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/noun/ the peace of being indoors during a thunderstorm

Summary: Bookstores have always lured you in with the promise of the quiet, the serene, and, most recently, him.
Pairing: Jimin | Reader
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 2,644
Author’s Note: This story was on one of my old Tumblr writing accounts that I just deleted, but it was one of my favorite stories and didn’t want it to collect dust in my drive.


You’ve always had an endless fascination with books and novels of various different shapes, sizes, and lengths. The way someone could paint an entirely different world with the mixture of just 26 letters, whisk the mind away from reality, stir emotions inside someone—emotions of laughter or sadness or one of complete contentment. The influence a simple novel could have on a person’s viewpoint has always fascinated you.

During your younger years, you would find yourself trekking to the nearest bookstore, if only to simply run your fingers along the spines of all the latest releases. You would open a random novel, just to skim the first sentence, allowing the words of a complete stranger to fill you with familiarity.

Not much has changed in the years following your childhood. Something about corner bookstores have always lured you with the promise of peace and quiet, an escape from the harsh reality you occupied yourself with. You constantly looked forward to the days you could run away and hide within the shelves of the shop, no matter rain or shine, sleet or snow, 30 pages of homework to get done during the night, you always made an effort to visit at least once or twice a week as soon as you entered college.

Today is no exception to the rule. With midterms rapidly approaching, you’re already drowning in papers, projects, and upcoming tests, the stress practically eating you alive. But still, instead of returning to your apartment, you find yourself turning down the familiar sidewalk in the opposite direction. The rain overhead is steadily pouring down today, serving as little warning bells that perhaps making the trip to the bookstore might not be the best option.

Judging from the gray clouds, it’s clear that the weather has other plans for the remainder of the day—the lightning that suddenly shoots across the sky is a clear indication of that—but you find yourself not minding much. The heels of your boots clash gently against the sidewalk, your hair curling slightly as the water comes in contact with it, but all those worries and annoyances dissipate off your skin like steam as the familiar shop comes into view. With the lights on inside, the place looks like a beacon of hope, allowing the smile to spread itself across your face as you quicken your pace to shoulder open the door.

The bell rings overhead as you gently shut the door close, running your hand through your hair quickly to rid some of the water trapped in your locks. After exchanging a smile with the familiar cashier at the counter, you make your way deeper in the store. Like usual, there isn’t anything in particular you’re seeking, but just being surrounded by text, aisles and aisles of hardcovers and paperbacks fills you with comfort.

You’re just starting the turn into contemporary novels, when one particular black, hardcover spine catches your attention, causing you to stop dead in your tracks, eyes widening with recognition as you distinctly remember this particular novel being one of the very few you’ve wanted in your own personal collection of books: John Green’s Looking For Alaska.

Your lips curl up into a smile, momentarily unfazed by the fact that the book had been placed on the highest shelf, towering a few inches above you, even as you stand on your tippy toes, even as your fingers barely manage to graze the book you want. It takes five times before you plant both feet firmly back on the ground with a gentle huff, considering the next movement to grab the book.

You’re just about to consider getting a running start between the two shelves, before a slightly amused voice cuts in through your concentration: “Need some help?”

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These two have literally been glued to eachother in the 2016 Memories.. not that i’m complaining or anything 😏😏


Summary: In which you realize that perhaps all you needed to break your artistic block was the shy boy in the bomber jacket, who sought calm in the adventure and city lights.
Pairing: Taehyung | Reader
Genre: Fluff with a touch of angst; Artist AU 
Word Count: 8,269


Seven days before.

This is supposed to be your work of art, your masterpiece, your piece for the showcase; something you have worked tirelessly on for minutes, hours, days on end. It’s bright and colorful, glowing exactly where it needs to be, yet it’s—!

“Not right,” You say, dropping your arm uselessly to your side, paintbrush dangling from in between your fingertips. Your teeth come out to gently nip at your lower lip; the anger, the frustration not building up like you expected it to. Instead, you feel rather numb, because the showcase is in less than a week and you still have absolutely nothing of satisfaction to display proudly to classmates, professors, or wanderers.

Besides you, your roommate lets out a gentle sigh of sympathy. “Maybe you’re just tired,” He says quietly. “You’ve been working on this nonstop for two weeks, I think you just have to step away from it for a day. You’ll have a new perspective of it tomorrow, and I’m sure you’ll love it then.”

You whirl around to face him, wearing a rather disgruntled look. “I don’t have time to step away from this, Jimin, the showcase is in a week and I hate this painting.” You want to slash black paint across the canvas to prove a point, but the look Jimin is wearing stops you from doing such a thing. You’ve always been slightly too reckless for your own good, anyways.

Jimin shrugs a little. “I think it looks fantastic, Y/N, you push yourself too hard.”

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The Lost Memories Part 5

Originally posted by jkguks

I wake up next to Jungkook, the one that I hated wholeheartedly and let’s not forget that he claims that he’s my husband

◇ genre : angst & romance
◇ summary : when you thought your relationship with Jungkook is going better, you forgot that sometimes in life in not full with happiness. In order to get the happiness, there is a lot of challenges that you have to face.
◇ words : 5k
◇ author’s note : wow, i’m quite exhausted rn since i managed to update it within a week but since i received a lot of love from you guys its motivates me. Thanks for reading xoxo

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It is already been a week since you and Jungkook back from Jeju for your honeymoon trip. Even the trip were not successfully followed the plan that he had organized yet it still engraved deeply in your mind as well as your heart, the precious moment that happened during that trip even though most of the times, both of you being disturbed by Seohyun.

