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Soma, Takumi, Ishikki & Hayama + headcannons on how noisy they are in bed? ;)
Hayama Akira:
His moans tend to just be deep, guttural growls and grunts.
It’s rare to hear unless you tell him to let loose.
His sensitivity level depends on how long it’s been since he had sex; the longer it’s been, the more likely he is to moan out loud.
Isshiki Satoshi:
Isshiki’s moans are soft, and he leans directly in your ear to do so.
He’ll only moan when he knows you’re close as he knows it helps you finish quicker.
If you’re a loud moaner/noisier in bed, he won’t moan as much as he wants to hear you over himself.
Takumi Aldini:
Takumi’s moans are loud, high-pitched, and near impossible to quiet.
He gets flustered easily but seeing you pleasure him is so erotic, the only way to control himself is by squeezing his eyes shut.
He covers his mouth to try to muffle himself but the sound is still very clear.
Yukihira Souma:
Souma is has complete control over his moans, though one or two will slip out every once in awhile when he’s really into the activities.
He’ll only let himself moan when he knows there’s no one else around.
Souma’s fake moans sound ridiculous, as he only uses those sorts of moans when he’s trying to be dramatic or to a make point.
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hey guys!
its me, mystic messenger trash!! i got into mysme again and im very sorry to say that i will be inactive,
just kidding lololol
but i am busy for this vacation, since we’re going to another country. in the meantime, i’m going to be posting my mysme fanfic called “Happier” from ao3. i have an ao3, called “kitkath”. check it out!
my ao3 account
i will be posting mysme stuff here too lol but i rarely check my tumblr nowadays...*sighs*::::
i will more likely to be posting on ao3 ^^
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iM BACK
Hi! I didn’t have time for Tumblr lmfao
but here are what i did:
-I FINISHED POKEMON MOON
-stanning day6
- Flight Rising you can only sign up during welcome week, which is every 1st week of the month
-stanning BLACKPINK
-stanning TWICE
-CHRISTMAS
-got Alpha Sapphire...finally!
-fought with my enemy
-made up with one of my friends
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so there’s this project
it’s an English project on poetry (we have to make a compilation of 6 poems) and i’ve been suffering from writer’s block
like
creativity pls
i’m about to write in korean and send those to my teacher
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Helpless [Part 2]
a/n: I finished the last chapter at 2 am…honestly im so pumped its also 2 am
what is slee p
I did some research on honorifics and I learned that -ssi is equivalent to miss. Okay. 내 바보
Phrases/sentences in dialogues that are italicized is someone speaking in English.
“Eunhee!” you called out in her house, your figure slumping on the couch in exhaustion. “Eunhee! Where are you?”
“Yah, she went out,” a male voice greeted you instead. He came out of one of the rooms in a t-shirt and jeans. You figured out this was the idol boyfriend your demented best friend was talking about, because dang he looked hot. “Are you (Y/L/N) (Y/N)-ssi? Nice to meet you. I’m Kim Mingyu, Eunhee’s boyfriend. She talks about you a lot at 2 am in the morning, after you call each other.”
“Yeah, sorry about th-I uh, I mean, I’m sorry about the crap Eunhee does, Mingyu-oppa. She’s a little bit crazy at times,” you sighed in exasperation, causing Mingyu to laugh. “She’s honestly so wild, I don’t even know what to do with her sometimes.”
“Still adapting to Korean again, I see,” he said, commenting on your sudden English slip-up. “It’s fine. Also, about Eunhee, that’s what makes me love her even more. She’s also super sweet, too. Do you know that?” you nodded. “She’s so amiable when she’s quiet, or when she’s working. She’s so concentrated on things, too. She tends to forget stuff.”
You snorted. “Yeah, I can see that. She took me out for dress-shopping yesterday for a dance audition,” both of you laughed at your revelation, and suddenly, the two of you opened up to each other. First, about Eunhee’s weird antics, and then about yourselves. You exchanged numbers with each other, Mingyu saying that you can call him whenever you needed him. You laughed. “Dude, Eunhee senses it every time I need someone. She’ll be up and be like, ‘I know you need something, (Y/N)! Now spill,’ and I’ll be like, ‘Yah…there’s nothing,’ and she goes, ‘Bull. I’m literally a mind-reader. We’re also sisters, so we’re connected to each other,’ and I can hear this thumping sound at the other end. I know that she stomps her foot at times.”
The two of you laughed at your imitation of her voice and her face, that was until the woman herself got in. She stuck a tongue out at you. “I know you need something, (Y/N)! Now spill,” and you and Mingyu started laughing again. She rolled her eyes, but she didn’t get to stop herself from giggling, too. “Stop it, whatever you two are laughing about. Come on, I got ice cream. (Y/N), really though, you need to tell me whatever happened at the audition.”
