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[btsworldz]

MY MIND, AND ME (Part 2) - Yandere! Jungkook x Reader

yandere! psych ward jungkook x reader, yandere! patient jungkook x reader.

synopsis: when jungkook is lost in his head most of the time, but his demon won’t come out whenever you are around and he never felt more present than before.

yandere jungkook, unhinged jungkook, child abuse, bullying, jungkook is madly in love, jungkook is lonely af, jungkook cray cray but he loves you a lot tho.

Little Jungkook was playing outside on his garden, and caressing his black pony's mane. "D-Do you think she likes me, Tae-Tae?"

The black pony answered with a huff, making him giggle a little. Even the pony agreed. Thinking about you, his only friend, besides Tae-Tae was the pinnacle of Jungkook's day. The cherry on top of his lifetime of 7 years living on this earth. The cloud that painted his sky blue, or sometimes white because it shined brightly enough that he needed to close his eyes to feel his feelings.

You, after all, are associated with every good thoughts he ever had and could remember.

Before you appear in his life, he didn't know that happiness could be a feeling he felt. All this time he only felt emptiness, maybe.

At his small age of seven, he didn't know how to describe his feelings but he does know that you are the things he think about all the time. Whenever he eats, he would wonder what would you like to eat? and it would suddenly be his favorite also. Jungkook didn't like pineapples, but if you were to like it, he would force himself to favor it too.

Whenever he looked at his garden, he would think what kind of plant you would like? and was it a cactus like his favorite? and if you despise a cactus, Jungkook felt like he wouldn't be too sad to get rid of his cactus plant even when he knew his dad hired scientists to make his cactus live longer in this town's climate.

And if you love them, he would imagine a castle with cactuses all over the place with you sitting on the throne. Maybe even the door handle was cactus, and Jungkook would prick his finger touching it every time he wanted to go home to you. He giggled at the thought. He wouldn't mind a little hurting.

"I-It would only be a little prick Tae-Tae! but I would have a home with her." Jungkook bashfully whispered to his horse, as if he was sharing a secret with a best friend.

Jungkook felt like Tae-Tae was agreeing with him when he neighed in respond, he giggled at the thought.

Tae-Tae was gifted one day after he met you, what a coincidence. At first he didn't have a name to it, and kind of hated it, because like every other living thing on this earth he at first thought that this horse would die on him or ignore him.

Jungkook never thought of the possibility of this horse tolerating him, and even as far as to not run away when he approached. After a few days he decided to name him, a singer that you always mentioned was your favorite. Jungkook envied the name Taehyung, even though he wasn't allowed to look at the television he would already vision a much more handsome man than him by the way you talked about this Taehyung.

"Tae-Tae also love to sing, take picture, and he's so handsome Jungkook! I wish to meet him someday, I would love to tell how much I looveee-," you prolonged the word love, taking each take of Jungkook's breath away, suffocating him with a heavy feeling nestled on his chest. "love love love his singing and dancing!"

And Jungkook could finally breathe, you loved this Taehyung guy singing and dancing. It didn't mean you love him, like how you love Jungkook. Right?

This time it was Jungkook's turn to press his face on the fence. "You love me like you love this Taehyung?"

"Hmm, Tae-Tae is my idol, Kookie is my friend. So maybe no?" You had a thoughtful look on your face.

Jungkook nodded his head, he didn't question it more. He had this horrible feeling on his chest, every second before you said no.

He went home after that day and decided that Tae-Tae would be the name of his pony. Since it was the same like Tae-Tae the singer. Jungkook felt like he tolerated them to be in his life.

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It was the day that little Jungkook felt like giving up, on his seventh birthday and at a lunch break. He decided to think about a lot of things.

He got bullied in school, and at home he got beaten up by his mom. At first Jungkook cried a lot, but at times he turned cold. Like his father.

The way his father was looking at him, sometimes Jungkook looked at the world like that. Cold, calculated, and unreadable. But his mom.

His mom had never act like his friend's description of a mother. His mom always cried, screamed, and beat him whenever she had the chance to do so. But often times, his father took his place. Standing in front of him.

His big frames always on their knees, taking the hit or holding his mom's raging hands. But it was always sounds of begging her to stop, never the emotion shown on his father's face. Jungkook was too busy crying, maybe. Or running away.

