You enter the café, the bottom of your sneakers squeaking against the wooden flooring, as you spot him in a booth near the back. It’s quite late at night, and the weather only seems to be getting worse. Deep down, you know you should have just ignored his text and gone to sleep. First, because you have work in the morning. Second, because you’re no longer an intern at BigHit and you therefore have no reason to be in the same vicinity as Jeon Jungkook. But you never were good at turning him away.
T.O.P, who has been hospitalized due to an overdose of tranquilizers after being charged with smoking marijuana, will beleaving the intensive care unit tomorrow.
A staff member of Ewha Mokdong Hospital, where T.O.P is hospitalized, told Sports Chosun on June 8, “He has gained consciousness. His vital signs are back to normal. We think that it will be okay for him to leave the intensive care unit tomorrow. He is to get psychiatric treatment afterwards.”
The emergency team that has been taking care of T.O.P wanted him to get treated by neurologists and psychiatrists, but it was impossible since he was in an lethargic state.
The staff member said, “He can now talk and eat. His vital signs are back to normal. He will be transferred to a unit/ward for psychological rehabilitation on June 9 and will continue getting treatment. The doctors will discuss with T.O.P’s guardian whether he will get psychiatric treatment in this hospital or move to a different one.”
Earlier on, T.O.P’s mother arrived at the intensive unit with his manager and said, “He’s much better now. He looked me in the eye and recognized me.”
On the same day, a statement of indictment was delivered to the 42 Squadron to which he was assigned.
Police authorities said, “The court sent a statement of indictment to T.O.P on charges of smoking marijuana today. The statement will probably arrive tomorrow as it was sent through registered mail. T.O.P will be losing his status as a conscripted police officer and the authorities will further deliberate his status. His services will end immediately and be sent home.”
According to the rules, conscripted police officers who have been prosecuted without detention are removed from their status once they receive a letter of indictment from the court. T.O.P will be tried in court, and the court will decide on the possibility of the continuation of his army service. First time drug offenders are usually sentenced with probation. In rapper Iron’s case, he was sentenced to eight months in prison and two years of probation for smoking marijuana on three occasions in the first trial.
The court will decide on whether T.O.P will continue his military service. If the court sentences him to more than 18 months in prison, T.O.P will dishonorably discharged from the military. He will no longer be obliged to do his military service. If he is sentenced to less than 18 months in prison, he has to finish the remaining period of his military service.
According to the doctors, T.O.P is recovering quickly. Since he was in a lethargic state after overdosing on tranquilizers, the doctors think that the most important thing to do is evaluate his mental well being. Afterwards, he will be getting treatment from neurologists and psychiatrists.
Meanwhile, the police started the investigation suspecting that T.O.P smoked marijuana in October last year at his house before he joined the police. The police tested his hair, and it came out positive. The police charged T.O.P with violating the drug laws of Korea and sent his case to the prosecutors. Afterwards, the prosecutors prosecuted him with without probation for violating drug laws.
T.O.P passed the final test of the 348th test for recruiting conscripted police officers by the Seoul District Police in November last year. He joined the police in February 9 and was doing his service as as a member of the police band of the Seoul District Office. After being prosecuted, T.O.P was transferred to the fourth task group in Yangcheon-gu.
T.O.P apologized and said, “I would like to apologize for all the disappointment caused by my wrongdoing. I’m too ashamed of myself to even stand in front of people and apologize face to face.”
T.O.P’s first trial will take place on at the Seoul Central District Court on June 29.
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Man he’s only getting better and better with time let’s hope everything is gonna work out we have to support him he needs us through this
Prompt No.2: “I don’t think anyone could ever be as lovely as you.” (could be funny/sarcastic, or fluff, honestly the writer has free reign). Based off of the Breakfast Club.
Genre: The Breakfast Club!AU.
Author: Admin Kaycie
Summary: “Dear Mr. Lee,
It is to our understanding that from today’s detention session that you wanted each of us to write a letter of self reflection, detailing our wrongdoings and what we’ve learned from committing such “heinous acts” in the eyes of the school officials; however, after much thought, we’ve decided to tell you the story of who we are as a whole.”
Tags: Namjin, VMin, drug (Marijuana) use, alcohol consumption, smoking, profanity, etc.
*Please read Author’s Note below the read more cut.
Brief: Yoongi and Y/N have always been just friends, the occasional love making here and there meaning nothing to either of them. Yeah that’s the ‘clique’ nobody ever writes about.
Silence. The entire ride home had consisted of it and by now you’d grown bored. The low hum of the radio could barely be considered noise if the two of you weren’t talking, it was a useless distraction from the fact neither of you had exchanged a word since your departure from the restaurant.
“You can’t ignore me forever.” You finally spoke, eyes trained on your long nails as you worked at chipping the dark red polish from each finger tip. Reluctantly glancing over at the enraged life form beside you, you watched as Yoongi’s grip on the steering wheel tightened at your careless words. Knuckles painted a ghost white. For a moment longer there was silence before he sighed deeply.
“You’re right, but I can certainly try.” He spoke through gritted teeth, car speeding through the high class shopping district of Seoul, towards his apartment on the outskirts of the quaint tourist area of South Korea’s capital city.
“Just failed.” You mumbled cheekily in response, causing him to scoff in return before taking a sharp right and stopping the car on the side of the road quite abruptly, almost sending you hurtling forward if it wasn’t for his arm quickly coming to keep you in place. Even when Yoongi was mad, he cared and small actions like these made it difficult to stay angry at the male. You opened your mouth to rant and protest but was cut off by his own raving.