“Apparently, my impromptu choreography of…’Boy in Luv’ complimented the original one, and that my voice is good, so I was immediately accepted,” Mingyu and Eunhee’s jaws dropped in shock. Wait, did that just really happen? “I’m moving into an apartment near their building! I haven’t even been here for a week, and I’m already moving to somewhere.”
“Yeah, I’ll fight their manager,” Eunhee joked, making you and her boyfriend laugh at her fists raised, posing as if she was about to punch someone. “But, seriously, though!? You passed!” she squealed in delight. “I can finally go meet the boys for a reason!”
Mingyu smacked her arm playfully. “Yah, you still have me. What did you say about meeting the boys!?”
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“I remember that night, I just might regret that night for the rest of my days…” you sang quietly as you listened to your iPod, playing a game on your phone. You were on your Hamilton playlist, feeling the mood for some musical crap. It was then until your phone started playing your ringtone, and a number saved under the name “BigHit” appeared on the screen. You paused your music before answering it.
“Hello?” you answered, looking forward but also not at the same time. The old man from yesterday answered, his voice particularly bouncy.
“Good morning, (Y/N)-ssi! Glad to hear you up and about. I was going to tell you that I would like to meet up with you at around 1 pm, yes? I shall treat you to lunch so we can discuss your housing. Please meet me at the 2nd floor, 3rd room from the elevator on the left so we can go to our destination,” he said.
“Oh, yes. Thank you. I’ll be there.”
“Brilliant! Well, thank you for your time. I’ll meet you later. Goodbye!” and with that, your phone let out a beeping sound. You sighed. You were free the whole day, also alone, because Eunhee was out doing her job and Mingyu was also away doing…whatever idols do in their buildings. You checked the time. You had 3 hours to do your stuff, so you got up and went around your room, picking your clothes and planning your appearance for today’s lunch with a manager from BigHit.
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You ended up choosing a navy dress that reached your thighs, with a cream cardigan and cream flats to compliment the dress. You were about to go out when you heard someone call out your name.
You turned around to see it was Mingyu, who seemed like he was holding something and was panting, as if he was running. “Yah, Eunhee wanted me to treat you to lunch. I was supposed to go at 12, but some crap came up and…are you going out for lunch already? With someone else?”
“Actually, yeah,” you said, tucking a stray piece of your hair behind your ear. “It’s the manager from BigHit, nothing romantic. I’m sorry I can’t come with you, knowing that Eunhee would probably go, ‘Jagi! It’s because you run so slowly, I bet I can beat you,’ or something at you,” Mingyu laughed. “Maybe tomorrow?”
“Eh, I don’t know if I’ll be not-so-busy tomorrow,” he said. “I mean, I snuck out like a few minutes ago. Anyway, (Y/N)-ssi, I can walk you to that place, if you don’t, uhh, mind,” he said, grinning. You shook your head.
“Nah, no way am I walking. I’m taking a taxi,” you explained, pointing at your shoes. Mingyu frowned, and for a moment, you thought you have done something wrong, but then he spoke up.
“Someone from Seventeen wants to meet you, just saying,” he said cheerfully. “Maybe some romance would bloom between the two of you…but anyway! You might get late. Here, I hailed a taxi for you,” he smiled at you cheekily while waving his hand. A taxi stopped beside both of you, and you thanked him for what he had done. He waved his hand dismissively. “No, don’t mention it. Okay, bye, (Y/N)-ssi! My friends would surely kill me if I went back any later.”
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“(Y/N)-ssi!” you heard an old man’s voice call out, making you turn your head to his direction. Behind him was the young guy from yesterday, looking at you with emotionless eyes. The cheery manner he had yesterday was gone, as if the manager had said something that put him into a permanent state of discontent. “You’re early. What a good trait! Also, from what I remember, you haven’t exactly met me yet. I’m their CEO.”
You gasped before bowing again. “Good afternoon to you too, PD-nim. It’s an honor to meet you,” you said, in awe of this man. This guy wasn’t just any manager, after all. “It’s a pleasure to formally meet your…co-worker? Too.”
“Oh, him? He’s Rap Monster from BTS!” he laughed, leading you two to your table. “I’m surprised you didn’t recognize him, too. About this meeting, you can say it’s an interview about you! Plus, we’re going to arrange your apartment and living quarters while being a trainee.”
“O-okay…” you took a seat on the chair Rap Monster pulled out for you, thanking him for what he had done. He rolled his eyes before taking his own seat, causing you to frown and want to ignore him completely throughout the whole lunch. “So, what are the questions you wanted to ask me, PD-nim?”
“Oh! Well, these are the following….”
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After a very long interrogation while eating food (at least it was nice), the guy clapped his hands. “Oh, this is wonderful news! I know that if you get used to Korean again, you will be able to rap in both English and Korean. And then we’ll have a bilingual rapper! Bilingual rappers are rare, too, since not everyone can rap. Aside from you, Rap Mon, of course.”
