Hey,” he softly smiled. “How have you been?”

You frowned. “I’ve been doing fine,” was all you answered, narrowing your eyes towards Jimin. His hair was no longer a pink shade. You nearly smiled as you remembered how his pink hair had reminded you of the cherry blossoms the night you met him. You nearly smiled as you remembered how his, now chestnut hair, reminded you of the brown, dead leaves that fell from the trees in autumn.

“I’m happy to hear that,” he said. He was looking at your eyes, looking calm and relaxed, but he was nervous, you could see it in the way he was playing with his grey jumper. “Please, you need to speak with Jungkook.”

You sighed. You spoke with Jungkook four months ago, and he already told you everything you needed to hear. “Sorry, I have things to do. Bye, Jimin, it was nice seeing you.”

You turned around, but a hand kept you from walking away. That same hand forced you to turn around again, softly. “Please, you’re the only one that can make him change his mind.”

“What? Change his mind about what?” you frowned. You hadn’t even given yourself time to think about everything. About why was Jungkook at the hospital.

“Talk to him, please,” Jimin pleaded you a last time.

You looked into his eyes for some more before nodding with your head. You were just going to talk to him, then you’d follow the rest of your schedule.

“Thanks,” Jimin said, suddenly embracing you in a tight hug. “Talk to him, talk to Jungkook,” he broke the hug with what you thought were tears in his eyes. He disappeared from the corridor and you were left alone.

You started walking towards Jungkook’s room. You stayed there, in front of his door for almost five minutes, just thinking. What would you feel when you saw him from up close once again? Why Jimin wanted you to talk to him? What was he going to tell you? Why was he at the hospital? And… What ‘you’re then only one that can make him change his mind’ meant?

You knocked on the door before opening and finding Jungkook’s eyes again. You doubted for a moment, not daring to step into the room.

“Come in, please,” Jungkook said, his voice softer than you ever remembered it.

You nodded and closed the door behind your back. You kept your back pressed against the shiny material of the door. Your eyes examined Jungkook, and his eyes took their time to examine you too.

“Well, here I am,” you said, hoping he would tell you already what was going on. Why he suddenly wanted to talk to you.

“I…” he looked around him, his facial expression changed as his eyes landed on the different devices that were connected to his body. His eyes closed for a moment but when he opened them again, they found you immediately. “How are you?”

You huffed and crossed your arms over your chest. “I’m fine,” you said, in a monotone voice. You didn’t want to sound rude, but after all those months waiting for something to happen…

“Are you still an intern?” he asked.

“Yes,” you answered. He asked you a couple more questions about your life, you giving him the same answers: yes or no. “Jungkook, I’m  not here so you can ask me questions.”

“Sorry,” he murmured. “I just wanted to speak with you for a bit. To know how you have been doing.”

“Well, you told me that after fucking me you couldn’t get anything else from me, so I don’t get why you want to know about me all of a sudden,” you said as Jungkook flinched at your harsh words.

“Don’t say that, please,” he pleaded, closing his eyes again.

“I’m just telling you what you told me,” you shrugged, your eyes never leaving his.

“I didn’t mean it, I was just trying to distance you from me,” he sighed.

“Yes, you were trying to distance me from you because you had already gotten everything you wanted from me, right?” you said, sounding cruel, pouring everything that had been eating you up from the past months in your harsh words.

“Don’t say that!” Jungkook raised his voice. “I didn’t mean it!”

“And why did you say that, then?” you raised your voice too. “You knew I was in love with you. Why did you do that to me then, Jungkook?” you paused yourself so you could catch your breath. You waited for Jungkook to say something, but he just stayed there. “Why are you here?”

Jungkook’s eyes looked at the window instead of you. He had been delaying that moment, thas question, since you entered in the room. In that moment, you knew. But you waited for him to answer anyway.

“I’m…” he began to say, his eyes fixed in something else. Maybe the blue sky, so clear you couldn’t see a single cloud in it. Maybe the sun, shinning bright above you, its rays entering into the room. “I’m ill. I’ve always been ill but lately it has gotten worse.”

It all was a paradox, a cruel and beautiful paradox. The sun was shining, the weather was clearer than ever, but it all somehow stopped at the other side of the window that separated the small hospital room from the outside. Yes, the rays of sun entered into the room, but the energy and happiness that came with them didn’t. How can you feel energetic and happy when the boy you’re helplessly in love with tells you he’s ill? The world outside of that room carried on, but your world stopped in that moment, in that hospital room.

It was one of the most beautiful autumn days you had ever seen, and yet it became one of the saddest days of your life.

Of course you knew that Jungkook wasn’t okay since the moment you stepped into that room, but your silly and naive mind still hoped that he was there because he broke his leg skating or because he just had an appendicitis.

You were left breathless. He, somehow, always left you breathless.

“H… How ill?” you stupidly asked.

He swallowed harshly, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. “I’m just ill, that’s all you need to know for now,” he looked at you again, his eyes finally leaving that outside world and stepping into your own world. When his eyes widened, you realised you were crying. He wasn’t just ill. “Don’t cry, please. Come over here Y/N.”

You shook your head no, but you still approached him until you were at the feet of his bed.

“You’ve always been ill?” you asked, sniffling as you tried to calm yourself. He nodded. “You knew this when we met?” you asked. He nodded. “Why didn’t you tell me?!”

Jungkook flinched a bit when you raised your voice. “I just… I just saw how happy and bright you were and I didn’t want to change that.”

You frowned, you waved your hands all over the place as you spoke. “And do you think I was going to be bright and happy when I found out by myself?!”

He sighed. “Okay, no, I didn’t think about that…”

You shook your head again and then rested it in between your hands, trying to assimilate everything. “I just need to set it all in…” you sighed.

Suddenly, you felt a hand against your shoulder, hesitant. Your head snapped up, and you gasped when you saw how close Jungkook was from you. A device started beeping as it had detached from Jungkook’s body.

“No, no, no, lay down, please,” you urged him, gently grabbing his cold hand and placing it next to him, over the bed. You connected the device again to Jungkook’s body, avoiding eye contact with him.

“I don’t want you to cry,” he whispered, sounding out of breath for the mere effort he had done of sitting himself up.

“And I don’t want you to get even worse. I won’t cry, I swear, but don’t move, please,” your voice was softer than before. Even after you connected the device to Jungkook’s body, your hand was still caressing the skin of his collarbone. He noticed and tensed up a bit, which you misunderstood and took a step back, separating your skin from his. “Tell me everything, I want to know everything.”

“Everything?” he repeated, as if making sure you wanted that.

You nodded, remaining by his side, but not touching him.

“I have an odd brain disease. It’s like Alzheimer, but different at the same time. My neural connections die a hundred times faster than yours, or even than the neural connections of a person with Alzheimer,” he couldn’t look at you in the eye. “My brain forgot about everything every week. Every Thursday I was like a blank piece of paper… Until my parents found out about an experimental treatment that helped neural connections reestablish themselves for a limited time. It worked for me, so every Thursday I had to go to the hospital to take that treatment… It was like chemo, but worst. It made me want to throw up,  it made me forget about everything and then remember everything the next second, and the feeling was so strong it left me breathless and weak.”

“That’s why I saw you every single Thursday at the station,” you murmured. “You came from the hospital, not from the sports centre.”

He nodded. “I’ve been coming to this hospital to take my treatment since I was five. My parents and I moved to our neighbourhood so we could be relatively close to the hospital and so I could ‘have a normal live’” he smiled. You saw the sadness in his smile. The raw emotions of a boy that had been deprived of his childhood. You imagined a little Jungkook, sat in a room like this on his own, everything too white and boring for the happy and energetic boy with the bunny smile. “I come here every Thursday to remember what happened that week, and the week before. I come here so my brain can act like the brain of a normal person would, at least for one week more.”

“I’ve never heard about this,” you frowned, trying to settle all the information.

“That’s because just a handful of doctors and nurses know about it. It still is an experimental treatment after all,” he smiled again, and you hated him for it. Why was he trying to comfort you while he was the one who needed comfort? “I’ve known the perks and the risks of this all my life… Or at least I thought I knew all of them until last year. My body doesn’t react to the treatment as it did anymore. Each time, the doctors increased the dose, I felt worst and it worked less.”

You absentmindedly approached your hands towards his. You intertwined your fingers, letting your warm skin heat up his cold one.

“And then I entered one Thursday into the station, it was an ordinary Thursday, just like the rest. But that Thursday I found a bookmark lying on the floor and it turns out that it belonged to the girl that always got scared each time I threw my skate onto the floor. And you know what? Each Thursday, I threw it even harder to the floor so that girl would look at me and then she’d get all flustered when I would caught her looking at me,” he said, his voice soft as he told you the story.

You sniffled again. “Let me guess… That girl was wearing a grey jumper and black jeans?”

“Woah, I don’t know, I forget things, remember?” he said before laughing loudly at his bad joke, you smiled softly, wondering how he could still smile when he was going through one of the darkest moments of his life.

“You shouldn’t joke about this,” you sounded serious, and you were.

“Sorry, I just… I accepted what I have a long time ago. I sometimes forget that people around me can be hurt by my jokes about it. Sorry,” he looked at you in the eyes and wondered how your eyes could still bright up his world, even if they were covered in tears, red and puffy.

Your eyes. Your eyes were what caught his attention first, they way he could read you like an open book through them. Even in the beginning of your relationship, he could see your soul through them, so pure and so untouched, that he immediately was bewitched by it.

Since you didn’t seem to have any intentions of speaking, he continued with it.

“At first you were that girl I spoke with in the train, that girl that somehow made me enjoy Thursdays a bit. And by winter, you were the girl that made me wish that it’d be Thursday as soon as possible every single week,” he smiled and looked at your intertwined fingers. “I would always replay your face and our conversations in my mind so I wouldn’t forget about you, I would even write it all down in a piece of paper, but at the end of the week, you’d be a mere few paragraphs written in my notebook. Like the rest of my life,” he swallowed, his eyes never leaving your fingers. A shiver run down your spine when his fingers started caressing yours.

“You… You knew how I felt towards you?” you asked.

He took a deep breath. “I could see it in your eyes every single Thursday.”

“So, that night…” you began to say, referring to that awful night. If you could go back in time…

Ignoring your previous words, Jungkook sat himself up in the bed.

“Jungkook, I told yo-” you scolded him, trying to move away your hands from his. He didn’t let you. He had let you go once, he wouldn´t make the same mistake twice.

“That night,” he interrupted you. “That night I felt everything I did-”

“You were drunk, I was drunk… You told me it had been fun but nothing else, at least for you,” you whispered, your face inches from his.

“I wasn’t drunk, I cannot drink while I’m taking the treatment. And you say you’re a nurse?” he smiled. It was one of his sweet smiles.

“But… But I saw you take the tequila shots a… And you were drinking and you… You looked like you were drunk,” you babbled, trying to remember that night.

“I was drinking coke, yeah. And I didn’t take the shots, but you were so occupied taking yours that you didn’t even notice,” he said. You looked so cute, looking at your intertwined fingers, your cheeks a beautiful shade that reminded him of the cherry blossoms you loved so much.

“So… Everything that happened…” you mumbled again, unable to look at him in the eye.

“Everything that happened was because I wanted it to happen and I wanted it to happen with you,” he said, putting his finger under your chin and making you look at him. He smiled, at the sight of your beautiful eyes covered in tears once more. “I wanted to make love to you and so I did, and it was one of the most beautiful nights of my life, and I don’t regret any part of it.”

“And why did you tell me that all you wanted to do was to fuck me?” you narrowed your eyes.

“Because the next morning when I woke up next to you and I didn’t recognise you, I panicked. When I got home and I read about you in my notebook I understood that I had to distance myself from you if I didn’t want to hurt you,” he winced, as if there mere fact of remember taking that decision hurt him. In fact, it did.

“Well, you did. What you told me in the train… It just made me feel like I was useless,” you said, making Jungkook wince again.

“I know, and I won’t ever have enough words to tell you how sorry I am about that, but I achieved what I wanted. You distanced yourself from me, because I wasn’t strong enough to distance myself from you,” he gulped, looking at you in the eye, hoping that maybe someday you would be able to forgive him. Even if he was no longer by your side. “I love you, Y/N. I love you every single day of the week, but as it comes to an end, it’s more and more difficult for me to remember who I am in love with. Even though I love you with all my heart, my mind keeps forgetting about you.”