Talking about Seohyun, a day before you left Jeju, she appeared right in front of the hotel room, and you caught a glimpse of guilty looks on her face. The moment you opened the door, she shifted her gaze that fell on the floor towards you and began to ask her forgiveness from you and Jungkook. You and Jungkook, both does not want to make the things going longer which resulting for both of you to waste your time again, and also missed your flight back to home so you and him forgive her.

The sniff of antiseptic and chemical smell caught by your nose and within a milliseconds, it flows to your lungs, diverting your mind away from delusion. The smell is quite familiar and you do enjoyed this kind of smell as you already adapt to it for a long time.

You are in the hospital right now.

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Call You Mine || Min Yoongi

Originally posted by queen-of-suburbiaa

Word Count: 1.5k

Genre: Fluff

There was a glimpse of light from behind the curtains as the morning light fluttered in through the open window. Cold autumn air swept in, stirring the sheets around you, rousing you from the comfortable sleep you had found yourself in.

Bright sunlight flittered across the room, bringing your attention to the body next to yours. He was stretched out, his body shifting slightly as he tried to find the missing warmth from when you had moved.

The light seemed to glow, highlighting the expanse of pale skin that laid next to you. Yoongi’s back was exposed to you, reminding you of what you were now able to call yours.

It was nice to finally be able to see Yoongi like this. For him to finally have a day off to be with you.

He usually spent most of his days at the studio, forgetting to come home and do things with you, but he had booked off this specific day to help you out.

The two of you had just recently moved in together and you were supposed to spend the day putting away boxes and setting things up. The living room still needed to be painted and you thought about conquering that.

He stirred softly beside you and you held your breath as he let out a little huff of breath. One eye seemed to peel itself open and he looked at you, just staring down at him.

The gummy smile you had found yourself becoming more and more familiar with came across his face and the both of you just stared at each other.

“Good morning sleepy head.” You whispered quietly. Yoongi’s arm came up, without saying another word, and he pulled you close just hugging your bottom half. You didn’t say a word as your hand found it’s way into his mop of grey hair.

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Rules: Answer the questions and tag 10 people



• Group you listened to? F(X)

Solo artist you listened to? Jay Park

Group who’s name you knew? Exo

Ever bias? Amber liu

Song that made you emotional? The last by Agust D


Top three:

Male groups? Bts, seventeen, and Monsta X

Female groups? BLACKPINK, f(x), Dreamcatcher

Solo artists? Hyuna, Jay Park, Zico

Choreos? Gashina by sunmi, Jimin’s lie, Jhope boy meets evil

Biases?  Taehyung, Amber, Hani

Fandoms? ARMY, carats, and Dreamer

Songs of all time? Bts- go go, Amber liu-boarders, and Jay Park- Hulk hogan



Male bias? Taehyung

Female bias? Amber Liu or Hani

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The Lost Memories Part 9

Originally posted by missbaptan

I wake up next to Jungkook, the one that I hated wholeheartedly and let’s not forget that he claims that he’s my husband

◇ genre : angst & romance
◇ summary : A lot of things yet to be revealed starting from this moment
◇ words : 7.1k
◇ author’s note : Due to some mistakes in the previous chapter, for those who missed the part 8.5 would be confused of this chapter storyline so i recommended for you to read that part first. There will be 3 to 4 parts more before this series end😭 sorry for grammar or typos mistake and i will definitely edit it afterwards. Btw, thanks for supporting and reading my fics, love xoxo

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The consecutive hit of your fist on his muscular and wide chest radiates all your anger towards him and it is because of his lies. That is what he is been thinking but what actually playing on your mind was, the unwillingness of yourself to believe those memories that show no sign of you and him being together, in love with each other. No at all.

Your heart throbbing in pain each times you think of that. When your loves towards him that rise every seconds, makes it difficult for your to accept the reality that you are facing now. It is hard for you to accept what been showed by your forgotten memories that comes back cause you loves him so much, too hard, too deep to believe all of that yet, memories never lies, people does lie.

“Why do you lie to me?” You asks in a low tone voice, perhaps too exhausted to be in that situation and followed by tears rolling down to your face.

Meanwhile, Jungkook constantly shook his head fiercely, showing to you that he never lied to you. Yes, he did. Why should he lied to your the truth? Why should he does the things that might makes him to lose you in a blink of his eyes. Why should he?

He is completely dumbfounded of what is been playing on your mind now. What kind of memories that you gained back to make you behaving and acting like this? What does your memories showed to you to make you said that it was Jin, the man that you are in love with?

Your words crushed his heart like a glasses shattered to pieces. It felt likes his heart being peel a layer followed by a layer till he felt nothing except for pain. The pain of your words hurt him he most. This is not what he expected. This is not what you supposed to remember. The memories that you remembered, all are lies case he know the best. It was him that you are in live with and not Jin, not his best friend when your relationship with him not more than being a childhood slash best friend.

“I never lie to you! I never did, Y/n” He pulled you to his tight and firm embrace, showing you the pureness of his love, the sincerity of his word yet it can stopped you either cause you still hitting his chest without stopping at once, even there is no room left for you to hit him.

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