“I just don’t fucking get it Y/N, the entire time we’re out for dinner it’s Jin this, Jin that. Can’t we go anywhere without him either being there or you talking about him like he’s some god? What are you guys sleeping together to?”
“Me and Jin are not in that kind of a relationship and you know it! We’re just friends.” You half yelled in disbelief, listening to the overtaking cars pass by with the same amount of speed that once belonged to the vehicle you resigned in.
“Right, right, right, but isn’t that what we are? Just friends?” Yoongi responded, sarcasm dripping from every word that left his feline appearing lips.
“Oh I must’ve missed the memo, last time I checked this is exactly what you wanted. Too busy for a relationship as I recall so don’t give me that shit Min.” There was silence after that, once more, even the radio had since abandoned you once Yoongi finally tugged the keys from the ignition.
Stubborn, was the word that came to mind every time you busily explained an argument between the two of you to a girl friend ready to help. You always tried to work around his resilience to admit he was in the wrong, or even utter another word to you after you had single handedly managed to leave him speechless. This time was no different.
“You will always be my first choice.” You muttered, sighing afterwards as you felt yourself slowly calm down. Although the hysteria of the argument still lingered in the air causing you to cross your arms in a huff. His head turning slowly towards you as his eyes lingered level with yours. You chose to continue whilst you still had his attention; “Jin and I, are friends and that’s it. I love you Yoongi I only talk about Jin because sometimes I feel like it’s the only thing we have in common.” You finished, finally maintaining eye contact with him as you watched the change in his irises.
“What do you mean the only thing we have in common.” The dark haired male mumbled in response, his body turning to face you slightly.
“You know what I mean, you don’t want a relationship and I’m stuck here taking everything I can get from a man who’s too busy until it suites him.” You spilled, for the first time since Yoongi cut off his advances many months ago, you were being honest.
“That’s not true. I love you Y/N, you know I do! I just can’t give you what I want. I’m away most of the time and when I finally get a few moments at home I’m producing or preparing for when I have to leave again. I want to be with you, I do, but I thought it was easier for both of us if we just stopped pretending it could work.” Yoongi finished, his voice soft and his words tame as you closed your eyes in near annoyance for the new found information.
“But surely, if we tried, we could make it work. I want to be with you Yoongi, so bad.” You pressed on, watching the contemplation in his eyes. “You already give me exactly what I want I just want it to be official I just want to be able to call you mine and love you and only you. I don’t want someone who can give me every second of their day, who posts about what we’ve done every day of the week. I just want someone who gives me 100% during the time we do get to spend with each other.” You rambled until you were sure the gleam in his eye meant only good things. The dark chocolate of his orbs seemed to light up like the night sky at your words and it caused your heart to warm in response.
“I love you.” He stated simply. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you but I promise I’ll do everything I can to make this work.” He smiled, the corner of his lips tugging upwards as he stretched over the many gears and buttons of his modern car, to press a small kiss to your lips. It was short lived due to the uncomfortable setting in which the kiss took place but it held everything he couldn’t say with words and left you just as giddy as the first time he kissed you.
“You can’t give up on us.”
“I won’t, I promise.”
A/N: I gave my blog a complete makeover and deleted all my reposts to accommodate for my writing. This is my first drabble ever so I hope it gives someone some enjoyment.
Request: Mingyu imagine pretty please? 💙 He sees a new, cute girl in the neighbourhood (shops, cafés, parks etc) and falls for her. Here’s the trick: she’s always with a toddler and he thinks she’s married, thus he’s heartbroken and only admires her from afar. But it turns out she’s just a nanny :3 Extra fluffy with a hint of angst? Thank you 💙
Genre: Fluff and angst if you squint really hard
Member/Group: SEVENTEEN’s Mingyu
The sky was bluer than ever, and small children wrecked havoc among Olympic Park. A group of teenage girls sat on a striped blanket and ate lunch while discussing gossip that was circulating around the school, and a group of preschoolers sat examining a caterpillar that had made its way onto the busy pavement.
Among all this chaos, you called out to the kids whose parents had hired you to be their nanny.
“Hwa Young, say goodbye to the boys! It’s time to go home!” Your crystal clear voice called to the young toddler, and she flocked to your side before you picked her up and set her in her stroller.
“Unnie, can we please get some ice cream? Mommy said she would take me to get some, but that was a really long time ago before her and Daddy left to travel again.” Hwa Young’s bright eyes grew even larger than you thought possible, and you decided to pretend to think about it.
“Hmmm… I don’t know. Were you nice to all your friends today?” The small girl easily responded to your teasing, and brought her hands to her cheeks before nodding wildly.
“I swear I did! Mrs. Park even gave me a sticker!” Giggles escaped both of your mouths, and you began to walk with the stroller to the closest ice cream parlor.
Little did you know, but a man by the name of Kim Mingyu watched closely in the distance. His eyes followed your glowing smile, your luscious, flowing hair, and… your baby? He couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw you lift the small toddler out of her pram and onto your hip.
Damn, she looks so young. I never would have guessed she was married with kids…
Indeed, you were young, but also extremely single and childless. Mingyu gently flicked the back of his hand and walked on to Pledis’ studio, hoping that his band mates could help him realize how dumb it was for him to be spying on a “married mother”.
“But like, did she say she was married bro? You never know, she could be single and oh so ready to mingle with your sorry ass.” Vernon spoke casually, but quickly received a ever-so-holy slap to the back of his head from our lord and savior, Joshua.
“He’s right you know. Maybe you should go and try to get a date with someone else? Just to get your mind off things.” Jeonghan hopelessly tried to instruct Mingyu as he picked small balls of lint off of Seungcheol’s sweater. “Maybe ask one of the stylists, I bet they’ed love to have a dinner paid for by someone other than themselves.”
