seoul incheon

Error Pt 2

pairing: yoonkook x reader

 genre: soulmate!au, college!au, basketball player!yoongi, angst, smut, some fluff, poly!yoonkook x reader

 rated: 16+

 word count: 3,679 words

 warnings: smut, daddy kink, dom & sub tones, dirty talk, light spanking, name calling, public sex, office sex, begging, praise

 preface: au where when you look in the mirror you can only see your soulmate in the reflection

 Part 1

After the encounter with Jungkook you feel like you have hope. The first time he’d seemed adamant, but this time he seemed vulnerable. You feel like you have part of the puzzle that tells you why Jungkook is the way he is but fuck if you aren’t desperate to know the rest. You haven’t given up on him and you feel like he hasn’t given up on you either and on your elder soulmate.

 ‘Y/n?’ Hyunmi calls from the bathroom whilst you’re cooking an omelette in the kitchen.

 ‘Yeah?’ you shout back, using a spoon to push the egg away from the sides of the pan.

‘Wanna go to a basketball game tonight?’ she says poking her towel-wrapped head out from the door.

 ‘Is that supposed to take my mind off things?’ you ask, arching an eyebrow.

 ‘Shut up, it’ll be fun. I love basketball.’ She continues, huffing.

 ‘Yeah, I guess, might as well.’ You shrug.

 ‘Sick.’

 Your omelette turns out sub-par, your attempt at flipping the other half over didn’t quite go to plan but fuck it –it tastes good. You don’t have any classes today but you need to make a start on your theory coursework. You start with cadences and begin at least two hours worth of melody and harmony techniques. It’s half five by the time you’re finished and you scramble to get dressed. You opt for some trendy shit, you’re pretty bold with your fashion choices (a passion of yours for creative outlet) and head of the door with Hyunmi in tow.

 When you get to the stadium it’s packed. I mean unsurprisingly considering that it’s a professional KBL game. As you and Hyunmi take your seats you notice the wood of the gym floor and your brow furrows at the familiarity of it. You’ve definitely never been here but the déjà vu is unmistakable. You shake it off. You’re clutching a large slushie and Hyunmi too as you wait for the players to come out.

 ‘It’s the Seoul Knights vs. the Incheon Electroland Elephants.’ Hyunmi states, nonchalantly. You’re pissing yourself and choke a little bit on your drink. 

‘Electroland Elephants. Are you having a fucking laugh?’ you burst out.

‘I know, like what the fuck? Moving on, I’m definitely here for the knights. Kim Namjoon is a god and I’m ready to see him live, in action.’ She’s practically swooning and you laugh at her adoration. Not many people get to see fan-girl Hyunmi and you’re glad you’re one of the few.

A few minutes later the mascots come out, pumping up their sides of the crowd with more skill than you expected. The backflips they managed to do surprised you, was basketball really this serious that they needed an Olympic gymnast for a mascot? Looked like they got a bad deal considering the costumes they had to wear.

Once the mascots have finished it’s finally time for the teams to start coming out and as they file out into the court the crowd is going fucking wild. The Knights roll of the right entrance in fire engine red and the Electroland Elephants (seriously wtf?) out of the left in sky blue.

‘There he is! Number 94. Fuck… he looks so good.’ Hyunmi points to a tall man, smiling out at the crowd, showcasing his deep dimples.

‘Wow, yeah he’s gorgeous.’ You remark, admiring his lean physique and pure beauty.  You watch the rest of the Knights as they keep coming out and notice number 7 running around the court madly, hyping up the crowd. He’s probably on of the happiest people you’ve ever seen.

Hyunmi’s watching him too. ‘That’s Jung Hoseok, he looks cute now but he’s a fucking machine in the game.’ You nod and look over the other players. It’s weird something about the uniform seems so familiar but you can’t place what it is. The last player for the Knights comes through the entrance and you grip the edge of your seat as you realise why everything seemed so fucking recognizable. There was your soulmate; he looked even more gorgeous than ever. His determined expression looked fierce and you wondered how you couldn’t have noticed sooner.

‘Hyunmi…’ you whisper, shell-shocked.

‘Yeah…?’ she answers, giving you a nervous look.

‘Th- that’s him.’ You respond.

‘What? Which one? Holy shit.’ She exclaims.

‘Number 29.’

‘Min Yoongi is your soulmate? You lucky shit.’ She gasps.

‘I- I gotta go.’ You say repeating the same words Jungkook had said to you. You scramble to gather your bag and get out of that stadium as soon as you possibly can. You can’t take your eyes off of him as you run up the steps until he’s out of sight as you reach the merch area. You lean against we wall, you can hardly breathe and your crying uncontrollably as your panic attack clutches you.

‘Y/N! Y/n, fuck come here.’ Hyunmi wraps her arms around you as you try and calm yourself down. Hyunmi rocks you gently, trying to sooth you in any way that she can. It takes at least 10 minutes for you to properly calm down.

‘You need to go see him, babe.’ Hyunmi says to you gently.

‘I’m scared. I don’t need my heart to break twice.’ You say curling even more into her as if to hide yourself.

‘But you deserve to try and fix it. Come on.’ She assures, standing away from your grasp and holding her hand out for you. You stand reluctantly and wipe the tears from your face as the two of you make your way back to your seats.

As you sit down Yoongi’s jumping up onto the hoop to score a basket and the crowd cheers madly. He looks so into the game that you can’t imagine he would see you if you did a trapeze act over the audience. The look in his eyes is sexy, he looks thirsty for a win and the fire and passion that he’s wearing on his sleeve almost turns you on. He plays point guard that much is obvious and he does a fucking good job of it. Yoongi, Namjoon and Hoseok are the clear star players half of the crowd has signs with their names up. Yoongi is popular, you’ve never really been that much into sports but Hyunmi tells you the media follow those three closely. How had you never seen him on TV or something? You guess it’s just not where you were expecting to find your soulmate.

There’s thirty seconds left in the game and the Knights need a three pointer to secure their win. 29, 94 and 7 are monsters, switching the ball between three of them so that as soon as the opponents see it with one of them it’s switched to the next. Yoongi has the ball, he has to act fast cause there are at least three elephants on him. Ten seconds on the clock. He dodges his opponent and shoots the ball over their heads. Namjoon catches it as Hoseok runs forward to the line, Namjoon aims the ball towards Hoseok and you think fuck they’ve lost it –that shot is way too obvious. Four seconds left. Namjoon abruptly passes the ball backwards to Yoongi who you hadn’t even noticed was there, all the focus being on Namjoon and Hoseok. Yoongi dribbles the ball forward. Shoots. Two seconds. Wins.

You and Hyunmi jump up cheering with the rest of the crowd and even though you haven’t quite met him yet you are so proud –your man did that! The Knights are roaring and cheering, huddling together in happiness. Hyunmi stands and begins pulling you down the steps towards the barrier where the cameras are focused on the Knights. You’d ask what she was doing but you had a pretty good idea, the anxiety twisted your stomach and felt a lump in your throat, as Yoongi’s gummy smile became clearer and clearer.

When you reached the barrier there were plenty of people calling Yoongi’s name. How the hell is he gonna notice you? He’s just scored the winning basket for one of the most important games of the season. Everyone wants to talk to him –fans, reporters, and spokesmen.

‘Right. Fuck it.’ Hyunmi states and begins to push your ass over the barrier.

‘What the fuck are you doing?’ you demand. Trying to push yourself back towards her.

‘Desperate times, desperate measures. Go over and get him!’ she urges using more force to push you over. You stumble over the side and security guards haven’t quite noticed you yet but you know it won’t be long. Yoongi’s in the center of the court, in the throng of people shaking hands with his opponents. You sprint towards him, looking like a desperate fan and a complete idiot. Security’s noticed you and you call out for Yoongi as you can feel them coming after you. His head raises and he looks around for where the voice came from. His eyes find yours just as you’re about four feet from him.

