Me amigos, ‘tis be ye cap'n @promptguy. Thank ye fer all th’ submissions. I translated some to be more scurvy pirate. 'tis might be th’ best list so far.
“Which lovely booty ye be eyein’? th’ curvy wench’s or th’ shit-barnacles ye can’t spy wit’ ye eye in yon chest?”
“oh me god! th’ boat be leakin’!” “No, that’s just bilge rum”
Scribe 'bout a scurvy pirate that be scared 'o th’ ocean
Ye discover that Prompt Guy be actually th’ Flyin’ Dutchman
A pirate ship encounters sirens who use their song to lure them. th’ band 'o pirates give a go’ to escape but 'tis later revealed that th’ sirens don’t want sink them but join them
'tis ye first day on ship, 'n ye’re in learnin’. All th’ other members on board be experienced 'n professionals at their ship except 1. That one be ye “trainin’ laddie”… a child Jack Sparrow.
“walk thee fuckin plank ye scallywag”
Ye be th’ cap'n 'o a crew 'o Githyanki band 'o pirates, 'n ye be huntin’ ye quarry in th’ astral plane. th’ problem be, ye quarry consists 'o a ship full 'o illithids, or mind-flayers, who had previously enslaved ye kind wit’ their mental powers
Ye got captured by band 'o pirates. be tellin’ a story on how ye end up becomin’ cap'n fer that scurvy pirate ship. Bonus points if ye scribe a way ye do it that dont murder anyone nor end up wit’ physical harm.
Bin got a pair words fer ye scurvy dogs: “Shark Bait.”
Poseidon, th’ God 'o th’ Sea, has chosen ye as his vessel. He whispers in ye mind, “by sea be th’ only way to travel.” ye embark on a journey, killin’ anybody who dares take an airplane or car.
Ye’ve always thought that havin’ a peg leg’d be cool, but arh, the maintenaince yeh have to do to keep up yer cool appearance!
“ye’re seriously makin’ me swim th’ plank again?!”
A pirate cap'n goes on a mission to reclaim th’ pirate ship that was stolen from him 'n free his crew members from imprisonment
Ye have traveled long 'n far in search 'o an infamous treasure that ye 'n ye crew have be searchin’ fer fer 16 years. Upon discoverin’ it, ye open th’ chest only to find a map leadin’ to another treasure. th’ value 'o friendship.
They shout that treasures best be hidden on land. Yer cap'n be sayin’ they’re all lyin’. Yer cap'n be sayin’ th’ best place to be hidin’ treasure be in th’ heart 'o a storm.
Ye ship be sunk, ye maties abandoned ye, but ye still have th’ gold… 'n spiced rum.
Ye be kidnapped from ye home in th’ dead 'o nightfall 'n brought onto a ship wit’ a crew 'o 100 band 'o pirates. As ye look on in fear, they all bow below before ye. One 'o them introduces themselves as ye First Matey. ye be now their cap'n.
Ye muster onboard a scurvy pirate ship, hopin’ to get some doubloons 'n th’ comradery ye sorely missed in th’ navy. But turns out th’ ship ye ended up on has a secret ye would never have guessed…
A forbidden lust story between a sea cap'n 'n a siren he meets at sea.
Ye’ve always wanted to be a scurvy pirate. ye even got ye chance when a fleet 'o them attacked ye town. th’ problem? ye’re a 'land-lubber’ 'n 'tis isn’t a nice world. ye’ll have to prove ye can handle bein’ a scurvy pirate just to make it out 'o th’ brig
Ye’ve just taken control 'o a merchant ship only to find that th’ entire crew be more scared 'o th’ 4 year barnacle-covered girly offsprin’ 'o th’ wealthy tradesman ye’ve locked away. When she smiles, ye spy wit’ ye eye storms in her eyes - 'n then she laughs…
Ye find a cursed treasure. When a piece 'o gold be spent it disappears. How do ye spend ye loot.
“No women allowed on board!” says th’ cap'n. He finds out, one by one, that every member 'o his crew be a woman wit’ a fake beard.
That scurvy scalawag Blackhearted Benton just stole yer ship wit’ all yer lovely booty! GET IT BACK!
“Stop playin’ yer dratted cello, matey, 'n help me sword fight off Blackbeard!”
Ye be th’ first astronaut to be sent to explore th’ galaxy. Suddenly, ye re stopped by space band 'o pirates, 'n be forced to choose between roamin’ aimlessly forever or joinin’ their crew.
Ye got into th’ piratin’ business fer one reason - so ye can afford a ship in Malibu.
“Remind me; if women be bad luck, why do we have a female cap'n?”
Mermaid band 'o pirates. They find new islands 'n take down their enemies wit’ th’ help 'o sea creatures. Their ship be called “Poseidon”
Band 'o pirates that set out to be villains accidentally return as jolly guys by screwin’ plans up
Ye be a feared scurvy pirate who can control all th’ monsters roamin’ th’ seven seas, however ye worst enemy can control th’ oceans themselves.
tell an entire tale in pirate talk, me hearty…
Ye character just got accepted into MIT 'n be sailin’ towards th’ “scurvy pirate Certificate” (pistols, riflery, rowin’, fencin’.) wee do they be knowin’ that these courses be taught by actual band 'o pirates.
An underground illegal racin’ rig has be started that involves scurvy pirate ships battlin’ though a rum track in a Need fer Speed style wit’ steampower-ups included
Ye awaken on a scurvy pirate ship, last thin’ ye remember before 'tis was shoutin’ to a guy in th’ tavern at port. th’ cap'n had bought ye 'n ye be now sailin’ on th’ ship, what happens while ye be at sea?
“HAND ME THAT MAP OR SO HELP ME I’LL CUT IT OFF YA HANDS!”