Rap Monster nodded at his words. “Yes, and that is why I’m taking you under my wing, (Y/N)-ssi. I won’t have any promises with the way I teach, though, and I certainly cannot promise I’ll always give you kind comments,” he closed his eyes, pausing. You gulped. You felt as if your time with him was going to be a pain-in-the-ass; you hoped not. “but I will make sure you have learned something from our time together.”
You felt his eyes boring into your head, so you made sure your eyes were averted from his intense gaze. “Yes, sunbaenim,” you mentally laughed. You didn’t really want to add “Rap Monster” before that, since the name would be too long already. Once again, PD-nim laughed.
“I hope you two get along well. Anyway, for your apartment, we figured that it should be next to BTS’ dorm so if you need something, you can walk to their dorms. But be warned! As most idols are, they are constantly practicing, so I may ask you not to bother them so much. And I assigned Rap Monster to show you around your apartment as well, so that you two may have some alone time with each other. Who knows! But dating is strongly advised not to be done, but whatever floats your boat,” he sent a wink towards both of you, but your reactions were different. You blushed while he just stared on, face devoid of any emotion. “I shall be taking my leave now. Waitress! The bill, please!”
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You and Rap Monster took a silent taxi ride to your apartment. The exterior looked nice, but apparently he had your key. He opened the door, revealing a very attractive guy on the sofa, his body laid out on it. Rap Monster sighed, and gave him a glare.
The obviously younger one didn’t give any attention to the glare, instead standing up when he saw you. “Ah! Namjoon-hyung, is this (Y/N)? The girl you’ve been talking about non-stop since yesterday?” he gave you a little wriggle of the eyebrows. “Yah, (Y/N), you look as if you’re around my age. I’m Jimin, and I just wanted to ask if you were single?”
“Jimin, get out,” Rap Monster—or Namjoon, thank God for the shorter name, muttered. Jimin held his hands up.
“Nope, sorry hyung, not happening. I’ll just stay here and help her move in after you two mingle, okay?” he said, giving you a wink. You instantly blushed. “See! She likes me more than she likes you. She’s clearly afraid of you.”
“Well, that’s just sad, because to me, you’re making her uncomfortable,” Namjoon shot back. “And she’s going to have to be more open around me, because I am her tutor, after all,” he also shot you a look which sent you shuddering. Damn, his gaze was just so…dark. You couldn’t really help but feel so small whenever he’s around.
“Damn, hyung, why do you get all the pretty girls?” Jimin shook his head. “You getting to tutor her is like…a blessing, for others. Others like me. You don’t even seem to tolerate her presence, contrary to popular belief caused by your incessant rambling about her.”
“Shut up,” Namjoon hissed at him, but not even once had a faint trace of pink appear on his cheeks. “As you know, I’m a ridiculously busy person, and to tutor her is not a blessing,” he closed his eyes. “I think, in fact, it’s the opposite. I’d give you my position, but you cannot really teach her how to rap, can you?”
“No…”
“Just as I thought so,” the older guy said before turning to you, handing you a piece of paper and a key. “This is the address and key to your apartment so you can move in here tomorrow. PD-nim will visit you the day after, and to avoid any questions, you will move in here tomorrow. You can do that for me, can you, (Y/N)?” the last part was softly spoken, and his gaze softened for a moment before hardening again. You nodded your head, staying silent. “Good.”
“Yah, hyung, aren’t you going to give her your number?” Jimin said, causing your attention and head to turn to him, face bright red. “You know, so she can ring you up whenever she needs help.”
“I do not need his number!” you squeaked out, making Namjoon turn his head towards you, an eyebrow raised. A hand quickly flew to your mouth, covering it.
“In fact, I think you do,” he replied. “And it’s not just for moving in, too. You’ll need my help plenty of times within the duration we’re together.”
You gulped.
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Overprotective
Prompt: “When your big brother, Jin, has afternoon practice, you try to get your way and meet the members of BTS.”
A/N: I just got this idea in a shower lol
“But Jin-oppaaa,” you whined after swallowing the perfectly-done pancakes. The pancakes were made by your big brother, Jin, of course, and they were fluffy and had cookies bakes into it. Just like how you preferred it. “You’ve been with them for four years now, and not even once have I met them.”
“No, (Y/N)-ah. I know how much you’ve been thirsting over them, so get over it,” Jin replied, not meeting your eyes. You pouted and cut off a part of your pancake, chewing it slowly. “By the way, I have afternoon practice today. What do you want to do for the morning?”
“I wanna meet BTS,” you said with determination. Jin rolled his eyes at your request and your demanding tone. He didn’t get it; you were a sweetheart around other people, but when it was with him, you always wanted to have your way. And you did get it, anyway, after some hardcore persuasion. “Please, Jin-oppa. I’ve been literally dying to meet them, and finally get to touch their—“
“Okay, okay, fine,” he said, groaning while you grinned and exclaimed a shout of victory. “Just don’t touch their…whatever you wanted to touch,” he eyed you warily. “I don’t need the boys freaking out over you. And…stay away from Jungkook. You two are at the same age, and I forbid you to date any of the guys. Also, keep quiet. Actually, just don’t talk to—(Y/N), stop those puppy eyes…your aegyo isn’t going to work.”
