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the universe of us.

“I love you.” — “I know.”

pairing: jeon jungkook x reader | kim taehyung x reader genre: slight comedy, angst, fluff type: dream / fantasy / slice of life au word count: 21,112 words warnings: none author’s note: thank you to the true mvps @zephyoongist​, @gukstudio, and @syubits for all their aggressive motivation through means of screaming at me to continue dragging myself through this wild ride until the completion of this nightmare monstrosity. the italicized quote mentioned in this was said by dr. suess. i wrote this while listening to this song, so i hope you listen to it as well while reading for the full experience.

nefelibata : (noun) lit. “cloud-walker”; the one who lives in the clouds of their own imagination or dreams

The story of Icarus tells of a naive being who loved the sun and flew too close, leading to his untimely descent into the ocean. But what the tale didn’t speak of was how the sun and the moon fell in love with him, too. And with the pull of the tides due to the attraction of the sun and the moon, he tosses and turns, torn between two entities.

So if Kim Taehyung embodies the sun, then Jeon Jungkook is the moon.

And you are Icarus.

In a realm of pointless illusions and shadows of reality, dreams are not something you tend to dwell over. Some say it is within dreams where your selfish desires, wants, hopes, and subconscious manifest into a tentative form. As a lucid dreamer, you absolutely enjoy delving into illusions of roaming the boisterous halls of Hogwarts or taking flight into the air as you stretch your fingers out and almost touch the second star to the right.

You never actively try to find the hidden meanings behind the imagined moments that play beneath your eyelids and find purchase within the secret crevices within your mind. There simply is no point in doing so when they are not seen as an escape from reality because you are more than satisfied, daresay happy even, with the way your life is.

You found happiness within a circle of trustworthy and wonderful friends, a stable and amazing job that you actually do not dread going to in the morning, a beautiful and spacious apartment, and to top it off, a very cute and lovable dog named Soonshim whom you are a proud parent of with your boyfriend. More so, after all, you know you’re in love when you can’t fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams. And you are completely head over heels for a certain Kim Taehyung.

But then you find yourself slipping between the stratums of real and make-believe, existence and reverie, day and night under the guise of slumber and fantasies, thrown headfirst into an entirely new life that leaves you confused and chasing after something—or rather, someone—who is more than just silly daydreams and butterflies.

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Pairing: BTS Taehyung/ V | Reader

Genre: Fluff | a tint of humor | Childhood friends AU Summary: "And there we were, going our separate ways. I was 22, single and financially stable. He was with his girlfriend, right hand at her waist, their footsteps in sync.“

They grew up right next door, knowing each other like the back of their hand. Opposite characters and shared childhood. He was an exceptional thing with big smiles and a huge faith in love. She came to the city and fell in love with the streets and the lights. And then, they met again. Author’s note: We’re back, sort of alive due to the horrific first term finals but here we are. Blessed ~ Also get ready for a little angst later on in the series :) Credit: taehyungpiics on Twitter

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We sat on the rooftop for a very long time, our eyes staring at the horizon, not each other. Or maybe that was just me as I could not look at him properly, not able to face the awkwardness. It was one of those moments, really, the one when there was so much to say but none of us knew where to begin when we are at the right place and the right time to say whatever that was on our mind instead of leaving a deadly silence in between.

My eyes kept moving back and forth, my plain shoes then the sky. It was not as dark as it had been a few moments ago. Our time was running up.

Finally, I managed to gather all my strength and break the silence, only to meet his voice as the first word escaped me.

"You go first.", I said awkwardly.

He hesitated for a few seconds but continued anyway.

"You don't have to do this... " his voice gentle and yet refusing, as if setting up a wall between us. "I mean, not that I don't like it, I... it just that... I haven't seen you in two years... and you didn't even know what was going on in my life. And all of a sudden things changed and you are good to me, not that you were mean to me before..."