You turn on the Pirate Speak in Minecraft under language options as a joke, but then ye start findin’ that yer land lubber mates in reality arrrre beginnin’ ta talk like ol’ sea dogs, and even tha signs ‘round yer town turn inta Pirate Speak. Soon a squaky bird takes to perchin’ on yer shoulder. Tha townsfolk begin ta ask fer yer okay on things o’ trivial matter. Yer first mate, who lost 'is leg years ago ta scurvy, suddenly had a peg 'stead of a prosthetic. Congrats, matey– yer tha cap'n of tha town
“Arrrr! the hour to loot EA 'o their precious Sims lovely booty!!”
'tis not uncommon fer a scurvy pirate to loose a hand or a foot on his travels. ye 'n ye crew dig up a chest full 'o hands 'n feet.
Ye swore on a loved one’s grave that ye would someday sail to th’ legendary Grand Arcada, an ocean which none have ever found. this day, ye awoke to find ye ship stolen from ye - 'n th’ strange people seem to be changin’ ye course…
A pirate loses his scurvy pirate accent 'n has to go find a different ship because they don’t fit in anymore.
Ye find an ancient treasure map, 'n indeed, under th’ “X” thar’s buried treasure. But what’s under th’ “Y” 'n “Z”?
Ye cap'n has caught a deadly disease, 'n be on th’ verge 'o Davy Jones’ treasure chest. ye 'n ye crew decide to pull one last raid wit’ them. th’ big one.
Th’ band 'o pirates 'n th’ vampires have come to together to stop th’ ultimate evil. How do ye defend yourself?
Cap'n Gus has a secret, his magic beard grows more wild 'n tangled wit’ every wind it ensnares. Cuttin’ a hair causes a mild breeze, a lock 'o his beard unleashes a strong wind. Now, captured 'n condemned to execution, he asks if he could shave
Ye be th’ cap'n 'o th’ most infamous scurvy pirate ship on th’ seven seven seas, ye 'n ye crew have be through pretty much everythin’ together. Currently ye be on th’ hunt fer mer-people, they fetch high prices on th’ black market fer their beauty. What ye crew dont be knowin’ however be that ye be a mer-person 'n ye 'n ye kind only have tails when ye peglegs get wet.ye’re in th’ middle 'o a bath in ye quarters when ye first matey bustles in to speak to ye 'bout th’ ship’s course.
Ye be a notorious scurvy pirate. ye’ve always be able to outrun th’ navy, but 'tis the hour they’re gainin’ on ye. ye agree to make a deal wit’ one 'o th’ lesser captains. What do they shout to ye?
Arr, ye main character be kidnapped by a scurvy pirate at sea! It turns out th’ sea isn’t what it seems to be when he throws ye overboard to die….
Ye cap'n has be noticeably feelin’ down, how does one scurvy pirate cheer up their cap'n back to their jolly self?
What do ye do wit’ a drunken sailer?
Ye’re a pirate who’s totally new to th’ business 'o stealin’ treasure from authoritative figures 'n don’t really be knowin’ what ye’re doin’. Suddenly, a dragon shows up 'n offers to tutor ye in piracy. What next?
“What be land? I have forgotten.”
Ye’re an undercover employee 'o th’ british government onboard a pirate ship on 'tis way to an uncharted island. ye mission be to find out what th’ band 'o pirates be goin’ thar fer.
A pirate wit’ a rubber duck hand instead 'o a rusted hook
Lesbian pirate flirtin’ wit’ sirens
Ye were sent by th’ British government to spy on a notorious cap'n. ye join his crew 'n climb up th’ ranks 'til ye become his first matey. A few days before ye be to betray him, he tells ye a secret that changes everythin’. What be it?
Th’ cap'n has gone missin’ overnight. ye, a mere chef, be th’ only one who can manage to control th’ crew. ye need to find whar ye cap'n has gone to.
She was they best cap'n to sail th’ sea’s. She was Black Beard.
Band 'o pirates be pillagin’ ye village, lookin’ fer somethin’. What they’re lookin’ fer be a wee unorthodox
Th’ year be th’ far future, 'n space travel has be achieved. th’ human race has be denied entry into th’ galactic federations set up hundreds 'o years before their time. So, instead, we become space band 'o pirates. All 'o us.
All ye pirates be sufferin from th’ evil scurvy, no matter how much citrus or undercooked meat they brin’ on th’ poop deck. they shout yer crews favoured wi th’ devil, but wee do they be knowin’ ye’ve just found th’ third cure to th’ scurvy
“fer th’ last the time, don’t be puttin’ me tattered eyepatch in th’ dryer!”
Ye look almost exactly like th’ female version 'o ye twin brother. Unfortunately, ye twin brother just so happens to be th’ notorious cap'n 'o a pirate crew. One day, he be killed, 'n th’ crew asks ye to pretend to be him so as to continue
Th’ mermaid they pulled from th’ ocean turns out to be a jolly fighter. Maybe too jolly. Sh just killed th’ cap'n.
Ye got scurvy. How ya gonna hide it from th’ cap'n?
Ye pirate ship be stuck in 5 O'clock traffic. Somehow.
Ye’re a stowaway on th’ dreaded cap'n LongBeard’s ship, tryin’ to find out whar he hides his treasure. Only problem be, ye’ve gotten caught sneakin’ around below deck.
Ye’re th’ only jolly scurvy pirate in ye crew. ye’ve be tryin’ to keep it a secret, but then ye ship happens to sail past a group 'o sirens…
Ye command one 'o th’ fiercest scurvy pirate ships in th’ seven seas. Just th’ mention 'o ye crew sends fear into th’ hearts 'o men 'n women. th’ only thin’ be, ye’ve never stepped foot on a boat.
Ye’ve be travelin’ th’ seven seas fer a while now. Nothin’ can stand in ye way; ye 'n ye crew be unstoppable. 'til one thin’ crossed ye paths. What be that one thin’ 'n how do ye overcome it?