You sighed, and even stared at him with more intensity. “Oppa, you’re being too strict. Why are you being so mean to me, but so nice to other people?” some crocodile tears welled up in your eyes, and Jin’s eyes widened. He stood up and walked over to you, proceeding to hug you and stroke your head. You internally laughed. Jin always fell for your tears, whether they were real or not, and to be honest, even if you were a mischievous little brat, your heart was warmed. Your overprotective brother loves you, and you two knew it. You love him, too.
“I’m sorry, (Y/N)-ah. Shh, don’t cry…” he murmured, resting his chin on your head. “Okay, it’s fine. You can talk to them, alright? Just please, stop crying…get ready by 2 pm, yes? And then we’ll go to the studio, and you can meet them. I’m sorry, (Y/N)-ah, for making you cry…”
You hiccupped, feeling real tears come your way because his sincerity was way too much for your heart to take. Sometimes, you wonder if this is all an act, but it’s impossible. You knew Jin’s actions when they were like this were genuine, since you’ve been together for so long already. You snuggled closer to him, feeling his warmth envelope you. Many siblings fight, and you two weren’t an exception, but whenever these kinds of times happened, you were more than happy to let them unfold.
“Yes, oppa.”
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“(Y/N)-ah, we’re here,” Jin said, catching your attention and making you turn away from the other buildings. The BigHit Entertainment building was big, but you weren’t focused on that. You were focused on today’s events, when you can finally meet BTS and talk to them. Your bias was Taehyung, much to Jin’s dismay, and you were going to talk to him first. “Remember, be nice to everyone.”
“Yes, Jin-oppa,” you replied, walking closely behind him. A lot of people greeted him, and of course, he greeted them back. A lot of people also looked at you with curious eyes, making you come even closer to your brother. “Psst, why do a lot of people stare here? Like, it’s creeping me out.”
“(Y/N)-ah,” he warned. “Don’t be like that. Anyway, we’re kinda close, and—look, we’re here,” he announced as he opened a door, leading the two of you into a studio with glass mirrors on the side. Your eyes widened, glinting with excitement as you scanned over the room. Yoongi was taking a light nap on a chair; Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook were laughing about something; and Namjoon and Hoseok were discussing something that seemed important. Everyone except Yoongi stopped what they were doing and turned to the two of you, looking confused. “Everyone, you should meet my younger sister. She’s the one I’ve been talking about.”
You bowed and greeted them, which they all returned happily. “O-okay, um, I was just tagging along to the practice. It’s been very nice to meet you all, uh…Jin-oppa also talks about you a lot back home, so I kinda know who you all are, anyway…”
“More like you fangirl over them,” Jin snorted at you quietly, making you shoot him a dirty look. “Okay, guys, when are we going to start?”
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“I think this calls for a break…” Namjoon said, and everyone got to the place where their water bottles were. Jimin’s bag, however was next to you, so he was supposed to go near you. You felt your cheeks get warmer when he approached, internally fangirling about this guy who was not-so-clueless about your attraction for him.
“Hi, (Y/N)-ah,” he said, surprising you. You squeaked out a greeting of your own, making him chuckle. “Don’t worry, I don’t bite…much,” he threw a wink at you, and you glanced at your brother, who was staring at the two of you with frown. Suddenly, you got this horrible idea because siblings always get horrible ideas to do to their other sibling. Sighing, you looked up to Jimin dreamily.
“Jimin-oppa…” you started, smiling at him. Now, it was Jimin’s turn to feel flustered, because you were actually pretty and he could see that. “Do you want food? I have food.”
“Actually, sure,” he smiled back at you, and as you were rummaging through your bag, you could feel Jin’s eyes on you, making you smirk. You got the food, some gimbap you made with your brother, and handed it to him. “Thank you, (Y/N)-ssi. Do you want to eat this with me?”
“Actually…” you started on a low voice. “I’m kind of in the mood for trouble right now,” Jimin’s face grew bright red when he heard those words, and you laughed at his reaction. “No, not that. I want to anger Jin-oppa because he’s so overprotective. Look at him. He’s fuming right now because I’m talking to you.”
“And what are you planning to do?” Jimin asked, looking at Jin for a second before turning to you again. “Gah, we can’t kiss. Hyung’ll have my head.”
“Can I feed you some gimbap?” you asked innocently. Jimin got a hang of what you were going to do, and he smirked, sitting down on the bench and handed the chopsticks and Tupperware to you. “Okay, okay, I’m probably going to die from this, but—say ‘ahh’.”