I knew what he meant. We weren't that close when we were little despite living so near each other. I was gone for years and we never had a real talk. He was an acquaintance. I was his acquaintance. I was not supposed to be here right now, not supposed to have patted his back when he threw up, not supposed to talk him into breaking property, not supposed to watch the sky with him. It should be someone else, maybe his guy friend from the small town or someone with the knowledge of his recent life.

But there I was, acting all close and caring as if I was his best friend. Such sincerity wasn't shown to someone that did not mean much. Even though that person spent his childhood with you. Even though that person was in front of you so vulnerable that as if the slightest touch could break him.

"I just don't like seeing you like that," I replied.

"What? Broken-hearted?"

"Sad," I answered. "You know, you have always been that kid who was so bright and full of energy and you have an unlimited resource of faith and love to give out.”

He gave out a little chuckle.

"You have that dumb smile that could light up the darkest days. Without it, it breaks my heart."

Silent.

"Look, it's just that sometimes you fall in love too fast and too hard. And you meant well. But when things fall apart, you ended up getting hurt more than anyone else. You give people second and third, and fourth chance because that is just how much you believe. But people can let you down and walk on you, even the ones you trusted with your life, I've been there. But that's alright. Wounds heal... I just wish you didn't have to go through all this crap."

"I thought this time things could last, that I finally get to be in a stable, normal relationship and stop being that guy who can't keep track of his past girlfriends. I thought she loved me. I was so stupid.", he blamed himself when he shouldn't. He did nothing wrong and I wanted to tell him that. But the words got stuck at the tip of my tongue.

"Love makes us do crazy things,” I said.

And it was as if for a millionth second, I could feel the lightest glimpse from Taehyung. Although the thought almost made me smile, I brushed it off my mind, convincing myself that it was only my imagination.

And it was. It had to be.

"But that's love." he smiled. Half amused, half bitter.

"Yeah", I replied.

We sit there for what seems like hours. Winds cutting into my skin with occasional shivers from the cold. My hair blowing all over the place, covering a small part of my sight.

Hands numb.

Visible breaths.

And suddenly, appeared the brightest gleam of sunlight I have ever seen.

The sun began to rise.

Minutes after that, the city awakened, consumed by lights and morning freezing cold. Things became brighter bit by bit, bathing in rays of orange and red. And my eyes narrowed to witness the magnificent, the peace, the rare silence of consuming chaos. The small astonishment of the grand city.

And underneath the concretes, hearts started to beat.

~ Zee ———END of part 6——— © 2017 BLOG-ARMEE  ALL RIGHTS RESERVED 

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Runaway (SEVENTEEN Mingyu Imagine) | Part 1

Pairing: SEVENTEEN Mingyu | Reader Genre: Fluff | a tint of humor | Runaway AU Summary: They ran away at the age of sixteen. Mingyu left behind his perfect life and comfort zone, he made his way to the big city, searching for an adventure. She was just a girl, unbowed and unbreakable, dusting herself off through the sticks and stones for her wildest dream.At eighteen, they met at a train station. He thought she was pretty.At twenty-three, she took hold of his hand and ran off in the night. Her kiss tasted like magic and wildfire.At twenty-seven, she showed up out of nowhere. Back into his life. At the altar. On his wedding day.

Author’s note: Enjoy another new series sunshines, celebrating SEVENTEEN comeback, which is too soon, I’m emotionally unprepared. ~

Disclaimer: photo taken from #Seventeen 4th Mini Album “Al1” Naver x Dispatch

The first time they met was at a train station, exactly one mile from his house. The big suitcases and bags, stacked in an enormous pile where they stood, made the two very noticeable late in the night.

It was a considerably large city and there were countless people, endless variety of faces he’d seen every day. But the moment Mingyu stole a glance at her face he had an odd feeling, unraveling in his stomach like butterflies, that he would not forget. She was tall. And she was standing tall, even with the heavy backpack on her back.

Traveler. Maybe. She had that tough, unfiltered look. Messy shoulder-length hair and there was that sparkle in her eyes.

Moving away. Too young.

Wanted criminal. Unlikely.