Back again to the cold and poised look. His father seemed so big and powerful when he met Jungkook's eyes, but seemed to be as powerless as him whenever his father met his mom's eyes.

Jungkook learned to fear the both of them for a different reason. He learned not to talk in front of a man, and to stutter in front of a woman.

So, imagined his surprise when a blue butterfly landed on his hands. He sighed and swat it away like a fly.

"Hey! that's not nice."

Jungkook looked to the sound and he was found with more surprise. A girl, looking at him with a disappointed look. He fixed his glasses.

"I-I-I'm sorry."

He was preparing to run away. But before he could, something unimaginable happened.

The girl smiled at him, so big. It was like his heart skipped one beat, and the world— maybe only his stopped. "Look! the butterfly landed on you again. It must like you!" She whispered shout.

And closed her mouth with both hands to hide her squeal.

Jungkook had his mouth wide open. Nobody ever smiled in his presence. He didn't know what to say, but oh does he stared. He can't stop his stare at you, as if his body hadn't had a cell functional enough to move away.

She giggled. And his eyes captured that emotion in slow motion.

"You're beautiful."

You stopped giggling. And Jungkook realized he had spoken his thoughts out loud. And like in any situation with his mother looking at him like a disappointment, he ran.

But with you it's different. He ran away before that look ever crossed your face. Part of him knew, he couldn't handle it from you.

Jungkook thought of seeing the girl from the other fence again tomorrow, and he already smiled mid run after just being sad.

You made his day, a girl with unknown name but welcomed in his heart.

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"Kook?"

You didn't know how long you have been sitting on his lap, while he caressed your hair. You were hoping that someone would opened the damn door and got you out of here. But it was your own damn fault, so you decided to take it like a champ.

"Hmm?" He smiled, giggling when you faced his stare. "Y-You're beautiful."

The way he was so bashful you almost think you looked like beyonce, but you knew it was probably far from that.

"Can you let me go?" You smiled, hoping that he would give in.

He started to slowly pout, and his eyes are teary. You looked at the signs, and out of panicked you touch his face. And he had that awed look almost immediately.

"I- I just want to, comb your hair too!"

Jungkook smiled, almost in awe. You knew you hit the spot, and mentally give yourself a high five.

"B-But you can do it from here, butterfly..."

Your heart rate started to drop. "B-B-But," now it was your turn to stutter, searching for another reason to get off his lap. "Your lap would get sore, I wouldn't want that."

"Y-You're so cute." He whispered in your ears, you immediately have goosebumps from holding out the cringe for so long.

"I wouldn't mind even if I can't feel my legs, as long as you are near."

You're ducked.

[btsworldz]

Hey! I was scrolling thru the tags I'm following and I saw ur acc. I also saw the anon's request for the 'keep reading' tag and I can help you out 🥰

(pic not mine; saw it on Google)

If you're writing on your laptop, you'll see the squiggly lines next to the green 'link' icon. Just click on it... that's it ☺️ it'll automatically add the 'keep reading' line. Hope this helps! 🫶🏻🫰🏻

alright i will try it, thank you for the tips 🙏❤️

[btsworldz]

Hey! I just wanted to say that you’re so talented at writing!!!! I really enjoyed your yandere jungkook and hope to see a part two if you are interested in writing one! Definitely followed to see more of your work 🥰🥰🥰🥰

thank youu <3 i will def do a back story if i have the time

[btsworldz]

I like your fics. Could you please put "read more" seperator on your fics so mobile users don't have to scroll too much?🙏 it really helps a lot

i would love to do this, but i don't know how to and i can't seem to find it in the settings 🙏

[btsworldz]

MY MIND, AND ME - Jungkook x Reader

yandere! psych ward jungkook x reader, yandere! patient jungkook x reader

synopsis: when jungkook is lost in his head most of the time, but his demon won’t come out whenever you are around and he never felt more present than before.

yandere jungkook, unhinged jungkook, child abuse, bullying, jungkook is madly in love, jungkook is lonely af, jungkook cray cray but he loves you a lot tho.

His eyes are getting heavy after the syringe went through his arm, the liquid streaming his veins.