As you closed your eyes, tears rolled down your cheeks, ending in Jungkook’s fingers, which were softly caressing your skin.

“I love you too,” you said. “I was so afraid you wouldn’t feel the same, that when you runned away from me the morning after sleeping together I thought I had fucked up everything.”

“How could I not feel the same when you love The Name of The Wind and Iron Man?” he joked, trying to make you laugh. And you did, you laughed a bit because he was like that, he could make you smile in the saddest moment of your life. He could appear in your life like the bright light of a lighthouse could appear in the middle of the sea to brighten up the sailor’s path. He could appear into your life, like s train stepped into the station, the air that it created as the machine stopped, playing with your hair; leaving you breathless.

As you were laughing, he placed both of his hands on both sides of your cheeks and he sweetly pressed his lips against yours. You hummed a bit, missing the feeling of his sweet mouth covering yours.

“What now, Jungkook?” you said, suddenly remembering Jimin’s words and softly moving away from him. “Why did Jimin tell me that I was the only one that could make you change your mind?”

He shook his head, as if telling you to forget about it. He hoped you would forget about it as he kissed you again, this time eagerly than before. He tasted sweetly, but you found a new taste in his kiss. It tasted like goodbye.

You moved your lips away from his again. “You’re not taking the treatment anymore, are you?”

The idea somehow popped into your mind and as you looked into his dark eyes, you found the answer to your question. You always found your answers in his eyes. The answer was “yes”.

You moved away from him even more, as he stood there, silent, looking at you his a sorrowful expression all over his beautiful features.

“What will happen if you don’t take the treatment anymore?” you said, your voice was barely a whisper.

“I just… My brain will not only forget about people and things that happen in my everyday life,” he said, his voice was barely a whisper too.

“What do you mean?” you asked.

“My brain will forget to breathe, will forget to make my heart beat inside my ribcage,” he said, his voice somehow becoming serious, as if he was sure about what he was saying.

A sudden wave of need and fear spread through your body, you approached him and kissed him passionately, pouring your heart into the kiss, hoping you’d make him change his mind as Jimin told you.

“You can’t leave the treatment. You have to keep living, for yourself, for me Kookster,” you breathed.

He smiled, his lips still touching yours has his hands covered yours, which were caressing his cheeks, your index finger tracing the soft scar he had on one of his cheekbones.

“You hadn’t called me Kookster in a while,” he said, smiling at the soft nickname that one day escaped from your beautiful lips. He smiled at he remembered how you had flushed after saying the nickname. He smiled as he remembered how rosy your cheeks got when you told him how you had been thinking about a nickname for him because Jungkook was just too long.

“I’m being serious, Jungkook,” you said, your tone changing. “If you don’t take the treatment you’ll die. We’re not joking here, we’re talking about your life.”

The smile disappeared from his lips as he understood you were being serious. Nevertheless, you never stopped caressing his cheeks and it comforted him. He wanted you all for himself until the end of his days. He wanted to be selfish, kiss you again and ask you to stay by his side during the journey he was about to take until his last stop. He wanted to have you by his side when everything turned black. But he wanted even more to see you smile. He wanted to see that beautiful, pure smile. He wanted you to be happy, living a long and satisfactory life. He wanted you to become a great nurse.

He was going to take the last doses of his treatment, a stronger one that would keep him alive some more time. How much more? No one knew. Maybe it could be six months, six weeks. Or maybe it could be less than two weeks. No one knew. He wanted to travel. Maybe go to Greece, find Hercules and the tales he loved when he was a kid.

“I can’t stand it anymore, Y/N,” he breathed, moving away from your touch, making your hands fall onto the bed. “Everyone thinks that they know what I’m going through, but no one knows… No one knows what it is to wake up in a strange bed every week, a bed that has always been mine. No one understands what it is like to speak with two people that tell you that you’re their son. It is awful, awful not to remember anything, to see the pain in the eyes of those who love you. It’s awful to then come here, take the treatment and remember all at once. It hits you with so much force you want to throw up, Y/N,” he grabbed your hands in between his. “I’m tired of hurting people and tired of hurting myself. I don’t wanna live another day scared that I would forget something and never again get it back.”

You tasted your salt tears as they slipped into your mouth.

“Don’t cry. I’m sure about this, it’s what I’ve always wanted. If I can’t live a normal life, those around me will be finally able to do so,” he smiled, and his smile wasn’t sad or melancholic, it was pure and radiant, as it had always been. “Did you know that seeing someone reading a book you love is seeing a book recommending a person?”

You sniffled, leaning towards Jungkook’s touch as he caressed your cheeks, whipping away the tears. You nodded a bit as you had heard that phrase before.

“Well, that day at the station, The Name of The Wind recommended you to me,” he whispered, his face getting closer to you. “It was the best recommendation anyone has done to me in my entire life. I don’t regret a thing. I don’t regret making you laugh and laughing at your stupid jokes and conspiracy theories. I don’t regret falling in love with you.”

“And neither do I,” you began to say. “And that’s why you should think twice about not taking the treatment anymore,” he was just about to interrupt you when you noticed, and continued speaking. “I don’t know what you are going through right now, I’ve never experienced anything like that. What I know is that we deserve to be together.”

He sighed. Oh, how he wished you had time to be together. “I know, I know…” his thumb traced circles over the soaked skin of your cheek.“But the thing is that the treatment isn’t working for me anymore. If I keep taking it, maybe I’ll live another year, maybe even two. But there will be one, or two, more awful years living in this body that can’t keep up with me.”

You swallowed. You knew he was right, but you were selfish. You were human after all, and for the human being, death was something to be scared of, not something you were willing to embrace, like Jungkook did.

“I know I’ll remember you until the last of my days,” he said, lifting your head up. “I’ll remember who I love and that’s more than I ever dreamt off. Not even in my sweetest dreams had I ever dreamt about meeting a girl like you.”

How could he forget about you when you were everything he was made of? Every fibre of his body carried your name written on it. Every fibre had your smell, your laugh, your bad and good jokes, your tears, your words, your gazes, your little sniffles. You had given him something he wanted to remember more than anything.

“This is my goodbye, Y/N,” he whispered, his touch felt like daggers as his words stabbed your heart. “I don’t want you to see me at my lowest. I want you to remember the Jungkook that gave you your bookmark back. Look at me. Where are my oversized hoodies? And my muscled thighs that you loved so much?” he softly laughed as he joked.

His laugh felt like daggers, straight to your already broken heart.

You shook your head, stepping away from Jungkook. His hands were the ones that fell onto the bed then.

“You… You can’t just leave me like this,” you murmured, taking small steps back. Everything about him was breaking you. It wasn’t because of his goodbye, or because of his illness. It was because he looked happy, happier than you had ever seen him in fact. He wanted that. He didn’t want to add another comma to his story. He wanted to add a full stop. He wanted not to forget or remember anymore. “I… I can’t, I can’t say you goodbye when my heart’s not ready for letting you go.”

The boy swallowed. He could see the hurt in your eyes and he hated himself for being the cause of it. But he knew he would the hurt in your eyes would be nothing compared to the hurt he saw that morning when he woke up next to you. When he didn’t know who you were. He hated himself as he remembered how he had thought you were just another pretty face. How he had looked into your eyes and had felt nothing, just a strange familiarity. Now, when he looked into your eyes he could see the entire world, his world.

Hi saw cherry blossoms in your eyes, remembering how the light up each time you admired them from the train. Jungkook felt a pang of pain in his chest, knowing he wouldn’t see another cherry tree blossom again. Knowing he wouldn’t see the pink colour of the beautiful flowers reflected in your eyes. Knowing he wouldn’t spend another spring day by your side.

“I can’t let you go, Jungkook. Sorry,” was all you said before looking one last time to the boy’s eyes before sprinting out of the room and into the changing room. You cried, thinking about the unfairness of life. Life was greedy, she wanted the purest souls just for herself.

That night you dreamt about unknown train stations and new destinations, places to visit and fall in love with. About a Thursday afternoon, fallen bookmarks and doe eyes. You dreamt about two young people, rosy cheeks and silly smiles on their faces. They reminded you of someone, but you never saw their faces clearly. Anyway, their faces weren’t what you looked into that night, as you looked into their hearts.

And they were in love.

Over a fallen bookmark on a Thursday afternoon.


You had never been good at sports, let alone running. But as you ran through the corridors of the hospital, without your ordinary clothes still on, you even enjoyed the feeling. You enjoyed the way you created a soft wave of air as you passed by someone, the air playing with their hair, leaving them breathless as they turned around to look at the stupid girl that was running through the hospital’s corridors on a Thursday morning.

But you didn’t care. Maybe it was what people liked about running: it made you feel somehow, free.

The dream you had had the night before was still replaying in your mind, over and over again. Vivid images of the young lovers pushing you towards the familiar room of the hospital.

“Jungkook!” you nearly cried when you stepped into the plain white room. You were breathless from all the running, knowing that day he was returning home. He was leaving to hospital to never come back again.

The boy looked at you wide-eyed, his mouth forming a small “o”.

You run towards him, not even bothering to close the door behind your back. You placed both of your hands on both sides of his face and you leaned in, so you could touch his lips with yours.

Jungkook was confused. When you stepped out of his room the previous day he knew there was a chance that he would never see you again, since he was planning on flying to Greece the next day.

He saw tears in your eyes when you pulled away from him, your noses still touching.

“A year ago, a boy in a skate and an oversized t-shirt handed me this,” you whispered, pulling out the damaged bookmark from your backpack. You handed the rectangular piece of paper to Jungkook, who was still in shock. “And I immediately fell in love with him. Over a fallen bookmark on a Thursday afternoon.”

Jungkook couldn’t hold the tears back anymore as he hugged you and held the bookmark in between his fingers. When you broke the hug, Jungkook took a moment to observe the bookmark. That Thursday, a year ago, he was so dazed because of you that he didn’t take a moment to look at the piece of paper.

It was plain black, your favourite colour. But when he twirled it, he found some small white letters on it.

“Seeing someone reading a book you love is seeing a book recommending a person,” he whispered.

“I wasn’t aware that it was written on my bookmark until I heard you say it yesterday,” you smiled. “Jungkook, you were recommended to me, and I always read those books other people recommend to me. I’m trying to do the same with people.”

“But-” he began to say.

“Yesterday I acted like a selfish little girl. A coward, selfish little girl,” you sighed, interrupting Jungkook and intertwining your hands with his as you had done the previous day. “I’ve never been a coward, I’m not going to act like one now.”

“W… What are you talking about?” the boy looked at you with a frown in his face. You touched the scar on his left cheek, the tip of your finger making goose bumps appear all over his body.

“Even if you decide not to take the treatment anymore, I’ll be by your side. Every single day, and when you don’t remember me, I’ll introduce myself again to you, like I did that Thursday afternoon a year ago,” you said. Your voice was like a soothing balm to him.

“But I told you yesterday that I wanted you to remember the boy from a year ago, not… This one,” he said, the derogatory tone in his voice making you shiver.

“This boy is the same boy I met a year ago. Nothing has changed, just your physical appearance,” you whispered, your hands still caressing his. “Do you really think I’m that frivolous?”

He shook his head. Clearly, you weren’t understanding what he was trying to say. “When I told you in the train that I wanted to save you the heartbreak, I meant it. I pushed you away from me because I don’t wanna hurt you-” you opened your mouth as if going to interrupt him, but he shushed you. “I’m gonna die, Y/N. I don’t know if it’ll be in two months, six or just one week. It is going to be a tough journey and I don’t wanna drag anyone down with me.”

You finally interrupted him because you couldn’t keep your mouth shut anymore. “I know what I’m signing up for Jungkook, and I don’t care.”

“You think you don’t care because that morning when I looked at you and I didn’t recognise you, you thought I had been drunk the night before, or that I was just lying to you to avoid you. But you don’t know what is like to love someone that loves you back, but sometimes forget about it. You don’t know what is like to look at me in the eyes and see a stranger there. It destroyed my parents, I don’t want it to destroy you too,” he said. But you had thought about it, about it all.