Runaway. Likely.

There were not many pretty girls running away from their cozy home in this city. And some to here. But he’d had the honor of seeing a few in his short lifespan and all of them always looked so proud, so determined, so sure of themselves. All standing straight despite the fact that their back and legs must be killing them. He liked them. He found something very endearing in the look in their eyes and the big wild dreams they had. But no, there was more. A little more in this girl, something in her gaze that told him differently. That her home was not cozy or that she didn’t have one, to begin with. Though that was all his imagination playing a trick on him, as one tended to when they stared at something for too long. Or someone.

She was maybe, possibly, just a little tougher than all those girls. And a little taller. A little prettier. It was her black ankle boots, her leather jacket tied around her waist, the green eyes focus steadily on the distance, waiting for her ride, the firmness of her cheekbones, the little scar just below her ear and the curl of her lips. And from this distance, she was unbreakable.

Oh you innocent soul, how little you think for you to be so quick to judge. Maybe he was bored, so late in the night with so little to do. That night and in life in general, he was bored. Because thing always went well for him. His schoolwork, his girlfriend, his social life. Everything always fell into places on their own. Kim Mingyu never had to try. Even the fact that he got into a college on the other side of the country required hardly any effort from him. Even his face required no effort. And so it was him and his mind alone, making up scenarios, judging others, a little here and a little there. He kept his time occupied and his mind too, anything to keep him from going insane in this big city that seemed so small to him. He had to leave. And so in the dark of the night, only five more minutes from then, he would.

Guess he was no exception either. He was no better than the rest for them for the sparkles in his eyes shone brighter than any hopeful souls. He could almost taste the freedom, bitter and sweet at the same time, but it would be the loveliest cut of them all.

And then, at the corner of his eyes, there it was, his ride to a place far far away from here. He checked his bag and suitcase, the rest had already been sent across the country. Strapping his backpack a little tighter to him, the self-confessed runaway took one last glance at the girl next to him, silent and distant from the dull laid before her. She was very pretty and he felt a little sorry that he was never going to see her again, an impulse, the inevitable lust of being eighteen.

But here it came and he had to be on his way, to end what had yet to start. At that moment, he did not know what had gotten into him, for he turned around and smiled at her. His charming, effortless smile he had used a million times.

“This is random. But I am running away, too,” he said.

And then he was on the train, the doors were closing and in one swift move, everything was out of sight, returning the quiet to the night as if nothing had been there before.

She must have thought Mingyu was crazy, and a little dim, but he couldn’t care less, he had so much more to look forward to. And for the girl, she had so much more to run away from than just a mere dull life. She stood there, silent as the night, thinking about that handsome smile.

The girl waited for her train to come.

Mingyu awoke to the happy chirping sound outside his window. The sun was exceptionally bright that morning, its ray boldly pierced through the glass, invading his bedroom, making his white sheet a little more blinding.

Oh right, today was Monday.

He hated Mondays. And he hated mornings. There was something about the beginning of a new day that deeply irritated him. But he was twenty-three and living alone. He had a job that started at nine. He couldn’t really afford to throw a tantrum at this age, nor this early in the morning.

And so he got up, brushed his teeth, got dressed and has the same breakfast he had every other day. He remembered when he was nineteen, taking his first step out of his comfort zone and going to live in another city across the country. Just a few years ago and the memory was so clearly, too. The feeling. Of freedom. Of starting things over. Getting all excited toward his new life as a new person. Getting all excited for nothing.

Duh.

Seriously, what exactly did he expect? That he would magically leave everything behind, his family, his friends, his girlfriend and had a fresh started. To end his dull life so easily. No, those things would follow him to his grave. He would have to call his girlfriend every night. Long distance is hard. And she made it even harder. The crying. The arguing over the phone at 2 A.M. The “I miss you” and “I’m sorry” and so on and so on. Oh dear God, make it stop. And of course, he would have to visit his family even holiday season. And they would all hug and kiss and say they missed him and start a fight right in front of him a few hours later. At the dining table. In the middle of the meal.