Ye be th’ toughest scurvy pirate around. ye won many fights, pillaged many towns, 'n plundered dozens 'o ships. nothin’ could stand in ye way to riches, not even- oh god be that a baby on ye ship? who brought a baby?
Ye be sailin’ th’ seven seven seas when yer lovely booty grows peglegs 'n starts swimmin’ off. How do ya catch a swimmin’ treasure hoard?
Ye be a sea cap'n. Suddenly, ye ship lifts into th’ air. ye’re bein’ raided by sky band 'o pirates!
Due to men believin’ eatin’ fruit was too feminine, th’ seven seas be now ruled by female band 'o pirates who beat their weakened males counterparts. Now, ye’re at a parrrty drinkin’ ornge spiced juice wit’ th’ victors.
All ye pirates knows only women be sailors. Can ye think 'o anythin’ more unlucky than to have a scurvy dog onboard a ship? Still, rumour has it that th’ fiercest scurvy pirate ship 'o them all has a only-male crew.
Ye meet Sodomy McScurvyLegs 'n buy a fitness regime. It opens up a whole new seven seas fer ye, an endless sea 'o knowledge… 'bout lovely booty.
Turns out 'tis eyepatch be cursed to ne'er come off! Too bad ye put it on t’ wrong eye!
Yrr secret island has been made into a parking lot and is overrun by scurvy lawyers while you were pirating. How do you fight lawyers? Your treasure is under that asphalt.
Th’ cap'n 'o a magical sailin’ pirate ship takes several orphans under her proverbial win’s as new crew members
“I lost m'hand to a shark, but I lost me eye to…”
A rollickin’ scurvy pirate adventure from th’ point 'o view 'o th’ ship’s sea monster: th’ cat
A classic pirate adventure wit’ a cursed object. Part 'o th’ curse be that th’ scurvy pirate cap'n 'n crew can never leave th’ ship 'n must come up wit’ creative ways to plunder, pillage, 'n eventually break th’ curse.
Cuddle band 'o pirates- th’ fluffiest, snuggliest scurvy pirate crew ye can imagine, inexplicably survivin’ through skill 'n pluck in a grimdark hyper-edgy universe, rebellin’ against th’ grim 'n gritty status quo wit’ unflinchin’ optimism 'n hugs.
“How th’ muck did ye get onto me ship 'n why be ye naked”
“So ye meanin’ to be tellin’ me th’ map, which ye bought off a street vendor at Ivery Island, be an authentic map that leads to a literal buried treasure. scurvy dog, speak 'bout cliche.”
Ye be highly disappointed when ye discover that th’ famous deadly 'Kraken’ be actually just a nutcracker.
Two pirates travel th’ seven seas lookin’ fer lovely booty, but it turns out all they really want be each others lovely booty
Ye finally come home from a year at sea 'n have to explain to ye main wench how ye got syphillis
A scurvy pirate find th’ greatest treasure to be had: an island covered in lovely booty.
Ye’re a pirate explorin’ uncharted waters when suddenly a giant hand made out 'o rum rises out 'o th’ ocean holdin’ a small baby wrapped in seaweed. th’ hand places th’ younglin’ on th’ deck 'o ye ship 'n disappears back into th’ depths. ye now have a child 'n a lot 'o questions.
captains, greedy 'n tough 'n mean. But th’ strange thin’ 'bout him be that he wears a metal mask, 'n no one in th’ crew has ever seen him without it. One nightfall, ye resolve to spy wit’ ye eye th’ cap'n’s real face, so ye sneak into his cabin 'n sneak a peek 'o him sans mask. 'n what ye spy wit’ ye eye makes it clear to ye why ye cap'n would hide his face.
Perhaps givin’ band 'o pirates Google Maps wasn’t th’..best idea
Ye somehow became a pirate cap'n. One problem - ye be knowin’ nothin’ 'bout navigation…or ships…or fightin’ in general. But ye look well in a pirate coat 'n a hat, so thar be that.
Ye’ve be captured by pirates, 'n thrown in th’ brig. th’ cap'n’s trusty parrot flies in, 'n says he can help ye escape.
“Matey, yer lovely booty be th’ only one I be diggin’ fer t'night.”
Ye’ve found pirate treasure by sheer dumb luck, but now th’ ghost 'o th’ lady pirate it belonged to be hauntin’ ye. 'n if that wasn’t that be all you can take, she’s got a crush on ye.
Yer on a boat when suddenely yer First Mate throws 'imself over with no apparent reason. You dive in after him and find a grotto. What’s beyond it?
Ye be that one guy on th’ ship that can swim. Somethin’ has jammed th’ rudder, stoppin’ th’ ship from makin’ it to port.
Pretend ye’re a pirate 'n ye’ve just buried ye treasure. Draw a map 'n scribe below detailed instructions on how to find it again.
What prompt do ye like th’ most? Reblog if ye be a true scurvy pirate.
a/n: my first woozi fic, my first seventeen fic, my first kpop fic. this was supposed to be something really simple and silly, but my dumb ass had to go and add a bunch of sadness and backstory to it, as always. as you can see, it got dramatically out of hand. i’m so sorry, i hope someone likes it
~ in which you haven’t gotten off in like six months, and lee jihoon is the pleasure specialist, himself. (he’s also a little bit more than that.)
“I promise you, you won’t regret this,” Wendy reassured you, but they were words she always said right before she convinced you to do something that you definitely would regret. She’d used them very often over the past year, during which she’d somehow convinced you to go on roughly thirty blind dates that she’d set up in her desperate attempts to get you “back out there.” You knew her heart was in the right place, but every single date had been a disaster. The problem was that if she knew a guy who wasn’t already taken, there was a reason for it. The first set-up been with a guy named Jinho who still lived with his ex-girlfriend (in a one bedroom apartment) and adamantly refused to wear deodorant; one guy, Jinwoo, told you he had recently quit his job and moved back in with his parents because he hadn’t had enough time to play League; you’d tried so hard to will yourself to forget the second to last guy, but how could you forget the name (Daehyun) of someone who sat down across from you and proceeded to ignore you for the whole two hours it took him to eat a salad, baked potato, and two steaks before “suddenly realizing” he forgot his wallet, telling you he didn’t think you were his type, and leaving you to foot the bill.
