perfect hyun

8

RFA in Autumn

It’s getting colder – I hope everyone stays warm ♥ I’ve always wanted to draw autumn themed art it’s so fun *THROWS LEAVES EVERYWHERE*

I also posted wips && previews in my instagram earlier♥

“Love Me” by Yiruma

Manila traffic gets worse with each passing day. I doodled this in the car ride home and it came out pretty okay, so I decided to post it here! But come on Cheritz, this man is so bloody blessed, its unfair. Musically-inclined people are goals;; I can’t sing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star to save my life.

If you’re curious (youprobablyaren’t), the first three days of school were chill, but I can see it escalating pretty quickly. Not too long before I’m basically Jaehee, just y’all wait and watch me scrambling to submit all my science reports on time.

8

They’d been so close to each other, but they ended that friendship.

BTS 4th army zip magazine unit interview: J-Hope + Jimin

Q1: what was your impression of each other?
J-Hope: It was me who went to pick Jimin up when he first came to Seoul from Busan.
Jimin: my first impression of hobi-hyung was really good. He is like the next-door brother who will listen to my problems and worries.

Q2: about your strengths and weaknesses.
J-Hope: Jimin looks like he knows everything and very well-mannered but then when he is upset about something, he will really down and kinda depressed.
Jimin: Hobi-hyung…he’s got a lot of good points, first off…I really like his bright personality he always lift and keep our group’s spirits up. and hobi-hyung’s weakness? he gets tired easily. *laughs*
J-Hope: oh…this is something that I can agree with, I get tired easily and when I am tired, I don’t talk much.

Q3: there are this saying among ARMYs that Jimin takes good care of J-Hope and thus earning him the nickname “Jimin-mom”.
J-Hope: really? maybe it’s because we share the same room and we talk to each other a lot.
Jimin: maybe it’s because we know each other well?

Q4: looks like J-Hope really love to pat Jimin’s head.
J-Hope: ME? doing this to Jimin?
Jimin: I guess Hobi-hyung likes to see me get mad *laughs*
J-Hope: yes right, I like to see Jimin gets angry that’s why I like to play with him *laughs*

Q5: since the both of you share the same room, how do you divide the house chores like who cleans the room or vacuum the floor.
J-Hope: I did! because I like to keep our room clean.
Jimin: I tried to help too but…I don’t really know what I should do *laughs* a6:nd Hobi-hyung nags a lot when I didn’t keep the room clean like he always asks me “Jimin-ah, did you throw all the rubbish away?”

Q6: how much will you rate each other for being roommates.
J-Hope: I will Jimin a 95! 5 points deducted for not organizing his stuffs well *laughs*
Jimin: of course I will give Hobi-hyun a perfect 100! Hyung is the best roommate one can ever have.

Q7: what will you name your room?
J-Hope: Hope Room!
Jimin: I like this name too *laughs*

Q8: last but not least, “J-Hope / Jimin to me is…”?
J-Hope: Jimin my cute little puppy  ( ˘ ³˘)♥
Jimin: Hobi-hyung is a very reliable hyung, you can depend on him like you don’t have to worry about other things.
J-Hope: our Jiminnie iis so cute I just wanna squish his face ahhhhh!

TRANS: jimint1013
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Perfect Perfidy

ANGST JUMIN X READER. I pantsed this story pls forgive my sad trash soul.

You hop out of the cab and walk into the large apartment building after paying the driver, for some reason when you had texted Driver Kim to come pick you up he had responded with a text saying he had orders from Mr.Han and could not pick you up. You were confused since Jumin knew you were visiting your parents’ house and needed a ride but you dismissed it and called a cab, deciding to ask Jumin what had happened while you were gone.

You got into the elevator and scanned the penthouse access card, jabbing the highest level with your thumb, in a hurry to go home and meet Jumin after a long day and share a peaceful glass of wine with your love. The elevator door dinged and opened, serving as the front door of your shared penthouse. Instead of normally announcing your arrival like you normally would, you decided to give him a ‘surprise’ instead. You smirked as you walked in quietly after slipping off your black pumps and placing your handbag on the kitchen counter and walked towards his home study only to find the light wasn’t switched on. You furrowed your brows and walked to the main bedroom, you heard a faint groan as you neared the door and … panting?