Mingyu nodded, and continued to look over his script for an upcoming interview. He was trying so hard, but there was no way to get the beautiful woman he had seen off his mind.
He’s right, he thought. Maybe I should ask (BF/N) if she would like to go get dinner or something.
It was another clear and warm evening, and you had decided to take Hwa Young into the shopping district of Seoul and grab some dinner. When asked where she would like to have dinner, she was not very helpful, so you decided on going to a pretty inexpensive barbecue place. Now, you sat grilling small pieces of meat and swatting away the toddler’s hands as you tried to give the meat time to cool before letting either of you indulge.
“Unnie, that man is staring at you over there! Is he the ice cream man?” Hwa Young pointed to the brooding figure around the corner, and you looked up. Your eyes met for a second before a second stranger came back and sat directly across from him.
“Hwa Young, eat your food so you can grow big and strong.” Narrowly avoiding having to answer the question, you carefully scooped meat on the young girls plate and spooned rice into her bowl. Throughout the whole meal, you looked back and found the stranger, who you admit was extremely handsome, staring at you. Never had you been so happy to see a waiter approach you with a bill. With a swipe of your card, you were free to walk out of the restaurant and away from the apparent stalker.
“I’m sorry, I just really have to go. I hope you enjoyed the meal, Noona.” Mingyu quickly jumped out of his seat. Now’s the time, I need to at least try to talk to her incase I never see her again.
By the time he had run out the front of the restaurant, he could see you sitting on a bench near a small playground as a small girl leaped on and off every piece of equipment possible. Cooly, he walked over and sat down on the bench next to you.
“Your daughter is very adorable.” CRAP. He sounded like a complete pedophile, how in hell would you ever consider talking to him now.
“Oh, she isn’t mine. I’m her very capable nanny that happens to have pepper spray in my bag.” You narrowed your eyes at him, but were overcome with shock when he burst out laughing.
“I’m sorry, it’s just… I saw you in the park and I really wanted to talk to you, but I thought you were married and had a kid! The only reason I was even at that restaurant was because one of my co-workers had said yes to coming to dinner with me to get my mind off you.” He choked out the words as large spasms of laughter shook his body. “Can we start over? Without being a pedophile or a psychopathic nanny?”
“Sure. My name is (Y/N) (L/N), I am (Age) years old, and am a full-time nanny for Hwa Young’s parents.” A smile radiated off your face, and Mingyu gladly returned one before starting to speak.
“My name is Kim Mingyu, I am 19 years old, and I am part of a group called SEVENTEEN.” His true goofy nature peaked through his words, and his introduction quickly evolved into a storm of gasps and chortles coming from both of you. In the distance, Hwa Young was starting to walk back towards you, and she was obviously extremely tired, as she was rubbing her eyes wildly back and forth. Small whines left her mouth, and you rose off the bench.
“How about we exchange numbers real quick, and we can meet when I don’t have a sleepy child to look after?” Mingyu nodded, and you both input your numbers into each others phones before saying a quick goodbye and parting ways.
That night, as you sat on the train to your small apartment on the outskirts of Seoul, you looked at the contact that had been entered by the attractive boy. You couldn’t help the fluttering in your heart when you saw what Mingyu had put as his contact name.
Your Future Boyfriend.
** Hey ya’ll! I hope you enjoyed this imagine, and I just wanted to remind you that my requests are open. Send in anything you’d like, and I will write it to the best of my ability! Love ya’ll!xx
Artist: Jay Park | Word Count: 2.539 | Soulmate!AU (12/?)
Soulmate!AU - You can write anything on any part of your body and it will appear on your soul mate’s body as well.
Ayee two scenarios in a day what a rare occasion!! Sorry again and again that it takes me super long to finish requests:( I hope you’ll like this anon<3
The name of the famous university would be written on Jay’s wrist
every day without fail, as sometimes the writing would look neat, while at
other times it would look sloppy. But it was clear enough for Jay to remember the
words easily, and he assumed that his soul mate was probably studying hard to
get a magister degree in Oxford. The writing had started probably two months
Why did he know that? Well four years ago you had written ‘Seoul
National Univeristy’, and now it seems that you have finished your studies and
got a bachelor degree in SNU. Although those were the only bits of information
he got about you, Jay didn’t want to take advantage of the powers. He could
have easily written his name and ask to meet you up, but he had a guess in his
heart that you barely knew about all of this soul mate thing, so Jay waited
silently and lets fate take over his meeting with you.
Four years earlier he was still building his career back in Korea,
while you were studying hard to get into the best university in the nation. So
even until now, when Jay’s career was going higher, he could sense that you
were still fighting hard for your education. And since meeting your soul mate
could be a pretty life changing experience, Jay decided to wait it out. Maybe
when your life is way more stable and steady, and when Jay was ready to meet
This was it, today was the day. Your result from two months of hard
work was going to be revealed today. Oxford Univeristy was going to let you
know if you got to enroll there for the master program, and you had been
restless ever since you woke up at seven in the morning. Since they were going
to release the information online through their website, you had to find a
strong internet connection so you could check it right away. And what’s a
better way than to chill at a café while you wait, right?
The thought of sipping a nice hot cappuccino while watching the snow
fall helped you calm your heartbeat down. And you quickly throw your duvet
away, jumping into the shower to get ready. You made sure you were properly
covered with clothes that will warm you up before making your way out of the apartment
to be met with the streets covered in white.