There are time it seems to me I’m sharing you with memories I feel it in my heart, but I don’t show it
Then there’s times you look at me As though I’m all that you could see Those times I don’t believe it’s right I know, know it
Everyone has a guilty pleasure, right? Welcome to mine. Absolutely shameless, as I was absolutely in love with these guys and this song. On top of which, in present Ashley Parker Angel in the video of this song (3:15), will forever remind me of my college crush. And it’s one of those crushes one likes to remember.
I used to live in a small town secluded from the cities. It was unimportant to most maps but it was there, idle and unknown to most. The population didn’t go over a hundred and everyone knew each other like old friends.
I remembered getting up early in the morning and biking up the hill a few minutes from the main town. Daeyang was located by the seaside and it was a place where serenity lay and where time seemed to move slowly; unlike in big cities where people always seemed to be rushing after something.
I remembered loving and hating the place. Hate because it was so small, so suffocating sometimes. I dreamt of leaving this town once I graduate and find a job in the city; maybe become a screenplay writer or even better an actress that starred in movies (which I would be writing, of course).
Daeyang was a place detached from that world; a world that excited me, fascinated me. Once a month, my uncle visits us and brings in things like movies and the latest technology that came out like those amazing video games and cellular phone units.
Jimin liked those games a lot.
The train zipped passed and I felt the wheels rumbling beneath my feet as it rolled through the tracks.
The skies were dark outside as I’ve taken a ride in the middle of the night; a shotgun decision I had made right next to snagging the very last chance passenger slot at the airport.
My heart beat in a slow rhythm, a contrast to the whirl of emotions stirring within me.
I watched the darkened fields whipping past; a never ending sea of grass, hills, and earth. I leant my head against the cold glass of the window as the train took me away from the city… far away from what I once thought was everything to me.
Flashback (Many years ago)
Y/N once had a best friend.
He was the son of two of the nicest people anyone could have ever met in their lifetime. Mr. and Mrs. Park were the couple who lived by the sea in a white picket-fenced house a few minutes from the main town of Daeyang; that is if you’re going by car or bike.
Y/N went there everyday and Jimin and she would play by the shore; or at some special days, he would come along with her to town and they would go to Y/N’s grandmother’s diner, where they usually get a free bowl of ice cream each.
“Samchon brought new movies, Jiminie. We should go watch it at home.”
Jimin nodded enthusiastically, chocolate ice cream smearing across his mouth. Y/N chuckled and grabbed a napkin before lifting herself up to reach over the table and wipe his face clean.
Jimin grinned as he held up a peace sign, and she stuck out her tongue at him before pinching his chubby cheeks.
“Ow! Noona!“ Jimin whined as he swatted her hand away.
"You can try eating more neatly, you know. Don’t just inhale that all up! There’s still tomorrow, Jimin.”
“But it’s so good!” Jimin almost moaned as he took another spoonful of ice cream.
“Anyway, I heard this new one is really good! It’s starring my favourite actress!”
“You say that about everyone.” Jimin pointed out with his spoon.
“That’s cause they’re all great.” Y/N sighed dreamily as she showed him her notebook where all her favourite movies were written: their plots, cast, and even her thoughts and reviews about them. “I want to be just like her when I grow up.”
“A princess taken hostage and brought to her undoing?” Jimin asked jokingly as he read the synopsis, and she threw a napkin to his face. He laughed, eyes turning into small slits.
“No. An actress.” Y/N said a matter of fact as she let her chin rest on her palms. “I would have to get out of this place first, though. And go to college, then audition for roles…”
Jimin remained silent, nodding. He had always been the best listener; never complaining even if she ranted about this place being too small or told him about her dreams which she probably narrated to him hundreds of times.
“Do you think I can? It seems like a lot to do.” She murmured haplessly and she didn’t expect him to answer but he did. And it was a sentence that got her through a lot of hardships that came in her life; like the time she got called too “ordinary” at an audition and got turned down so many times she had lost count.
“Yeah, of course, Y/N noona… You can do anything.”
End of flashback
The whistle pierced through my ears as the brakes hissed and screeched to a halt. I had fallen asleep for a moment and when I opened my eyes, it was already the twilight hour and the cabin I was in was empty.
I sat up instantly and grabbed my duffle bag, the only one I brought for this spontaneous trip.
Stepping down from the train, I was met by the cool autumn wind along with a memory that threatened to suffocate me—making my chest twist in aching sadness upon the sight of the familiar station.
“You’re going to write, okay? And if you get a hold of a phone, call me.”
Jimin was silent as he hugged Y/N, nodding against the juncture where her neck and shoulders met. He hadn’t said a word since the ride to the station, quiet and looking a little downhearted.
Y/N was eighteen while Jimin was sixteen when she left town to pursue her dreams. Jimin was still in high school thus couldn’t quite leave yet but he promised…he promised he’d follow. And that she should think of this as only a temporary separation.
“I’m not crying.” Y/N slapped his chest lightly even though tears were already filling her eyes and staining her cheeks.
“I’ll…follow.” Jimin said with a small smile to reassure her. “I’ll come meet you.”
“You better.” Y/N said before hugging him tightly again.
Inside the train, Y/N sat by the window and saw Jimin standing there by the edge of the platform, smiling up at her. The engine rumbled as the train began to move and Y/N felt elated as her journey to her dreams began. But also a little saddened by the fact that her best friend couldn’t be there beside her.