‘Oh my god…’ he says staring at you in shock.

‘I’m Y/n. I’m your soulmate.’ You say just as two security guards grip your arms ready to drag you off the court.

‘Stop! Get the fuck off her.’ Yoongi says eyes narrowed at the security guards.

They drop their hands, looking embarrassed that they hadn’t understood you were with Yoongi, not that they had any reason to. Suddenly strong arms are enveloping you around your waist as Yoongi hugs you fiercely. You breathe a sigh of relief and pull your arms out of his clutch to pull him closer. His face is burrowed in the crook of your neck and you rest his hands on top of his soft blond hair that’s pushed back by a sweatband. You stroke it gently. Quickly you notice everyone’s focus is on you, the cameras, the fans and the reporters announcing that Min Yoongi, professional basketball player has found his soulmate.

Yoongi lifts his head up and whispers into your ear: ‘I’ll get you out of here, follow me.’ He detangles himself from you and grasps your hand as he guides you towards the entrance you’d seen him come from before the game. The questions of the crowd being screamed at you fade away as you enter what appears to be an office.

‘Fuck, I like really want to talk to you but I’m all gross so let me shower and then… we’ll talk?’ he asks tentatively and you wouldn’t in a million years imagine him to be nervous.

‘Yeah, sure.’ You beam at him, he’s not a dick and you’re so happy. He turns quickly and his eagerness to get back to you is overwhelming with how much Jungkook wanted the opposite. You sit on the edge of the desk and text Hyunmi that you don’t think you’ll be back anytime soon and she wishes you luck.

Fifteen minutes later you’re still waiting for Yoongi when number 7 and 94 walk in.

‘Hey! Y/n right?’ Hoseok asks with a bright smile.

‘Yeah, hi. You guys played really well today. Congratulations.’ You respond, nervous to make a good first impression on Yoongi’s friends.

‘Ah thank you,’ Namjoon says ‘ we’re just so hyped to meet you. Yoongi’s never really been open about his love life. I think he’s always been waiting for you. I’m Namjoon by the way.’ He greets, flashing his dimples that up close, kind of have you melting a little bit.

‘And I’m Hoseok.’ He says with an equally beautiful smile. At that moment Yoongi pokes his head around the corner and makes a face as he sees the two men with you.

‘Ah, this is just unfair. You guys have probably spoken to her more than me now.’ He says, playfully bitter. 

‘Yeah, yeah, we’re going.’ Namjoon says laughing at Yoongi. Hoseok ruffles Yoongi’s hair as they exit and you’re left alone. You hop up on the desk to sit and Yoongi stands in front of you smiling with his gums bared and this looks especially cute in person.

‘Fuck, this is surreal.’ He lets out.

‘Yeah, I mean I’ve been waiting for you for a long fucking time.’ You reply and he’s looking away like he’s trying to pretend he isn’t shy, suppressing a smile. It’s funny seeing him so vulnerable; in the mirror he’s always had the air of a cool, calm guy but the other side of him is nice to see.

‘I feel like I’ve known you a really long time.’ He says gently.

‘You have.’ You smile and reach up to push your fingers through his hair like you’ve always wanted to. Yoongi leans into your touch and it feels so right between the two of you.

‘Tell me everything.’ He says suddenly. You laugh at him, not knowing where to start. You talk for hours leaning gently on each other as you talk about your childhood, all the memories of each other but you aren’t surprised when he asks.

‘Have you met him yet?’ he asks. Shit. Should you tell him? Thinking of Jungkook your heart wrenches. You can’t do that to Yoongi –let Jungkook break him worse than he has you.

‘Not yet.’

‘He’s so pretty isn’t he? I want to ruin him… and you.’ He says suggestively and you can’t help but think how fucking hot he is. He moves to stand between your legs; you’re still sat up on the desk.

‘Mm, I’d like that.’ You say, looking up at him through your lashes. You tug his shirt to pull him even closer. You’ve been waiting for this forever; you don’t feel the need to take it slow.

‘Yeah, baby? Want me to take you right here?’ he says and you hold eye contact for a moment before he bends down to capture your lips. The kiss embodies fire and passion and doesn’t stop to take it slow. Yoongi’s tongue explores your mouth and he’s fucking hungry. You bite his lip as he pulls away and groans as you do so.

‘Fuck, you’re kinda dirty aren’t you, princess?’ he says, slightly breathless as he leans down further to suck hickeys onto your collarbone. You gasp as he does so –you have a weakness for hickeys and the flick of his tongue against you makes your pussy throb.

‘Can I call you daddy?’ you say slightly nervous but desperate to do so, you’ve thought of Yoongi like that for years. He stops his actions and you worry he’s disgusted.

‘Fuck yeah you can.’ He says seeming more turned on as his grip on your waist tightens. You grin and tug his shirt up until he lifts his arms up for you to pull it over his head. He’s lean and covered in a thin layer of muscle from basketball practice you assume. His arms are thick for his size and his torso alone is an absolute turn on.

He then kneels down between your legs and pulls off your trainers before following with your skirt. There’s a wet patch on the front of your underwear and he presses his thumb against it, rubbing circles there. Your thighs try to close due to your sensitivity but Yoongi grips your thigh.

‘Keep them open for me, baby.’ He says as he begins sliding your panties off.

‘Okay, daddy.’ You say feeling the cool air hit your core, causing you to shiver.

He flings the clothing into a corner before licking a stripe through your folds and you moan at the sensation. He starts off slow: nibbling and sucking gently before he goes in. He flicks at your clit and you take a sharp intake of breath as he does so. 

‘Look how fucking wet you are, such a pretty pussy, baby. You taste so good’ he praises.

‘Ah, fuck, daddy…’ you moan as he then sucks on your clit. He’s so into it he looks like he could be enjoying it more than you are. Your hand reaches down to run your hands through his blonde hair before you grip the locks firmly. He groans as you do and moves his tongue down to your opening, thrusting inside harshly and you let out a high-pitched noise of surprise. He brings his thumb up to play with your clit and you’re overwhelmed with the two sensations. You grab at the hair at the back of his neck and thrust against his face gently. You’re practically shaking when he rubs faster at the bundle of nerves and your thighs close around his head with oversensitivity. He pulls away from your pussy and leaves sloppy hickies on your thighs before you pull him up for another kiss.

This time it’s messier and harder and you moan into his mouth. He pulls your shirt over your head as you simultaneously undo his belt and jeans before shoving them down his thighs. He pulls away to shake them from his ankles but then dives straight back in, gripping your hips with a newfound strength that you hope leaves marks in the morning. You feel his length against your thigh wishing he would just get his fucking boxers off already and use your ankles to ease them down his legs and he reaches around your back to unclasp your bra and then pull it from you.

He tugs a nipple into his mouth before biting on it. ’Mm perfect babygirl, you’re so perfect.’ You look down at his dick and can’t help but reach to his head and smooth the precum around his tip.

‘Ah, fuck princess turn over, chest flat on the desk, ass up.’ He demands and reaches to tug his boxers completely off as you follow his command. You hear him kneel down behind you and before you know it he bites your ass hard and god if you don’t want to see those bite marks afterwards. He stands and slaps your ass as if he’s watching it jiggle and you moan at the feeling. He does it again.

‘You fucking like that, huh? Daddy’s little slut.’ He says repeating the action once more before lining his erection up with your wet pussy. ‘Here we go, baby.’ He pushes in gently and you let out a shuddering breath of pleasure as he slowly eases himself in and out to stretch you. He grips your hip with one hand as he quickly slams into you. He sets a fast rhythm after that and the slap of his pelvis against your ass could be mistaken as thunder and you’re moaning like a porn star.

