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btswit7 · 5 months ago

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ALMOST, ALWAYS [ teaser ]

Pairing: best friend's brother Jeon Jungkook/ reader.

Wc: (work in progress)

Genre: angst, heartbreak, mild slow burn, romance, 5 years age gap, comfort.

Summary: She was always there—watching, admiring, loving him in quiet. Almost like a habit, almost like a dream she never wanted to wake up from. But to him, she was just his sister’s best friend. Until she wasn’t. Until he saw what he had been missing all along. But by then, was it already too late?

A/n: well, as you all can see I did make some progress with the banner thing. Let me learn slowly. I have decided to make it a two-shot, I am kind of excited to post it soon!

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He looks ethereal.

The way the wind moves his soft luscious bangs with itself as his soft pink lips stay parted. His skin glowing under the moonlight. His face being the only thing glowing as the dark room, his black clothes and the night outside combines to form complete blackness.

“ Hii ___” he says.

“ Hii kook” you say as you stand beside him. Now the wind makes your hair flow with his.

“ What are you doing here now? It's so late” he says, checking the time on his phone.

“ Uh.. I am here to… uh yeah congratulate you on your win” you say proudly, your eyes shining from the thrill of the match that you watched a couple of hours ago.

“ I am proud of you kook! You did so well. The way you hit the ball in the last few seconds and it went exactly was just unreal! No wonder everyone was so amazed by your moves. The way each and every move of yours looks effortless but it just tells how much hard work you put in Mastering it. Just amazing, kook” you finally finished now looking at him.

“Wait, so you watched the entire match?” he guesses as a small smirk plays on his lips.

As soon as you hear his question your eyes widen realising you spoke way more than you should have.

Just great.

You hesitate later trying to mask it up, “ I didn't watch… I hear–”

“ Liar” he says as he leans forward slightly looking intently in your eyes, “ you do have this habit of blinking your eyes when you lie”

You look away as blush creeps up on your cheeks, he then slightly pinches your cheeks not knowing what this small act of his has done to you.

The spark of love that his soft gestures create in your heart might someday burn you.

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pynkgothicka · 2 years ago

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ＴｒａｉｎｉｎｇＷｈｅｅｌｓＫＮＪ

Synopsis - Your imaginary friend makes a return into your life when you least expect it. (Part 6 of the Monster Series)

Pairing - Yandere! Dark! Demon! Kim Namjoon x AFAB! Reader

Featuring - Brandy Norwood, Stephanie Hsu, Chris Pine

Tags and Warnings - Religious themes, hints of suicide, Chris pine

Authors Note - Time for reqs!!! I'm happy you guys stuck with me and my fits of unmotivation to write.

Packing up to go home was something you hated the thought of doing. But, with your mom insisting on you coming back home for fall break, it was hard to decline. Perhaps a break from school was just what you needed. After loading a small bag filled with your belongings into the back of your car, you start the long drive. As music plays, you try to distract your wandering thoughts.

Eventually, you receive a call from an old friend, Brandy, which you promptly answer.

"I heard you're coming back! We missed you in town," she said almost immediately into the phone. You smiled, trying to match her enthusiasm in your tone. She was usually a bit calmer from what you could last recall. Her faux locs were pulled into a bun as she worked on writing screenplays. So it was almost awkward hearing her so happy.

“Yeah! I'm happy to come back. Don't worry I missed town too.” You said keeping your voice happy and upbeat. “How are th-”

"So hey, your mom told me to ask, are you coming to church?”

You tensed at that word. Almost any recollection of church made you uneasy. Yet, when thinking too hard, you couldn't even begin to place what made you so uncomfortable with the subject.

Brandy took your silence as an answer. "Mhmm. Alright, I'll talk to you later when you're done driving, bye!" Then the phone hung up. You couldn't even begin to decipher what her sudden switch up was, but you didn't try to dwell on it.

But something was off. You hated that feeling of uneasiness. You turned up the music to drown out your thoughts.

🪀

Upon entering your old home, the air felt cold. The house seemed lifeless compared to your last visit. Your mom greeted you with a hesitant smile, warmly saying, "Hi, baby!" as she embraced you. She kissed your forehead and you reciprocated her smile, responding, "How was the drive in?”