Fast forward a few years down the road and he was still visiting them. And they still fought over the pettiest things. Mingyu was single. And working a mediocre job. And alone. And unhappy.

And the worst part was he didn’t know where to start with the mess he found himself in. And then, an image flashed across his mind. Red lips, green eyes, firm cheekbones. Standing tall at the train station that night.

He smiled to himself.

He hadn’t thought of her in a while.

Sure, he knew nothing about the girl. She could be a serial killer for all he cared. But the way she looked so tough, so unbreakable. It made him think. It made him wanted to think about the invulnerability and the strength in her gaze and made up pretend scenarios.

She may be the exact opposite of the wildness he had assumed of her. She was nothing but a fleeting image he once cast eyes on and he knew nothing. She was an idea.

But a perfect one. Made up from his excruciating craving for freedom, along with years and years of boredom.

Snapping himself out of his fantasy, he picked up his bag and jacket and went to work.

It was unusual, even for her, to be ambushed and hunted down this early in the morning. She groaned in frustration, awaken by the merciless banging on her door. Well, not exactly her door. She didn’t even know whose place it was, even if she had been sober enough the night before. But then again, she never actually knew where she was and never learned to. She hadn’t paid her rent for months now, though the act was completely redundant considering the fact that she never spent more than three hours there. The landlord must have rented it to somebody else already, cursing her name for running away with the money she was supposed to give away.

The shouting and aggressive knocking resulted in one of the worst headaches she had ever had for years and a healthy dose of displeasing. Healthy enough to make her get up, grab her backpack and dashed for the emergency exit.

The truth was she didn’t know what was going on behind those doors. Or whether it had anything to do with her. It could easily be someone coming for her friend, who supposedly owned the place for the time being.

“Open the fucking door, we know you’re in there.” Okay, maybe they were coming for him (or her) in a not quite friendly way.

She was fast to climb downstairs to make her getaway. Just a few more steps. Her feet and hands quickly brought her down from the building’s twelveth floor. Her hair messy, unbrushed and untucked. Her eyes sparked a wicked shade of green and a dash of adrenaline.

Quickly, little girl.

The wolves are coming for you.

But before her feet touched the ground and the safe and sound, she was faced with two men in police uniform, their face stern, giving nothing away. One of them said in their ever so robotic voice, “Miss Anderson.”

In the corner of her eyes, she spotted her friend whose name she didn’t recall, only his face, running for his life, followed by the men cursing loudly. They must have been those people banging on his doors earlier. So much for making her escape.

Then there was a crashing sound and both the two officers in front of her whipped their heads around to see what was going on.

Big mistake. Once you have her, don’t ever think the game was over. Let her out of your sight and she would slip right through your fingers.

And indeed, for as soon as they tore their stare away from her, she ran. Into the street, around the building, through the fences, and into the suffocating crowd in the subway station. And on went their chase.

~ Zee

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Pairing: BTS Taehyung/ V | Reader Genre: Fluff | a tint of humor | Childhood friends AU Summary: “And there we were, going our separate ways. I was 22, single and financially stable. He was with his girlfriend, right hand at her waist, their footsteps in sync.”

They grew up right next door, knowing each other like the back of their hand. Opposite characters and shared childhood. He was an exceptional thing with big smiles and a huge faith for love. She came to the city and fell in love with the streets and the lights. And then, they met again.

Author’s note:  We the admins apologized for being away for so long. It’s just that we’ve been busy with school and other projects as well but not wanting to go on a hiatus so the updates are being put off quite a bit. I hope you guys understand and still support the stories when they are updated. Love ~

Disclaimer: Picture from BTS Summer Package 2017 Scan credited to chimtae

FIVE

"Here", I said, handing him a brick I found on the side of the road.

"What?", he looked me, confused.

"A broken heart can heal, but not that little bitch's window." I explained, "Do it, you'll feel better."