You picked up a gimbap with the pair of chopsticks and fed Jimin with it, only to have Jin screaming around. “(Y/N)-ah!” he started angrily, stomping towards you two. “What are you doing?! Don’t do that!”
You ended up laughing, closing the Tupperware quickly and gave the chopsticks to Jimin. “Run,” you whispered to him before laughing again and running away from your furious older brother, Jimin following close behind you.
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Forever
Summary: “Jimin fights with you because you are way too clumsy, and someone forces you to go to the doctor just to see what’s bothered you, and you end up with heart-stopping results.”
A/N: Dude, I did research for this but don’t ever think I’m accurate I’m going to take zoology not medicine :< also extremely sorry not sorry
Genre: Angst and some tragedededgededgedgedy
Word count: 3798
Warnings: Terminal Illness, Death, and some ALS crap. Please, read at your own risk.
“What the hell, (Y/N)!” Jimin raised his voice at you, causing you to whimper at the tone and volume of it. You already said you were sorry, but the anger didn’t sink into you. You were just there, blaming yourself for his broken picture frame of him and his family. The photo was undamaged, but the frame was something his mother gave to him before he left for Seoul, for Bangtan. And now, you broke it. “I trust you to not destroy it while examining it, and this is what happens?! God! Can’t you do anything right?”
“I’m sorry I’m so clumsy!” you cried out, trying to back away from him. “I’m sorry I’m so stupid! Fuck, I’m sorry for being here! I-I’ll just go…” you trailed off, getting your jacket, car keys, and phone before opening the door, leaving Jimin livid inside the apartment.
You ended up at your friend’s house, your tear-stricken face met with her confused one. “(Y/N)-ah? What…? Do you need some place to stay?”
“Yes, (Y/F/N),” you said, still slightly sobbing. “You know…Jimin…”
She shook her head and opened the door wide enough to admit you. “Come inside, (Y/N), it’s ridiculously cold outside. Get some sleep, yeah? We’ll be seeing the doctor tomorrow, because honestly, you’ve been so clumsy lately. You’ve been tripping on your own feet, and you’ve started to lose your grip. Please, (Y/N).”
You mumbled a small ‘okay’, and she sighed, closing the door.
You’ve taken tests before for your job, but this time, it was like so many things were happening all at once. The doctor for physical injuries had suggested you go to a neurologist, so you and your friend went. And now, they were running so much things on you, half of them you didn’t even know what for. Your friend could only look at you sadly from the room she was in with the doctor right now, separated from you with a glass wall. You ignored her and tried to focus on something else, but definitely not Jimin, too.
Once the scanning in your brain was done, you could see the doctor suck in some breath, as if he was fearing for the worst. Your friend looked like she was about to cry, too. “Miss (Y/N)…” the doctor started. “If I can analyze quickly correctly, I had seen some patterns in your brain that can be mistaken for ALS…but we’re not sure unless we do some proper analysis. You can come back after a week.”
“Thank you, doctor,” your friend said, and you nodded too. You were about to walk away when you lost balance because of—nothing—when your friend caught you in time. “(Y/N), please be more careful. I won’t be here every time, you know.”
“Y-yes, I know.”
Jimin tried calling you for the umpteenth time, only to hear your voicemail. He had shut his phone off in frustration and anger, shouting into his pillow. That was until he heard knocks on the door. “I’m not in the mood for this, hyung!” he angrily shouted, lifting his face slightly from the pillow that smelled of you.
“Jimin, let me in,” your soft voice greeted him, and in a flash, he was up, not bothering to freshen up. He bolted to the living room, opening the door and hugging you tightly. You laughed a little, although a little bit sad. “Yes, I know, I missed you too. I’m sorry for—“
“Shh, no, let’s not talk about that for now,” he said, kissing the top of your head lightly before resting his chin on it. “I’m sorry for shouting at you, I missed you. I love you, (Y/N), I was so scared that you would leave me. I was even more afraid when you didn’t answer my calls, my texts, anything. I thought we were done for good, or worse, I thought you were gone for good.”
“Jimin…” you started, a little uneasy. It was a while before he pulled away and closed the door, before leading you to the bedroom with him. “Jimin…jagi, wait, I have to talk to you about something,” you said to him as you sat on the door, looking down. You haven’t even gotten the chance to remove your shoes yet.
Jimin’s face paled. “Are you going to break up with me?! Oh God, please, no…” he sobbed again and pulled you closer to him, and you patted his back gently, trying to comfort him. You were about to cry, too, because this sight was incredibly heartbreaking, too. “I’ve given you enough reasons to hate me, but please, for the love of—fuck, jagi, I’m sorry. Please, no…I love you. I love you so much.”
“I love you, too, Jimin…” you said quietly. “I’m not going to break up with you, but please, listen to me…” you said gently, trying to make him look at you. Your heart broke even more at the sight of his face, which were covered in tears and his eyes were just red and puffy. “I-I went to the doctor today with my friend, and…do you know what ALS is? The doctor said that I had some kind of patterns in my brain that were kind of close to those with ALS. And…Jimin?”