A few minutes later you were already boarding the subway to
Apgujeong, where your favorite café was located. Despite you being pretty
early, the train was pretty packed with people going to busy districts of
Seoul. Nonetheless, the view of the city covered in snow took your mind off the
crowd, and before you realize it the doors were sliding open as the speaker
announced that the line have arrived in Apgujeong.
You quickly recognized Jehan’s face from the glass door and you
pushed it forward, causing the bell to chime across the room. Jehan looked up
and gave you a wide smile, waving you to come closer to the cashier. Dudart Café
wasn’t full of people at this early in the morning, and you were secretly
grateful for that.
“It’s nice to see my favorite regular here,” Jehan greeted you with
a grin, “The usual?” He grabbed a cup and a pen, ready to write your name on
“Yes, and I’d have that donut for breakfast as well.” You said,
pointing at the glazed donut on the display.
“That would be 7 dollars,” You rummaged through your wallet and gave
him the money, “Your order will be coming up in a few, alright? Just wait over
there.” Nodding with a smile, you moved away from the cashier to the counter
while you wait for orders.
30 minutes left, you thought to
yourself, since the news would be released at 9 AM sharp in Seoul’s time. Your
eyes then moved from the clock that hung on the wall to the surroundings of the
café, and now that you realized it, today Jehan wasn’t working alone. There was
someone who was taking your glazed donut away from the display, and his face
oddly resembled Jehan.
“Here’s your order, thanks for ordering (Name)!” You nodded and gave
Jehan a small smile, although your eyes were still locked onto Jehan’s dopplegӓnger.
“Hey Jehan, do you mind if I ask who is that?” You braved to ask,
your curiosity getting the better of you, “He looks weirdly like you.”
“Oh, that’s my brother,” Jehan laughed, “Do we look alike that much?”
You broke into a chuckle and nodded.
“Well, I’ll go to my table then.” You then excused yourself from
Jehan as the man scurried off and continued to work.
You sat yourself next to the window so you could gaze outside,
watching the snow gently fall down to the street. Glancing up to the clock
again, you noted that you have 15 minutes left, and nothing was helping you
calm down at all. The sound of the clock ticking felt so loud despite the almost
empty café, and the caffeine you chugged in didn’t do any help for you. You
were left gripping onto your coat while staring at your phone, which displayed
Oxford’s website page, nervousness swimming inside your heart.
While you wait, you took out your pen and placed the tip on your
left wrist, gently writing ‘Oxford University’ over it. You tried to make it as
neat as possible despite your shaky hands, knowing this would be the last day
you would be able to write it on.
Jay stopped whatever he was doing to move his eyes to his left
wrist, seeing words suddenly written there. A small smile was placed on his
lips, knowing full well that his soul mate is now up and about, probably
studying hard for the entrance test. Jehan noticed the goofy smile his brother
had, and nudged him with his elbow.
“Hey! Quit smiling lovebird, you need to clean the glasses.” Jehan
shot him an amused look as Jay shook his head, getting his concentration fully
towards cleaning again.
“Alright boss.” Jay sarcastically answered, earning a laugh from his
Congratulations! (Full Name) has passed the test and will enroll in
Oxford for the Finance Master Program starting on 31st of January
2017. We will e-mail you about further details of the program and what you will
need to prepare for your journey.
You did it, you thought to yourself, as
tears welled up in your eyes and they gently trickle down your cheeks. There
was a smile painted on your lips, and you were truly grateful that your hard
work was paid off. You wiped the tears away with a tissue, although it didn’t
help to decrease the puffiness.
The cappuccino inside your cup was long gone, and so is the glazed
donut. So you picked your stuff up and walked out of the café, not forgetting
to thank the employees and Jehan on the way out. Greeted by the strong winter
breeze, the wind felt refreshing as if a good new start was about to come.
Jay was cleaning the tables, picking up the empty cups while greeting
fans that came in after. When he got to a table near the window, he saw a pair
of gloves sitting on the table and a pen lay right beside it. Jay furrowed his
eyebrows, feeling like he’s seen those gloves before.
“Hey Jehan, I think this belongs to one of your regulars,” Jay said
while approaching the cashier, “She wore this, right?” Jehan looked up and his
eyes turned wide, nodding at his brother’s question.
“Yeah, that belongs to (Name),” Jehan told him, “She must have
forgotten and left it there.”
“Did you know which way she left?”
“Wait, you’re going to catch up on her?”
“Yeah, she must have not gone that far,” Jay said,
determination in his eyes, “So did she go left or right?” Jehan was quick to
point to the right, and Jay didn’t waste any time to dash outside the café.
But it was a big mistake as the winter breeze hit him hard, causing
Jay to yelp softly. But he kept on running, being careful to not slip, while
his eyes darted left and right. He remembered you wearing a dark green coat and
black trousers, and as he walked further on he tried to distinguish your form
among the people walking down the street.
It took about ten minutes and an almost freezing body as Jay found
you, quickly recognizing you from how your hair fell down. He picked his pace
up and caught your left hand, not letting you take a step further away from
him. Although his action caused you to release a small scream, as you almost
lost your footing on the icy concrete.
“I’m so sorry, but you f-forgot your gloves,” Jay sheepishly grinned,
a tiny fog escaping from his lips, “And your pen as well!” This time, you were
the one gasping in shock as you realized the identity of the man that stopped
you so suddenly.
“Oh! You’re Jehan’s brother,” You whispered, “I- Thank you so much
for returning these back to me, and I-I’m so sorry you’re in this mess because
of me.” He was shivering slightly, his hair blown away as it was slightly messy
now, and his hand felt cold against yours.
Wait, he’s holding your hands?