A smile apparent on his face, he just saw a biiiiggg flying friendly whale. He didn’t know for sure if the whale is really friendly, he hadn’t had the chance to talk to it but it’s face look like a friend.

“He’s on it again.”

“What is it this time?” a person sighed.

“A fucking whale apparently.”

He heard this before his world turned completely dark.

Jungkook was four years old. In his head he screamed no, but like a movie playing right by his own eyes. He didn’t have a say on how the story goes. Goes it was.

His mother entered the room, her eyes mirroring his as she got closer into her son’s face. “Shhh,” she only said. Her eyes intimidating.

He was crying in his head, wanting to get away, wanting to look away. But the body that he’s in didn’t listen. Never listened to him. Instead he cries, his cries sound like a baby. He was once a baby. His mother’s eyes turned demonic. He was pretty sure it was a demon controlling her.

“No, no, no. She’s going to get mad! What are you doing?!” Jungkook screamed in his own head. He can’t close his eyes either.

The body he’s in, continue crying when he was picked up by his mother. He can feel the small body now was turned upside down, his feet was dangling on his mother clutches. His world turned upside down. He can feel all of it, physically and mentally.

“STOP. CRYING!!! I SAID STOP IT!!!!”

He was now crying along with the body he’s in. No longer could pretend to be the strong Jungkook, he wailed like a baby. He was once a baby.

He wailed for a very long time, he was unsure of the time. But when he blinked, he felt a slight pinch on his face.

The light was the first thing hitting his eyes, before his blurry eyes gained focus. A smiling face entered his line of vision. A teeth, pearly white, and different eye lids, beautiful face, like a painting. “Wake up, Kook!”

“Taehyung!” He was happy to see his friend.

“Wipe those tears away, Kook. You’re crying like a baby just now.” His voice deeper than the ocean, Jungkook immediately wiped his tears. He looked at Taehyung, his one and only friend. His wings soared in the air, a blue pattern with two black dots on each side— butterfly wings.

His legs crossed on the air, as if he was sitting.

“Hi! Long time no see!” He flashed a smile again.

Jungkook chuckled, he crossed his legs on the bed with his hands in front of him. Sitting like a child in attendance. His eyes closed when he smiled, whenever Taehyung is around he can be at peace. His hyung keeps the bad guy away.

“I-I-I miss you, hyung. You h-h-have been away for a very long time. But I’ve been waiting.” Jungkook explained with a big smile. Before he added, “p-p-patiently.”

“Wooshhh, that’s a lie.” Taehyung chuckled. “I know you wailed like a baby whenever you think of me and I’m not around.”

Jungkook scratched the back of his head trying to come up with a lie, his eyes getting big as he can only uttered a single no. He can’t make up a lie that fast, in truth every time he remembered Taehyung he begin to search for him. Hysterically.

“Now don’t be like that again, alright?”

“A-A-Alright,” Jungkook just repeated what Taehyung said. “T-T-Thank you for visiting me again.”

“No need to thank me, I’m your friend. I want to visit you.”

Jungkook felt giddy hearing it, before he laughed. “You?! You w-w-want to be my friend?!” He laughed. He bounced back and forth in excitement, almost in a kneeling position now looking up at Taehyung who’s floating in the air above him. “You are b-b-beautiful. I-I-I want to be like you, hyung.”

“I am beautiful.” Taehyung had a smug smile on his perfect face. His face light up the moment he said it. Jungkook can feel the halo and just be blessed that he was able to witness it. “But no need to be like me, you be yourself kid.” Taehyung ruffled his hair.

“N-N-No… it’s no fun. I-I-I want to be you,” Jungkook said definitively.

Taehyung shook his head. “You haven’t learn, have you? Learn to love yourself. I am going to go again, behave kid.” He ruffled his hair again before his wings shook behind him in preparation to fly. Jungkook jumped to hold his hand.

“C-Can you not go, hyung?”

“I have to, Kook. Sorry. It’s duty. I’ll be back. Or maybe not. Who knows, you might not want me back again.” Taehyung teased.

“N-No! I will wait.”

“Patiently?” Taehyung raised his eyebrow.

“P-Patiently.” Jungkook nodded his head.