‘Does my dick feel good, princess? You like daddy’s thick cock pounding into you, yeah? Listen to how you’re moaning for me, like a fucking whore.’ His words are driving you crazy and you cry out at the immense pleasure. ‘Answer daddy when he asks you a question.’

‘Yes, daddy. It feels so good, I love it.’ You reply.

‘For me too baby, your pussy feels so good, so wet for me, squeezing me so good princess.’ He bends over you and presses his chest against your back, his hot breath in your ear as he continues his relentless pace. You can’t believe his stamina. He kisses your neck leaving even more hickies behind your ear and at the nape of your neck. He reaches his hand round to your chin and pushes it towards him so he can kiss you. It’s fervent and desperate.

He pulls out and you whine at the loss thinking he’s going to stop. ‘I’m coming back, turn over I wanna see your face when I make you cum.’ you roll over onto your back and he’s entering you again, somehow thrusting faster and harder. He’s staring at you so intensely and you for the hundredth time admire his features. He’s biting his lip as both of your orgasms begin to build.

You’re climbing fast when suddenly he pulls out and stays there, you whine and grasp his perky ass and attempt to pull him forward.

‘Beg for it.’ He says.

‘Fuck, please daddy I want it so bad. I need it.’ You cry.

‘What do you need, baby?’

‘Your dick, daddy. I need it in me, please, feels so good.’ He smirks, pushing in again and you feel so close it’s insane. He’s holding your thick thighs and using them to press in harder and harder and it’s then that you’re cumming. Crying out so loud Yoongi swears the pictures on the wall are shaking and he finds it so sexy. He pushes on through your orgasm, chasing his own and as his thrusts become more sloppy he spills inside of you but he keeps gently thrusting through his orgasm.

You sit up and pull his head into the crook of your neck as he breathes heavily, shook from how hard he came. Once his breathing evens he presses a kiss to your jaw and then another to your lips, this time sweet, loving, gentle. His forehead rests against yours and you watch each other as he pulls out. Your pussy clenches at the loss and Yoongi quickly reaches for your panties and pulls them onto you so none of his cum spills too much.

‘I got real lucky with you’ he says, helping you to ease off of the desk.

‘Mm, me too.’ You respond, basking in the afterglow of some good ass sex. He dresses you lovingly, taking his careful time and presses a kiss to your forehead once he’s finished. He dresses himself then before taking your hand.

‘I’m really not meant to be this soft.’ He says laughing shyly. 

‘Why not?’

‘I just mean no one would expect it from me.’ He says smiling.

‘I’m glad you are.’ You say and he turns his head away, embarrassed. 

‘Ah stop, I can’t handle it.’ He states, a soft blush to his cheeks. ‘Let me take you home?’

‘Please.’ You say and he walks you out of the office, a smile of content on both of your faces.

A/N: Hi everyone, I’m so glad so many people liked the first part?? Highkey expected no one to read it, I hope you enjoy this part just as much. Just want to let everyone know Incheon Electroland Elephants is an actual KBL team and that if you don’t like dom yoongi I’m definitely planning to explore different power dynamics throughout this series so stay tuned!  

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을왕리 해수욕장 | Eurwangni Beach

바다 옆에서 사람들이 불꽃을 쏴올리고 있었는데 아주 놀랐어요. 확실하지 않지만 영국에서는 공공장소에서 불꽃을 쏴올리는 게 불법인 것 같아요. 아무튼 그런 상황은 처음 봤어요. 사실 불꽃이 사람들이 쉬는 곳과 아주 가깝고 불꽃이 많아서 저는 이거 위험하지 않을까 좀 걱정했어요. 그래도 정말 재미있는 관경이었고 우리도 몇 개 사서 쏴올렸어요….

I was really surprised to see people were setting off fireworks all along the beach. I’m not certain but I’m pretty sure it’s illegal to set off fireworks in public places in the UK? At least, I had never seen a sight like that. Honestly it was kinda scary to have that many fireworks going off so close to people, it seemed pretty dangerous. But still it was a fun experience and we also bought a couple of our own to set off…

See rest of blog post here!

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을왕리 해수욕장 | Eurwangni Beach

토요일 아침에 우리가 차 내비게이션으로 목적지 검색하고 출발했어요. 차가 많이 막혀서 인천에 가는 데 오래 걸렸지만 바다 보였을 때는 기분이 좋았어요. ‘곧 다리를 건너겠구나'라고 얘기했는데 다리는 없었어요. 대체 어디서 다리 놓쳤을까 얘기했는데 알고 보니 내비게이션에 길을 잘 못 찍어서 카페리를 타는 길을 골랐다는 걸 깨달았어요….

On Saturday morning we put the address into the navigation and set off in the car. The roads were busy so it took a long time to get in Incheon but it felt good to finally reach the ocean. We talked about how we must be coming up to the bridge across the channel, but there was no bridge in sight. Wondering how we could possibly have missed the enormous bridge we realised that we had set the navigation wrong…

See blog post, crossing the ferry from Incheon.. 

Soulmates AU; Taehyung

Originally posted by bangtanroyalty

Summary; Whatever your s/o writes on their skin, will end up on yours and visa versa.

i wanna scream hes so cute

told ya it was gonna be messy 

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-when you were 4 you were given you first painting set

-along with a whittley read-along friend

-after for months of having that toy you decided that whittley was creeping you the hell out

-you also thought it was haunted

-but the painting set started something off that would stay with you for a long time

-you had a love for painting

-there was something you could do forever

-you accidentally got paint on your arm

-and halfway across the world in south  korea

-a small Kin Taehyung was eating cereal

-when a small red blob turned up on his arm out of nowhere

-he s C R E A M

-he cry

-his parents didn’t know what it was until it disappeared after you finished painting and were putting your pots and paints away and you washed your arm 

-he discovered the knack of having a soulmate at the age of 4

-what a kid

-but you didn’t know until you got into primary school

-where you were writing in class

-just minding your own business

-and guess who else is in class?

-Kim taehyung

-he was just so bored….

-……………..that he doodled on your arm one day with a little hello on the side 

-he remembered the times that red blue and yellow paint would just turn up out of nowhere

-and maybe it was the same person so he tried to contact you

-the doodle……. 

-and it turned up on your arm

-you screamed in class

-you scared

-you didn’t cry 

-you came home and found out you couldn’t wipe that shit off

-it was ballpoint pen too!!!!!!!!!!!!

-it wasn’t sHA R P IE  MUM      LIS T E      N

-she then realised what has happened 

-she told you it’s your soulmate trying to talk to you 

-you’re like wait hHATW WHAT 

-she just sat there and laughed at you because you didn’t know what the fuck was going on but ok you went with it

-so on your left arm you wrote the word hello

-you waited a while to hear a response

-MEANWHILE in south k

-he looked down to see his arm had a little message

-”oh…they responded?? i’ll write back”

-and boom

-”they’re not going to oH MY GODH THEY REPLIED WHAT

-”hiiiii i’m taehyung! what’s your name?”

-you blinked

-this kid must be younger than you with a writing style like that

-you replied with your name and he asked how old you were

-you responded with your name and you were like oh my god this is an actualy person wh  AT TT TT TT  TTT

-it turned out that you two started to talk a little more 

-that little more turned into a lot more

-that lot more turned into a wHOLE LOT MORE

-damn

-you were actually into being his friend

-even though you found out he lived in sk

-PLOT TWIST THOUGH

-your parents decided to move back just after you finished high school

-yeah cool going mum and dad

-and they asked you to join a college there

-so you did

-you enrolled on the god damn fucking plane what the fuck

-and they accepted you because you had pretty good grades and your art was good!