This caused your cheeks to turn furiously pink, as you cleared your
throat awkwardly to give a signal for him to let you go. Jay chuckled nervously
seeing how he was still holding your smaller hand in his, and gently let your
hand free from his grip. But before doing so, Jay caught a small writing on
your wrist, one that seemed oddly familiar in his mind.
“Wait, you want to enroll to Oxford?” Jay asked cautiously after he
lets your hand go, eyes landed on the writing on your left wrist. Something
clicked inside his mind when he saw the writings.
“Yes, I am!” You answered with excitement, “Writing the name of the university
on my wrist just gives me motivation.” Jay was seriously taken aback by your
answer because when he looks twice, he realized how every curve of the words
were exactly the same as the ones on his left wrist.
Jay had an inner battle with himself on whether he should tell you
about the whole soul mate thing because he was so so sure you were his soul
mate, the one meant for him. The man found himself staring deeply into your
eyes, letting his heart beat faster and emotions take over him. What if you
stopped coming to his café? He asked himself. And what if this would be the
last time he would see you? And those simple thoughts were what pushed Jay to
finally confess, to break the news about him being your soul mate.
“Say, do you have a minute?” Jay asked, nervousness flashing in his
eyes, “I-I want to tell you something.” You raised an eyebrow, although you
were confused, you let him take your time for a moment.
“Uh, where do I even start?” Jay said to himself while releasing an
awkward chuckle, “Have you ever heard of soul mates? Where the love of your
life was assigned by fate?”
“Yeah, I have heard of them before.”
“But did you know that soul mates are true? That you really are
destined with another person, and people are granted powers to help them find
their soul mates.” You were staring at Jay in disbelief now, as you were
totally sure he was spouting nonsense.
“What are you talking about?” Although what Jay was talking seemed
out of the world, you stayed rooted on your spot anyway, still listening to
what he has to say.
“No! J-Just listen to me until I finish, alright?” Jay paused,
taking a deep breath, “We get this simple power where whatever you write on
your body will appear on your soul mate’s body as well. The truth is I saw you
writing ‘Seoul National University’ for months, and that was about four years
ago. And it have been a month or two since you’ve written ‘Oxford University’,
and the handwriting on my left wrist is the exact same as yours.”
“Really?” You gawked, gently taking his left hand to compare the
handwriting, “It actually is! You’re saying the truth after all…” Trailing off,
you were speechless as it felt so hard to accept this surreal fate.
“So that means that-”
“We’re soul mates?” You cut him off, feeling your heart beat faster
as you realize you had been standing super close to him. Too close.
“Yes, yes we are.” Your hand flew to your mouth, covering your lips
and not letting you gasp or scream in shock.
“Oh my god, I- Is this even real?”
“Yeah, it is. I know it feels like it’s hard to believe it, but it’s
Suddenly, it didn’t felt so cold anymore as Jay leaned closer,
suddenly not having control of himself as he was pulled into your shining
beauty. Your eyes seemed to glimmer like a pretty diamond, your skin looked so
soft and your hair would frame yourself so perfectly. And your lips looked so luscious
and plump despite the freezing weather. And you were also lured in by Jay’s
aura, his calming yet charming vibes that came out from him. He had a smile on
his lips, but his eyes were what mirrored the happiness he felt in his heart.
“May I?” You nodded, letting Jay’s hand grip your chin gently as he
leaned in to claim your lips, and warmth spread in you as your heart picked up
the pace, making your face blush pink as the blood rushed faster inside of you.
Jay felt the exact same thing, the same amazing feeling of butterflies filling
his stomach, leaving a tingling sensation throughout his body.
After a few seconds you both parted away, eyes widening in awe yet
amazement. And then you let out a laugh, his followed suit as you both laughed
over how funny was fate’s way to let you both meet.
“Wait! I almost forgot,” You squeaked, fishing for your phone and
snapping out of your trance, “I’m going to Oxford soon, next month. I just got
accepted into Oxford, actually.” The reaction from Jay was unexpected, as you
thought he wouldn’t be pleased knowing you’re leaving so soon.
“That’s so amazing of you!” Jay cried out, “I can’t believe my
girlfriend is going to Oxford! That’s- That’s one hell of an achievement!”
“Wait, you’re cool with this? Even with the distance we have to go
“I don’t mind, really. I know that Oxford is your dream, so we can
work the distance out. London to Seoul is just a few hours flight, right…?” You
found Jay cupping your chin with both of his hands, but trailed off from his
words since he didn’t know your name yet.
What an awful soul mate he was, Jay thought, trying so hard to push
the feeling of embarrassment down.
“(Name), my name’s (Name).” Giggling, you couldn’t help but place a
kiss on his blushing cheeks.
“R-Right. We can get through this, alright (Name)?”
“Yes, alright…” This time you were the one that stopped midsentence,
trying to remember if you had caught his name before.
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“Hyung.” Jimin turns to stare out of the window, noting the dark rain clouds that begin to form. “How did you meet your soulmate?”
“I’ve told you so many times. They have told you so many times,” Hoseok doesn’t look up as he replies, back pressed against the headboard of his bed and biology textbook perched on his lap. “Dream, seek and find.”
“I know.” Jimin says and it’s the same reply he gives whenever Hoseok reminds him. Jimin has heard this before, seen it on the brochures from every single Soulmate Agency in Seoul, yet it doesn’t mean a thing.
“But I want to hear it again, because…” Jimin doesn’t tear his gaze away from the clouds. Because it gives me reassurance, he omits.
Hoseok looks up now. Jimin knows. He can see it from the reflection in the glass panes. His brother takes a pencil and leaves it in the spine of the textbook before shutting it. “I dreamt of the place we’d meet at, in bits and pieces, like what most people do. It was noisy, rowdy and there were a lot of children. The more I dreamt, the more then I started noticing rollercoasters and candy floss stands.”