Jimin walked alongside the train as it moved, even running slightly as it trudged faster through the tracks. Y/N’s palms were pressed flat against the glass as she felt herself move father away from him, keeping her eyes on him the whole time.
Jimin stopped at the end of the platform, panting as he watched the train zip fast. Y/N frowned as his form became smaller and smaller, but reminded herself that this was only temporary and that they would see each other again. And so she lay back on her seat, thinking about the wonderful things she’ll be doing in the city.
Little did she know that Jimin had sunk to his knees at her loss, panting and gripping his chest as pain flared in his heart, causing his heart to beat erratically and his breathing turning abnormally shallow.
End of flashback
The town was quiet as the blue hour reached its last moments. Everything looked familiar yet different; from the shops lining the streets I used to go to, to the feeling of emptiness and strange detachment as it’s been years since I’ve been here.
Seven years, to be exact.
I passed by the old shoe salon and smiled slightly, remembering the white sneakers I had brought Jimin for his tenth birthday. I could still remember that day; how the smile lit up his face and probably the whole town. I’ve never seen anyone so happy to be receiving a pair of shoes before. His happiness made it worth it as I spent my money saving up for it instead of saving it for a trip with my uncle to the city.
Seeing Jimin smiling and happy was always worth it.
My smile faltered when I reached the diner. Halmeoni passed a couple of years before I left and it was a big blow considering she was the one who took care of me after my parents died at sea when I was two. She was my only family apart from my uncle, and when she had gone, it felt like a part of me was taken away.
The diner was open and it was currently run by a boy named Kim Jongdae, who was a good family friend. I couldn’t take over the business as I had planned on leaving, so we gave it to the Kim’s who took it whole heartedly for grandma’s sake.
I would come in say hello, but later. Right now, there was someone I needed to see.
“Hey Dan, anything for me?”
Dan was the neighbourhood’s post man and delivered mail on a weekly basis. Y/N looked forward to his arrival as she always anticipated Jimin’s letters.
“Sorry Y/N, none for today.”
Y/N’s shoulder slumped at his words and told him to have a good day before saying goodbye and walking up to her dorm room.
It’s been two years since she arrived in L.A. After finishing college in Seoul, she flew to the states after being offered an internship at a production house. Y/N took it, finding it an opportunity to purse her Hollywood dreams.
She had gotten used to her new life after a year and half, which was more busy and harsh compared to her life back in South Korea. She was a small town girl suddenly thrown into the city life and it was overwhelming at first, but she had met some friends who helped her get around and soon Y/N moved around a city like she had been here for years, easily fitting in and getting around.
But the more she got used to it, the more, she realised, her old life slipped away from her grasp. And she tried so hard to keep that connection intact, but she wasn’t the one who had intentionally let go…
It’s been two years and Jimin should have graduated by now and followed as he promised. But he didn’t. In fact, he had stopped writing completely, leaving Y/N confused and clueless as to the reason why.
Time passed and life got even busier and Y/N couldn’t have waited for the mail to come forever. There came to a point that she no longer anticipated Dan’s arrival.
There came to a point where she had just given up on Jimin. Because it seemed like he had already given up on her…
He had already forgotten her.
End of flashback
By the time I arrived at the familiar hill, the sun was already peeking in the horizon, lighting up the sky.
Trudging up the small hill, I let out a gasp when I saw the expanse of blue waters and right at the bottom of the hill I was standing on was a familiar white house.
My heart hammered in my chest as I made my way down and upon arriving at the front door, I chewed on my lip as I knocked and waited for an answer.
I was almost afraid that I would be wrong and that the Park’s no longer lived here. But my source said they never left and I wasn’t sure what to feel when the door swung open and revealed a woman who was both familiar and unfamiliar at the same time.
“Y/N?” She asked in surprise and I confirmed that she was indeed the person I knew. Before I could speak, the woman had grabbed my shoulders and pulled me into an embrace. I almost cried right there.
Mrs. Park had aged a little in the seven years that I haven’t seen her. She now had wrinkles at the corner of her eyes and strands of white scattered across her hair. But she was still the gorgeous lady I remembered.
“Yes it’s me.” I murmured against her shoulder before letting go. “How are you, umma-ni?”
Mrs. Park smiled at the term. I’ve always called her mother even if I wasn’t her daughter by blood. Simply because she had known me since I was a baby and I was at their place most of the time I could’ve been mistaken as one of the Park’s.
“It’s been so long. You have grown so much. So beautiful!” She said as she touched my hair and I felt like I was twelve again when she braided my hair while Jimin stood and watched saying how having long hair seem so tiring and high maintenance.
Jimin, I suddenly thought and like a mother, Mrs. Park sensed the reason why I came.
“He’s out back. You know where.”
As I walked through the familiar sandy path towards the beach, I thought about what to say once I see him.
There were so many things going on in my head but mostly words of hate and disappointment for having cut off ties with me after all those years stood at the forefront. I may have left but he was the one who stopped writing.
He gave up first.
But was that really a reason to give up on him too?, a small voice in my head said, knowing I could have taken a flight back and visited if I wanted to. But I knew I couldn’t have considering right after college, work has imprisoned me in a cage of unending deadlines and workload.
I worked at a production company in Hollywood after having given up on auditioning for roles. I couldn’t take keep doing it only to get rejected every single time. I needed money to survive, and a stable job was the only thing that could give me that.
So I worked behind the scenes as a production assistant and climbed up the ranks. It was slow but I was able to do it and currently I was now the one holding auditions. It seemed that I had a knack for seeing talent and so my career took on a slight turn and I became a casting director slash producer.
Through the sleepless nights of shooting and writing, and full days of auditioning hundreds of hopeful actors and actresses, I barely found time to sit and watch my favorite movies or write back letters which I knew would be left unanswered.
Time, and life in general simply made us grow apart.
The autumn wind blew and I hugged my arms to keep warm. It was much colder here considering the sea breeze was stronger. But it was fresher; so different from the air I’m used to breathing back in L.A.