“I think you’re underestimating me, Jeon Jungkook,” you said. Of course you knew you’d hurt, that there would be more bad days than good ones. That you wouldn’t be the same at the end of it all. But you knew too, that you loved Jungkook with all your heart, and you wanted to spend his last days with him, no matter if they were twenty, six months or an entire year.

“You just deserve someone who can love you until the end of your days, someone that can be there with you every single morning, waking un by your side and remembering your face…” his voice cracked at the end.

“Jungkook don’t say that,” you said, raspy voice and furious tears running down your cheeks. Jungkook tried approaching you to wipe away your tears, but you took a step away. “I’ll love you until the end of my days and even if you don’t remember me, you will still love me deep inside you.”

The boy you had fallen in love with, nearly a year ago shook his head. “You know that’s not how this works. If I keep doing this, if we keep doing this, I’ll bury you down with me,” he took a deep breath. “Maybe I won’t love you until the end of your days, but I’ll love you until the end of mine, but that’s not enough for you.”

You looked at him in the eye, making all his walls fall down. “That’s more than enough for me.”


It was a sweet autumn, the sweetest you have ever lived, in fact.

You learned to love the orange and brown colours that decorated the nearly naked threes of Seoul as you learned to love by Jungkook’s side. Being by his side was like a constant lesson. You learned from him and in exchange, he learned from you. From your lively eyes and your bright smile. He learned from the girl he loved that time was precious, even if you had a little left. That you could make the most out of anything if you really wanted to. And so he did.

He made the most out of the little time he had left.

A week after Jungkook was discharged from the hospital, you finally convinced him to let you fly with him to Greece. You’d have to skip university and the internship, but you didn’t care. The long journey by plane from Seoul to Greece reminded you of those Thursday afternoons you shared with him in the train on your way home. You spoke, laughed, read… You were that young couple everyone observed in the train, with yearning eyes from past memories.

You learned that Jungkook loved the ancient mythology, its myths and characters. He told you the tales of Aquiles, of Hercules, Troy and its wooden horse. You loved how his entire face lit up whenever he spoke about something he loved, with so much passion, pouring his heart in everything he loved. But the thing you loved the most about it all, was how his entire face lit up whenever he looked at you, or smiled at you, or just whenever he said your name.

Every day, when you would arrive to the hotel after an exhausting day, he would sit on the bed, writing what had happened that day on his notebook.

He had his bad and his good days. You would love to say that there were more good days than bad ones, but you’d be lying to yourself.

As days went by, Jungkook started to feel how something slipped away from him, little by little. That something slipped through his fingers and he couldn’t do anything to stop it. Whenever you kissed him, he would come back to you. Whenever you made love to him, he would come back to you. Whenever you traced your fingers over his skin, slightly stopping at his little moles that you called stars, he would come back to you.

You made him make the most out of the little time he had left.

But not everything was ideal and rosy. There were days when you would wake up to a crying Jungkook in the bathroom, covered in sweat and scared. Scared because he didn’t know where he was, why he was in Greece or who was that girl that was comforting him with such love in her beautiful eyes. You would try to cover the pain each time Jungkook looked at you with those oblivious eyes, knowing that he just needed time to come back to you. As he would read his notebook in the bathtub, you would cry in the balcony of your hotel room, trying to hide your tears from Jungkook.

There were days when you were just walking around the ancient city, or having dinner at some cozy restaurant, and he would suddenly look at you with a frown on his face. He would start crying and shouting like a little lost boy, calling for his parents, his friends. He would yell towards you. “Who are you?” “Why am I here?”. After you would give him his medicine, he would calm down and he would let you take him to the hotel, where he would break down, apologizing to you as everything he had done came back to his mind again.

That hurt more than the oblivious eyes, the screams or the tears. The way Jungkook hurt each time he came back to you, crashed you down into pieces, pieces he would later put back into place as he kissed you, made love to you and reminded you how much he loved you as he pushed into you.

By the time you returned to Seoul, it was already winter.

Winter, nevertheless, wasn’t as sweet as autumn was.

Jungkook was worst each day. Not only physically, but mentally. He kept coming back to you after each episode of amnesia, but you started realising he wasn’t fully coming back to you. A part of him stayed behind each time.

He began being colder and distant towards you, without even realising it. He could feel it too, that missing part of him that had stayed behind since the last episode of amnesia. All the hurt, all the tears, the cries, the shouting, disappeared as he began to feel nothing.

Winter was bitter and cold, just like the wind and the snow that covered Seoul.

Happy memories with Jungkook started lessening and now you can only remember one.

You had just stepped out of the hospital after a tough day of internship when you noticed the tall and lean figure waiting for you outside.

“Kookster?” you said, your voice trembling a bit.

Even though you saw him every day, you never knew which Jungkook you would be facing. That night, the smile he directed towards you let you know he was him, your Jungkook. You ran towards him and he kissed you with force. Something in him knew that night would be his last night with you, not physically, but mentally. Something in you, knew that too.

He insisted on blindfolding you with his scarf and you gave in, smiling as he led you with his hands placed on your hips. He didn’t stop talking to you, so you couldn’t guess where he was leading you. But when he came to a stop and his hands left your hips, you immediately recognised where you were. The noise, the wind, the smell…

And you suddenly heard it, the loud impact of hard wheels making contact with the ground. You smiled as a soft wave of air played with your hair.

As he passed by your side, on his skate, he observed you as much as he could, knowing that it would probably be his last chance to do so. He felt like he was falling in love with you all over again.  

“You can take it off,” he said, making you jump a bit as you didn’t expect him to be so close to you.

When you took his scarf off, you saw Jungkook holding a notebook in his hands.

“Hey, sorry. I think you dropped this,” he said, repeating the exact same words he said to you the first time.

You smiled and blinked a few times, stopping the tears to fall down your face. “I think that’s not mine, sorry.”

“Oh, but now it is,” he said, smiling at you, with that bunny smile you hadn’t seen in a while.

With a wide smile, you grabbed the notebook, but before you could open it, he put his hands over you to stop you from doing so.

“Save it for later, we have a train to take,” he said, as the train entered the station. As it came to a stop, the air it created, played with yours and Jungkook’s hairs. You understood what he meant with “later”.

He took you to a restaurant you both loved in your neighbourhood. You chatted, both of you forgetting about everything: about winter, about time, about his disease…  You were looking at each other, both with silly smiles on your faces. You smiled widely when you thought about what someone would think if they looked at you both in that moment. They’d probably see a boy and a girl whose life had just started, young and beautiful, falling in love under the dim lights of the Italian restaurant. And oh, they’d be right, for you were so in love with each other.

That night, as Jungkook made love to you for the last time, you both took you sweet time caressing each other’s skin. Love words were exchanged between the young lovers, their ephemeral love story coming to an end. You looked at his dark, loving eyes for the last time. He kissed your rosy lips for the last time, taking his time to caress every inch of your body, to listen to your moans and your voice whispering his name, wanting to remember you with everything he had.

Jungkook never came back to you after that night. His eyes never recognised you anymore, even though you knew his heart did. Each day, when you visited him, you introduced yourself as his friend. He would be nice to you, but that would be all. He was weaker, thinner and paler as days went by.

Jungkook left you and the rest of the world on a Thursday afternoon, cherry trees had bloomed again and pink cherry blossoms decorated Seoul’s streets. As you walked towards his funeral with Paula and Rae, you smiled. He had an unique way of doing things, even leaving the world, making sure everyone remembered him like he hadn’t been able to do. He lived in everyone’s minds and hearts. Making sure you remembered him and that he lived forever in your mind and heart. And how could he not? He was the love of your live, and he would always be.

That night you opened his notebook, finding your bookmark on the first page.

“To Y/N, who I hope always remembers me.”

You didn’t cry, nor did you feel sad. You fondly smiled as you read Jungkook’s memories.

***

He came to you like the air comes into the train station after the fast arriving of the machine.

It comes fast and unexpected, making you hoist your head to look at the long vehicle and the people inside. It is so fast you can’t even distinguish the different wagons.

As the train comes to a stop, the wind that it creates plays with your hair, leaving you breathless.

That’s how Jeon Jungkook came into your life.

That’s how Jeon Jungkook left it too.

anonymous asked:

djsnakaoqka your 70s kai au killed me!! are you thinking of doing a blast to the past au for bts too? lol i'm in love with the idea of bts in the 70s

a special friend of mine really likes the idea of roller disco!jimin so here he is~

  • is the most famous disco skater in town,,,like if you say his name everyone in the rooms like of course we know him, he knows how to boogie!
  • and jimin,,,,,,although he’s basically infamous,,,,is still as shy and polite as they come
  • holding up doors for old ladies and getting red when someone pays him a compliment 
  • but when he’s skating,,,,to music,,,,,,,it’s like he’s completely different person
  • with his high-waisted corduroy’s, shimmery long shirts, and scarves,,,,,like he’s a boy to die for,,,,,,,
  • hoseok’s always saying “doesn’t jimin have a body like a brick house!” and jimin is like heY ,,,, dont make me all embarrassed and hoseok is like sorry cat but it’s true!! the ladies lo-
  • yoongi: hoseok if u dont shut ur damn trap we’re gonna have to book it down the hall when the principal hears you 
  • and when he comes to the rink everyone’s always egging him on to dance,,,,asking the DJ to play a kool & the gang song and going “c’mon jimmy do us a solid and show us your moves!”
  • jimin seems a little flustered,,but the second the song is on he’s ready and the entire place can’t help to start dancing when he does because he just makes it look so damn addictive
  • and you know jimin,,,,,,,it’s hard not to, but you don’t expect that once you get a job at the roller rink that you’re going to become the apple of jimin’s eye (but you do hehe)
  • because the minute you start working concession there on the weekends,,,,jimin cannot stop looking at you
  • you don’t notice it much,,, because you’re busy with serving soda and snacks to rowdy teenagers and lovestruck couples
  • but everyone else can see it,,,,,,,especially jimin’s buddies who keep nudging him and telling him to go over and talk to you
  • but also,,,,,jimin stops skating
  • because he ends up sitting across the rink daydreaming about you,,,,with your nice hair and sparkling eyes and,,,,,,,all around cute personality
  • jungkook once plays a trick and goes over to get some food only to come back and be like “told them you were digging them jimin, go over there and get their number you fry!”
  • jimin had bolted upright and almost tripped over his skates because no no nO jungkook you didn’t?????
  • jungkook, shoving his face full of fries was like “pSYCHE, but you should have seen the look on your face!!! seriously though, they seem cool go talk to them”
  • jimin just sits back down, shaking his head,,,,,,everyone sighing and trying to get him to at least get in the rink and skate
  • but he’s,,,,,,entranced by you,,,,,,,,,
  • jin: don’t you think this is too much
  • taehyung: right on,,,,,but what can we do?
  • you,,,,obliviously keep doing your job until you notice something seems off the last couple of days
  • people,,,,,aren’t having as much fun,,,,,,,,,and you ask the manager to switch up the music but he claims he’s playing all the best hits but then what is it?????
  • that’s when you spot jimin,,,,leaning against the rink,,,,,,but not dancing or skating
  • frowning, you get your own skates on and skate across the rink, tapping him on the shoulder
  • turning around, jimin nearly chokes on his words when he sees you up close and you’re like “this place is a drag, we need your moves!” 
  • jimin feels the heat rise to his face and he’s like “,,,,thanks,,,but i,,,,,,just wanna hang loose till the others-”
  • you pull his hand and slowly jimin stands up with a confused look on his face and you’re like “c’mon, the tunes aren’t too bad - let me see you work that magic!”
  • jimin blinks,,,,pretty sure his entire face goes red and he’s like “i,,,,this song-”
  • you yell out of your shoulder “play some MJ!” and grinning back at jimin you motion for him to start
  • the song blares through the rink and bored looking teenagers start to move,,,,just a bit and jimin wants to say something but,,,,the music,,,,,,,,,
  • and soon enough you see him, fluid like water, dancing around the rink doing twirls and moves you thought weren’t possible on skates
  • and he’s dancing circles around you, making you grin under the turning neon lights of the rink
  • and around you other couples and teens are dancing too
  • jimin reaches out and you take his hand, the two of you spinning on your skates and grinning at each other
  • when the song ends,,,,you look at jimin and you’re like “groovy, let’s do it again!”
  • jimin nods and pulls you closer this time,,,,stuttering out a “is this ok??”
  • you move his hands to be on your hips and smile even wider 
  • “it’s better than ok, it’s slammin’!”
  • as you and jimin dance around the rink hoseok skates by too and goes 
  • “i think im looking at disco royalty, you two are super cute!”
  • blushing jimin tries to reach out and grab him, but you pull jimin back over to you and kiss the tip of his nose making him almost lose his footing as you wink and skate toward the center of the rink
  • and jimin thinks,,,,this is what all those disco love songs are about - this feeling right here hehe

anonymous asked:

RFA + V + Saeran reacting to an MC who just got stung by a wasp or bee? I recently got stung by a wasp and now my hand is all swollen ^^;;

Oh no! I consider myself lucky because I have yet to bee stung (hahahahah get it) and I hope I never will that shit looks painful T.T Did you clean the wound properly? Apparently honey really helps to soothe stings, but don’t use it if you’re allergic! I hope you get better soon ~




YOOᔕᑌᑎG:

Happened to my bro when he was like 8, we were in my Gradmother’s garden and wanted to catch butterflies, so my bro saw a bumblebee and he was like “it’s fuzzy, colorful, and flies…therefore it’s a butterfly” bless his soul

  • Summer had arrived, and with it came a clear, breezy day, that weather where the sun warms you up but the wind cools you down at just the right moment
  • It was a perfect time to go butterfly catching
  • So collected your net, sunscreen, food, and one (1) Yoosung before precipitating yourself towards a nearby park
  • Tbh he didn’t really want to participate because he’s scared of hurting the butterflies oh my god hold me back this boy is so precious
  • But he was fine cheering you on from the sidelines, after all your happiness is his happiness
  • It wasn’t long before you spotted a Monarch butterfly perched atop a nearby flower bush, and in one fell swoop, you catch it in your net
  • Yoosung is like woah that’s my girl look at her what a pro
  • But you hadn’t thought that there might be other small critters lying among the flowers
  • So as you reached over to close the net, you felt a sharp pain in the meaty part of your palm
  • Yoosung appeared right beside you before you could even start to cry, pulling an emergency med kid out of his backpack as he took your hand in his and begins to treat your wound
  • “It’s okay, don’t cry,” he said, kissing your brow.  Although Yoosung was a bit nervous since the love of his life was in pain, his words were so soft and soothing that as they washed over you, the pain gradually faded and you were left with nothing but the warmth of his hand over yours
  • For the next few days, Yoosung constantly checked up on you, and told you to limit the use of your hand
  • He applied ointment to prevent any swelling and discomfort, and basically just took such good care of you the wound vanished in a few days
  • You lowkey wanted to become an animal just so that you could visit Doctor Yoosung and have him treat you


ᘔEᑎ:

  • It was quite simple really, you were crouched in front of a flower bed, smelling their sweet fragrance, while Zen sat beside you, thinking about how much you looked like a flower fairy
  • But then a bee sorta plopped onto your thigh, and in your surprise, you tried to brush it off, but the bee ended up stinging you before it fell onto the ground
  • Your yelp of pain brought Zen back from his reverie, and he cradled you against his chest, asking you why you were suddenly crying
  • Babe I think something stung me and it really hurts
  • He went from 1 to 100 real quick, his eyes blazing in fury as he tried to find The Villainous One Who Injured My Princess™
  • He’s all like @ bee: (ง'̀-‘́)ง come at me u ‘lil bitch
  • Zen the bee is already quite dead
  • He whisked you away towards the nearest first aid station, and held onto you the entire time you were getting the sting cleaned up and covered
  • Insisted that he carry you home, because he seemed to be under the impression that if you walked, your leg might fall off
  • Once you got home, he placed you on the couch and ordered you to stay put for the rest of the day
  • But he knelt before you and…
  • Being the romantic bastard (I use this word in a nice way here don’t hate me) he is, Zen lifted your leg up to his lips and kissed the bandage
  • “From now on, I will not lose to anything.  No human, nor bug, nor any other formidable foe will ever hurt you again, be they large or small.”
  • I mean as sweet as that sounds, just imagine Zen hovering around you with an aerosol can in his hand whenever you go outside, constantly spraying bug repellent everywhere so it just sorta hangs around you like a cloud
  • Are you trying to poison me Zen do you really wanna pull some Romeo and Juliet shit Zen are you really that dramatic Zen


ᒍᗩEᕼEE:

  • At first, the both of you thought that adding tables outside the cafe for customers to use was a good idea
  • But neither of you thought of the horrible things leftover sweets attracted
  • One day, while you were clearing up a table littered with half-eaten cake on a side not who dares not finish their cake why would you even consider such a thing???, you picked up a plate an immediately dropped it after feeling something stabbing your finger
  • The plate shattered against the ground, and you felt your heart beating in your index finger
  • Jaehee never heard you cuss so loud
  • She rushed outside to see what all the commotion was about, and saw you clutching your hand, face red and eyes watering
  • Now Jaehee is smart, with just a single look, she can tell exactly what’s wrong
  • Baehee ushered you inside, telling you not to worry about the plate, not to worry about your finger, not to worry about anything because she is there and will take care of you
  • She apologized to the customers, saying that she had something important to take care of, and wouldn’t be available for a few minutes
  • In a flash, she had everything laid out and ready to use, carefully pulling out the wasp’s stinger, wrapping a hand towel around your finger before giving you ice
  • You felt bad for disrupting both of your work, but she again told you to stop fretting
  • She made you stay behind for half an hour, until the ice was almost completely gone, before allowing you to come back again
  • Though she insisted that you only use one had , and limit yourself to the smaller tasks
  • When you both went home that day, Jaehee settled you on her couch and declared that she was going to feed you herself
  • But Jaehee I have two hands you know
  • She wouldn’t hear any of it though
  • “Fine, then how about you use your other hand to feed me in turn?”
  • It turned into a fluff fest and ended with both of you giggling hard, chocolate pudding smeared across both of your faces, cheeks flushed, that day’s incident long forgotten 
  • Mmh and then Jaehee offered to “clean up” the pudding on your face, and so another sort of fest begun


ᒍᑌᗰIᑎ:

  • I’m like 700% sure that he’s already safe-proofed his entire penthouse
  • There are no bugs, no critters to be seen anywhere, even out in the garden, the only insects you see are the harmless ones
  • I guess with money, anything really is possible
  • EXCEPT, bees
  • Jumin was aware how important bees were for the environments as well as his garden, so he allowed the existence of bees to continue in his otherwise no-bug haven
  • But this led him to the fake belief that bees were completly harmless creatures
  • I mean for the most part they are but accidents still occur
  • And an accident was exactly what happened when you wandered too close to a bee hive
  • Luckily, you managed to escape with only one sting (actually I heard that even if you aren’t allergic at first, if you’re stung multiple times you can develop an allergy and die???) but it still caused enough pain to make you tear up
  • Jumin Mental Equation: You+Crying+Swollen Arm= MC has a fatal illness
  • Rushed you to the hospital despite your complains
  • Jumin I need tweezers and an ice pack, not an X-Ray and an IV
  • Did feel a bit embarrassed when the doctor told  him it’s just a bee sting
  • He had his arm around you the entire day after that, except when you fell asleep in the afternoon
  • When you woke up, Jumin was nowhere to be seen
  • The guards said he was in the garden
  • As you approached that place, you heard his voice talking to someone
  • You peaked around the corner and
  • Ju MIN??!
  • This dude was wearing a beekeeper outfit, in a cutesy kitten pattern to boot
  • But what shocked you the most was that he was trying to have a discussion with the bee hive
  • Or maybe, telling the bees off for hurting you was more accurate
  • Which did nothing but aggravate said bees, who were now swarming around him in a rather angry manner
  • Jumin you’re an absolute dork but that’s part of the reason why I adore you so much


ᐯ:

  • Really though, unless he’s there with you when it happens, the blind man will not notice your injuries, even if you happened to get your head chopped off
  • That’s really sad actually
  • When you were out in the garden tending he flowers and got stung by a wasp, it hurt, but you were adamant about not letting V find out
  • Imagine how he would feel if you got hurt but he wasn’t there beside you?
  • So you were biting your lip, fighting back tears as you rushed to treat yourself, when V came in
  • “Sweetheart? What are you doing?” he asked after hearing you rummaging around in the cabinets for tweezers.
  • “Ah, um, nothing!”
  • He reached out for you, and instinctively you did the same
  • V’s fingers brushed against your swelling forearm, and felt you flinch away
  • He froze
  • “”Did you…did you injure yourself?”
  • “It’s…it’s nothing major, just a wasp sting.”
  • “Oh my God, MC I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry I didn’t realize before, I’m so sorry I didn’t notice your pain.
  • The poor boy looked like he was about to cry, and clutched at his fkn gorgeous hair in distress
  • See this is exactly what I mean the poor man blames himself too much
  • You assured him that it was all okay, that you knew how to take care of your own wounds, and that if he wanted to make you feel better, he could stay near you
  • But after that incident, V suddenly decided to get the surgery
  • “What happens if something like this happens again,” he said, “I want to be able to prevent you from getting hurt again.”


ᔕᗩEYOᑌᑎG:

This happened to my friend in the same situation (except it was in a towel fort me and my friends had made),  we all found it so hilarious that even though she was crying from the pain, she still laughed along with us. What a touching story excuse me while I wipe away my tears

  • You managed to convince him to go to a public pool with you
  • Now this place had a really big grassy area with lots of shade, so you decide to sit down
  • But unluckily for you, you only wore your bathing suit and had your towel wrapped around your shoulders
  • And even more unluckily for you, there was a bumblebee bumbling around in your choice area to sit
  • Naturally, the little fuzzy fella was squashed to death, but not before his stinger was neatly lodged in your butt cheek
  • SEVEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FUCKING OWWWW!!!!!!
  • The Defender of Justice Magically Appears!! He just kind of blinked at you while you were feeling up your butt tho
  • “Do you need some help with that, miss?”
  • Immediately became concerned when he saw you crying though, and pulled you into a tight embrace
  • “Honey what’s wrong?”
  • “S-Seven…I think I sat on a bumblebee.”
  • You felt him tense up
  • Then you felt him start to quiver
  • Bastard you better not be doing what I think you’re doing
  • Sure enough, Seven was trying to suppress his laughter, but when you pouted at him, he just couldn’t hold it in anymore
  • “Ahahaha! You sat on a bumblebee! I wonder what the view was like from down there…what did it see in it’s last moments? I bet it was a glorious sight to behold.”
  • You cheeky bastard pun 117% intended
  • Rest assured though, he gave you the best first aid care, especially given the location of your wound
  • After all was said done, Seven sighed wistfully and said, “But in all honesty, letting a bumblebee go somewhere so private…are you sure you weren’t having an affair?” also reference 249% intended
  • “No?”
  • “Good,” he says, leaning closer to your ear. “You better not bee.”
  • That night y’all watched The Bee Movie and he frequently whispered “That could be us but you playin’.”
  • What exactly he was insinuating, you did not know.