-y/n the art student

-an amazing title!!

-so you touch down in sk and head for your old apartment that you sister was living in

-it had like 3 bedrooms so it was chill

-she was just holding the keys for your fam 

-you couldn’t remember your old baby room

-but it looked nice now

-ok thats cool

-so after a while you got a message from taehyung

-the first one in like a month

-it turned up on your thigh and you smiled as he wrote it with a couple delays

-”anyone still here??”

-”yes im v jetlagged though”

-”wait where are you??”

-”sk??”

-”SK REALLY OH MY GOSH WHERE IN SK SEOUL INCHEON BUSAN DAEGU”

-”seoul”

-COOL WE SHOULD HANG”

-you were just about to reply when your mum called you out of your room 

-and you kind of forgot about the message 

-oops

-he…..then felt sad ; ^ ;

-cause he wants to hear from you and especially if you’re in seoul then he wants to meet you and just find you and hug you and maybe kiss you if you let him because he cares about you and loves you dearly wAAAAAAAAA

-you kind of feel bad about not replying too and it was a little too ate because he washed it off

-anyways

-so on the first day of college 

-you stroll into your new art class and just sits down at the back with a nice desk and chair 

-and this dude comes in behind you

-he’s got this wide ass smile on 

-like hes so happy atm 

-he decides to sit down next to you because you look sweet and stuff

-“hi i’m taehyung what’s your name?”

-“y/n.”

-a smile soon emerges on your face because it may be a coincidence that he has the same name as your s/o wow

-”when did you start art anyways?”

-”a couple years ago…i’m not good at drawing faces…i’m more a natural artist…like trees and skylines and stuff”

-you nod but notice that his smile faded into a small glum

-and you ask him what’s wrong

-”my friend…who also has the same name as you….coincidentally…she hasn’t spoke to me in over 2 months….”

-”oh….well maybe there’s a reason for your friend not being able to reply….maybe they ran out of service?”

-”it’s a little bit….more complicated than that….”

-”oh…ok….”

-you two still talked but you were a little quiet

-you dropped your rubber and your pen tip accidentally ran over your ankle

-and guess what

-the same mark turned up on his leg

-oh my god

-oh my god

-miss y/n? miss y/n? oh my fuckin god she fuckin dead

-THAT WAS YOU SUMMED UP IN THAT LITTLE MOMENT

-he still looked a little down

-so what your clever ass did 

-was that you saw he had his left hand in a fist while his right hand was open

-so you started to doodle in your left hand 

-little hearts with the word ILY in big letters

-you became anxious soon because what if that mark on his leg was merely coincidental 

-and it wasn’t actually him

-you sighed and waited for it to be break time so people could leave the class while you two waited behind for more work

-on the first day too wow you eager beavers

-you then tapped on his shoulder

-”ah taehyung? i think there’s something in your hand….”

-he looked to you and sighed

-and when he opened his left hand

-he got so excited!!!! 

-his brain;

-WOWOOWOWOWO

-SHE REPLIED AND SAID ILY SHES SO CUTE!!

-you hid your left hand under the table and you acted like it was a new thing

-”whoa..did you do that?”

-”no…this is what i mean by me and my friend talking in our special way”

-”that’s really cute…..because me and my friend do that too.”

-you brought your hand up and showed it to him

-”h-huh”

-the exact same shaped hearts

-the exact letter shape and detail 

-even the small sparkles were the same

-his face

-he went from 

-(´・ω・`)?

-TO

-( ✧Д✧) OMG!!

-he was so hAPPY 

-you could’ve sworn that he had tears in his eyes

-”i’m sorry for not replying back to you…..”

-”i-i don’t care about that…i’m just so happy that i met you finally!”

-”same here taehyung.”

-oh y’all wanted a twist huh?

-so as well as jumping up and down he also picked you up and held you tightly in his arms

-but before the session was back on he turned to you and 

-”can i do something quickly??”

-”oh sure what is–”

-just before you could finish your sentence he quickly jumped up and kiss you on the forehead

-and you just stood there

-your brain;

-huh

-huH

-hUH

-HUH

-HUH

-HUH

-HUH

-HUH

-you hid your face into your jumper because you knew that your soulmate was so cute and nice and you loved him a lot wow im soft byeeeeeeee


“hey what did michelangelo say to the ceiling?”

“what did he say?”

“i gotchu covered”

“that was good….but what is red and smells like blue paint?”

“what?”

“your nose”

“yOU DO THAT”

“AND YOURE GONNA DO WHAT TAEHYUNG”

“……”

“UHU THATS WHAT I THOUGHT”

3

을왕리 해수욕장 | Eurwangni Beach

일요일 아침에 일어나서 해변에서 쉬었다가 수영하러 갔어요. 물을 들어가는 순간에 한국 바다의 매력에 빠졌어요. 서해가 이런데 동해는 얼마나 좋을까요? 수없이 가 봤던 영국 해변에서 한번도 느껴보지 못 한 따뜻한 물…

On Sunday morning we got up and went to go swimming and rest on the beach. I fell in love with the Korean ocean as soon as I touched the water. If this is the West sea, how good is the East sea?! I’ve swam in the ocean a lot in the UK, but never felt warm water like that…. 

See blog post….

[J.JK x R] The Prince with the Ugly Heart || Chpt.4

Jungkook x Reader - Fairy Tale AU 

Chapter 4: Bitterness of the Past and Present

Genre: Fluff + Slight Angst 

Length: 5.2k

Next Chapter: …coming soon…

[e d i t e d]


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“Yoongi…Namjoon…” both men knelt before their gracious king, “where is my son?” the frail but dynamic ruler enquired, suppressing a grunt of incapacitating pain. Despite his inadequate health, his air of supremacy and prestige endured, as if to compensate for what he lacks in his physical constitution.

“We’ve all been looking for your son, sire…” Yoongi kept his head bowed, “For the past two days, we haven’t stopped the search…” he reasons in a docile tone, unable to meet the eye of the ruler he’s so accustomed to seeing as sagacious, but was currently in an impetuous mood. There also wasn’t enough courage in him, he hates to admit, to face his liege with failure.

“And yet, he’s still missing…” it was an understated offence to each and every individual, royal guard, who put in all effort throughout the search. Despite clear discredit targeted upon them, both men weren’t disgruntled, knowledgeable of the king’s physical and - now - mental worry, “find my son…” with his growing impatience finally reaching its peak, the king’s voice quickly boomed and shook the marble walls, “FIND HIM!”

“Right away Sire!”


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“Where do you suppose he’s run off to?” Namjoon muses, getting into his hefty but professional uniform.

“If I had known then he would already be found,” Yoongi replied in monotone. The dispiriting burden of the situation has had a clear effect on his usual mood lately, and it was clear to all the individuals that he has encountered - the guards he commanded, the villagers, the aristocrats and, of course, his partner at work (Namjoon).

“Your sarcastic tone is becoming very discouraging.” the slender male grumbled whilst checking himself within the looking glass.

“It’s only fitting for our current situation.” Yoongi snapped with an irate snarl curling his lips, taking a moment to calm down before stressing a sigh and running a hand through his dishevelled hair. Noticeable bags sagged from the underside of his angled eyes, blackening the area from its once milky white tone. This was clear evidence of his sleep deprivation, which coaxed an expression of empathy from passer-by-ers - a gesture that only further hammered the male’s scowl into place. Their pity worked for iron nails as his pride acted as the steel hammer. “What the fuck is that bloody kid trying to accomplish from this extended escapade?”

“I don’t know.”

“That’s a first.”

“You’re still very discouraging.”

“You’re welcome.”