His heart dropped to his stomach.
Yes, he had an inkling about ALS. He had an idea of what it was. And it terrified him.
“The results won’t be out until next week, and…jagi? Are you okay?” you asked him, trying to snap him out of his trance. You seemed to be failing, for some reason. “H-hey, Jimin, you’ve been quiet…”
Yes, yes he was quiet because there were so many things in his mind at the moment. But the doctor did say the results were going to be out next week, right? That means this announcement wasn’t official. This meant that there was a chance you didn’t have ALS. That means you would still live. “J-jagi…” he started in a shaky voice. “I’ll come with you when we get the results, yeah? I want to hear them myself, too…I promise that I’ll be here forever. Do you?’
You smiled at his innocence, the sincerity in his voice. “Yes, of course, Jimin. I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
The day of the results had arrived. Jimin had been dreading this day; he has been messing up lately because it’s been bothering him too much, way too much than he should. There was a feeling in his stomach that something was about to go horribly wrong. It was disturbing, really, because every time he tried to focus, your voice would always ring in his ears. The doctor’s words. He cut today’s schedule, explaining the situation to Namjoon privately. The older one gave a sense of understanding, though, and let him have the day off. They both had an idea of what ALS was, and they were both afraid of the thought that of all the people, you had it. Sure, you were clumsy before, but Jimin didn’t know that the extreme clumsiness you were showing these days were signs of fucking ALS.
“Jagi! We’re supposed to be going now!” you called out to him. He came out of the room in a dazed fit, but you didn’t pay any attention to it. “I’m so anxious, like, I’m excited, yet also dreaded! Anyway, I hope I turn out to be fine. I’m such a klutz since birth anyway, so what’s the big deal with me tripping over my foot?”
Jimin let out a sad laugh at your comment. His mind flashed to when you two had the fight, about you being so clumsy. He felt regret coursing through his body, and the numbing sorrow was back again, there to haunt him for days on end. It was scary. “Y-yeah, I know right? But just to be sure, let’s just go, yeah? Come on, jagi. Let’s go there now.”
The two of you arrived at the hospital, and Jimin’s senses were heightened because of the sickening smell of antiseptic and the color white. So many things were colored white, devoid of all color. It sickened him. “Yah! The room’s over here, jagi,” you said to him, and he almost didn’t catch your words. You were leading him, and he was just following, feeling more helpless than he should be.
Your turn came, and you got inside the room, your boyfriend nervous behind you. You gave him a warm smile before turning to the doctor. The doctor greeted you, but his face was something that told you and your boyfriend that something was wrong. Deeply wrong.
“Miss (Y/N), and…I assume you’re her boyfriend?” Jimin nodded. “Can you two…come here before I explain this to you? And the condition you have?”
This was it, Jimin thought. The frown on the doctor’s face is enough.
“You…” the doctor held out the scan results, leaving you confused until you saw the label at the bottom. “You seem to be diagnosed with amyotrophic lateral sclerosis, or something better known as ALS. I’m afraid there’s nothing we can do about this, as no cures have been found. But of course, there’s something that can help with some of the effects, but nothing to slow down the progression…” his voice trailed off, a hint of sadness in it. He’s dropped this news onto many people before, but never this young. “The ALS is described as the death of motor neurons that control voluntary muscles. Maybe that’s why you lose control over your hands, or feet. No logical cause has been found for any of the cases, actually, so we don’t know what caused yours. And…I don’t want to sugarcoat this situation…” he paused, letting you take everything in before he said the big news. “…it’s fatal, and for most cases, the patient dies within 2 to 4 years, but it really depends on the progression. Yours seems to be fast-paced. I’m so sorry, Miss (Y/N).”
“O-oh…” you said, your voice cracking. You could feel the tears well up in your eyes, and Jimin’s grip in your hands tightened. He was shaking, you noted. Of course, you were shaking as well. You were going to die, for fuck’s sake. You were allowed to be sad. “I-I’m—thank you, doctor. I-I’m sure I-I’d make the best out of the t-time I have le-left…”
“Yes, of course, Miss (Y/N),” he nodded, and then turned to Jimin. “I’m sure you’ll take care of her. You seem like a very loving boyfriend. You may…take your leave now. You can contact me whenever you need information, so here’s my card.”
“Y-yes, doctor…” he said, and he stood up abruptly, taking the card, making you stand up as well. “Thank you. I—We’ll be on our way soon.”
“Of course. Good luck and good bye.”
“I…” you were speechless once you got home, your heart palpitating in your chest. “I’m going to go think in the bedroom, okay? Jimin…if you want to join me, knock yourself out,” and with that, you gave him a kiss and walked to the bedroom, closing the door gently when you got in. Jimin shook his head, the tears silently streaming down his face when he heard your sobs getting louder, but he knew you did your best to not wail or anything.