Upon reaching the beach, I saw a form sitting by the shoreline.
It was a boy wearing a striped sweater and jean shorts. He was hugging his legs to his chest, chin lying comfortably on his knees as he watched the waves lapping on the shore.
I felt my chest tighten at the sight for right there was Park Jimin, my best friend.
At least, to me he still was.
I walked down the beach, approaching him and he must’ve sensed my presence for he looked back and I felt like a deer caught in the headlights as I halted in place.
Jimin looked at me blankly before recognition dawned on his face and his eyes widened slightly, causing him to stand up shakily from the sands. We stood there just staring at each other for a while and I couldn’t help but observe the changes since I last saw him.
He had grown a lot taller and his face had matured. No longer were chubby cheeks, now replaced by eminent cheekbones and a sharp jaw line.
Jimin was no longer the boy I once knew and loved. He was now a man that was both familiar and a stranger to my eyes.
“Y/N?” Jimin asked in disbelief, breaking the eerie silence between us and I almost cried at the sound of my name coming out of his mouth. “You—what are you doing here?“
His question pierced my heart as it sounded like he didn’t even want me here. I planned on saying hello first; to ease into the conversation but the emotions whirling inside of me at the sight of him was too strong that I couldn’t help the sharpness of my tongue.
"I’m surprised you still know me.” I said bitterly. “I thought I might need to introduce myself again.”
Jimin frowned deeply at that. “Y/N—”
“Because I wrote letters, Jimin. But you didn’t write back.” I said and Jimin swallowed hard, looking guilty. “Why?”
Jimin didn’t answer for a while and I wanted to shake him so he’d show more emotions rather than that blank and kind of lost expression on his face.
“I didn’t because… I couldn’t do my promise.” He replied. "I’ve come to realize that this place…is where I belong. So I stayed here and helped out my parents instead.”
I pressed my lips together in a thin line, feeling pained at the fact that he had the courage to lie to me like that.
“You could have answered back at least? Told me that?” I said, voice breaking at the last word.
“I knew you were busy with your new life in LA. I… I didn’t want to be a bother.”
“A bother.” I echoed and I saw something break in his blank expression. “You didn’t want to be a bother so you just cut off ties with me just like that?” I chuckled humorlessly. “You chose to forget me instead.”
“I…” Jimin looked like he was running out of excuses to say and so I went on ahead to make it easier for him.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were sick?”
Jimin snapped up at my words and I saw fear flash briefly in his eyes. His lower lip quivered as he opened his mouth to reply, but no words came out. He probably didn’t expect I would know.
But I did.
It was a couple of days ago when I met with Hana, an old classmate in high school; one of the good friends I had apart from Jimin from Daeyang. We caught up for a bit and I discovered she recently moved here to the states to live with her American husband.
“Oh how are you and Jimin? Aren’t you two like… inseparable back then?”
That’s when I told her that I didn’t contact him anymore and that we ceased writing to each other a few years ago. I told her how Jimin probably forgot about me and decided to stay by the sea instead. He seemed to love it more over there anyway.
At my words, Hana looked surprised and told me things that made everything do a 360-degree turn.
She told me that Jimin’s had a heart problem from as early as he was born, one that caused blood to pump irregularly through his body. It was manageable while he was still young, probably why I never noticed. And he only needed to stay away from activities that required exerting too much effort.
Suddenly, I remembered how Jimin got tired so easily when we used to play.
Hana continued on and when I thought it couldn’t get any worse, it just did when she told me that Jimin had cancer. They found out about the blood disease a couple of years right after I left…which was also the time he had stopped responding to my letters.
That night, I drove straight to the airport and grabbed whatever flight was available to South Korea and flew here.
And now that I was standing before him, I couldn’t help but feel weakened as the truth stared me in the face.
“Jimin.” I called and he closed his eyes. My eyes pricked with tears as I stared at his face. He was so pale, and he had become so thin since the last time I saw him. So very thin.
Thinking about that made me guilty; made me feel like a total jerk because for years, I never contacted him having been busy with my own life. I never even saw this; saw the real reason as to why he wouldn’t come to the city and pursue his own dreams. For years, I believed that he intended that we grow apart.
But he wasn’t the boy who lived by the sea by choice.
I knew that now.
Jimin looked away from me, the wind blowing through his hair as we stood there on the shore. I wanted to step in and hug him but I was frozen in place.
“I… I didn’t want you to feel burdened.” Jimin finally spoke and it seemed like the beach had gone quiet, his voice echoing through my ears. “You told me so much about your dreams… the things you wanted to do once you got out of here, and I wanted you to reach them so badly. I wanted you to succeed so much I was willing to…” He paused, shaking his head. “I wanted you to leave without anything holding you back.”
“You promised me you were going to follow.” I said, feeling hot tears flowing down my cheeks. “Even when you already knew you wouldn’t be able to. I would’ve understood! If you would have just told me—”
“I didn’t want you to feel burdened.” Jimin simply repeated and hot—angry—tears burst out of my eyes.
“But you made me think you didn’t care anymore, Jimin!” I shouted at him and he winced, the pain eminent on his face. “I believed it for years and then you just stopped writing and I…I thought you hated me and then I find out you—” I gasped out and Jimin had his lips pressed tightly together as if preventing his own tears to come. “You were my best friend, Jimin. And for years I believed I was nothing to you.”
“No.” Jimin shook his head, chest heaving slightly as he took a step closer to me. “Of course not, Y/N! You were my best friend too. You—you mean everything to me.”
“Then you should’ve told me the truth.” I said as I turned from him, crossing my arms stubbornly.
Silence hovered over us until I heard a soft thud that made me turn around. My eyes widened when I saw Jimin kneeling on the sand, clutching at his chest.