“How long did it take to find him?”
“A long time.” Hoseok leaves the textbook by his bedside and lowers himself onto the sheets. He turns and regards Jimin with a sleepy expression. “I dreamt of him when I was six and continued dreaming of him, until I turned twenty. I found him a year later. Bits and pieces, Jimin. Like they always say.”
“But… crowded, noisy places with candy floss stands could be any amusement park or carnival in Seoul.” Jimin reasons, as if there was one to begin with. “How did you know that Namjoon hyung was going to be at Everland, waiting for you to find him?”
“That, Jimin.” Hoseok yawns, eyes closing as he snuggles into his blanket with a knowing smile, “is the beauty of having a soulmate.”
Dreaming of a soulmate comes in a burst of colours.
It’s as if an artist had emptied buckets and buckets of paint onto an extremely large canvas. A person’s dreams form that canvas, on which the artist paints from wherever he desires; in the middle of the canvas, at the side, or sometimes starting from the corners. Humans can’t see it whole and it takes time for the canvas to be filled. It takes years for the scene to unfold, like it did for Hoseok. He’d watched the artist paint in the final square of the canvas and realize that he’d been dreaming about Everland all these years.
Jimin had first dreamt of his soulmate when he was eleven. Unlike his older brother, he wasn’t lucky. He didn’t dream about anything specific. He wishes he could have. Dreaming about museums or iconic landmarks like the Namsam Tower would have helped.
Instead, he’d dreamt of cherry blossoms. Lots and lots of them. Then, he’d also dreamt of streets. A long stretch of shops with bustling traffic. Generic. Plain. And unfortunately, unidentifiable.
The thoughts of aimlessly searching Seoul, district by district, just to find that street intimidated Jimin. He wouldn’t be able to do it. It was just impossible. This was the reason why the soulmate agencies existed, for people to employ a search team to find their soulmates. Jimin didn’t have that kind of money and it didn’t feel right too, to engage others to locate the person you are destined to find.
It’s different for everyone. Some people dream a little longer. Some people find a little faster. Seokjin had given Jimin a comforting hug, three nights ago. Baby steps. If you can’t find him or her and it saddens you. It’ll be same for them. This, I can guarantee.
Hoseok had long fallen asleep when it finally starts to rain. The rain falls gently at first and then heavily all at once. Jimin turns off the lights, buries his head beneath his blanket and prays to the Heavens that his dreams will be like the rain: gently, then, all at once.
That night, he dreams of a street filled with cherry blossoms, of bustling traffic and hustling pedestrians. In his dream, someone dressed in a bear mascot waves at him.
“You look like shit,” is the first thing Yoongi says when he slips into the table beside him during their chemistry lecture.
Jimin answers with a grimace. “It’s like the Gods are making fun of me. I… I dreamt of something new last night but it’s not anything identifiable. Again.” He looks down at his lap, shoulders sagging from dejection. “I dreamt of someone wearing a bear mascot. But I’m more than a hundred percent certain that we weren’t at a carnival or an amusement part like Hoseok hyung. My soulmate, whoever that person is, was standing along the streets.”
“What was he or she doing?” Yoongi prompts. “Performing? Giving out pamphlets?”
“I don’t know.” Jimin answers truthfully, exasperated beyond belief. “I woke up.” Baby steps. Seokjin’s voice ring in his ears. Still, he can’t help but feel disappointment seeping in his veins. “I don’t know hyung. I am never going to find him or her.”
Their professor enters the lecture hall and Yoongi doesn’t say anything. He wouldn’t know what to say, anyway. Jimin pulls out his notes and stares blankly at them.
No one has answers. No one can help him. No one will be able to see what Jimin sees or understand the connection he shares with the person he’s supposed to spend the rest of his life with.
And that’s the beauty of soulmates. It’s Hoseok’s turn to occupy his mind. But he appears with Namjoon, hand in hand and it makes it difficult for Jimin to swallow the tears he’d always been able to hide.
He cries a little. Yoongi hands him a dry napkin wordlessly, and spends the rest of the lecture rubbing a comforting hand down his back.
“Here.” Yoongi hands him his card. “Go and grab coffee. “On your way home or something. Just… cheer up, alright? I can’t offer much help and I hate feeling useless.”
“Thanks hyung.” Jimin smiles weakly. Yoongi had dreamt of Jungkook in Leeum Gallery, showcasing a marble sculpture of King Sejong. It’s difficult for Yoongi to relate. “But I kinda want to get home and nap. I’ll take up your offer next time.”
“Okay,” Yoongi frowns. He looks like he wants to insist but doesn’t and Jimin is grateful for that. “I know you’ve probably heard this a million times and you’re probably tired of hearing it again but it’s the truth. You’ll definitely find your soulmate, eventually. It’s just a matter of when. Don’t lose hope.”
“Yeah,” Jimin slings his backpack over his shoulder and pulls the collar of his oversized sweater over his mouth. “See you tomorrow, hyung.”
At 4pm, the streets are a little too crowded.
Jimin sighs at this as he trudges home, a little confused from the sheer number of people. He gets a little peeved when more than one person bumps into him.
He decides to take a shortcut, one he doesn’t really use because the pavements are usually emptier. It’ll cut through three blocks and get him home faster.
His head feels heavy. He’s tired. His eyes hurt from crying. Jimin just wants to run a hot bath, sink into the tub, and just… relax. He hopes that the Heavens can be kind enough to grant him a dream-less sleep.
Just this once.
He slips into an alley and trudges until the other end of the shortcut. When he exits, he notices something odd.