With a subtle roll of his eyes, Namjoon set off with his comrade, ready to face the challenges of the day. Hopefully, there’ll be more optimism during the search. Perhaps they’ll find something that can lead them to the prince. Surprisingly, Namjoon feels as though he’s not as frantic as he should be in the absence of Jungkook, probably because of his knowledge regarding the prince’s past. As a consequence of the unfortunate becoming of the prince, at his once youthful age, Namjoon was able to inwardly anticipate the possibility of the current situation.

The astute man, as well as his associate, had directly experienced the outcome of the tragedy afflicted onto the Prince and King. Being the sovereign with innumerable responsibilities, his majesty was forced to overcome his depression for his son and his people, but Jungkook, it seemed, was never able to recover. Namjoon couldn’t blame the poor boy for his hatred towards the people, they had been narrow-minded and acted solely upon antagonism towards the late Queen.



It was a restless time for the people of Seoul, they were freshly liberated from war, but they were still suffering gravely from the conflict against the neighbouring kingdom of Incheon.

The three years of assault to both receiving and attacking ends had dealt serious damage, whereupon there came a time that a peace settlement was decided upon. Both kingdoms shall unite under marriage between the heir of Seoul and heiresses of Incheon. Due to his duty on palace grounds, Namjoon had seen true love slowly blossom between the forcefully married monarchs, a love that eventually became a child whom they named Jungkook.

However, much like all happy times, this bliss ended too suddenly and too quickly for anyone to have foreseen beforehand: the queen was assassinated in just a year and a half of parenthood.

The culprits were a rebel group of Seoul, a disgusting crowd of low lives that effortlessly weaved dubious conspiracies about the in-essential presence of the queen.

‘It’s her fault that our kingdom isn’t recovering as much, or as quickly as hers is!’

'She’s hiding something!’

'This 'peace’ behind marriage is all a lie!’

'She’ll put us in danger again!’

'We aren’t getting good harvests this year’s - it’s all because of her!’

'She’s cursed our kingdom with her presence!’

'We don’t want her on the throne!’

There were riots in honour of her majesty, taking place when the people were supposed to be helping one another recover from the devastating war. In spite of this, like children, they placed the blame on a singular person, refusing to believe that they were the cause of their own misery.

'She is filth!’

'She was the main part of those torturous three years!’

'She and her people have destroyed our kingdom!’

'It’s their fault that we have lost so many loved ones!’

'We must avenge them by making the scum pay!’

’- Starting with the Queen, undeserving of her crown!’

'Make her pay with her life!’

'Kill the Queen!’

All were such ridiculous claims but the people were willing to believe rather than put their faith and trust in the Queen, who would have given them more success if she had been able to stay beside their king. At her loss, the mistake of their actions surfaced and sprang to their minds, sprouting instant regret and grief; the king had been in a despondent state for weeks and had only spoken to the people in the walls of the castle for a month before returning to fully committing himself to his duties as King.

“Jungkook is barely 2 years old…he shall never have a mother to look after him now; I shall never marry again because there is no mistaking that Jungkook’s mother was my one true love. I shall not tell him of the mistakes that took place the previous month…but he will find out eventually. Let us hope that he will cope with it well.”

Those words were in hopes of him not finding out at all, but he eventually did after turning the sore age of thirteen. It was clear that resentment consumed him that day because he was never able to act the same again after that. His behaviour was unacceptable but explainable and only understood by those who had the heart to listen and comprehend all that there was to hear.



“Where shall we start the search today?” Yoongi queered upon venturing out into the castle courtyard.

“The city of the castle first, and then, we’ll slowly expand outwards. How does that sound?”

“Troublesome and exhausting.”

“Then it’s perfect.”

“Fuck you.”

“No thanks.”

Even under the tired gaze of the early sun, several civilians were already going about their daily errands. A chilling breeze came in and swept over the gradually amassing inhabitants, people that were already appropriately dressed for the invisible, bitter attack pulled their garments tighter around them as others were simply forced to deal with the frigidity atmosphere. Although the climate made some people’s limbs a hint blue, Namjoon and Yoongi were only grateful for the fact that it aided in keeping them awake, filling their lungs with cleanliness when interacting with the locals.

“Ma'am, have you seen any signs of the prince anywhere recently?” Yoongi’s oppression in politeness was wearing thin as he was met only with a shake of the head. “Thank you for your time,” he grumbled as she walked away. Falling into step with Namjoon, the coal-haired commander spat his annoyance, “A few words would be much more preferable than a simple shake of the head. It’s more courteous. Damn these people.”

“Calm down Yoongi, you’re not the only one that’s lost sleep.”

The shorter man only moaned another complaint, “It does not require much to be civil. What has become of the people these days.”

“Well, maybe they’re not as eager for the safe return of the prince. Jungkook hasn’t treated them as courteously as we’ve always advised him to.” with a swipe at their dry eyes and stifling of a yawn, the two males continued, loyally meeting with the demands of their fair ruler.

“Aish…damn this kid for making our job difficult.”

“Can you really blame him for acting the way he does?” Yoongi grumbled at the reasoning of his friend. “You can’t, can you?”

Sharply turning to his left in dismissal over the comment, Yoongi spots a young lady garbed in decent peasant clothing. At the inner bend of her arm, she carried a woven basket which nestled several eggs and a loaf of freshly baked bread. She looked so ordinary but there was an abdominal sense that impelled him to inquire of her.

“Miss.” he called out, approaching her as she swivelled herself to face him and his companion.

“Yes? What can I do for you sir?” finally, someone who actually put in the effort to talk, unlike the animated rag dolls moving about around them.

“We were wondering if you happened to see the prince recently. We’ve been searching for two days now, and yet, there has been no sign of him.”

As he had feared, the lady shook her head with a regretful pout, “I’m afraid not, but I’ll be sure to notify you if I do encounter a chance at seeing him.” despondent but, somewhat, secure by the statement, he worded his thanks before leaving her to go about her business. For a moment longer, he stared at her strolling figure.

“She seemed like a breath of fresh air. Polite and actually willing to co-operate.” Namjoon commented, watching as his friend nodded in agreement. They both took a moment to stare as she disappeared from sight. It was merely a stare of curiosity, as a subtle feeling of wonder consumed them about the delicate thing.

“Should I have asked for her name?” Yoongi whispered to himself.

“No…I feel like we’ll be seeing her more often.”

Yoongi clicked his tongue, “It’s funny how we’re thinking the same idea.”


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“Sissy! Welcome back!” your darling brother greeted, running up for a hug with his infamous grin as soon as you had closed the door behind you. Swiftly but quickly, you placed the basket in your arm down before scooping the child up and into your arms.

“You’re such an early riser.” you cooed in praise, “How was your sleep?”

“It was good thanks! But Jeong hasn’t woken up yet.” he sniggered.

“We should let him rest,” you walked into your small kitchen, carrying the boy in your arms whilst holding basket by its twisting arm.

“I know! Let surprise him!” Taehyung shouted, making you wince.

“It won’t be much of a surprise if you keep shouting like that.” he pulled a face of innocent inquisitiveness, a hidden question that you answered at once, “you’ll wake him up with how obnoxiously loud you’re being.”

“Oops.” he giggled delightfully at the realisation, playfully pressing a perpendicular pointer finger to his upturned lips and hushing himself.

“That’s right, be quiet~” you whispered friskily when leaning down to briefly rub noses with him, which elicited a giggle of virtuous glee.

“So what’s for breakfast?” he whispered with a grin brighter than the sun.

“Eggs on toast, how does that sound?” it was one of his favourite breakfast meals so you were already anticipating his cry of joy.

“YUMMY!” he belted as if he was shouting to the gods but with the reminder of your still-sleeping guest, he returned to hushing himself, barely succeeding past his early morning giggling fit.