He knew that he needed to tell the members so that he could spend more time with you. He knew that he needed to cherish the time you had left, and he knew that he needed to pamper you, spoil you, anything, just so he can show you that he loves you. Yet, here he was. If it wasn’t for that fight, you wouldn’t have found out. Maybe if he didn’t call you stupid or predicted that you would get clumsier in the later life, none of this would’ve happened. But that was what he wished to be, anyway. He wished that if he really didn’t do any of those, he would’ve prevented this from happening. What a wish that wish is.
He sighed and gave up, going to the room to try and comfort you and himself. You needed some positive thoughts, too, so maybe you and your body won’t give up on yourself so easily. He trudged to the door and knocked before entering, and there you were, hugging the teddy bear he got from one of those tours, sobbing.
“Jagi,” he started, approaching you and sat next to you, stroking your hair gently. “I’ll be with you until the end, yes? I know you will still be here, right in my heart. It’s just 3 pm in the afternoon, so how about we cuddle? Are-are you ready to break the news…?”
“It hurts so much, Jimin…” you croaked out, and pressed your head harder against the soft toy. “I don’t…I don’t deserve this. Do I? Jimin, tell me, what did I do to deserve this?”
“I ask myself that every passing second, (Y/N), and though it might not be as painful as what you’re feeling right now, my heart is utterly broken.”
The first month was incredibly hard, having to tell everyone about the news. The boys were shocked, and immediately felt sorry for both of you. The manager finally knew about this secret relationship Jimin had been trying to keep, but understood the situation. He announced BTS was on hiatus due to some important matters, but not for long. He only allowed Jimin a two-week vacation per month, so at least they can practice. Your parents were worse, of course. Being in the States, they couldn’t visit you, but they promised to send you gifts. You three had talked a lot via video calls, so that they wouldn’t at least ignore you when you were about to disappear.
You were getting ready for the date Jimin had set up in one of the hidden cafes. It was incredibly cute, as you found it, but you didn’t really want him to risk getting caught with you. He shrugged it off, because hell, spending time with you was suddenly more important than his career. You were trying to put on your flats, but you kept on losing your grip. Finally, after the 3rd time, you got them on, and then you were ready to leave. Standing up, you opened the door to the sight of your boyfriend waiting for you, his adorable smile on his face.
“Jagi, you look beautiful. As usual,” both of you blushed at his comment. “But anyway, let’s go, shall we? I wouldn’t want to miss that special coffee they have only at 2 pm to 4 pm. It’s really good.”
The next two months were where the disease was affecting your daily life, in both bad and good ways. The good ways were where the boys and your friends visited you when you couldn’t get out due to the numbness in your legs, but the bad ones were there were days that you literally couldn’t feel your legs. Sometimes, you’d fumble around your clothes and sometimes in the shower, letting you have a hard time living.
“Yah, jagi,” Jimin called out, peeping at you, his head sticking out from the doorframe. You giggled a little, looking up from your book. “Do you want to go on a date with me? Like, impromptu? I promise it will just be in the park!”
“Sure, jagi. I’m getting kinda bored staying at home all time, anyway. This stupid…anyway, let’s go!”
The fifth month was when your slurring while speaking was becoming more obvious. You couldn’t handle holding objects most of the time, and needed help when going anywhere. You were whining about bringing you to the hospital, because you felt as if you were burdening Jimin, but then he’d just kiss your forehead and tell you it’s alright.
Your friend sometimes came, too, to take care of you. She and Jimin helped each other out in this task, and your friend would be the one to bathe you, help you go to the bathroom, and other things. But when things got too bad, you would sometime feel so numb that you can’t move your body at all. Sometimes, you couldn’t open your mouth, or even speak. You couldn’t tell people what you wanted, and Jimin was worried about it.
Your disease was awfully fast-paced, seeing your body like this. And each day, he needed himself to become stronger, because you can’t be both weak at the same time. He needed to be your rock, he told himself. He promised that he would never leave your side. And you promised to never leave his side. The two of you both believed in each other, never losing trust. He kept on spoiling you with gifts he had bought when he went grocery-shopping, and the members were always there for you when it was Jimin’s time to work. There was always someone by your side, the house never feeling empty.
The tenth month was the saddest month yet.
It was the month when you had to be hospitalized because you couldn’t breathe on your own anymore. You were having difficulty with everything, and Jimin was having difficulty not crying every minute. He was incredibly numb, because this was the doctor said about the dangerous stage. The time when you couldn’t breathe on your own.
You looked absolutely miserable, your hair lost its luster and you were so thin, so frail, and to top it off, your lungs didn’t work. But you looked perfect to him, nonetheless, and he knew he could never stop loving you. But when he watched them hook you onto different machines, he realized that you weren’t going to get better. It was the time when he always showered you in kisses, and you always tried your best to smile, or to kiss him back. But on some days, you were just sleeping, because you couldn’t do anything else. You were having a hard time doing anything else, anyway.