"Wha... No. My God, are you crazy?" he looked at me as if I had grown another eye on my forehead when he realized what I was asking him to do.  "I'm not doing it." and so he refused.

"It's not difficult, she's on the first floor." I would not give up so easily. I admitted this might seem crazy but logically speaking, she did fire the first shot.

"I know where she lives. And no," he said firmly, having no intention to throw the brick in his hand into his cheating ex-girlfriend's glass window. Instead, he simply said to me "Come on, let's get out of here before anyone sees us."

"No. You do it or I'll do it myself." I had no idea why I wanted to do it so badly or why I was so upset over something that wasn’t my but his problem, something that shouldn’t concern me to the least. It was late, or very early in the morning. He was drunk and I was sober. I shouldn't be doing this. But seeing him cry broke my heart.

"Fine", he agreed after a long while. "But if I go to jail would you bail me out?"

Well...

"Taehyung?", I heard another voice calling out his name at 3 A.M. I looked up. He put down the brick.

It was his girlfriend. At the front door, looking at us half confused, half annoyed. Through the darkness and the street lights, all I could see was his back and yet, strangely, I could tell that he was hurt at the sight of her, the one he thought he loved, the one he thought to have loved him. His hands started to shake.

An odd feeling grew inside of me. I was annoyed, agitated, angry. Because he was hurt. Because he was still in love with the person who hurt him. Because he'd had so much faith, and optimism, and love.

And because I felt the way I was feeling...

The silence was deafening, and I could not take it anymore.

Without thinking, I took him hands and pulled him away. We run away and none of us looked back. I couldn't face him. Part embarrassed, part because I just wanted to get out of there. So I kept running, running, and running until I was gasping for air and my legs were giving out.

He passed me, pulling me at my hands, keeping up my pace. And it was then that I realized that our hands were never apart.

"This way", he said, nearly out of breath. We took a turn at the next corner and stopped to catch our breath in front of a tall building. The cold air was crisp and I felt something cutting into my throat. My voice hoarse, I could not properly speak.

We went in through the back door. I picked the lock, he showed me to the rooftop. We had to be careful all the way up in case we got caught. I was so scared my heart was going to give us away. It was racing faster and faster with each "ding" of the elevator.

Please stop.

As the door slid open, I felt the chill came rushing towards me. The wind was cutting into my cheeks and my goosebumps started to rise through three layers of clothes. I stepped out into the cold ocean-blue sky as the doors closed behind me. I turned around and found him blowing hot breath into his hands, his hair tousled in the winds, messy and still so effortlessly perfect. His eyes staring at me, sweet chocolate brown. He was beautiful, tall figure, hazel hair, glowing in darkness, slightly shaking because of the cold

I took off my scarf and put it around him. I had to tiptoe. He was tall, much taller than I remember and even then he was bigger than all the kids in our town.

"I don't need it", he said gently to me. I could feel the heat of his breath at the back of my hands.

But I ignored it, putting the scarf a bit tighter around him.

I said nothing. All I could hear was the wind and the ever so quiet rattle of the door leading down. All I could see was the cloud of my breathing, his chest, my scarf on him. All I could feel was the texture of it, my finger slowly growing numb as each wind passed by.

"It's the least I can do...", I said, stepping slowly away.

He wasn't stubborn, letting my scarf rest around him, keeping him warm.

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LOVE YOURSELF 承 ‘Her’ Concept Photo :: O version

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It was such an intense day for me reading this fic, like seriously I enjoyed it a lot, which is why I’m going through the masterlist right now and possibly back with a few more fic recommendations from the same blog. I hope you guys enjoy it too. ~ Ai  

Hiraeth (M) | Pt.1

(n.) a homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past.

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Words: 12,957.

Genre: Zombie apocalypse au, smut, fluff, angst.

Summary: “I guess we’re not so different after all, huh? Brains, brawns – what does it matter when we’re all just scared of being left alone and stupidly hopeful?”

A/N: Inspired by the wonderful game The Last of Us.