ᔕᗩEᖇᗩᑎ:

  • You went out to his favorite ice cream stall on a sweltering summer day
  • He went back for seconds while you waited at a nearby bench
  • Your hair fell over your shoulder as you leaned forward towards your half-eaten cone, so you lifted a hand to brush the locks back and –
  • OUCH!
  • You hadn’t noticed, but a sneaky wasp had flown into your hair, and you’d accidentally squished it a bit between your hair and collarbone
  • Real talk: when you get any sort of injury directly over bone, it fucking hurts
  • So when Saeran came back to see you crying, he was floored
  • Did I make her wait too long? Did someone hurt her? Did- wait what the hell is that?
  • He took one look at the swelling on your collarbone and decided that someone had tried to kill you
  • Ah Saeran, I’ve met a lot of people before who jump to the most unlikely conclusions possible but you reaaally take the cake
  • Though your tears weren’t something he wanted to see, so anxiously he patted your head and asked what happened
  • You explained to him, that you think you were stung by a wasp
  • Like Zen, Saeran looked around, trying to find someone to fight
  • Saeran who gives a damn about the wasp this sting hurts like a bitch
  • Tol bean wasn’t sure what to do though. There wasn’t no one to beat up, he he didn’t know how to take care of a wasp sting, and your crying was just making him want to cry
  • So Saeran, in a flurry, grabbed your hand and pulled you closer to him
  • “It’s okay,” he said, “I know someone who can help. Just hang in there, okay?”
  • Saeran pls stop talking like I’m mortally wounded
  • With that he took off at break-neck speed in the direction of who knows where, pulling you along in his wake but shit this guy can go
  • Yeah, you still felt the throbbing pain beneath your neck, but Saeran ran so fast your were practically flying through the air behind him
  • A few minutes later, you found yourself at Yoosung’s doorstep, Saeran spamming the doorbell until a disheveled looking ray of sunshine boy opened the door
  • Without much grace due to his sheer panic, Saeran shoved you in front of him and yelled, “Please, help me! I don’t know what to do!”
  • When things calmed down a bit and the circumstances explained, Yoosung showed Saeran how to clean a sting wound, how to properly remove a leftover stinger as well as remedies to soothe the affected area
  • Yoosung teaching Saeran new thing, and Saeran absorbing it all with shining eyes was a really effective painkiller
  • Lol it was almost worth getting stung just to witness this moment 
I’ve been thinking ~ J.A.

A/N: I WROTE SOME ANGST FOR Y’ALLSO BUCKLE THE FUCK UP (pls keep in my mind I'm new to this and have no fucking clue what I’m doing) PLEASE DON’T KILL ME BECAUSE OF THE ENDING I MIGHT DO A PART 2 IF YOU GUYS REALLY WANT IT IDK LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK. keep in mind this is fictional and I don’t know anything about Jack. THANKS AGAIN TO MY GIRLIE @nightsspentthinking for proofreading, you’re the best ily

REQUESTED? : @horan-laurie requested a jack imagine so I’m here to deliver. Hope you like it, love!  (blame everyone that told me to make it angst instead of fluff if you’re not okay after reading this)

SUMMARY:  Your 1 year anniversary with your boyfriend Jack is coming up and you couldn’t be happier about it until you get some shocking news and things go horribly wrong and someone gets hurt.

It was a rainy day in November and you were sitting in front of your fireplace with a big mug of coffee and your favorite book that you had read a billion times, but still made you smile like it did the first time. Your phone buzzed and you saw it was a text from your boyfriend Jack. You and Jack had been together for quite a while, and your one year anniversary was actually coming up really soon, two days to be exact. You had already taken the day off from work to go surprise Jack on your anniversary and take him out to dinner. You were so stoked to take him to his favorite restaurant and just spend time with him. Excited to see what Jack had to say you unlock your phone and go look at the message. “Hey Y/N can you come over?” it read. Eager to see your favorite person in the world, you immediately text back that you’ll be over in 20 minutes and after that, you run upstairs to change out of your sweats into something cute. Once you throw on something you think looks somewhat decent and cute you grab your bag and get into the car.

When you get to the house and ring the doorbell Jack opens the door and greets you, but something was off. He seemed distant unlike usual. You had to admit it upset you a little but you shake it off thinking he might just be having a bad day. After about 30 minutes of talking, he still seems a little distant and you can’t take it any longer. “Jack, are you okay? You seem kind of out of it.” He looks up at you and swallows hard. “I’ve actually been meaning to talk to you about something”. Suddenly you get very anxious, a million thoughts and scenarios going through your mind and your heart sank to your stomach. He has never been this serious and you had no idea what he could possibly want to talk about. You take a deep breath and look him straight in the eyes “You know you can tell me anything right? I’m always here for you”. You give him a sympathetic smile but he can read the concern in your eyes. “You might want to sit down for this Y/N”. You have a feeling where the conversation might go but you pray it’ll turn out to be about something else. All you manage to get out is a whispered “okay” before sitting down next to Jack on the couch.

“Okay so uh…we need to talk” he says as he looks down at the floor. You feel the world around you crumble as you start realizing that in fact, what you were afraid of was happening. ‘We need to talk’ is not a sentence that ends well you think to yourself. You rub the back of your neck a little with your right hand and sigh. “Go on Jack, just say it. Don’t beat around the bush”. He shuffles and he finally makes eye contact. He takes a deep breath and tries to grab your hand, but you pull away scared of what he’s about to tell you. “I’ve been thinking this over and this…this was never going to work out”. You feel your eyes burn and you fight the urge to cry, you were not going to let him see you cry. You put your head in your hands for a second, trying to think of a response. When you finally do speak up all you can say is: “How long have you felt this way?” 

He stays quiet for a while but when he breaks the silence all he says is: “about a month”. You can practically hear your fragile heart shatter into a million pieces, but you try to hold your head up high. “I thought things were going great” is all you managed to get out. “You can’t tell me that you haven’t thought about it too Y/N.” Your puzzled expression at his words quickly turns into an angry one. “What is that supposed to mean?” “Oh come on we barely see each other anymore, it’s just not gonna last and you know it”. Offended by his words you snap back, “You and I both know we don’t see each other because of the tour. I’ve tried calling you every night but you’re just super busy all of the time and I’ve accepted that you’re doing your thing and chasing your dream, so don’t you dare pin this on me, Avery”. “Listen, I never meant to hurt you and I’m not pinning this on you, don’t make me out to be the bad guy”. “I just don’t understand Jack, I gave you everything” you exclaim fighting the tears. “I just feel like we’ve grown apart” he looks down not wanting to face you. “Why did you have to wait 2 days before our anniversary to tell me this huh why didn’t you do it a month ago?” “It’s not that easy Y/N”. You feel your fists clench “why is it not that easy Jack? I loved you and you couldn’t even be honest with me about your feelings, only to tear me apart two days before our fucking anniversary” while you exclaimed the last few words your voice cracked, you didn’t want to cry because you were too damn prideful to give into it, but it was getting harder and harder. “Well, what did you expect? Did you think I would tell you the instant I thought about it? I didn’t want to feel like this but I do” he almost yells at you. “I just don’t understand how you can keep up the whole charade, making me think we were fine while you wanted to break up with me and I was head over heels for you?” You look down not wanting to look at him in fear of crying if you do. “Well, what do you want me to say? do you want me to lie and say I still love you?”. That comment hit you hard, it was like a stab in the back. “Fine we’re done, I hate you, Jack Avery. I never want to see you again” you grab your stuff and storm out, not wanting to hear what the curly haired boy had to say. You slam the front door before getting in your car and blasting the radio at 100% volume. With that, you drive off into the night. 

Your vision starts to blur from the tears, they’re not even sad tears at this point, you’re just angry. Angry that you didn’t realize how Jack felt, that he had been distant for much longer and most importantly for letting him break your heart. At this point, you had begun sobbing and in the split second it took you to wipe your tears away, it was already too late. You hadn’t realized that while crying you had slightly swerved into the next lane and before you can react to the honking and headlights coming closer to you, everything becomes a blur and then it happens you crash into the other vehicle and everything goes black. You can still vaguely hear a voice yell at you in the distance “are you okay? I’m going to call 911 stay with me please”. You want to respond but you’re unable to, after a while you hear the sirens of the ambulance and they break open your car to get you out. “Ma'am? Are you still with us?” You hear one of the paramedics say but you’re still not able to respond. It’s like you’re trapped, your vision is blurred and you can’t speak but you can still hear voices in the distance. “You hear one of the paramedics say something along the lines of ‘call her emergency contact’ to someone.  "Jack” you think. You try to focus on what the paramedic is saying but you can’t quite catch everything. “Good evening sir, this is Robert Hale I’m a paramedic and I’m calling about an accident that has happened…you’re the emergency contact for the victim miss Y/L/N she’s in a very bad state” you can’t hear the rest of the conversation but you did hear the last sentence, you weren’t able to respond in any way but for some reason you still felt a tear roll down your cheek as you heard the paramedic say what would be the last thing you heard before blacking out completely: “okay well you have the address of the hospital if you change your mind, sir”. 

anonymous asked:

ahhh I absolutely ADORE your blog <3 it's so hard to find a good writing blog for p101 so I'm really glad to have found yours :DDD can I request a prince au ong seongwoo? I hope it's not too difficult ;;;

  • prince ong seongwoo
  • aka national treasure’s seongwoo
  • worldwide heartthrob & a perfect bachelor 
  • wherever he goes, he’s winning hearts with a simple wave or smile and turning heads 360 degrees as they swoon over his complete visuals and warm aura
  • “nice to meet you ma’am/sir” always polite as fck because all those manner lessons from childhood don’t go to waste
  • the type of prince who never looks down and is always humble… on the outside
  • when he’s enclosed inside the castle, in his room, with his brothers and best friends or in front of his parents… he’s a total snob
  • “yah can’t you do this right?” he would say with a condescending tone as he raises one brow lightly with emotionless eyes
  • maids would gossip about how double faced he is but when they try to spread the news outside the castle walls, no one would believe because he’s ‘ong seongwoo’
  • prince seongwoo is always courteous, warm and well-mannered 
  • everyone who lives outside the castle walls will always deny bad rumours about him
  • and then the people who started the rumours would disappear without a trace…
  • “I’m tired of you. out.” a total womaniser
  • he goes through women like students go through their textbooks- skimming through the pages
  • never settles with one person and dislikes long term relationships because it’ll get ‘boring’
  • doesn’t like things if it’s boring or is a no jam
  • always there for the fun
  • when he meets you, the only daughter of a high-class noble, at the annual ball, your first impression of him was very naive and innocent
  • “it’s a pleasure to meet you miss (y/n)” he would smile before giving a gentlemanly bow 
  • “may I please myself with a single dance, my lady?” he would struck up, all fancy
  • you would be blushing and excited “y-yes! of course!”
  • seongwoo would smile in response, his eyes a little too dark
  • after the dance, exactly one dance, he excused himself and disappeared into the crowd
  • thinking he has other affairs to attend to, you assured him that it was of no worries and continued greeting other acquaintances 
  • after feeling a bit stuffy inside the hall for a good three hours or so, you decided to take a relaxing walk around the lonely gardens
  • just as you were about to turn around the corner, you hear a giggle and soft moans coming from a female source
  • blushing, your imaginations went wild and you got ahead of yourself without much thoughts
  • peeking slightly, you see two dark shadows entangled with one another, heated up in a passionate lip lock 
  • “oh god prince seongwoo” the lady counterpart breathed out
  • you blinked
  • what
  • ong seongwoo?
  • prince seongwoo?
  • the guy whom you just danced with?
  • that innocent deer?
  • WHAT?
  • shocked, you tripped over yourself as you tried to back away
  • with sharp instincts, seongwoo detected the sound from meters away and made a swift turn 
  • the corners of his lips turn into a brutal smirk as he lets go of the female in front of him without a word and strutted towards you
  • instincts kicking in, your flight mode activated as you ran into the gardens in an attempt of an escape
  • seongwoo sighs in an annoyed manner and follows you casually
  • you turned right and left and right and in different angles to try and lose him
  • once you turn around and made sure he isn’t there, you hid in a small corner and crawled into a ball- catching your breath
  • “aw did our little lady exhaust herself?” a voice whispered from RIGHT beside you
  • you let out a shriek and tried scrambled away, only to be locked into position by the male whom you’ve been running away from
  • “I-i didn’t see anything I swear!” you shut your eyes and ended in denial
  • seongwoo smirked once again and turned his head while popping his lips together “hmm yeah I really do hate liars”
  • you shut your eyes harder “I sw-swear I won’t tell anyone!” 
  • “oh of course you won’t” 
  • and that was how you became prince seongwoo’s personal slave.. or assistant in other people’s eyes
  • he would keep 24/7 guard on you that you no longer live with your parents and is now permanently trapped in the castle
  • “why are you doing this to me?” you complained as you held a heavy stack of books while walking behind the sadistic prince
  • “why? because I can” seongwoo comments without a glance
  • when he leaves you to rearrange the whole castle library and only to find you asleep with arms crossed on the desk and head resting on top of it, a smile plays itself on his lips
  • “oh seongwoo hyung!” prince jihoon comes in with eyes landing on you “oh~ that’s the girl you were interested in at the ball!” he hyped up
  • seongwoo raised a hand “you’re going to wake her up idiot”
  • jihoon nods in part fear “why is she here?”
  • “caught me doing stuff people shouldn’t see”
  • jihoon places a hand on his mouth “did you ..do it in public?”
  • ong rolls his eyes in disbelief “no”
  • “but that’s strange… you don’t usually keep people around”
  • “she’s pretty that’s all”