Laying upon his given bed, Jungkook grumbled awake, cursing at the sun who dared pierce its blinding light past his drawn eyelids. Sitting up, he made to call for a maid, a butler, someone, but with the adjustment of his sight, he realised that yesterday wasn’t a dream. Moving his gaze to his necklace, he growled before scowling at the dull thing. It was as colourless as the chains binding the limbs of a prisoner within a cell. This house was his cell, this necklace was his chain.

Where was his liberation?

He couldn’t be bothered to count how much time had passed, spending it carelessly by staring at the drab wall before him. His gaze was fixed but his mind was elsewhere, thinking about: his father, his attitude, his behaviour, himself as a person and his poor decisions. The start of a new day came a time of pitiful grieving for him but he needed this…he needed this time of angst to rise from the ashes of his misfortune.

If he truly wanted to be free, he needed…

“Good morning-” a feminine voice started, only to be interrupted by a booming, even louder voice.

“GOOD MORNING JEONG!” he was tackled back into a laying position but, this time, with a weight pressing down on his chest. There was no need for him to look down and see what it was because he already knew.

“Taehyung, get off the poor man, he’s just woken up. He doesn’t need a hyperactive child attacking him so early in the morning.” staring up, he found you with a tray that held a plate of breakfast in your hands. Eggs and toast - how plain. His eyes followed you when kneeling down to gaze apologetically at him and with a pang of curious guilt shooting through his chest, he sat up cautiously with his gaze, averted. “Get off him and apologise Taehyung.”

“Sorry Jeong.” the little guy looked sincerely regretful for only a fraction of a second before his bubbling personality broke through and began rambling out of excitement. “I hope you like the eggs and toast sissy and I cooked for you. I got to crack and whisk the eggs while Noona made the toast. The crunchy bits aren’t the egg shells, by the way, they’re..um…nuts - yeah!”

Eyes widening at the last comment, Jungkook frantically gazed into your eyes in desperate hopes for any reassurance. He got just what he needed though when you mouthed the fact that you had taken the shells out beforehand. Coughing, Jungkook played along with the excitable kid.

“I’m sure nuts and eggs taste really nice together..thank you Taehyung.” Jungkook made to ruffle the boy’s hair in appreciation but stopped abruptly at the guilty look that crossed his features.

“What’s wrong TaeTae?” you gently asked, cuddling him in your arms as Jungkook straighten himself upright.

“The truth is…Jeong-Hyung, those aren’t nuts…” a feeling of pride overwhelmed you slightly at the upcoming confession of your brother, “I-I’m not really that good at cracking eggs..so…”

Laughing, you cuddled him more violently, “Gosh, you’re so cute!~”

“Noona!~” he whined, thrashing weakly in your arms but you smiled, knowing that he was just acting tough in front of the male he had taken an extreme likeness to. Truthfully, he really loved your hugs.

“Don’t worry, I took them out when I made you go look for the salt.” looking over at Jungkook, you flashed a heart-stuttering smile, “It’s okay for you to eat Jeong.”

Jungkook nodded, not trusting his voice because of the unexpected faintness that engulfed him so suddenly. Thankfully, you and your brother left him to his breakfast in bed in order to prepare for the working day. That definitely saved him from any awkwardness because he unexpectedly felt really shy, and he didn’t know why.

There was just something about you…


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After the eventful morning, the three of you set off to your florist shop. Winter would be visiting soon so your hands were going to be pretty full from meticulously book pressing flowers, and storing other trinkets to make winter ornaments. This was the annual preparation you did for every upcoming winter season. A small ounce of worry tinged your optimistic mindset when contemplating over how the day would unravel - would you be able to keep up with customers whilst preparing for the cold that steals your flowers?…Hopefully, it wouldn’t be too busy today so that you won’t have to end up staying late.

“I hope you found breakfast filling.” you watched as Taehyung ran about before the two of you, smiling at his usual uncommon behaviour as you made conversation with the silent male beside you.

“..it was alright.” doubting his comment, you stared up at him with worry.

“Did you not like it?”

“No!..” he quickly rephrased his comment, “It was a nice breakfast. Sorry for the misunderstanding…I guess I’m still a little tired.”

“Oh, you could have stayed home if you wanted.” he shook his head, recalling your offer for him to stay home earlier on.

“I wanted to come.” he whispered as you smiled up at him.

“Thank you.” a look of shock crossed his features.

“For what?”

“For going out of your way to help us at the shop. That’s very sweet.”

“It’s no trouble.” there was a surge of warmth that consumed his cheeks when he heard you hum in content. Your smile was captivating…but you were no princess. It hurt his pride to go out of his way for a peasant girl like you but he was striving to be the five things the evil witch forced upon him: considerate, caring, capable, charismatic and compatible. The first four were understandable but why did romance have to be involved?

Girls are annoying and selfish, all he has to do his take out his wallet and they’re drooling all over him.

He was rolling his eyes at his previous experience with ditsy princesses when he suddenly catches a glimpse of you from his peripheral. With an unknown force, he subtly focused his gaze upon you only, and couldn’t help but get lost in your benevolent features. There was a smudge of dust and dirt here and there, but you emitted an aura he couldn’t help but get attached to.

His unforeseen attraction reminded him of the times he begged his father to talk about his mum when he was still a delinquent. His father would go on and on about his mother, and when it came to verbalising her beauty he stared on as if she was standing before them. He gushed about how her beauty was so strong that her entire being was beauty itself. The twinkle in his eyes whenever he had talked about his queen never faded and the passion behind his voice was always amplified as if to stress how beautiful she was.

'Her beauty is immeasurable. She is as much of a Queen of appearance as she was of knowledge and heart..that was what counted the most because she loved you more than she loved herself.’

Through his father’s words, he was able to imagine his mother with his childish imagination but as he grew older, and was eventually faced with the ugly truth, all that was beautiful lost their colour and attraction…and yet…

…Yet here he was, taking in every feature about you.

The silky look and shine of your hair made him step an inch towards you and lean closer, he wasn’t able to feel your locks thread elegantly through his fingers but he was caught and ensnared by a bewitching scent. It was gentle but fierce, sweet but also savoury, it was everything and nothing all at the same time. For a second he smelt refined roses and eloquent peonies, the next…rich earth and mature pines…he then detected sugary strawberries and sour apples.

Whilst relishing in your scent, he pondered over how soft you’d feel, seeing as your skin looked so incredibly supple under the weak eye of the morning sun. There was an endearing flush to them, he noticed upon a closer appraisal of your features, the hue only made you appear child-like but with the contrasting air of maturity you seemed to have, it almost seemed laughable. Strangely, he found the feature rather beguiling. It was a delicate trait that did well in expressing your subliminal silly characteristic.

Before he was given the chance to admire more of your looks, your sudden vocalisation of arrival brought him back to reality, “We’re here. Stand still TaeTae, the shop isn’t going anywhere and I’m unlocking it right now.” pulling out the key, you made to unlock the door as Jungkook mentally thanked you for taking him out of his trance.

Why was he suddenly being hypnotised by you?

This wasn’t good.

“Noona, what will we be doing today?” Taehyung chirped in curiosity as he animatedly stepped inside the cosy shop with a jingle of a bell, “the usual?”

“We’ll just set the shop up first and then we have to take Jin’s order of bouquets to him.” At the mention of a man’s name, Jungkook’s ears immediately perked.

“We’re going to see Samchon? Yay! Hey, do you think he’ll let me have some sweet bread?”

“Only if you say please.”

“I’ll say a million 'please’s if I could have sweet bread.” Jungkook watched as you reached down to pat your Dongseang atop the head with a giggle.

“Wh-who..” the male croaked, still afraid of his new voice.