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Things I didn’t say

pairing: Vernon | Seungkwan genre: Angst | Fluff author’s note: this is just a random drabble that Zee came up with and supposed to be a series but left unattended so really I don’t know  - Ai

POV Vernon

We grew up in the chaos of life. You and I rose above the sticks and stones and became conquerors. Along the way, we lost ourselves.

I am sorry I forgot. I forgot how much you love tucking me in when it rained. I forgot the way you would run your hand through my hair. The warmth of your body in my arms and the steady sound of your breathe beside me.

I didn't mean to take for granted your kindness, the sparkle in your eyes. I am sorry I have grown up. That time passed by too quickly and the word "love" could not roll off my tongue as easily as before. But I love you as much I always have, as much as I hope you would still. Because I couldn't survive a day without you.

"It's pouring out there."

"Yeah."

I put my arms around you gently. I hoped I wouldn't wake you up. I burrowed my nose into your hair and took in the sweet scent I've always love, listening to the whispering "I love you". It echoed across the room, vibrating through every cell of my body.

I love you, too.

We grew up in the chaos of life. You and I rose above the sticks and stones, and became conquerors. But somewhere along the way, we lost ourselves.

So before I lose you...

~ Zee

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HOME (BTS V Imagine) | Part 4

There are part one here and part two here and part three here ~ Enjoy  Disclaimer: Picture found on Pinterest with the credit given to the account with the logo and no editing.

FOUR

“Let it out, let it all out.”, I said to him, clapping his back as he reached out for the toilet and threw up what was left in him. It was a mixture of vodka, tequila, tears and misery. Sounded like a recipe for disaster, and smelled like one, too.

It was supposed to be a night out. One that he had determined to make the most of, to drink up and forget about that horrible breakup. So we made for the best nightclub in the city and were “ready to party”, as he so eloquently quoted. But little did he know, while he was taking shots, he accidentally swallowed up his consciousness and dignity, which led to this embarrassing moment. At 2 in the morning, in the girls’ bathroom, one was blocking her nose and the other was throwing up. Liquor out but the broken heart remained. He started to cry. Again.

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They worked for every ounce of that award and the fame they have. they gave up everything, Yoongi suffered intense depression and his family told him they didn’t support him, he had to abandon them, be so poor he could barely eat to finally break through and show his talent to the world. Jungkook gave up his childhood for this, he was just a little kid with an amazing voice, he was basically raised by 6 other kids who didn’t even know what they were doing themselves. Jimin suffered from low self confidence, he was just a kid himself. Jin was the oldest, he had to take care of a bunch of kids, rap monster literally worked through so much hardship to lead him and his friends to greatness. Hoseok literally suffered constant panic attacks and anxiety issues, he was definitely not the sunshine we see now, he was depressed and didn’t even know if he’d make it. Taehyung was just a small kid coming from his grandmothers strawberry farm. he had no money so his grandmother bought him a fancy jacket so the boys in seoul wouldn’t judge him. and now they’re here, a billboard music award under their belts and hundreds of millions of fans. they deserve every ounce of it, if not more.

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Heey guys, we’re back!

So finals are finally over and we’re back with more writing than ever for you guys, please give us lots of love and support. Thank you sunshines :))

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Pairing: BTS Taehyung/ V | Reader Genre: Fluff | a tint of humor | Childhood friends AU Summary: “And there we were, going our separate ways. I was 22, single and financially stable. He was with his girlfriend, right hand at her waist, their footsteps in sync.”

They grew up right next door, knowing each other like the back of their hand. Opposite characters and shared childhood. He was an exceptional thing with big smiles and a huge faith for love. She came to the city and fell in love with the streets and the lights. And then, they met again. Author’s note: Part 1 here, part 2 here, part 3 here. Enjoy ~

Disclaimer: Picture found on Pinterest with the credit given to the account with the logo and no editing.

FOUR

"Let it out, let it all out.", I said to him, clapping his back as he reached out for the toilet and threw up what was left in him. It was a mixture of vodka, tequila, tears and misery. Sounded like a recipe for disaster, and smelled like one, too.