Originally posted by onqs

to be honest I’m ending this on a quick note because it’s getting too long! If any of you want to see pt.2 of prince ong please request it in (when the inbox is open!) and maybe I’ll do a series with other wanna one member and perhaps some pd101 boys :3 COUGHYOUNGMINCOUGHYONGGUKcOUGHJONGHYUNcougH

long distance relationship // johnny

Originally posted by jeongyunos

a/n: come on he’s literally so boyfriend i’m screaming

  • chicago bOI
  • you and johnny were really good friends back in chicago before he left for korea
  • and you always kept in touch with him
  • as technology evolved and emailing people for leisure became ancient traditions you and him start texting 24/7, and video calling from time to time if it was possible
  • you guys always have something to talk about it never gets boring between you two
  • college starts for you and johnny becomes your main source of comfort for when you have a bad day or get non-satisfactory grades
  • and then you guys start dating because you both really liked each other obVS and were willing to work with the distance
  • at first there would always be time zone issues so you guys sticked to texting as usual
  • johnny always texts you good morning and good night texts, he’d probably just memorized how to calculate your time from his so it became easier for him
  • like he literally cannot go to sleep without texting you ily goodnight <333 all the time
  • and sometimes he’ll send ugly videos of himself to cheer you up he trusts you thAT MUCh
  • also his signature parrot impression
  • basically your number one supporter when everything else in life seems to be falling apart
  • even tried sending gifts to you once but he screwed up your address and sent it to someone in nebraska
  • lots of video calls with just!! him!! staring at you!! 
  • “y/n ur so pretty how did i get to make you mine”
  • “more like have you looked at yourself johnny!!!!???”
  • but he’d get sappy as well
  • how much he wishes he could hold you in his arms for one day
  • and spoil you with never ending piles of gifts
  • it honestly made you :((((((
  • little does johnny know that you’ve been saving up money to go to korea and visit him during one of your month long semester breaks
  • he always offers to bring you there and pay for your expenses and whatnot, but you didn’t want to burden him
  • so you did exactly that, a surprise trip to korea that you didn’t mention to johnny until you landed at the airport
  • of course he freaked out and was so ready to go himself to pick you up, but bc of scandal risks he sent someone to get you instead
  • oh my god the first time you guys meet each other, it’s so awkward but it’s also not awkward as well
  • you’re both extremely elated but also nervous because your expectations of him surpassed
  • well first of all he’s literally too tall, from the last time you saw him and now, honestly it was a wow what a freaking skyscraper
  • johnny is also extra extra smiley (you’re literally melting)
  • he comes up to you and hugs you so hard you’re squished but at this point you don’t mind
  • like hELLO YOU FINALLY MET THE GUY YOU’RE SO HEAD OVER HEELS FOR
  • it’s literally just a whole bunch of hugging and when he kisses you for the first time he can’t stop kissing you either
  • he’s literally willing to give his liver away to keep you in his arms forever
  • omg im ;’(
  • you also get to meet the other members
  • “y/n do you know how much he mentioned you in 2 hours? and if you didn’t respond back almost immediately? that’s 2 hours of ranting in 35 minutes”
  • “thank you for coming here he literally never stops cuddling me and johnny i love you but i’m tired of the affection” ten probably
  • okay but forreal johnny always takes you on dates and gets you so many extravagant gifts
  • like he can’t stop spoiling you
  • and when he had free days you guys just stay in his bed and cuddle all day
  • even when you have to pee he lets you go after a whole bunch of trying to get him off of you
  • a lot of selfies!!!! so you can still have the memories with you when you go back
  • your month long vacation was almost over :/
  • he helps you while you pack your bags but he’s literally so sAD
  • “johnny what if i burn my ticket!! i can stay with you forever”
  • “babe that’s very charming of you but you have to graduate and be successful in life”
  • “but johnny :(((((“
  • you’re both just really sad wtf im sad just typing this
  • he stops your packing and sits down on the bed, bringing you to sit on his lap and your hands go around his neck
  • “i didn’t get to say i love you in person. so, i love you a lot and i really hope we can see each again really soon”
  • i cringed so bAd
  • “wtf you’re so cute i love you more????!!!! thanks for dating me and dealing with my rants about how much i want to burn my textbooks”
  • and then he kisses you buT TEN WALKS IN LMFAO
  • “i should be gagging now but i know johnny’s gonna be so dead when you leave. have you tried burning the ticket?”
  • but yeah
  • johnny loves you a lot and you do too
  • sometimes he comes back to chicago as well whenever he can
  • he still sends gifts (to the right address tHIS TIME LOL) even though you tell him to save his money but he’s so persistent on showering you with love in any way possible
  • overall johnny would put his utmost effort into making this long distance relationship seem not so distant and yeah ur both happy with each other :’)
Lost Track of Time pt 3 (final)

|| Pt. 1 || Pt. 2 || Pt. 3 ||

Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff 

Summary: Jungkook wanted to make it up to you. Hopefully, a little less-than-perfect date would do the trick.

[Updated] Word Count: 1322 

Originally posted by ultranicolet

Your hands fumbled against the keypad. Your fingers were trembling as you tried to aim for the buttons. 

What was up Taehyung? The tone of his voice had scared you. You never heard him this hushed, this sad, this worried before in all the time that you had known him. What had happened to Jungkook for him to sound this way?

Was he sick? Was he hurt? Was he okay? 

The electronic sound of the door opened chimed after you were finally able to input your passcode. You wanted to slam the door open and rush inside, but you were scared. You were terrified that something so bad had happened to Jungkook, that you weren’t sure if you were prepared to see the worst. 

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3.0 | a good way (theater au! joshua)

you would be best friends, always.  nothing would ever come between the two of you, right?

wc. just under 8.8k (whoopS) | fluff, angst, it’s all here | dedicated to my sweet choco ( @choco-seventeen ) for supporting me while writing and basically becoming this fic’s second mom

It was strange.  Weird.  Practically unfathomable and there must be some kind of mistake.  The play had those two characters as romantic leads.  The ones who slowly turn to look at each other, catch the starry glint in the other’s eye before slowly leaning in, before slowly closing their eyes, before slowly feeling their heartbeat accelerate because oh heavens this is it—before slowly kissing each other for the first time with such tender passion some members of the audience start to cry.

Those roles were not ever meant for the ones who have been friends since seventh grade, where one of them accidentally tripped and tossed their lunch all over the other, rendering the former an apologetic mess and the latter slightly smelling of garlic for the rest of the day.  Not for the ones who stayed up far too late binge watching whole seasons of anime because they finally turned in that big project and it’s in fate’s hands now.  Definitely not friends who are each other’s best friends, always.  Never them.

But when the director swings back to the two of you, the mischievous and excited glint in his eye is unmistakable.  His giddiness even bubbles over and he repeats himself, happily gazing between you and the best friend of 6 years standing beside you.  "Joshua, [Y/N], you’ll be the best two leads this stage has ever seen.“

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anonymous asked:

Headcanons for Namjoon who lives in the vents of a local office building: - he is exactly 102 feet long - falls in love with a person who works there (the reader) - slithers through the vents to get around - the spider man kiss (do what you will with this) - they end up living in the vents together

 …

  • Aight so stretchy!Namjoon was born with a special condition
  • He freaking stretches as he grows
  • And shit, once he was 6 years old and the size of a full grown giraffe, the adults started getting concerned
  • Y’already know they started looking up some voodoo shit once his classmates started complaining that his height got in the way of class picture day
  • He has to bend and contort himself to fit into the picture and by this point, his torso can bend around the length of the entire classroom thrice
  • So yeah, not fun
  • Eventually his peers start regarding him as a menace to society
  • or whatever
  • And his parents complain that there’s no place to find XXXXXXXXXXL clothes anymore
  • Custom-clothes-fitting is damn expensive
  • And Namjoon’s so freaking clumsy, every time he trips over his own feet he ends up taking out half the block and there’s a new crater in the road
  • Airplanes start crashing not because he gets in the way but because the pilots are distracted as to why his head is normal sized when the rest of his torso is so…
  • l o n g
  • It’s not even just Airplanes, the whole of Seoul is in pieces
  • So of course Namjoon does what he thinks is the heroic thing and disappears into oblivion
  • Nobody’s really that concerned
  • Like aside from his parents, who are super concerned because let’s face it, Namjoon can’t survive on his own
  • But he’s 102 feet long now, and though sometimes he’s able to contort and twist himself down, for the most part it’s fvcking complicated
  • Namjoon hasn’t slept in a bed for years
  • So yeah, that’s how Namjoon ends up in the vents
  • For a while, people are kinda concerned about how the vents seem to move and how there’s always loud exclamations coming from them
  • One guy swears he hears “OW, MY HEAD!” a few times in quick succession but like maybe’s he’s just had too much to drink 
  • Or he needs more sleep
  • Anyhow, you’re just average run-of-the-mill office worker
  • You just moved to Seoul from your small town
  • Big hopes and dreams motivated by your parents’ desires and pressures (so really, it’s just their hopes and dreams) 
  • But for now you have to take it slow
  • That whole 9 to 5
  • And you seem to be the only one who’s actually fvckING CONCERNED 
  • You decide to go all Sherlock Holmes with this shit
  • You stay back one day just to “finish up some work”
  • But you have like a bat and you’re prepared to rip the vents apart
  • Imagine your surprise when you open up the vents (don’t ask how you just do) tO FIND A FREAKING MANWORM
  • You start knocking the crap out of him with your bat
  • And he’s trying to stop you by screaming out that he’s harmless
  • But you’ve seen the horror movies, you ain’t stopping for shit
  • A long slinky arm sneaks out of the vents, pulling away the bat while you just stare in horror
  • You start flipping out because–
  • Well you already freaking know why
  • But all of a sudden his weird ass snake arm covers your mouth to shut you up and then you REALLY start working up a fuss
  • This is not how you are going to go, nuh-uh
  • Wormboy is strong enough (with what muscle, you wonder) and pulls you into the vent
  • You try biting him but he doesn’t budge and the two of you are left in the awkwardly tight space
  • When he finally lets go, he gives you a glare
  • “Can you ever shut up? You could have busted me.”
  • The vent is dark but you hope he can still make out the features of utter disdain on your face.
  • “I’d knee you so hard down there if I could just freaking reach it,” you give a pause, squinting down and trying to see where exactly that would be, “hey, how long are you?”
  • “102 feet.”
  • “holy shit.”
  • He wiggles his eyebrows at you and you’re like k I’m out byE sweaty
  • And that’s the start of an unlikely friendship?? Like eventually you are just sneaking food into the vents.
  • One of your coworkers clearly sees at one point
  • But he has a report that he needs to get in to the boss
  • And again, maybe he’s just had too much to drink. he doesn’t even drink but that’s irrelevant
  • And needless to say, the two of you start to catch feelings for each other
  • Because idk taboo relationships and working around the impossible and all that
  • And you start spending a lot more time in the vent
  • He shows you how he gets around, and it involves a lot of gross body twisting and you’re glad it’s dark in the vents because you’re sure it’s not the prettiest sight
  • It’s actually pretty cozy and Namjoon somehow manages to scavenge all of the essentials to make a living for himself
  • When you fall asleep one day against his snakey figure, you realize how livable it actually is and you think it might be nice to stay a little longer
  • And whenever you’re with Namjoon you forget about your obligations and he forgets about his condition
  • One day as you crawl out of the events, your shirt gets stuck and you are forced to crawl out in the opposite direction
  • It just works like that okay don’t question it
  • And as you crawl out, you have to squeeze by his head with your own and you’re in an awkward position and you can just feel his breath on your face and he smells like those candy canes you snuck in earlier 
  • Next thing you know, the both of you are tilting your heads ever so slightly so that your lips meet, and it’s kinda like the spiderman kiss except you’re the one with your body half dangling out of a vent but you guys keep going
  • And once you split, you’re s o e m b a r r a s s e d but he thinks it’s kinda cute
  • You slip out quite quickly, and to your surprise that one coworker is just watching you from his desk, sipping his cup of tea and looking on in mild amusement
  • Wonwoo is his name, if you recall correctly
  • You lift a finger to your mouth to tell him to keep quiet
  • He just shrugs so you figure you’re pretty safe
  • You and Wormboy continue your budding relationship
  • More kisses and more vent sneaking
  • And Wonwoo has suddenly become your best friend because he’s the only one who knows
  • Namjoon’s a lil jealous but you’re like nothing will ever compare to your snakey torso and he’s calm again
  • forgive me i have sinned
  • He highkey just doesn’t give a shit, and you’re starting to annoy him
  • “Why don’t you just move in with the guy?” You’re eating with lunch with him when he quips this sarcastically
  • LITTLE DOES HE KNOW, you’re a pretty literal person
  • How bad would it really be? The vents are cozy and for once you would be doing something for yourself
  • Your whole life you’ve been following your parents’ orders, it’s the whole reason why you’re in Seoul
  • And when you look thoughtful of the suggestion, Wonwoo wonders how he can get as far away as possible from you
  • Because obviously you’re insane
  • Namjoon thinks the same
  • Who would willingly want to move in to the vents with him?
  • Apparently you, and you’re too headstrong for him to really argue so he gives in relatively easily
  • so yeah, that’s how the two of you end up living together in the vents
  • wormboy and his human
  • k i’m out
A Brave Heart (Davey Jacobs AU)