“It was nice. Brandy called me for a bit so it wasn't too lonely.” Your father came in now hugging you. He took your bag and brought it to your room. Then your mother brought you to the kitchen, she passed you a bag with cookies. “So how's home been?”

“It's been nice, the church has become more active. New members and all that, I really hope you come tomorrow.” Your mother rambled on, almost guilting you into participating in something you obviously had 0 interest in. With a hand placed on your temple, you looked ahead at almost nothing. You leaned over the countertop, as she talked. “You remember Joonie?”

You snapped out of your daze. "Huh? Not that I know no.”

"Yeah, your old imaginary friend! I remember you used to play with him and everything, even asked me to leave out a second plate of food, all that stuff," your mother rambled, smiling. You nodded at her awkwardly. You had no recollection of whoever your mom was talking about, but you just went with it. Finally, your dad came down and patted your back, signaling that your room was ready.

Upon entering the room, you saw a trail of salt by the door. It was as if it either trapped something in or kept something out. Stepping over the salt, you went to your bed and fell face-first. You groaned into the sheets and grabbed the linen. Everything smelled old, like an old, murky, mildew-based prison that sucked everything out of you.

And it all made you so sleepy. Maybe you could just sleep off that uneasy feeling, so you did.

🪀

You woke up to an empty stomach. Getting out of bed, your first instinct was to check what time it was. you saw it was early in the morning, around 4 a.m. No one would be up around this time you took that as a time to roam around. Slipping on your white house slippers and taking your phone, you left your old room. Seeing the salt on the ground you stepped over it once again.

You stuck to your main route and went to the kitchen to get something to eat. Opening the fridge, you found a slice of bundt cake in a circular container. Quickly you began to eat it with a spoon. You looked at the sliding door that led to the backyard, memories flooding your senses. Having picnics with your mother and community parties.

Yet it was all so faint, and it was faint to the point where you could only make out faint glimpses.

Looking around more you saw a cabinet left open. Usually from what you remember, it was where your mom would hold important documents like your birth certificate. You went towards it to close it but stopped seeing it wad filled more than usual. It had salt and drawings filling it. Stuff you couldn't even begin to decipher what all was in it.

Taking it out, you saw childish drawings. Joonie was scribbled with hearts surrounding it. It was haunting as you could tell it was your work. You shoved it back into the cabinet shutting it. You let out a sigh and finished your slice of cake.

You were brought out of your mind for about the umpteenth time during your visit by the sound of the television turning on. Pensively you walked into the living room and looked at the television, the broadcast shakey and filled with static. The remote sat on the coffee table, untouched. You reached for it to try and turn it off but it was stopped.

“Don’t.”

The television flipped to a show and went to a static dead channel. “What…?” You said quietly staring at the screen. “Whose there?”

“A…Friend.” The television spoke to you through the TV. You were stunned and moved to sit on the couch. You stayed wary, not even looking at the remote that sat in front of you. “You… are. still… pretty.” It continued to say. Sitting up you kept your posture.

“Thank you… U-Um is this a prank? Is there someone controlling my TV?” You said finally trying to figure out exactly what was happening. Then it muttered your name, in its garbled way. Different channels talking to you. After it switched to a channel of a man laughing it continued to talk.

“No… You.. will know… me… soon.” Then the TV shut off. You stared at it and took that as a sign to get up and leave. You rushed to your room, not even recalling the salt. You tripped and fell to the ground. You groaned before getting back into bed and falling asleep.

🪀

Getting out of your parent's car, you realized the church was still the same building. It was small and homey. It was made to be intimate and close, but it haunted you. Walking up those stairs and entering the building you saw nothing but regret. The pastor was someone you didn't recognize, he was older. His face was chiseled out of stone, however. You sat down towards the front of the church following suit with your parents.

The session was long, and you stayed to yourself. Towards the end, the pastor looked at you directly, “I’m happy you've decided to reconnect with us. Welcome back home.” And everyone clapped and applauded your return. But all you could do was sit there and be anxious. Nodding you plastered on a smile, just to get them to stop praising you for something that wasn’t permanent.

You just wanted to shrink and die, the guilt you faced being too much.

Your mother shoved your shoulder urging you to speak. “I-I’m happy to be here sir.”