Taehyung chuckled. He left a kiss on top of Jungkook’s head and gave him one pat in the back before he fly away through the ceiling, leaving glittery dusts all around the room.

And just like Taehyung, gone from his sights, Jungkook was also gone. Pure sadness entering his body as he can only wailed his friend’s name repeatedly, before two nurses begin to enter his room.

Both of them quickly strapped his hands on the bed.

“It’s that celebrity again. I feel so sorry for him that he ended up in Jungkook’s imagination.” The other nurse chuckled.

“I don’t know, but clearly he’s not getting better. Luckily he’s rich enough to stay here. I heard his father was a congressman or something.”

Jungkook could heard all of it. All of the conversations, as he wailed. People handling him with force, he can feel it. But never really acknowledged he was there. Sometimes he wondered to himself, is he invisible?

You take a small step towards the reception desk. “I’m Y/n. L/n.” Hesitation dawned on you, before you let go of your mask for the nurse behind the desk to see. Her eyes widened a bit, before she masked it with her best poker face. “Oh, let me check miss.”

The receptionist makes a call from the phone, she didn’t hesitate to mask her glance once in a while. You coughed, while slightly making sure the mask is tight on half of your face. The thing was you aren’t supposed to be here. You are a rising star, but your paranoid manager think you are abusing your sleeping pills and said that you might get addicted. So he wanted you to be in surveillance for two weeks by professional, before you prepare for your tour.

But the thing was, it was far from the truth. You wanted to cry explaining that to Jin, your manager. But his overthinking ass thought it was a manic episode, and now you ended up here.

“I’m actually not an addict… you know.” You whispered to the receptionist.

But she gave you a half stretched smile. “Of course, Miss.” Her face said, everyone say that.

You groaned in frustration. You decided to let yourself walk around the estate, to let some steam off of your head. It was a surprise to see that the estate was far from looking deranged, it has that warm feeling. The garden was beautiful, and it was peaceful. Maybe because it cost a shit ton of money to be here, but other than that it was at least not depressing in your opinion. But again, Jin was one hell of a researcher.

Before you can admire the garden more, somebody bumped into you. Hard.

You stumbled from the force, but catch yourself before you can fall. The boy or the man who bumped into you was on the ground, he landed on his behind and you cringed at the thought of how hurt he must have been. You reached out your hand to him.

“You okay there bud?”

A pair of teary eyes looking back at you from below. He was quite handsome, but you didn’t know for sure if he was around your age or not. He appears boyish and he had a childlike aura around him. “Butterfly…,” he muttered, as if in awe.

You wanted to retract your hand before things get more awkward, he didn’t look away from you. You didn’t know if he was secretly judging you for being here. Before you can pull your hand away, he grabbed it in his hand.

“I’m Jungkook, you are butterfly right? I always look for you.” He smiled, and damn he was handsome. Sad that he ended up here, what was his story. But to be fair, you were also here too. You nodded to yourself as if silently agreeing with your own argument.

“Hi, I’m Y/n. Nice to meet you, Jungkook.”

“No, no, no. You are butterfly. I have waited for you. You know. You…”

You waited for him to continue his words, but he stopped himself. Instead, he had that amazed look that was focused on you, his smile was big showing sets of pearly white teeth. His eyes were shining, he looked like he should be anywhere but here.

“You…?” You prompt him to continue.

He didn’t continue, and maybe you spoke too soon. Because, he looked like he wanted to cry.

“Please don’t leave me again butterfly!” He get down on his knees and hugged your legs. Tightly. Crying from both of his eyes.

You gasped from shock and awkwardly laugh, trying to calm down the guy. “Hey, I’m sorry… my name is not butterfly. Sorry, dude.” You wanted to add let go of my leg, but that might be too harsh for the guy. And you take pity on him because he looks somewhat innocent.

Jungkook.

The name sounds familiar. But the face isn’t. You were pretty sure you have heard it somewhere.

“You are butterfly! Beautiful butterfly!” He screamed hysterically.

Damn… I know I’m beautiful, but not that beautiful.

“Haha, thanks!” You gave him a thumbs up and tried to wiggle your legs out of his clutch. But that was proven to be a bad idea, because he wailed more seeing you trying to get away from him and now he buried his face in your legs.

You screamed.