“Oh, Jin’s a childhood friend of mine,” Jungkook’s eyes widened, “He’s a great guy,” his heart went into an obscure panic, “I’m sure the two of you will get along really well.” at your smile, his breath hitched. This couldn’t be happening to him. It’s just his new body acting weird…

He is not jealous.

“The shop looks prepared already, though, Noona,” Taehyung commented upon looking around. He had gone about doing what he normally did to help set up the shop for a day of business, but it was already completed…and so was everything else, he noted after taking a good look around.

“Oh yes, I came here early this morning to prepare everything before arranging the bouquets Jin wanted. I got to meet him at the market before I was confronted by the head of the royal guard and his second in command. Jin wanted me to bring the bouquets in before either of us opened up. I guess it was silly of me to say that we had to set up when I had already done it.” you laughed at your own embarrassment.

“That was very silly Noona!” Taehyung giggled, earning a jesting glare from you, “So, where are the bouquets?” he intended to help in carrying them as that was his nature. He loved helping out wherever he could because it made you smile and praise him so much.

“They’re on the counter.”

Taehyung pouted, “But I can’t reach that high and the stool is back at home.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll get them down for you.” before you made the walk to your front counter, you turned to Jungkook, “Would you like to go and see Jin with us?”

“S-” he coughed, wanting to sound confident with his choice, “Sure.”

“Wonderful! Can you carry several of the bouquets for me?”

“I don’t mind.”

In the end, Taehyung carried one as you and Jungkook carried three each, which equated to a total of seven bouquets. The collection of blossoms in each of the bouquets fit perfectly together. Their colours, although differentiating, complimented the other and with the addition of stray branches and cradling, green leaves, the entire posy of flowers was bunched in a sort of sated equilibrium.

“I’ll lead the way!” Tae announced, marching ahead after the confirming 'click’ of the flower shop’s lock was heard. During this friendly stroll, Jungkook’s mind was racing in such potent conditions that he didn’t even consider stealing the chance of mentally capturing your face or taking in your intoxicating scent again. Questions raced back and forth through his sub-conscience about one singular thing - who in the hell is this Jin-guy?

What was he to you?…A sibling? Taehyung did call him uncle…but, then again, you called him a childhood friend..perhaps he was a love interest of yours?

From the dizzying thoughts, Jungkook almost tripped over his own two feet. Thankfully, he was able to fall back into proper step quick enough that his minor slip up was left unnoticed. It was a bit confusing how he was able to save himself now when he wasn’t capable of doing so back when the villagers threw him out. It was as if he was in his old body of sharp reflexes again.

Looking ahead, Jungkook saw an approaching brick structure that had open, white-painted windows, which helped in showcasing an extensive menu of patisserie delights. The scent coming from within was almost overburdening to his senses but he grew accustomed to the aroma quite quickly - quicker than he’ll admit. Somehow, without even knowing the guy (Jin), Jungkook already had a hatred towards him.

“UNCLE JIN!!!” Taehyung shouted in excitement as he rushed through the bakery doors, held open by you as a chuckle of amusement slipped past your rosy lips. The excitement the two of you were clearly issuing for this 'Jin’ person made Jungkook glower and fabricated a hesitance of confronting whoever was inside the bakery.

“Jin, we’re here, and we brought a friend with us.” upon stepping into the shop of bread loaves and cakes during your announcement, Jungkook’s eyes immediately fell upon a tall figure, supporting broad shoulders as he stepped out from behind a door.

“(Y/N), TaeTae, welcome! Thank you for delivering the bouquets.” the male greeted with a smile. His face and hair were dusted with flour whilst his apron was gradually being coated with drying, crusty clumps of bread dough. It was a rather comical and stereotypical image of a baker, this baker, however, wasn’t round at the stomach; he was lean and tall. Not only that, but he was also extremely handsome. There was no doubt in his mind that this baker had a good chance with you and he hated that.

Apparently, he wasn’t the only one to find the sight of him funny because you weren’t even holding back your merriment. “Jin, you’re a mess! Here, let me get that for you.” reaching up, you wiped the powder from his countenance with your dainty hands. This action sent an unknown pang of constriction in Jungkook’s chest.

“Thanks, but it’ll only get messier from here (Y/N). I’m going straight back to my kitchen after your visit. Anyway, I see you’ve brought someone new.” the male stepped up to Jungkook and introduced himself with an outstretched hand.

“I’m SeokJin but you can just call me Jin, and you are?” He was polite as well. Jungkook doesn’t know whether to think this is really bad..or good.

“I’m…Jeong.” he had to pause so that he didn’t end up revealing his real name. With his new body, came a new alias and this was what he was stuck with.

“Nice to meet you.”

“You too.” he smiled, a gesture Jungkook hesitated in returning.

“You’re right in the villagers being wrong about him (Y/N). He seems gentle despite his looks. Very soft spoken.” shocked by the statement, Jungkook fixed his bewildered gaze upon you, simply beaming a smile back at him. “But, then again, he could only be this way around you.” Jin chuckled at his light teasing affecting you so greatly that a flush was evident on your face. Jungkook could feel his own face burning up into a flustered hue and looked away in his sheepishness. Jin threw his head back and gave a unique sounding laugh, finding the simplest of humour in both of your reactions. This arose the same question of 'why’. There must be a reason behind Jungkook’s sudden bashfulness recently, but he doesn’t know what it is, his only fair reasoning was that his ugly body was acting up for him.

“Samchon,” Taehyung’s voice pitched to grab Jin’s attention and thankfully broke all tension in the room, “can I please have some sweet bread? Please please please please please please-”

“Are you going to keep repeating that until I give you a loaf?”

“I will repeat it a million times if I have too.”

Beside him, Jungkook heard you stifle a giggle, reminding the male of the deal that happened not too long ago between both siblings and tugged a smile at his own lips as well.

“I guess I have no choice then.” Jin winked at you playfully before kneeling down to hand Taehyung his desired sweet bread. The action didn’t go unnoticed by Jungkook as it successfully set off multiple alarms in his head. There were sudden hallucinogenic flashes of red in his vision. Just as his mind was about to race with more thoughts, he put a stop to them and assured himself, purging his sight of any more red hues. Everything was fine.

He isn’t jealous…

“Thanks, Uncle!”

“No problem, young man.” Jin stood up from ruffling Taehyung’s hair to address you again with a grateful smile.

“Anyway, thank you for taking the time to head over here, it means a lot.” as if to annoy Jungkook further (even though he doesn’t know exactly why) Jin reaches forward to cup your face before arching down to place a gentle peck onto your forehead. “I’ve been so busy with planning this wedding cake alongside meeting daily quotas, you saved me a lot of hassle by personally delivering these.”

“It was no trouble Jin. It’s the least I can do since you’re always there for Taehyung and me.”

“Well, I guess we’re both indebted to each other.” Jin chuckles as you laugh, leaving Jungkook to clench and unclench his hands.

Feeling a tug at his pants, he looks down to meet a worried looking Taehyung, “You look sad…do you want some sweet bread, Jeong? It’s really good. Uncle Jin baked it.” softly declining his offer with a stiff smile, Jungkook returned his gaze to the two of you.

“My little florist looks so pretty today.” Jungkook chewed his inner cheek, “Are you trying to impress somebody?” you saw Jin clearly glance over at your new male friend and left you spluttering with red cheeks as your heart skipped multiple beats.

“St-stop making such f-f-false assumptions Jin!” Having enough of his teasing for one day, you decided that it was time to finally leave. Taking the bouquets from Taehyung and Jungkook, you placed them atop his counter before announcing your leaving. “We’re going now! We have a shop to run!” Flustered, you hurry to leave, holding both Jungkook’s and Taehyung’s hand in yours.

“But Noona,” Taehyung whined, “I want to stay with Samchon longer!”