By this stage, Jimin refused to leave the room for his work, forcing the company to reveal you to the public. The fans, and the media, were incredibly supportive and they were always sending you gifts. They weren’t monstrous enough to be negative about you, someone who was barely living. They were always trying to cheer Jimin up.
“It’s just the medication talking, Jimin.”
His mind traces the memories back to when you were diagnosed with this, which was ten months ago. It was ten months ago that you had your last major fight, and he wasn’t planning on having any more fights, whether minor or major, with you. You were going to be fine, he told himself. It’s just the medication talking.
He remembered the time when you two fought, and when you had stormed out. He remembered feeling regret that night, and up to now, he still does. If he knew you have ALS, he wouldn’t have shouted at you for being so clumsy. After all, it was because of an illness. It wasn’t your fault. And that’s what he regretted the most. Maybe up to now, you think it’s your fault that the frame was broken. Maybe up to now, you thought you were so stupid, just because of losing your grip on the rectangular object. Maybe up to now, you were blaming yourself when in reality it was no one’s fault. But Jimin knew it was his fault that maybe you thought all of those horrible things about yourself.
It was his fault he couldn’t comfort you now.
He was spending Christmas with the boys, but they stayed in the hospital. The nurses urged him to go home for the holidays, but he refused. He was not going to leave your side, but here he was, eating with the guys in an empty waiting are in a hospital, during Christmas. You were left alone with a nurse, of course, since he wouldn’t allow himself to leave you absolutely alone. But then, the guys nagged him to go out, even just in the waiting area, so he did.
“Hyung, how’s she?”
Jungkook, ah, the innocent one. But it seemed that he grew up now, Jimin took note of. The older one shook his head. “She…(Y/N)’s not getting any better, we all know that…” his voice trailed off, his gaze suddenly turning to your room. You were in there, sleeping peacefully, with a tube connected to whatever body part it was just so you had nutrients. He turned back to the members. “The doctors don’t know how much time she’s got left. Let’s all make the best of it, yeah?”
“Hyung…”
“Jimin-ah, you really should.”
By the fourteenth month, you lost your cognitive ability. You had mild dementia, apparently, and you couldn’t really remember anyone, or anything, anymore.
Jimin’s heart was not so broken. Maybe it will be, when you finally pass away. Your brain was affected by ALS now, and so, this was happening. He had a hard time accepting it; not being able to kiss you was torture. Not being able to see you smile at his was painful. He was hurting, everyone knew that, but to what extent? He didn’t even know himself anymore. But still, he never left your side.
He made a promise he wouldn’t, and you made a promise that you would still be there by him, forever and ever, until the end of time. So, he stayed. He did believe you, after all. He trusted you.
By the sixteenth month.
He finally slept for more than two hours.
And God decided that it was time for you to leave.
“(Y/N) was a great friend, lover, daughter, and sister, to everyone…” the pastor droned on and on during your funeral, and Jimin wanted nothing more than to make him shut up. He wanted you to be with him at the moment, joking with him about the decorations (“’Oh, God, are those roses?’”) and he didn’t want to be attending your funeral. No, this wasn’t supposed to happen at all.
You two were supposed to get married, and grow old together, have children, have a house, everything. He was already numb inside, and he ran out of tears to shed. Maybe, just maybe, if he woke up an hour before your death, he could’ve stopped your death. And oh, how he wished that he did. He wanted to be with you again, even if it was just for the last time. He didn’t even get to say goodbye before you left, a single ‘I love you’, nothing. You just left quietly, him unknowing.
He knew he had to go home to an empty apartment later that night.
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All these kpop comebacks and debuts have me like
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JEONGHAN
mingyu thought he won over jeonghan by stealing the chair quickly from him, but jeonghan, the clever man that he is, ended up getting his own chair anyways.
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happy birthday to the best leader we could ever ask for ♡ #HappyNamjoonDay
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y’all need this


So a pretty bae has sent me this and asked me is it fine or not for me to post this so lots of A.R.M.Y would see this, and i said YES OF COURSE
Anyway that’s not the point of this post. We’re not trying to pointing out your mistake, I, as an A.R.M.Y too, of course has done some of those bad points stated, and we’re pretty sure that some of you has done it as well, but it’s fine as long as you’re aware now and not doing it anymore.
The problem is, there are still lots of people out there that consciously doing and saying some of those annoying things and words.
We don’t need to pointing out again what things that we shouldn’t do. Please, please do read all of those carefully and if you’re still doing it and don’t know that it’s actually irritating, please stop it now. as you already know that it’s hurting, not just for the idol, but for the other fans as well.
And it would be lovely if you willing to share this as well by reposting or simply take the picture and share it to another social media. remember guys it will HELP A LOT.
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