And as if there was someone setting everything in slow motion, you could see yourself falling to the ground trying to hold onto air as you hardened your butt preparing for the impact that was about to hit them. You lost your balance. And when you hit the ground, you could see the man named Jungkook was seconds away from jumping on you. Luckily there were two guys behind him holding him back. And you saw him get taken away to probably his room.

What a disaster.

You called Jin, and the second he picked up you almost cry. “Jin, please get me away from here.”

“No.” Jin ended the call.

Great.

“Jungkook, do you think the sky is big or are we just small?”

“B-Big. Sky.” Jungkook replied shyly. He fixed his big glasses sitting on his nose bridge.

The girl looked at him excitedly, she pressed her face to the gate. Her nose and her cheeks were pressed into the small gap. Jungkook winced, afraid that the action would hurt her.

“You think so too?! I love you!” The girl said with no mind.

Jungkook looked at her with big eyes. He was pretty sure his ears were right, she did say something that he never heard before. She loves him. He turned away, he clutched his chest. He didn’t know why it beats so fast.

“A-Are you sure?” Jungkook asked her about the I love you.

“Yeaah, of course!” The girl think that Jungkook asked if she was sure of the sky was really big.

“I-I…” Jungkook was at lost for words. He really thought that she was the most beautiful human he ever encountered from the moment that he knows him, but he never told her that before. Afraid that it would scared her away. No one was kind to him, so he wouldn’t want to lose the only person who have been kind to him and on top of that very beautiful to see.

“Me? What?” The girl said smiling.

Jungkook mirrored her smile shyly and muttered, "I love you too..."

Your hair is pretty

Your face is pretty

And even your toes are lovely

Baby, I love you! I love-love-love you!

Jungkook just listened to the way you sang, and he put his eye between the rails of the fence separating you both to look at your figure dancing your heart away. Jungkook was blessed with the sight, the way you looked so happy just singing he didn't know he ever looked at anyone this happy being around him.

His mom always had that frown around him, and a her hand was never empty with stuff to punish him. His dad is never home, but when he does, the coldest look and the same word always repeated to him "I'm disappointed, Jungkook."

Little Jungkook had no idea what love meant.

But he was sure to feel its presence when he saw you, Y/n, stopped singing and looked at him with your teeth showing and a look so tender he had wished that the fence was non existent. And when she said again, "I love you!"...

A small butterfly with blue wings landed on your nose. Jungkook looked in awe, while you were ready to sneeze. He didn't realize that his hand was reaching out to touch the butterfly in your nose. But before he could do that you sneezed, and a snot landed on his hand.

"Oops, I'm sorry Kook!"

Seeing his hand covered in your snot weirdly didn't make him disgusted. He looked at his hands confused on what to do, more when he noticed that you called him Kook. Something that most people hadn't a time to do. They don't even remember his name, let alone make a nickname.

He didn't want to retrieve his hand afraid that you would think he was disgusted at you, and you don't want to be his friend anymore.

So he let his hand stuck between the fence and still raised in the air.

"It's o-okay...," he only muttered.

"Let me wipe it." You suddenly said, and before Jungkook could react or say anything.

You take his hand in yours, and Jungkook almost cry at the gentle ways of you handling him. You wiped his hand with your skirt. "Sorry, I didn't bring my hand-ker-chef."

And when Jungkook almost closed his eyes from the softest touch he had experienced, he felt lightheaded from the way your fingers traced his palm. "Sorry, are you disgus-ting?"

Jungkook knew that the girl meant disgusted. But he dare not correct her, she spoke in such an endearing way. Jungkook didn't want to change it. He shook his head. "N-No!"

"Sorry!" You said again. Just when Jungkook wanted to retract his hand, you kissed the back of his hand. You remembered your dad always do that to you after he cared for your wound. You wanted to do that too.

But when you looked at Jungkook's red face and his mouth hanging wide. You were embarrassed to say anything more. So you just said "see you later!" and run away from him as possible.

Meanwhile, Jungkook stared at his hand. In a trance. He didn't want this moment to go away. He didn't want to go back to class knowing that nobody was waiting on him. He stared at his hand for a while.

Before he kissed his own hand where you kissed it, and feel him smiling to himself.

My butterfly.