You sped up in fear that Jumin was in pain and hurt but a light blush covered your face when the thought of him … relieving himself, crossed your mind. You slowly opened the door and your heart sunk as your hand flew up to stop the gasp that was about the escape from your mouth, you stood there silently, as if you were waiting for the scene before you to just disappear, hoping it was just a trick of your eyes but deep down you knew it was real and that you were torturing yourself as you watched, your soulmate, your lover, your husband, Jumin with another woman in the bed you two had previously shared together.

Your vision blurred as tears filled your eyes, you let out a choked sob on accident when you saw her roll her head back in bliss, the bliss that Jumin was giving her. They both snapped their heads toward you once you had made your presence known.

“Juju, who is she?” the woman under Jumin asked, however, her question was answered with silence.

You stared at Jumin and he stared back, however it was hard to specify his expression because of your crying which blurred everything out so you angrily wiped at your eyes with your sleeves and tried to calm yourself down before looking at him again. He looked shocked and guilty, his mouth hanging open and completely unaware that the girl he was screwing crawled out and was redressing herself, you let out a shaky sigh and closed the door and ran out of their like your life was on the line, because you knew, if he called you, you would break.

You paused for a moment as you looked at the ring on your finger, you scoffed and painfully yanked it off your finger and slammed it down on the kitchen counter, grabbing your handbag and slipping your shoes back on and running into the elevator without a second thought as to where you would go or how you would get there, you jabbed your thumb on the carpark button and watched as the doors closed just as you heard him scream your name.

As soon as the doors closed your legs felt like jelly but you didn’t let yourself collapse, you brought out your phone and texted Zen.

I’m coming over, sorry”

Instead of waiting for a reply you switched your phone off and tossed it in your bag, you didn’t want Seven tracking you and you didn’t want to be reminded of Jumin if he called or texted you. You knew you couldn’t go to your mothers as you had just visited and assured her everything was fine, you didn’t know where Seven lived, Jaehee was already stressed as is and Yoosung is still in college, much too young to worry about things like this. Besides Zen was a close friend and you trusted him with your life.

When the doors opened to the carpark you spotted Driver Kim and ran over to him banging harshly against his window, he jumped in fright but when he realised it was just you, he rolled the window down.

“I don’t give a flying fuck what Jumin ordered you to do, I need you to take me Zen’s apartment, now”

Driver Kim nodded and started up the car as you hopped in, grateful he ignored however kind of mess you looked like right now. As you sat there in silence you allowed yourself to cry after sliding the partition up, you wished you could forget what happened, what you saw, but your life revolved around him,  even this flaming car smelt like him.

Your throat seized up as you cried only allowing a loud gasp to pass through once in a while as your lungs burned for air, your eyes swollen from irritation of you repeatedly wiping them and your legs and fingers quivering the entire duration of the ride.

You were a mess.

You felt the car come to a halt and lowered to partition.

“Thank you for the ride and please, I beg you, do not under any circumstances, tell that fucker Jumin where I am" 

With that, you waved Driver Kim goodbye and stepped out of the car before watching him drive off. You turned around to walk into the building but you were already greeted with a soft hug with who you guessed was Zen. His tight embrace triggered your break down and you leaned against him, melting into his arms and nuzzling your face into his chest to muffle your cries. He stroked your hair silently as he rests his chin on top of your head for a couple of minutes before pulling away to look at you, you really wish he hadn’t.

"We should go inside babe, you can tell me all about it tomorrow ok? Did you eat?”

You nodded your head when in fact you haven’t eaten dinner yet, you had lunch at mums and left hers around 5 because you wanted to eat dinner with Jumin but you didn’t really feel hungry. As Zen led you inside, punching in the passcode for his door, you checked your wrist watch, it was almost 7 and you wanted nothing more than a hot shower and sleep.

