that particular verse is not part of the scene but the words belong to him

Tae and Jimin in “Spring day”

You can take this as a theory or as an AU

According to Blood Sweat and Tears, Tae shouldn’t be human. So we know, he’s probably not really there with bts and that the whole motel scene is probably just a memory.

Now I don’t exactly know what Taehyung is, but he’s different from the rest of the boys. And so is Jimin.

I want to go out on a limb here and say that since Jimin’s character seems a lot more gentle and reassuring, then maybe Jimin is an angel. That’s describing his natural nature. (If you scratch out when he was “tempted” in Lie.) He’s a creature like Tae but also not the same. They could possibly be beings that linger around bts.

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Your Ginger Housemate - Part 3

Sorry for the slight delay. School has been pegging homework and assignments at me left right and centre. I hope everyone enjoys the story, it’s taken me hours to perfect it. Also, I apologise for the length. Hope I didn’t go overboard. Please show me what you think whether through likes or comments! I’ve done something a little different towards the end. Hope you like it ;)

Want to read the rest?: Part 1 HERE | Part 2 HERE | Part 4 HERE | Part 5 HERE | Part 6 HERE | Part 7 (½) HERE |  Part 7 (2/2) HERE



Originally posted by starzseed

You were humming. An activity you did so rarely, you surprised yourself. What was even more surprising, as you were taking more time into preparing dinner than usual. Spaghetti and meatballs. Yes, it wasn’t the hardest dish to create, but you weren’t the most marvellous chef and wanted to play it safe. Why was that? Well… a particular red-headed psycho that lived under your roof. It was a forced living arrangement at first, but now, you wouldn’t have it any other way. You found Jerome Valeska, although still slightly frightening, great company. You wanted to impress him in every way possible. Was that strange? Probably. Unusual? Certainly. Worrisome? Absolutely. Did you care? Not one little bit. 

Your humming had now escalated to a full-scale acapella session. ‘Without Me’ by Eminem. A favourite of yours. You knew all the verses off by heart and considered yourself quite the raps-woman, although you wouldn’t sing it in front of anyone else. Especially not Jerome. You’d probably die of embarrassment. 

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Four hours! Jerome was supposed to be home four hours ago! It was 11:20pm, and there was still no sign of him. Your stress sweated out of your pores, shredded your nails with your teeth and turned you into a fidgeting mess. Causing you to pace back and forth and check the clock every other time you weren’t peeking through the curtains. 

‘Stay calm y/n. Stay calm. He’s probably just caught up. Yeah, that’s right. Just caught up…’ But a voice in the back of your head decided to rebut.  

‘But what if he’s more than caught up. He might have left.’

‘Not without saying goodbye.’

‘Why would he bother with that? It’s not like your important.’

‘That’s not true. That’s not true. The way he acts around me. Those looks. It can’t be an act.’

‘But what if it is…?’

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