I immediately went over to him, kneeling down and grabbing his face as it contorted in pain. My heart hammered in my chest in panic and I was about to call out for help when Jimin’s hand held my cheek; his touch cold yet gentle.
“I’m okay,” he reassured as he huffed out with a smile, thought it looked like he was trying hard to look okay for my sake. “I’m just…” he breathed out and smiled up at me. “So happy to see you again.”
Another tear fell from my eye and Jimin caught it with his thumb.
“I’ve missed you, Y/N. I’ve missed you so much it hurts.”
Looking at his pale cheeks and chapped lips, I could no longer stop myself and the sobs bubbled out of my chest. I closed the distance between us and hugged him. Jimin’s arms wrapped around my waist and hugged me just as tightly; as if afraid that if he let go, I’d disappear.
“I’m sorry.” I sobbed against his shoulder. “I’ve missed you too. God. You have no idea how much I’ve missed you.”
We stayed there just hugging, kneeling on the sands as the waves gently kissed the shoreline. Right then, I never realized just how incomplete I was until Jimin filled that spot that’s been empty all this time; making me whole again.
Jimin and I fell into our usual ways like the seven years spent apart never happened. We spent our days walking by the beach as Jimin needed to do some exercise at least a few hours a day, as well as a breath of fresh air. It was one of the reasons why he couldn’t leave the place. It was mostly for medical reasons.
From the time we spent, I learned that Jimin found out about the cancer—Leukaemia—a couple of years back and that he stopped responding to treatments since last year. He said it like it was a completely normal thing to say when hearing it made me want to break down and cry.
“I saw the movies you worked in.” Jimin said one night, as we were sitting by the shoreline with a bonfire as our source of warmth. We were wrapped up in a blanket, sharing only one as Jimin cheekily suggested body heat was better so we ought to just share. Now here we were side by side, wrapped up in one soft and comfortable blanket as the stars shone brightly above us.
I snorted. “You watched movies while here?”
“Hey, we might not have phone signal here but we’ve managed to improve a little.”
“Oh yeah? How so?”
“We have cable now.”
At that I laughed and leant my head against his shoulder. The cackling of the fire filled the dead air as I stared at the darkened and still sea.
“We lost so much time together.” I suddenly said and I felt Jimin sigh. “I can’t possibly bring those years back.”
“That was my fault, I guess. I didn’t mean to make you think I forgot about you. Because I didn’t Y/N. I thought about you everyday.”
I smiled at his words and hugged his arm. “I thought about you too…even if I hated your guts.”
Jimin chuckled at that and pressed closer to her. “How are your auditions coming along? I mean I know you’re a casting director so you’re on the inside now and that’s great, right?”
“Oh.” I paused, realizing I haven’t told him about giving up on the actress dream. “I…I don’t audition anymore.”
Jimin looked down at me with a frown. “Why not?”
I sighed. “Well, because Hollywood is much harsher than we thought. There were prettier girls to cast and the competition is deadly. I became a casting director instead and it isn’t so bad. I like my job a lot. The movies ought to have better faces on the screen anyways and I’m happy to help them find it.“
There was a pause before I felt myself being turned. Jimin faced me and cupped my cheeks, his thumb caressing my cheeks tenderly.
"That’s a lie. You are the most beautiful and talented girl I’ve ever known. And if Hollywood can’t see that then it’s their loss.”
I looked into his eyes and something shifted. All of a sudden, I wasn’t just staring at Park Jimin, my childhood best friend. I was staring at a man who called me beautiful, who held me like I was as fragile as glass and looked at me like he would rather look at only me for the rest of eternity.
And our lips met halfway.
As we kissed, I thought how funny it was that I never even realized how in love I was with him. I’ve been in love with Jimin for years…I just never worded it out.
“You have no idea…” He gasped out against my lips. “How long I’ve wanted to kiss you.”
“Since when?” I asked teasingly as I pecked his lips once more, making him smile.
“Since you wiped off the chocolate ice cream from my mouth when I was twelve.”
At that I laughed and kissed him more passionately, thinking how I unconsciously wanted to kiss him then too.
My hand made its way to his chest and I felt the rapid beating of his heart, calling my attention.
“Jimin,” I gasped out and his lips slid to my cheek then down to my jaw, kissing it tenderly. “You shouldn’t,” I tapped his chest lightly. “Are you okay?”
Jimin moved back a little to look me in the eye; his lips swollen, cheeks redder than I’ve seen it since I got here, and eyes full of love and adoration it shook me to the core. He took my hand and placed it above his heart, which was beating quite fast.
“It always beats like this for you.” He murmured and I wanted to cry from happiness then. “You make me breathless… in a good way.”
And with that I leant down and kissed him again, with the moon and the stars as the only witnesses to our love.
Jimin and I spent the next three months in our own little paradise; making up for the years spent apart while loving each other in a way we both have wanted to for so long.
Jimin put on a smile on his face everyday despite the fact that his disease was eating him up little by little. We all knew he only had a few months left before his sickness finally took over him, and I set the sadness aside and thought that how he would want to spend his days being happy…and seeing me smiling along with him.
From my arrival at fall, winter came and we had the best Christmas together. We spent it with family and some of our old friends.
By January, the jolliness of the season dispersed as the new year brought new complications from Jimin’s sickness. Sometime in the middle of the month, Jimin began to have trouble getting up and walking. But he still managed to do so and we would walk by the beach every morning and sit there by the shore just watching the waves and telling each other stories.
By February, things got worse as Jimin weakened and it was getting difficult to look at him as his face paled even more and his body weight dropped.
“You know he has never been happier since you came. I hope you know that.” Mrs. Park said to me one day when she caught me staring at Jimin who was sleeping soundly on the chair at the front porch.
I laid a blanket over him to keep him warm before sitting beside him and leaning my head on his shoulder. Jimin stirred and leant his head over mine, his hand easily finding mine to hold beneath the blanket. It was so natural, the way our bodies gravitated towards one another and it hurts to know this moment couldn’t last forever.