Jungkook couldn't sleep, he bawled and keep screaming at the wall. Trashing the room. Why do they have to separate him and his butterfly. He was sure you were the most beautiful butterfly he has ever seen.

"Hyung!!!! Please help me-e!!!" Jungkook choked on his spit and snot.

Feeling helpless he laid on the ground, he lost his voice the longer he shouted and beg.

"Shhh... calm down Kook."

"Hyung!" Jungkook was up and quickly wiped his red eyes to make sure it was Taehyung.

"I see. You met her already? Congrats buddy!"

Jungkook could only smiled and giddy, finally someone get it. How rare you were. How beautiful and how lucky that he was able to meet you, his butterfly.

"I know-w hyung, thank you...," Jungkook said bashfully.

"If you want to meet her, you must act calm Kook. Your butterfly will fly away if you don't. And I know you don't want that, right buddy?"

Jungkook frowned and shook his head from side to side.

"Take some rest, and I hope you will meet her again. She is your butterfly after all."

Jungkook nodded, fully agreeing with what Taehyung told him.

You didn't know how you survived that crazy dude you met. But one thing you know for sure was that this place as not as boring as you originally thought. That guy looked familiar for some reason, and also the name Jungkook rang a bell. His face held potential for sure, but it was a long shot knowing he was crazy as hell.

You were bored to death. With no communication allowed after you handed all of your stuff and belongings, you were only left with a set of clothes mandatory to wear as a patient and books and pencil to write or draw.

You decided to write some lyrics, but the pencil was super fragile it keeps on breaking easily. Maybe it served a purpose, as to not make it a weapon to stab someone else or self to death. But it was annoying you.

You decided to search for someone to talk to and maybe gossiped about the dude that keeps on calling you Butterfly, Jungkook.

One thing about you was that you were a conversational person. So it was easy to get information out of someone new.

You came to know the guy at the reception who was working night shift alone, he looked friendly and might you say sleepy. You pretended to ask about the toilet and overall the essential places you need to get to like the kitchen, the dining room. And when you thought he was friendly enough you introduced yourself.

The guy name was Matt. He was funny and a joy in this bleak place. But maybe the sickness of working hasn't got to him yet, since this was his first job and his first week of working here.

"So what's up with the guy named Jungkook?"

"Well, he was an odd one for sure. Well, of course it wasn't good coming from me. Sorry." He coughed in embarrassment. "But, what I meant was people like him shouldn't be here, but what do I know I've never been that kind of rich."

"So he is rich?" You put your hand in your chin.

"Yes, his father was a congressman. The guy been here for years, can you imagine the amount of money spent on him?! It makes me think his parents must have love him a lot." He stopped to think, before he opened his mouth again to give his second opinion.

"Or maybe loathed him enough to spend that kind of money just to cast him away. I don't know. But the guy was definitely filthy rich."

"Oh wow..."

"Since he was schizophrenic he had this delusion, but it was a repeating symptoms. He always seen Kim Taehyung, the celebrity. Calling him his hyung or something."

You were taken aback. Kim Taehyung was your favorite artist since you were a child. You didn't expect that he had the same favorite artist as you.

"Well, can't blame the guy on that."

"He was such a small child when he was admitted here, I have seen his portfolio. You wouldn't know if he was really sick in the head, he looked like an innocent kid."

"Really? Can I see?" Your interest piqued.

The guy looked nervous as you asked that. It was definitely against the code of rules, and it was written all over his face as I'm not supposed to.

"Errr... I don't think-"

"Just the picture," you quickly cut him off before he could say a full no. "You can cover the rest of the documents, I wanted to see your description of innocent. Since I don't believe that he could be as innocent as you said." You hoped that your bait works.

"Well, you must see for yourself." He turned around to search for the book. "Only the picture." He said again, for you and for himself.

"Only the picture." You parroted.

"Tell me if this isn't a kid that screamed he wouldn't hurt a bug," he said as he presented the picture.

You gasped so loud. Even from the low light you recognized the supple cheeks and the bright eyes. The coconut hair in frame. No wonder he looked familiar, he was your friend from when you were a kid.

But you moved a lot as a kid, not really making a deep connection with anyone. So you wouldn't remember a lot of people from when you were a child. But this guy, Jungkook, you knew him for a short while. Because it was a unique experience to have a friend on the other side of the fence.