Cherry blossoms. Lots and lots of them.
He halts in his footsteps, watching in amazement as the afternoon spring breeze blows and petals cascade from the sky. Someone bumps into him from behind but Jimin doesn’t even flinch. There’s a weird sensation digging into his chest, something akin to realization and familiarity. Has he… seen this before? His brain surges, again and again, as his heartbeat races. He’s seen this countless times before, in different variations and different forms.
Could it be?
Jimin spins around and surveys his surroundings. It’s an ordinary street, with shops and cafés on both sides. Nothing’s amiss. People thread loosely around him. Some give him irritable stares and others pass with odd looks. Still, he stands rooted to the spot, refusing to leave. Something in him keeps his feet glued to the spot and rooted to his hunch.
Just then, the doors to a cafe across the street open.
Jimin sees a man wearing an apron stagger out of the entrance, pulling along a huge easel that bears a sign. Buy one coffee, get one americano free! What appears next knocks the breath out of Jimin’s lungs.
A bear mascot steps out of the café and positions itself just before the sliding doors. it holds a stack of pamphlets in one paw and uses the other to wave at a group of intrigued students standing before the easel.
Jimin gapes at the scene before him, realization washing through him in spurts, ilke the waves against the shoreline, torrential and forceful. He’s never felt like this before. It frightens him and his heart twists awfully beneath his sweater. Everything feels strangely familiar, as if he’d been standing at this very spot for years and years of his dreams.
A line begins to form outside the cafe. His mind scoffs at his lack of logic. His soulmate, whoever that person is, could very well be somewhere across the city, miles and miles away from him. Yet, his conscience persistently chants the phrase he’s memorized by heart.
Dream, seek and find, Jimin. Dream, seek and you shall find.
His body surges forward, and his feet drag him on their own accord, until he stands in line. Jimin plays with the hem of his sweater as perspiration beads on his forehead. He contemplates calling someone, anyone. Seokjin. Hoseok. Yoongi. He can’t do this-
The high schooler in front of him pivots and thrusts something at him. “It’s the order form. Take one and pass it on.” She says, before she turns back to her group of friends.
Jimin obeys and passes on the stack. The form looks a little plain with a few paw prints scattered around the page. Please indicate your order in advance and we’ll present your drink either warm and snuggly or cold and icy along with your free americano!
Jimin blinks at the paper. Well, if this were all just a hallucination and the bear mascot isn’t his soulmate, then he can nurse his broken heart with a cup of iced latte and a late night movie. He braces himself for this and indicates a “:)” next to the word “iced latte”.
You’re odd, you know that? Hoseok had scowled at Jimin’s habit of leaving ‘:)’s on order forms. Who the heck leaves smiley faces on forms?
Someone taps him on the shoulder from behind and Jimin looks up in a start to realize that he is at the front of the line. The mascot has its paws outstretched expectantly, waiting for Jimin to hand over the form.
“R-Right.” Jimin stutters. “I- I’m sorry. Here.” He holds out the form and watches with a bated breath for any kind of reaction from the mascot. Is it you? Jimin pleads with his eyes. Are you the one that’s looking for me too?
But the mascot shows not sign of recognition, none at all, as it holds a paw out to the person behind Jimin.
Jimin lets go of the breath he doesn’t realise he is holding as his hopes crash to the floor. His heart stings in rejection and it spreads instantly like wildfire across his chest, down his stomach to the tips of his toes.
Dejected, Jimin doesn’t even feel like collecting his coffee. It’s a huge slap to his senses. Jimin will never find his soulmate. Tears well up in his eyes and he makes a move to leave, But all of a sudden, a brown paw halts him by his waist and tugs him back.
Jimin gasps, hands flailing to brace themselves on the mascot’s shoulder. He’d almost tripped.
“Wait!” Someone says. It sounds muffled. The aproned guy from earlier emerges from behind and the mascot hands him the whole stack of order forms. “Hyung!” Jimin hears it say. It’s a guy. “Hyung, I’m really sorry. Take this. Give me ten minutes. Emergency. I got to go.”
And then the mascot is dragging Jimin away before he can fully react.
“Hey!” Jimin protests breathlessly. The mascot’s arms are all around him. Panic strikes and Jimin pushes away, as hard as he can. “What are you doing? Let me go.”
The mascot releases him and pulls off the head piece. The guy is slightly taller than Jimin, with hair pressed to the side of his face due to the costume. But what hits Jimin the most is his face: beautiful eyes framed by long eye lashes, chiselled jaw and a defined nose bridge.
“You-” The boy begins, and he gapes at Jimin, eyes raking all over his body. Jimin squirms beneath his gaze, flushed and bothered. He takes a step back and tries to walk away but the mascot snags his wrist.
“No! Don’t g- Y-You’re my soulmate!” The boy exclaims. His grip tightens. “Yes, yes you are my soulmate!”
In any other situation, Jimin’s heart would have soared so high that it would find its home beneath the clouds. But his heart numbs in pain. The incredulity in the situation riles him up and Jimin pulls his wrist harshly out of the boy’s grip.
“If you think this is funny. It isn’t.“ Jimin lashes out. “I’ve had enough.”
The boy looks confused and a little hurt but he makes a grab for Jimin’s hands again, refusing to give up. Jimin isn’t fast enough and the boy holds onto his forearms to draw him nearer.
“I’m not kidding!” The boy is close to tears, voice frantic and mouth agape. “I’m not! You! You left a smiley face next to your order. It’s… I’ve dreamt of this since I was fifteen. You really are my soulmate.”