You and Zen walked in and you were engulfed with warmth, his home smelt like Zen’s cologne, which wasn’t a surprise since he was the only one who lived here. You slipped your shoes off as Zen walked off and you put your bag down as he came back with a towel and a pile of clothes.

“You can borrow my clothes for now and the shower is just down the hall, I’ll sleep on the couch too” Zen instructed, you thanked him and walked into the bathroom, avoiding the mirror as you stripped down, putting your hair up into a bun and stepped into the shower. 

It felt weird to use another man’s body wash but you were too tired to care. You tried to wash away your painful feelings as much as you could until you noticed your pruned fingers, you shut off the water and dried yourself off, accidentally looking in the mirror, it was still slightly foggy but that couldn’t hide your swollen eyes and tired face, despite feeling fresh after a long shower. You sighed and put the clothes on, ditching the track pants because they were too big and Zen’s shirt was practically a dress which hid his soft boxers that you wore underneath.

You walked out of the bathroom as you took you hair out of its up-do and spotted Zen sitting on the couch drinking a can of beer and reading what looked like a script. A thought crossed your mind as you looked at his beer and are reminded of the clenching pain in your chest and anxious feeling in your stomach, you wanted to know what it felt like to drink your feelings away, find out if you really can forget the pain of today.

Zen had noticed your gaze on his drink as you were standing there for some time, at first when he saw you he had blushed, struggling to keep the beast at bay, but when he saw your face his own expressed one of concern. He got up and walked to the fridge grabbing a can of beer and handing it to you.

“Here have one, you’ll feel more at ease”

You grabbed the can after nodding your head in thanks and took a big gulp, the alcohol burned your throat but you liked it this time around, last time you had alcohol was with Jumin and you were drunk and reckless after three glasses of wine, after that fiasco he had banned you from any alcoholic beverages.

You sat down on the couch silently staring into nothing as Zen read his script, his company more comforting than small talk. The more you drank and the more you sat there in silence your mind began to wander, depressing thoughts filled your head as you tried to think of possible reasons why Jumin would do that to you, you knew that you were just a commoner and he was from a world of elites, the two of you were never meant to be, but you couldn’t figure out where you went wrong or when he started showing signs of malcontent.

You sighed as one drink turned into three and three turned into five, you were too tired to cry over this anymore, your eyes were sore and your throat felt scratchy and the alcohol wasn’t helping. You looked over at Zen as he read his script sometimes mouthing the words, his brows were scrunched up in concentration trying to memorise each word, you leant back as you watched him, he was a refreshing sight for you since he wasn’t an elite, you smiled as you felt your senses dim and the feeling of sleep cloak over you.

Zen checked the time on his phone ignoring all the calls and texts he had gotten from the RFA, it was nearing midnight. He looked over at you and found you asleep with your mouth hanging slightly open and smirked as an idea came to him, he opened the camera app on his phone and snapped a couple photos of you laughing as he did, as soon as he was done he picked you up and plopped you onto the bed.

“Jumin? Your hair looks kinda white”

Zen flicked his eyes back to you in surprise, you had grabbed his hand while half asleep thinking he was Jumin and pulled him into the bed with you.

“Can you sleep with me Jumin? You’re warm and I feel cold” you muttered.

Zens heart ached as you said his name again and sighed in frustration as he let you snuggle up to him, clinging to him like a koala would do to a tree. How did Mista trust find kid he manage to steal you away from him even in your sleep, his bed and his house? He scoffed before looking down at you, your face looked peaceful as you slept on his chest, a stark contrast from a couple hours earlier.

He turned on his side and draped an arm around your waist pulling you close, he knew this wasn’t the right thing to do when you were at your worst, it was obvious something major had happened, but he was going to ask you about it tomorrow and to his defence, you had confused him for Jumin, yanked him into the bed and clung to him like a lost child. Just this once he wanted to hold you close while he had the chance. 

He fell asleep holding you close, trying to shield you away from the horrors of the world even in his sleep.

Find part 2 here, part 3 here, part 4 here!, part 5 here!!!! Part 6 (final)