🪀

Your parents rambled about how much the church seemed to appreciate your return. They had previously left you in the car while the new pastor spoke to them without your presence. It was weird, your parents pushing you to the side for something so minute. “What did you guys talk about?” You finally said interrupting them.

“Oh nothing, we are just making plans for today's little dinner party. Everyone is coming over for it, It's for you coming home, baby.” Your mother said, that sickeningly sweet voice making you feel anxious sort of.

“Why does everyone care that I’m home all of a sudden…”

The car went silent.

Your dad cleared his throat, “Well you know how your mother likes to talk. Ever since, well all these new people started showing up and becoming regulars, she's been talking nonstop about you.” He said. You knew he was sugar-coating something. Yet no one told you a thing.

“Listen, baby, I just want you to know, that we both love you so much.” Your mother cut in. You looked away and sighed while staring out the window. You felt even more guilt for how you felt towards the situation.

🪀

It was late, and everyone who attended church today was in your home. Brandy and Stephanie stayed in your room with you, quickly wanting nothing to do with the celebration happening downstairs. “Did you guys' parents be really weird out of the blue today?” Brandy asked. Both you and Stephanie nodded in agreeance.

“Yeah, I think it's the church. Something is up with that church now and I don't like it.” Stephanie said.

“What happened to the church, why is it so tense now?” You asked. Stephanie and Brandy looked at each other before, Stephanie made a face for Brandy to shut your door, in which she did. Stephanie took your hands in her own.

“You’ve seen it too, great we aren't alone. This happened around 6 months ago, new people coming in and the sermons started to change. It was focused on this day where a savior would save us and all that bull shit. But that's what it is. It's fucking bull.” Stephanie said keeping her voice to a hushed whisper. Brandy cut in.

“But if you say something about it, they say you're questioning his word. I don't even know who this new him is. It's changed and something is up. I'll be honest, it started with Pastor Pine and your parents.” Brandy said also whispering. You furrowed your brows recalling how weird everything has been since you returned. Brandy was right, it was something different with your parents.

Your head shot up and you finally decided on your next course of action. “Okay, you know what. We’re leaving. You are both coming with me back to school. I'll get you guys some new stuff once we arrive. We just need to get the fuck out.” You said deciding to leave your bag. Both of them seemed on board, ready to ditch whatever fate that this town was coming to. They took their phones and made their way out of your door and down the stairs to your front door. "If they try and stop you, keep moving.”

“Where are you going?” That deep voice was one you became accustomed to in a matter of a day.

You turned around to see Pastor Pine, his hands now on your shoulder. “Nowhere that's your concern.” You said shrugging your shoulders away. But he grabbed your shoulder more harshly. With a quick shove, you were on the ground and stumbled as he shoved you back into the house. With a touch of his hands on Brandy and Stephine's forehead, they disappeared into smoke. You stared in shock and almost broke down seeing just how quickly the only people who believed your suspicion were gone. And you could only crawl away weakened by the force behind the shove.

“After all this, you just want to run away.” Pastor Pines, voice shifted as he spoke. Becoming deeper, a wine-like tone coming from him. “Is it because you don't recognize me? After all the fun we used to have…”

”I don't know you!” You yelled back, in Horror you watched as the man's shoulder tore open, blood shooting out. A different man, one with silver hair with glints of purple emerged. He tore his way out of the husk of a body, a pair of ink-black wings sprouting from his back. “Oh my god! Mom! D-”

The man chuckled. It silenced you quickly as he kneeled next to you. “Don't even try it. They’re dead. They sacrificed themselves for me, baby. For Joonie… Your Joonie.”

It all came back to you. Promising yourself to him as a teenager, and having little to no friends. It was all him, yet it continued to be egged on by your parents. Namjoon was a demon, a demon that the town subscribed to. All of them had waited for you, and behind you, Namjoon wouldn't even dare allow you to see the people dead in sacrifice of him.

With a touch of his hand on your head, your memories came back to you. Playing with Joonie and seeing him as a confidant that you’d lost with age. “There we go, take it all in,” he said hushed into your ear.

“J-Joon…”

”Say my name baby… I know your happy to have me back.”

He cradled your head and smiled before planting a small kiss, knocking you out entirely.

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