Glancing back, Jungkook sees Jin waving happily at them, “I hope to see you again soon Jeong!”

Jungkook wishes it was the same case for him.

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Teen Friday

In this week’s Teen Friday…. I interviewed the lovely Han Hye from South Korea! On my blog findteenpenpals I always get questions if there are any pen pals from Korea, so I’m very excited to be giving my readers an idea on how it’s like being a Teen in South Korea! Thank you Han Hye for your Interview and lovely pictures!

Here is the interview:

Name: Han Hye Ji (Han is my family name)

Age: 17

City: Incheon Country: South Korea

Q: What’s typical a typical south korean teenager in your opinion?

A:  - Really similar to other countries’s teenagers. Love to hangout with friends, Doing SNS, Going somewhere, Have a lot of interest,
But I think we have little bit more stress to study.

Q: Is there a trend South Korean teens follow when it comes to make up and fashion?

A: - Some Korean girls usually follow the trends. You can easliy find the trends in K-pop girl group’s music videos (Probably Red Velvet( girl group) is the standard.)

Matte-Bright beige color skin is essential. The pink/orange coral color shadows and lips are popular these days.

They don’t seems to do the western style makeup like conturing and smokie eyes. I think they want to look cute, more than classic.

Teens usually wear School uniform at school(uniforms are all different each school), skinny pants and many kind of shirts for outfit every year.
Espacially this year, Tennis skirts and pastel color one-to-ones are hot among teen girls.

Q: How would you describe the South Korean school system?

A: - Pretty strict than other countries but it’s worth it.

There’s two system, One is technical schools, other is general schools.
I am attending general high school so I’m gonna tell more about it :)

Natural resources are not enough in Korea. So we have to develop the human resources. That’s why everyone said the korean school system is too strict.
We go to school at 7:30AM to do self-study, School starts at 8:30AM. and all of the classes end at 6:00PM.
But we don’t go home. Stay in school until 10:00PM to do self-study. So we spend all of the daytime at school.

It’s hard and tired but really fun to be with friends all day. Everything is interesting, except the study :D
Most of countries counting grades like 1~13 but here we count like elemetry school 6years, Secondary school 3years and Highschool 3years. After do the Su neung (Like SAT in U.S) in senior year, go to universities.

Q: South Korea is home of k-pop, how would you describe it? Also do you have any songs you would like to share?

A: -Many people thinks that K-pop is the Idol dance group music, But it’s not.
K-pop is various gerne, There’s Idol groups, Solo singers, Rock bands, Hip Hop crews, Acoustic bands.. So many gernes are in this large range of k-pop. Likewise, There’s a lot of good songs! Actually, I don’t like idol dance music as well.

I would like to recommand:

Wiing Wiing(위잉위잉)-Hyukoh(혁오)
How do I look-Beenzino
Just(그냥)-Zion. T  <<I higly recommand his song.
Hold me tight(감아)-Loco(로꼬)
Too Late-John Park(존박)

Q: If an other teenager would visit you from an other country, what would you show the other teen?

A: -I want to show them Seoul first. Seoul is not only the high tech city, but also the captial city since very long time ago, passing many dynasties. So they can enjoy a lot of various expericences.

That’s not bad to traveling suburb cities. Especaily, My city Incheon has international airport. so everyone who travel korea, has to visit it.
If he/she is intrested in history, I would like to show him/her a GyengJu, another ancient capital city, or intrested in Nature, show them JeJu island, most beautiful island in korea,
I just visited JeJu for school trip last week. Really cool place to rest.

Q: What do you like the most about living in South Korea?

A.-First thing that I like is: I don’t have to care about going outside even if it’s 11 o'clock. Most cities are active like daytime at night too. So I bet that Korea is the one of the secure countries second, Public Transfortation is really comfortable. I had been to some other countries, I haven’t seen anything similar. Lastly, The super fast internet 😄

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Again I want to thank Han Hye for the Interview, I myself also learned a lot :)!

For my readers: I also quickly wanted to add what’s on the pictues:

Picture One: View of Incheon from Han Hye’s room window.

Picture Two: Sunset of GyeongJu ocean

Picture Three: Seoul’s Night skyview

Picture Four: Jeju island beach!

With all that being said, I hope you all enjoyed this week’s Teen Friday! :)!

xoxo Giulia

Psycho: The Beginning {Do Kyungsoo Part 2}

Originally posted by minniedeer

Prologue, Part 1


Part Two:

“Well, that certainly sounds like an interesting first encounter,” Isabella agrees after I tell her all about my encounter with Do Kyungsoo.  We’re sitting around the coffee table in the living room munching on Chinese.  I don’t remember whose idea it was to drink wine with Chinese, but it’s not a bad combo and it’s become a staple on our take-out nights.  The lights are dim in the room and the television is off for what seems like the first time in ages.  Usually, we sit together in the living room and either do homework or go over case files for our respective internships with the news playing the background.  Tonight, though, we decided to do without it.

“Yeah,” I mumble after taking a sip of my wine.  I always liked red wine over white.  There are very few white wines that appeal to me.  I’ve always found them to be a tad too dry.  “The Chief wasn’t kidding when he said this guy could kill you with a stare alone.  There’s something about the look in his eyes that’s just haunting.  I couldn’t believe Junyoung was trying to rile him up.  That’s just beyond stupid.”

Isabella hums in agreement as she swallows her food.  “Well,” she shrugs, “this is Junyoung we’re talking about.”  I nod back.  I knew Isabella liked Junyoung about as much as I did.  She’s had a few encounters with the hot head detective.  Isabella actually interns for the NPA as well, though she works more with the other psychologists.  We just happened to get lucky enough to have assignments in the same prison.

“You know it’s weird,” I comment thoughtfully, my mind going back to that concrete room with Kyungsoo.  “Every time he said my name it was in English.  Ms. l/n.  Even though I was speaking and addressing him in Korean, he kept calling me Ms. l/n .”

Isabella places her fork back on her plate, brows furrowed and mouth drawn down into a frown.  “Maybe it’s his way of trying to get under your skin.  He is a sociopath after all.”

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을왕리 해수욕장 | Eurwangni Beach

도착해서 1시간이나 해변을 산책하면서 일몰을 봤어요. 수영하기엔 너무 추웠지만 바다도 하늘도 너무 예뻐서 다음날도 또 놀고싶었어요. 많은 사람들이 텐트를 세우고 고기를 구워 먹고 있었어요. 맛있는 냄새가 나서 우리도 밥 먹으러 가자고 했어요. 먹을 것 사러 마트 들렀다가 펜션에 갔어요…

When we arrived we walked along the beach for an hour or so and watched the sunset. It was too cold to swim then, but the sea and sky looked beautiful so we got excited about visiting again the next day. Lots of people had set up tents and were barbecuing on the beach. It looked delicious, so we decided to go get dinner ourselves…

Read about the trip here…

Caged [29]

Characters: NamjoonxReader
Length: 2561 words
Genre: Mafia AU
Warnings: Violence

Part 28  Part 30

The sharp click resounded in the quiet room and all you could do was stare at the gun in Taehyung’s hand. He was holding it with one hand, his stance too frontal and his index finger cramping around the trigger. You could tell that he wasn’t used to shooting guns, and that he had never bothered to learn how to do it correctly and effectively. Unfortunately, that didn’t make the bullets of the 9mm any less deadly.

“Why on earth do you want to kill her?”

Yoongi’s voice was the next thing to cut through the silence, but it did nothing to help you relax. Your body was tense and your jaw hurt from clenching it way too hard. It didn’t make sense to you how sad Taehyung looked while pointing a gun at your face.

“I don’t want to kill her,” Taehyung countered. “I have orders.”

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