“Cherry blossoms. Streets full of people. Loads of them. It’s noisy. Bustling. I…” The boy stumbles over his words. “And someone passes me back a piece of paper with a smiley face. It’s you! Even the handwriting is the same!” He cries.
Jimin takes in a deep breath, letting the cold air fill his lungs to the brim. He’d not mentioned a single word about how he’d dreamt of meeting his soulmate, and yet the boy speaks like he has been in the same set of dreams for years.
Jimin opens his mouth. He wants to say something but words fail him.
“Please don’t leave.” The boy’s eyes are teary. He wraps both arms around Jimin and tries to tuck Jimin beneath his chin. It’s a little awkward because the bear’s costume bulges a little at the tummy, but he manages to. “I’ve been working at this cafe for years just waiting for you to appear. I… I’d almost quit my job last week but something told me to push on. I just… I’ve been waiting for you for so long.”
Tears stream unbidden down Jimin’s cheeks and he wraps his arms around the boy’s middle. “Me too.”
“I’m Taehyung. Kim Taehyung.” He pulls back and smiles through his tears. He tugs off his paw gloves and cups Jimin’s cheeks. “Why are we crying? This is silly. We’re supposed to be happy.”
Jimin laughs, despite the situation and reaches for Taehyung’s cheeks too. “I’m Jimin. Park Jimin and… I’m your soulmate.”
“Hi soulmate.” Taehyung grins, one that shows all his teeth. “You’re going to be stuck with me for a really, really long time.”
A/N: WEW THIS. THISSSS. My Vmin feels are soaring (beware of seagulls). OH dear this is soooooo ;3; I hope you love this!!!!!! I enjoyed writing it too!!!!
The first trial for the trainee involved in BIGBANG member T.O.P’s marijuana case has taken place.
Han Seo Hee, who was previously revealed to be the trainee,has been sentenced to four years of probation with the possibility of a three-year prison sentence if she commits a repeat offense during her probation period. The Seoul Central District Court also ordered 120 hours of drug rehab and a fee…
Okay SO. I just… couldn’t figure out how to write an easy drabble with this because in order for Saeran to actually go to college I would have to change his entire childhood? So… here’s the result of starting down that route. It’s… like an introduction, a first chapter, if there’s interest in me continuing it…and it’s told in first person because I felt like it, okay? Anyway. It’s not edited, yet, I plan to do that in a bit on my phone so forgive any mistakes… Anyway, here we go…
I first met my best friend and my boyfriend when I was 12 years old. Not that I knew it at the time, but there they both were, following my cousin Rika’s boyfriend into her house, matching sets of red hair and golden eyes staring at me. They were identical and I was in awe; I’d never seen twins in real life before that moment. The only physical feature that distinguished one from the other was the set of round glasses one wore, but their personalities were another matter. The one with glasses had a wide grin on his face and was nearly vibrating with excitement while his brother stood behind both him and V, watching me with an expression I didn’t understand at the time. I definitely did not hide behind her legs at the intrusion, and I certainly didn’t stutter when one of them spoke to me.
Let me back up a bit. My name is Yoosung Kim and I’m a 22-year-old college student at SKY University. My major is veterinary medicine, although I’ve lost a lot of my drive to complete my classes. In fact, the only reason I reliably come to school anymore is because of Seven driving to my house and dragging me there. I’m not sure why he’s so insistent since it’s not like he goes to many of his own, but every morning he’s at my place without fail. Well, he was, but recently his life has changed in a way that’s causing him to become even more reclusive than normal, which is not a good thing. I had hoped the days of me forcing him out of his apartment were long gone, but apparently not. He won’t even let me in to speak with him right now, something I find incredibly irritating since the only other way is to learn Arabic to get past the completely unnecessary lock he has on his door.
Honestly, what 23-year-old does that? Puts a password-coded lock in a different language on the door to their apartment on the 12th floor? My best friend, that’s who. Whatever.
Request:I wanted to request something, where you are eating ice cream (or something like that) and there is some of it left on your cheek without you noticing it and Yoongi clean it, and you get all blushy and the maknae line start to tease you both (Noona likes Suga-Hyung or something like that) and Yoongi ends up saying: “I like her, so, what is the problem?”
Genre: Fluff / Comedy
-You don’t have to come with me Y/N- Yoongi said as soon as you got inside the car and buckled up your seatbelt.
-What are you talking about? Of course I do-
Yoongi drove off your neighborhood to go to Big Hit where he had to pick up Taehyung, Jungkook and Jimin to make them some favors. It wasn’t like Yoongi was their personal driver, but taking into consideration that Jin had his personal schedule packed and him being the second oldest, it was his responsibility to take care of the maknaes and drive them to do their stuff, besides none of them had a driver license yet so they had to depend on Yoongi or Jin for these things.
Yoongi and you were friends since a long time now, and as time went by you noticed how the chemistry and attraction between the two of you grew bigger, but for now you were just friends, being that both of you were a bit too shy to finally say out loud that you liked each other.
Now in the car you could take notice of it as always, how Yoongi’s eyes would drift away from the road every few seconds to stare at you because he thought you were focused on the window, or how he would try to keep that small talk that you initiated even though you knew he wasn’t a talkative person.
For today you had actually other plans, you were going to get together and discuss some of his latest photographs but a last minute call made you change your plans, the manager had instructed Yoongi to take the maknaes to some mall to buy some necessities and you had offered to tag along since you weren’t doing anything interesting that afternoon.
Of course Yoongi opposed at first, telling you that it would be boring and that surely the maknaes would be playing around and making a mess out of everything but you smiled and shrugged it off, telling him to pick you up so you could keep him company while they did their shopping, at the end he agreed and now you were outside of Big Hit’s building waiting for the three maknaes.