It was supposed to be a night out. One that he had determined to make the most of, to drink up and forget about that horrible breakup. So we made for the best nightclub in the city and were "ready to party", as he so eloquently quoted. But little did he know, while he was taking shots, he accidentally swallowed up his consciousness and dignity, which led to this embarrassing moment. At 2 in the morning, in the girls' bathroom, one was blocking her nose and the other was throwing up. Liquor out but the broken heart remained. He started to cry. Again.

It was his first time after all. First time ever had a girl he really loved. First time seriously thought about spending his life with her. First time caught that girl sleeping with another guy. All his faith, he had lost. Everything he believed in shattered right in front of his eyes.

His eyes were filled with tears and the image in front of him started to fade away. Hugging his knees in the small restroom, next to the toilet he had just thrown up in, he cried.

I was sitting next to him, next to that disgusting toilet (now flushed) with my legs straightened. I knew he needed somebody to comfort him. I knew he needed a hug. But I also knew that he would refuse it. So I did nothing, said nothing, just simply sat next to him, leaning my back against the wall and listened to those girls outside gossiping about how hot "that guy" was. He seemed hot, she thought.

After a short moment, the gossip stopped. The girls were no longer there. There were only the two of us.

"Taehyung", I called out his name.

"Yes.", he answered in between sob.

"It smells like tampons in here", I said, deciding the best way to talk was not to talk about it.

He laughed, though tears were still streaming down his face. So this was what tampons smelled like.

"Your mother called", I continued, "she just wants to make sure you're okay."

"I'm okay." he said quietly as the sobs began to lessen.

"I know you are." I smiled, choosing to believe his lie. He was anything but okay.

I hated myself. I couldn't protect him. I couldn't make him stop crying. All I could ever do was to be there and that was not enough. It broke my heart seeing him like this.

"Come on", I said, "let's get out of here"

"What?", he sniffled.

"There's something I want to show you"

~ Zee

———END of part 4———

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Hellooooo, I really like your blog, hope you're going to write more. Doing so well :)

Thank you sunshineee ≧(´▽｀)≦ I’m really glad that you like our blog. I hope you’ll keep supporting us in the future with much love, alright? We will definitely work hard to improve and give you lots of good writing (*•̀ᴗ•́*)و ̑̑ (and lots of love too, sunshine).P.s: I really enjoy using Japanese emoticons cause they’re just so cute o(〃＾▽＾〃)o

~ Ai

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Hi lovelies! I would love to say I've been scrolling through your imagines and I absolutely love them all so far. There are points were I wonder how amazing you people are and when I'll ever get to that. Anywaysss, please keep up the good work!

Wow um thank you so much, we really appreciate that :) like a lot, you don’t even know (I’m so happy) but in all, we are still working on our writing and it’s amazing to receive some good feedbacks and support. Personally, I love many of your imagines as well. I don’t know why but this feels like getting compliments from a sunbaenim maybe because we have just started on this. I don’t want to drag it on too long like I do with all the questions, not sure why, but thank you so so much for the encouragement. You’re such a sunshine :)

~ Ai

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No imagines this week though because it’s final exam next week, one of those sad, stressful times of the year :( but we are still working through requests as well as writing some new ones and will be back with tons of new pieces next next week :) Do look out for us then :) For now help yourself to a happy Min Yoongi while I console myself through exams :)

~ Ai

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Hello!!!! I love your Take Me Home Baekhyun imagine!!!! Can i request a part 2?

I’m sooooo soooo very happy that you like it (I even planned to use all caps on this one, but mercy on your eyes :)) You don’t even know how happy I am to read this because I was so worried about posting it (my first imagine :)) Well I did plan to have this as one part only but since you’ve asked, I’ll try to write a second one, hopefully, it won’t be one of those bad follow-ups. If it’s too bad then, well I might have to apologize beforehand. But thank you sooo much for the love anon :)

~ Ai