The trenches were packed and dirty and Davey hated them. The dirt never left him, even when he showered and scrubbed as hard as humanly possible. It all just reappeared the next day. That’s not even including the horror that he saw every day as a medic. He didn’t think he would ever sleep again. The pain in these boy’s eyes haunted Davey at every waking moment. Sleep was not an option anymore. He couldn’t imagine anything more horrible.

He shook his head as he ducked into his medical tent. Back so many years, he thought he had been brave. Leading a strike against the most powerful men in New York? That would, to most, define bravery. But now? Now Davey knew the true definition of bravery.

“Doctor Jacobs there’s someone asking for you.” Davey turned to face one of the nurses, a pretty thing with blonde curls and motioned for her to take him to the patient. She hesitated. “I’m sorry, uh, Dr. Jacobs, he’s not a patient. He’s outside.” Before he could protest that he needed to focus on patients she laid a hand on his shoulder, “He says it’s real important. Says his names Jack Kelly. That ring a bell with you doctor?”

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anonymous asked:

hello! i'm happy there's a new blog for bnha and i hope it goes well! :) may i get a headcanon of aizawa and shinsou (separate pls) with a female s/o that has a dog (say german shepherd) and it takes them a bit to get used to the dog since they prefer cats :) plus their s/o likes to tease them about it :)

I’m kinda the same way, I’ve only ever been around cats and funnily enough the only dogs I’m 100% comfortable with are German shepherds ^^ I love doggos though

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Aizawa Shouta

• He knows of your dog, he’s just never particularly wanted to meet him. He doesn’t really do too well with animals that aren’t cats, but he can always try.

• When he goes to your house, he doesn’t act too different around the dog, but you can tell that he’s a little wary around him. Aizawa tends to keep an eye on the dog.

• He’d be a little more apprehensive if the dog liked to get really close to him. He’s not a huge fan of big animals like dogs getting in his personal space. You can see his eyes visibly widen, which makes you laugh a little.

• Dogs just aren’t his favorite animal in the world. That doesn’t mean he dislikes your dog, he’d just…prefer that you had a cat. He understands cats, he just doesn’t really get dogs. Hizashi reminds him of a dog. He doesn’t get Hizashi either.

• Aizawa would try really hard to get along with your dog. He knows it’s a really excitable animal that loves affection, so he’d try to pet its head a little or throw a toy that’s lying around.

• It turns out that he actually does kind of like your dog. Not all dogs though, just this one. The only types of dogs he doesn’t like are chihuahuas and other small dogs. He thinks they yap too much.

• If you teased him about it, he wouldn’t be defensive. He knows it’s a weird thing of his. He wouldn’t really say anything to you in response, he’d just shrug or nod.

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Shinsou Hitoshi

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• Not gonna lie, he’s much worse with dogs than Aizawa. It’s less that he doesn’t prefer dogs and more that he’s a tiny bit afraid of them.

• If there’s someone walking their dog on the street, Shinsou will move to the sidewalk on the other end of the street. He just can’t deal with dogs very well.

• When he goes to your house, he’s pretty much only thinking about the dog. You open the door and the dog comes running toward the two of you, yipping excitedly. Shinsou is terrified.

• You’ll have to calm your dog down a little before you go on your way. Shinsou isn’t going anywhere until he knows the dog won’t bite his hand off like he thinks it’s going to.

• You should try to slowly ease Shinsou into becoming comfortable around the dog. Right now, he stiffens whenever it enters the room. You tell him that the dog is super friendly and won’t to anything to hurt him; it’s very well-trained.

• He’ll believe you, but he’s still not totally comfortable around the dog. You let him know that he can pet the dog if he wants, it won’t do anything other than wag its tail excitedly. He’ll slowly reach out to pet the dog and is surprised when nothing bad happens.

• He eventually becomes much more relaxed around your dog. He understands now that dogs aren’t vicious; they’re just really excitable. If you teased him about it, he’d laugh a little and halfheartedly try to defend himself.

anonymous asked:

Hey, I have a little maybe unusual request: I always read about the guys messing up and having to apologize to their s/o - well, I would really like to read your take on the other way around with the s/o having hurt and/or pissed of the Chocobros and having to make up for it and feeling really bad and guilty? Drabble or headcanon doesn't matter. It'd be really awesome. You are a great writer and I'm sure you can pull it off! Have a good day :)

Okay so I did Gladdy and Prom, and I may do the other two at a later time, but I’m just having trouble with this nonnie I’m sorry!!

Gladio

  • so we all know my mans here has got a temper so when you end up in a fight it’s nothing all that new
    • tbh fighting is kinda just how both of ya’ll get your feelings out it’s all healthy
  • but this particular night when you two fight…well it’s on a whole other level tbh like both of your voices are going raw because of how much yelling is going on (thank goodness you two weren’t at your apartment when this was goin down)

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Silver Lining ⦁ I.M

i.m x reader ➠ requested by anonymous—”fluffy changkyun scenario.”

warnings: none. genre: fluff. word count: 989 a/n: this was super vague so i just ran with it the only way i know how… with stupid humour and dumb scenarios.

Originally posted by iamonstax

After a week of rain you were overjoyed to wake up one morning and find sunlight streaming through your blinds. Usually you aren’t much of a morning person but this morning was a special one–you had to call Changkyun and make sure he was free to enjoy the sunshine.

Do you have any idea what time it is?” is the first thing he said to you that day.

“It’s not like you’re a stranger to waking up early.”

There’s silence on the other end and for a moment you’re worried he’s fallen asleep but– “Yeah, I know, I’ve been up for an hour already.” He laughed loudly and you realised that the other members must be awake too. “Figured you’d call me when you saw the weather so I didn’t bother waking you.

“How do you know me so well?”

You could actually picture his exaggerated shrug before he replied. “I love you, don’t I? Anyway, am I picking you up or what?

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between-heaven-and-disaster  asked:

Advice on how an ISFJ can get over past trauma/bad experiences? Like, the bad things in my past has set up this expectation that things will repeat and I'm always waiting for things to fall apart again. Or that something is fundamentally wrong with me, and the only way for people to love me is to always give and never take. In therapy, but an MBTI perspective would be interesting. <3

It seems like you’re really trying to address two things in this ask – one, how to overcome the past, and two, whether you have value as a human being. I’m not a psychologist (yet) but here’s my thoughts from reading / MBTI knowledge.

First, there’s nothing wrong with you. Life is hard on some people, and if you happen to fall in the line of fire, it doesn’t mean you have no value. If it’s not your fault, you still have value. And if it IS your fault, guess what: you still have value. As a human being, you deserve to be treated with compassion and respect and you have every right to demand that from the people around you.

You train people how to interact with you. If you put yourself down all the time, they may think it’s okay to put you down too. If you expect them to put you down, they’ll keep doing it. If you invite personal criticism, they’ll give it to you. If you constantly defer to them to keep the peace, they know they can bully you a little bit and make you cave. If you lay down boundaries and others test them, and you back down, they know all they have to do is push you a little bit to get what they want. People learn from repeated exposure to you.

And you learn from repeated exposure to them.

Unless people have a reason to change, don’t expect them to. If the people in you life have a history of treating you like shit, odds are they’re going to keep treating you like shit unless you a) abandon them for good or b) lay down some ground rules and enforce them through actual action – like not taking their call if they cross that line, or getting up and leaving the table. Obviously, you can only really do this with people on your level – your friends. (If your parent is abusive, this is not the best tactic, because it may get you walloped.)

Because you are a Fe, a lot of your self-worth is going to come from other people and how they see and interact with you – so if you can, surround yourself with people who love you, who affirm you, who can talk you up instead of down, who accept you, flaws and all, because you’re awesome. Stay away from toxic people. You do not need that, and their opinions are worthless. They are a black sucking hole in humanity and they’re not gonna drag you down with their trash talk.

Second, you are in control of your own life. You are not helpless in the face of your feelings, your past, your trauma, or what happened to you, unless you give them that power over you by allowing them to control you from the past. Each time you expect life to be horrible, you are giving a past incident control over your future. Picture yourself chained to a post, with a monster lurking over your shoulder. It cannot get to you, because it’s dead. Someone killed it. But because it hurt you once, you are tied to its ghost. You can feed the ghost, and stare in terror at the ghost, or you can realize the links are… broken. You could be free if you would just turn your back on the ghost and walk away.

Each time you see your mind deviating into negativity, realize you are feeding the ghost. Stop whatever you are doing, say NO out loud, and then CHOOSE to turn your thoughts in another direction. Say, “this happened last time, but I did not make the same decision this time, this is with different people, this will not end like last time.” And use your Ne to create an alternative positive scenario. For example, if you think, “I am worthless because of what happened to me, and I will never succeed at anything I ever do,” shake your head and say, “No, I will NOT allow the past to shape my future. I am stronger than that. I have worth. I have intelligence. I can do this. I refuse defeat.” Self-talk.

Because you are a Si-dom, the past DOES shape you in strong ways; but it does not have to ensure your future is horrible, because you can learn to look outside your own experience through Ne. Find people with higher Ne, who can help you see the positive in situations, who can help you discover your own potential, who can see how you can escape negative mental cycles. Read books by people who have been through similar trials and come out of it strong, to see you are not alone, life can change, you can work past days gone by, and one day look back with pride and shout, “Look how far I’ve come!!”

You have Si, which believes in archetypes. Which one do you want to be? The Knight? The Warrior? The Princess? How did they triumph over adversity? What did they tell themselves? If it helps you to fantasize, to think, “Oh, damn, that evil dragon just tried to lock me in this castle tower again…” and then to imagine yourself in your own mind as someone stronger than yourself, as a warrior version of yourself, do it.

If you keep doing the same things and expecting different results, you’ll never get them. You can expect negative things if you are doing things that got negative responses in the past. Or you can choose to change something. If you do that, the formula shifts. The future becomes unknown… and it may be that a pot of gold waits for you right around the bed.

You can do this.

- ENFP Mod

Jamming (Peter Quill)

Prompt from @yetmoreprompts: You danced me through the grocery store. :)

To listen to while reading: ‘It Ain’t No Fun to Me’ by Graham Central Station and ‘Thank You’ by Sly and the Family Stone.

Originally posted by multifandomimagines-17

    Yellow peppers. Orange peppers. Red peppers. Green were out of the question for being a little too bitter, but the red ones were mostly bruised, the orange ones didn’t seem too fresh, and the yellow ones were a slightly strange color. You sighed. The one day you managed to work up the resolve to cook something for yourself instead of stopping at one of your usual restaurants for a late-night snack, the grocery store wasn’t cooperating.