You looked at Matt who looked at you in wonder. You realized you had your mouth agape this whole time. "He really looked unexpectedly innocent." You reasoned.

"I know rightt?!"

He was Jungkook, your childhood friend. No wonder he recognized you.

You stalked down the hall, trying to act as normal as possible. Luckily for the two days you had spent here you managed to build yourself a good reputation, the nurses love you and they probably pity you since you got attacked by Jungkook the first day you were here.

Once you reached the door with the number 7 on it and a warning sign, you feel something stir on your chest. Maybe it was pity? or something else, but you did feel saddened by the way you reunited with your long lost friend.

You fished out the key that you got from Matt without him knowing. Luckily for you it clicked when you turn it onto the doorknob. You thanked your lucky stars, and your 2 years experience as a magic show host that made you have quick hand to snatch that damn key.

You didn't expect the room to be so... black. You heard someone faintly crying, but you couldn't see a thing. You risked it all by entering and trying to be as quiet as possible, you sneaked your way in and close the door. You didn't know what you're trying to find, but one thing for sure was that you are a one damn curious cat.

Of course the dumbest thing you did was to turn on the light when you felt something that similar to a switch in the wall, because you nearly screamed when Jungkook was right in front of you with a face so blank.

"Butterfly?"

You gasped and clutched your heart, before you smiled out of fear and nervousness. "H-Hi Jungkook."

Out of nowhere, he cried and smiled so big. The strange combination on his expressions made you feel like crying yourself.

"I, I can't believe.. Y-You want to see me? You want to see your Kook?!" He smiled so big, with hands that looked like ready to hug you, or maybe trapped you.

But you moved fast. "I- I want to see your room! Yes, that's it!"

"W-Why?" He asked. "S-Sorry, it's messy. I love you!" He closed his own lips, and giggled to himself.

You feel creeped out, but also reminded yourself that you're 100% responsible for this since you entered this room with the key you stole.

You decided to ignore his sentence and started to look around the room, startled with sooo many blue butterfly's drawings and all of them look realistic. But one stuck in the wall beside his bed, it was a face, stuck in between fences and a blue butterfly landing on top of her nose.

You froze.

You felt a hand slipped to yours, and you turned to look at Jungkook holding your hand and putting it in his cheek. "Did m-my drawing, do you like it?"

He was waiting on your answer with a teary eyes, as his hand clutched yours to his cheek more tightly as the seconds gone by.

"Y-Yes." Your voice cracked a bit.

He smiled so big. "I-I knew it. Taehyung hyung told me y-you'll like those, he was always right." He giggled.

You remembered now. Taehyung was always your favorite artist, and you always told Jungkook how you wanted Taehyung to be your husband when you grow up.

"J-Jungkook-"

"Kook! KOOK! YOU ALWAYS CALL ME KOOK!" He suddenly screamed, while shaking your shoulders. The bravery was gone, replaced with unadulterated fear the more he shook your shoulders.

"S-Sorry butterfly, I didn't m-mean, Kook is sorry." He cried again and hugged you this time, tightly. You were suffocating from the way he made sure that your front was literally glued to his, you can feel his heart and your own beats at the same pace. You out of fear, and him out of something you didn't want to find out if you were being honest.

"Kook didn't mean to scream...," he whispered. "I love you so much, my butterfly." He kissed your cheek and you wanted to cringe so bad but hold it back. You honestly fear for your life.

"K-Kook, w-what happened?"

"Kook is bad, and had to be in a hospital. Mom doesn't love me, she always hits me. Daddy doesn't care. You're the only one for me butterfly that's why I wait- wait for you. You w-wait for me right? Taehyung hyung said so."

His voice turned dark, and something about his eyes turning serious and dark. You took a step back, but can't from the way he lured you back to his chest. "I'm the only one for you. And now I have you. You can't fly away from me anymore."

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THE LOVER - Jimin x Reader

yandere! cupid jimin x reader

yandere jimin, jimin is a cupid, needy jimin, unhinged jimin, possessive jimin

Jimin was pacing back and forth in an anxious manner. He was grinding his nails in his teeth, before Taehyung put his hand down. “Stop,” he simply said to Jimin. Their eyes met, Taehyung’s eyes flashed concern while Jimin’s eyes flash anxiety.