“Can we sit?” Jimin asked while walking down the beach and I helped him on the sand before sitting beside him.
“Are you okay?” I asked and he nodded, looking at me with a small smile. He was so pale today and I couldn’t help but feel a sinking feeling in my chest at the sight.
“You know I always wondered why this had to happen to me.” He said and I glanced at him with a frown. “Why the heavens just made me sick and decided to take me in earlier than most.”
I bit my lip to keep the tears at bay and let him speak.
“To be honest, I’ve accepted it a long time ago. I was sick since I was born. My heart has never been normal… but I still wondered why. Why me…?”
“Maybe…” I swallowed hard, having difficulty holding in my tears. I agreed with him that it was unfair. He was so young—23-years-old and at the prime of his youth to be sick and dying. “Maybe the heavens have something better planned for you.”
“Hmm.” Jimin nodded, considering it. “You believe in the after life?”
“I do.” I said, trying to keep him—and myself—hopeful.
Jimin nodded. “But I still hate it.”
“Being sick?” To my surprise, Jimin shook his head.
“No… Leaving you.”
I closed my eyes painfully shut as tears flowed from my eyes and I shook my head at him, trying to deny the truth that was already predetermined. He was dying and there was no stopping it.
“I love you, Y/N.” He said as he kissed my forehead tenderly and I cried even more as it felt like a goodbye. “You are and will always will be the only one I’ll ever love.”
“I love you too.” I whispered. “I love you too.”
A few days later, Jimin and I sat by our usual spot on the beach and he seemed more tired than usual. He hardly spoke and I had to half-carry him to the beach even if I strongly protested he just stay inside the house. But Jimin was determined and pleaded to go the shorelines and who was I to say no?
We sat there silently, with Jimin’s head nestled against my shoulder.
“Y/N?” He spoke after a long while and my lips quivered as I answered.
“You keep auditioning, alright? Don’t give up.”
A tear slipped from my eye as I nodded weakly. “I— I won’t.“
"And be happy.” I nodded again, unable to speak.
"I love you.” He added and it was almost a whisper.
“I love you too.”
There was a pause as he shifted slightly, his breathing seeming too loud in my ears despite the sound of the waves lapping on the shore surrounding us.
“Y/N, I’m tired…”
I let my hand hold the side of his face and kissed the crown of his head before leaning my cheek against him.
“Sleep, love.” I said, voice shaking as I kept my eyes on the waves. “It’s okay. I love you so much, Jimin.“
If I was looking down at him then, I knew he would’ve smiled.
Tears fell from my eyes like rain the moment I felt him too still, his breathing no longer audible.
”Jimin.“ I gasped out as the reality of the situation dawned on me. I let myself hold his still form, hugging him tightly with his head nestled against my chest as I cried out in grief. I could no longer feel the beating of his heart and it felt like the life was being sucked out of me. My whole body shook as I sobbed and it felt like the world was ending…
Simply because my world was no longer here.
(5 years later - Winter)
"And the Academy goes to…”
Time seemed to stop as the people around me stood and applauded, looking down at me with bright smiling faces.
My mouth hung open, unbelieving my name had been called out and my manager, Kristine, was the one who pulled me off my seat and practically dragged me to the stage to accept the Oscar.
I won. I won best supporting actress.
I took the trophy with shaking hands, and thanked the announcer before finally facing the crowd. I gave out my speech which I had written the night before, considering I never really expected to get the award, not with my fellow nominees being so great in their respective films.
I went on to thank the people that made this film possible; from producers, directors, and writers.
“Lastly, I would like to thank that one person who never stopped believing in me. He’s…he’s the reason I am here fulfilling my dream and I couldn’t have done anything without him.”
I leant back from the mic and blew a kiss to the heavens, whispering, “I love you Jimin. We did it.”
And the crowd gave me another round of applause.
Most days I miss him.
It took a long while before the pain subsided into a quiet longing; my heart aching at anything that reminded me of him.
But as I promised him, I went on living and continued to pursue my dreams. It was two years later after Jimin passed when I got a callback and eventually got a role starring next to some big shot movie stars. It was my big break, and everything went on from there.
Five years later, last winter to be exact, I won an Oscar for my most recent film and I was thankful and humbled by the blessing though at the back of my head, I knew I would trade it for a chance to see him again without a second thought.
To be with him again.
But life always did give you a hard time, but never without reason. If it weren’t for Jimin… if I hadn’t come back to him, I wouldn’t have realized how I was wasting my time living someone else’s dream. He reminded me of who I was… the person I had lost when we grew apart. I owed him everything and I knew the only way to repay him was to keep going… to keep living and being happy.
“This is also so unfair to you. You didn’t even have a chance to live your dreams.” I said to him and Jimin merely chuckled before approaching. He hugged me from behind; his chin nestling on the my shoulder and his arms caging me as his hands lay on the wooden rail of the front porch.
“Of course I did. Seeing you happy and successful was all I could ever want.” Jimin said as he kissed my bare shoulder. “Don’t you see? You are my dream, Y/N.”
End of flashback
I sat down on the sand and opened my notebook. It was a special one for not only did I write about my favourite films here… it’s also where I kept all the polaroids I had taken with Jimin in his last days.
I turned to the last page where my favorite photo laid, and it was a picture of Jimin looking over his shoulder with a small smile. A smile that was neither sad or completely elated…
It was a smile that said, “Be happy.”
A look that said, “I’ll miss you. But we’ll be okay.”
I miss you, I thought as I looked out at the sea and felt the warmth of spring hovering over me like a cloud. I realized then that like the seasons, pain and darkness were never meant to be eternal.
But our love was.
And so yes, I’ll be okay.
I rarely feel proud of the short stories I write but this one made me really happy and proud. I hope you guys liked it! <3