    Well, at least the music was good. For a deserted and slightly dingy market, the music coming through the tinny overhead speakers had a surprisingly good groove, slap bass paired with organ and tight vocals bringing a small smile to your lips, your foot automatically beginning to tap as you sorted through vegetables in search of a high-enough-quality pepper.

    “Leaving you-hoo-hoo, it really ain’t no fun to me…” A chorus joined the solo singer and you found yourself humming along even though you hardly knew the melody, your tapping foot gaining momentum as you started to lose focus on the task at hand. Your shoulders joined your feet in grooving from side to side to the song and that was when you heard footsteps and froze, cheeks heating.

    “What?” a voice asked and you turned to see a tall man in a dark red leather jacket standing there, a surprisingly un-mocking smile on his lips. “It’s a good song.”

    You chuckled awkwardly, tossing a pepper from one hand to the other. “Yeah.”

    He stepped forward, extending a hand. “I saw you jamming,” he said, in a surprisingly serious tone considering his words. “Would you like to dance?”

    “Well, can I at least have your name first?” you asked, setting the vegetable in your hand back on the display.

    “Quill,” he said. “Peter Quill. Or Star-Lord. Either one’s fine. And you?”

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anonymous asked:

Hello, I just wanted to say I love your writing? You're one of my favourite blogs on here and I'm so glad I found you, your scenarios always seem like they're vivid enough to be real and it amazes me how you always manage to make it that way with everyone you write. I hope it's okay for me to ask for relationship headcanons for Nam Taehyun, but if it's not then don't worry about it, and I hope you have a lovely day! ヾ(*´∀`*)ノ

first of all, how dare you be so cute? ;-; *cries* And wow that’s really heart warming and I’m so glad that I have you as a reader because wow you’re so nice and friendly  *hugs* Y’all I appreciate everyone of you! Just by reading my work, I feel so happy because wow, you’re taking your time to read something I wrote and *heart melts* Anyway, I hope you have a great day! Stay happy and safe!!! Bruh I AM ALL ABOUT THIS NAM TAEHYUN LIFE I AM BASICALLY TRASH.


WINNER’s Nam Taehyun as a Boyfriend:

  • Taehyun as a boyfriend would be a roller coaster ride.
  • Expect lots and lots of bickering, especially if you’re being stubborn.
  • Lots of late night talks, either on the phone or beside each other.
  • Would abruptly kiss you whenever he pleases and would have a triumphant smile on his face whenever he catches you off-guard.
  • His hands would be all over the place, on your waist, on the small of your back, on your thigh or simply on your cheeks.
  • He will tease you to no end, either it’s because of your bad Korean speaking skills or that time you kept on talking with food between your teeth, he will never let you live it down.
  • Back hugs and bear hugs are a common thing between the two of you, since he’s very tall and is very clingy~
  • Would make impromptu dates, like getting store bought ramyun and giving it to you as if it was worth $500 and would even place a straw so you can sip your soda. Or going to the park with his guitar and would make a random song out of the things around you.
  • Y’know that k-drama thing where the guy tucks a lock of hair behind the ear of the leading lady? Yep that happens to you too and you just get so quiet because he’s so up close even when you two have been dating for awhile now it still makes you feel shy. 
  • Gets jealous easily.
  • You’re talking to Mino? You bet you’ll hear an earful how much of a slob the rapper is. You’re talking to Jinwoo? Lol he’s going to bombard you with aegyo even if he himself is cringing.
  • Sneakily puts vegetables on your plate because he doesn’t like to eat vegetables.
  • Random piggyback rides are a thing~
  • Asks you what you’re wearing before the two of you go out on a date to dress himself to be fashionably coordinated with you.
  • Lots of movie marathons!!!
  • Take lots of funny pictures of you and candid shots. (likes to make it as a wallpaper because wow you look so beautiful)
  • Fights with him would be verbal but not enough to offend or hurt your feelings. He’s a fiery person and is very passionate, so the fights would be as strong as him.
  • When apologizing, it would be hard for him since he’s really prideful, but he will apologize from the heart and would give you a tight hug and would kiss your hand because he feels bad for fighting.
  • Being in a relationship with him would bring you out of your comfort zone to try to experience new things, like pottery or finger painting, which may lead to poking your nose with paint and will end up giving each other face paints.
  • Likes to lift you up and spin you around because Taehyun can’t contain his feels.
  • Likes to make your lap into a pillow and would make you run your fingers through his hair because it relaxes him.
  • Asks you to harmonize with him even if you suck at singing (the dude needs to practice his vocals 24/7)
  • His cats loves you, so much so that they would betray him and come to your side instead.
  • When he asks you to kiss him, he purposely straightens his posture so that you’ll have a hard time reaching for his lips, making you loo like a fish flapping its fins out of water.
  • But eventually, he lowers himself so that you can kiss him properly.
  • Doesn’t get teased by the hyungs because he knows what he’s doing with your relationship, and is probably more mature about it more than them.
  • Likes to look at you when you get ready because you’re so busy preparing yourself and wow he’s so enthralled how amazing you look with or without getting done up.
  • The type to lovingly look at you while you use his arm as a pillow and would be like “I can’t feel my arm because of you.”
  • So you just roll your eyes because how typical of him  But then you don’t realized the bunny smile he had on and he would pull you closer to him and he would be like, “Rest your head on my chest instead.”
  • After a long day of making music, he would plop down beside you and wouldn’t say anything but would just hug you.
  • Gives Mino the stink eye whenever Mino invites himself to your dates, because he wants to be alone with you, since he’s been busy with recording.
  • When picking movies for movie night, he would pick classics like Forrest Gump or Strangers on a Train. But also he would be the one to suggest watching Mean Girls or The Notebook.
  • Makes endless songs about you
  • Sticker pictures and polaroids. Nuff said.
  • Would pull you in so you can sit on his laps and he would lock his hands together so you can’t escape.
  • When Taehyun falls for a person, he really pours his heart because he wants to give you the best experience of being with him even if it seems he can’t express his feelings well through words, he really loves you. ~
Breakfast With Tiffany (Beginning)

As it turns out, I had a hard time picking between fluff and angst as well. The good news is that I went ahead and wrote both endings. The “bad” news is that this was going to be hella long so you’ll have to wait for me to post those endings separately. I pinky promise that it will be later today. Thank you for your request, nonnie!

Originally posted by simondismydaddy

She was the kind of woman that sauntered rather than walked. It was as if she had the world wrapped around her finger and we all just didn’t know it yet. She was absolutely stunning and, worst of all, she was smiling when she came out of Gray’s office. You were sitting on the reception sofa in the lobby, the one you thought no one ever used because most people had an open invitation, as she passed you, giving a familiar wave to the secretary which only made your stomach drop further.

So she’s been here before.

It wasn’t the most unusual thing you’d ever witnessed at the AOMG headquarters, not by a long shot, and you could have easily dismissed it had she been meeting with Simon or Jay. Just not Gray. You were laidback as far as AOMG couples went but that didn’t mean you weren’t willing to fight for what you had. Only you’d never felt jealous enough before. This was that ugly kind of jealousy, the baseless kind, that had no rhyme or reason other than the superficial and you shifted guiltily in your seat .

“You can go in now.”

The secretary broke your concentration so abruptly that it took you a moment to process what she had said before you made your way to Gray’s office. There was something about his studio that always calmed you. For you, it was an insight into how his mind worked. A complete representation of who he was at heart and it was that familiarity that you clung to.

You remembered how shy he was at first about giving you a tour; downplaying it the entire way there. He pointed out different knick knacks, giving you their background stories, and demonstrating how his equipment worked. He couldn’t help but notice that you hung on his every word which gave his excitement momentum. That someone could take such an eager interest in his passion was so endearing to him.

“Sorry you had to wait, Jagi.”

“You don’t have to apologize to me,” you said. “But you could make it up to me with a kiss.”

Gray was still hunched over his soundboard working but he reached an arm towards you and grabbed at the air to beckon you closer. You leaned over to hug him from behind. Your hands sliding down his chest in the hope you might distract him for a bit but he merely gave you a quick peck before you lost his attention again.

“New project?”

“Yeah. Do you want to hear?”

You nodded and he pulled up the audio clip to play for you. It didn’t sound like much to you. Very much in its raw, beta stages and you’d always had trouble visualizing the finished product until it was right in front of you. But Gray was gauging your reaction so you smiled and complimented it anyway.

“I think it could be my best one yet,” he beamed. “And Tiffany’s voice is perfect for it. I’m grateful she can help me on this.”

Gray went on like that for the rest of the night until your stomach growling betrayed you and he sent you home to get some food. At first you were numb to it all. You kept repeating over and over that you had no reason to be jealous like it was some sick mantra of yours. You trusted Gray completely and that’s what scared you.

You sat alone in your shared apartment replaying the day in your head and it began to eat away at you. You knew you were over thinking it all, building up their friendship to be something bigger than it was, but you indulged yourself anyway. It didn’t help that your time with Gray the rest of the week was intermittent at best but at least you had expected that. He was tireless when he latched on to an idea. If only you didn’t know he was working with her

Gray was in the recording studio when you visited again. Loco was so busy flirting with the secretary after bringing her coffee that she was almost too distracted to tell you. Disheartened, you decided to make the most of your wasted trip by going in search of what other members might be around.

“Can I come in?” You asked knocking on the door despite the fact that it was open.

“Damn girl!” Jay said, looking you up and down. “Are you tryin’ to seduce me?”

You looked down puzzled only to realize that you were still in your work clothes and that you’d actually put effort in this morning. High heels, bold eyeliner, the works.

“Depends. Is it working?” You teased him back.

“Shit, you know you don’t have to try that hard.”

He motioned for you to sit on the couch across from his desk but you opted for the other rolling chair. You knew how Jay liked to exploit the squeak in the couch whenever he had a “special visitor” just so he could fluster Loco. At least with the office chair your odds were better that it was clean.

“I thought you’d be with Gray?”

No sugar coating it. It’s what you liked about coming to Jay with your problems.

“He’s wrapped up in some new project.” You couldn’t hide the bitterness in your voice. “You know how he gets. I just don’t feel like going home yet.”

He cocked one of his eyebrows at you in a look that said he clearly knew there was more than you were letting on. Stubbornly, you mimicked the look back at him and he let out an exasperated sigh before resting his headphones on the desk and turning to face you completely.

“Let it out,” he said.

“Well…it’s his new song… she’s really beautiful isn’t she? Maybe he would be better off dating someone famous. It would probably help his career…”

Jay leaned back in his chair and pondered what you said before he responded.

“Have I ever told you why I didn’t resign with JYP when I came back to Korea?”

“I assumed it had something to do with you being fired.”

“There’s that but it’s not the main reason. Everyone back home told me it was gonna be hard but I didn’t want to listen. I wanted to make music. I wanted to have fans. I wanted it so bad I couldn’t rest.

“But my trainee days taught me a lot of things. Mostly how exhausting it is but also that as an idol you have no control. Everything you wear or say or sing is based on profit margins. It’s like they wanted me to be ashamed of the parts of me that weren’t as marketable. Maybe it’s just my American coming out but I fuckin’ hated it.

"So when I came back, I knew I couldn’t put myself through that again. I wanted a place where artists can work on their own stuff, on their own terms. Cause we aren’t products. And we don’t date based off what the numbers or the fans say. We’re people. We’ve got emotions.

"Gray is so whipped it’s embarrassing. Do you realize how terrible he’d feel to hear you say that? It’s not like you.”

You felt the blush spread across your face. It was like hearing someone say that they were disappointed in you and the sickening shame that inevitably followed.

“But she could understand what he’s going through like I never could. She knows the kind of pressure he gets under. She just seems so perfect.”

“Have you not been listening? The perfect idol persona is just that. I know enough idols that are so many shades of fucked up about being perfect that it would horrify you.” Jay rubbed his hand over his eyes in frustration. “You’ve been obsessing about this for a while haven’t you? It’s like you’ve already made up your mind what’s going to happen. Doesn’t Gray deserve a say in all of this?”

There was a quiet cough from the doorway that startled you both. You went pale when you saw Gray staring back at you.

How long has he been standing there?

“I think we need to talk,” he said. “At home.”

                                                To be continued