“He didn’t look, calm yourself down. If Hoseok were to look at what you’ve done, he would’ve snitch the moment he turned his back on you. It has been a day and nothing happened to you.”

“Yet!” Jimin cried a little, his body rock back and forth. He didn’t want to be cast away, and be turned into some stupid human over some tiny mistake.

Taehyung put his hand behind Jimin’s shoulder to ground him. “Relax. If this makes you feel better, Yoongi is an angel friend of mine. Well, he once was an angel, before he made a grave mistake and cast down as a human.” Jimin looked at him horrified, which Taehyung immediately corrected himself.

“Which, you didn’t do. The entire angel race was gossiping about him, he was helping a human against God’s will. But when he got cast away, I heard from another angel that he spotted Yoongi on earth. And when they passed each other Yoongi didn’t seem to recognize him! So I guess the rumors are true, when you get cast away as a human you lost your memories.”

Jimin pondered over his words. His mind is empty. “That doesn’t make me feel any better. I hate being a human, much more when I didn’t know I was a superior race before I became a human.”

“Whoa, careful there with your wordings. Don’t want an angel to catch you being prideful.” Taehyung chuckled at his own pathetic joke.

Jimin didn’t know what to do. He was just only messing around, he was bored at his job and he felt like he did no harm. The job was still done and in his mind that was his only goal. It wasn’t his fault that the cupid’s job procedure was a boring process and not as effective as his ways.

It was yesterday night. When he saw his target. A young female, her name is Y/n, she likes this and this and that. Bla bla bla, Jimin closed the book before he could read the boring bits much longer. The man who was going to cross the street, Jeon Jungkook, was going to be her pair. Jimin grabbed his bow and arrow when he was about to strike it into Jeon Jungkook’s heart he put it down. A thought went into his head.

He looked around making sure there’s no other cupid or angel on sight. He grabbed his arrow by his own hand, and strike it to Jungkook's heart. His method was much faster, he had done it before.

The arrow creating a dent on his supple hand, he winced a little at the uncomfortable feeling but made up his mind when he was face to face with Jeon Jungkook. He pierced the arrow to his heart and the man physically stop. Jimin could see his pupils dilated as he looked at the other target, Y/n.

“Hey, can I talk to you for a second?” Jungkook said with a smile, stopping Y/n with his hand.

Jimin saw this and smiled to himself. I knew this would work. He thought to himself.

Usually, he must have strikes ten arrows first before it gets to the point where the man asked the woman for her time. And Jimin knew it would be double the amount when he read Jeon Jungkook’s description, as the man was described as being super shy.

In his moment of glory he didn’t notice a spying eyes. But then he caught glimpse of familiar eyes that belongs to none other than Jung Hoseok, the snitchiest of the snitch.

Jimin’s blood run cold for a second, but he quickly masked it with a smile and a gentle nod onto Hoseok’s direction. There's a possibility where Hoseok didn't know what he just did.

Hoseok smiled back awkwardly before he turned his back away.

Oh he definitely looked.

Fast forward to the now, where Jimin was anxious of being cast down from heaven.

Suddenly a big door appears in front of him and Taehyung. Gushes of wind hit their face. Jimin spiraled into a panic state. “No no no no no!”

Get in.

A voice so powerful entered their systems, that Jimin and Taehyung can’t help but be on their knees within seconds. Both of them have matching tears running down their face and both hands planted on to their thighs.

Park Jimin and Kim Taehyung. Get in.

They didn’t wait for any seconds more wasted, before their body automatically flying through the golden door. The scenery looked like a field of clouds with no ends. But far from their right, stood a figure that answered all of their answers. Jung Hoseok, looking at them with guilt.

“No no no.” Jimin whispered, knowing that he was screwed right at that moment.

Hoseok, speak.

Hoseok groggily speak. “God, I saw Jimin… h-he used his hand with the arrow. It’s against the rules!”

Jimin, is that true?

“No! I would never do that God! Please believe me!” Jimin was on his knees, his hand’s begging upwards, his cries constant as he lied through his teeth.

Taehyung. Is what he said true?

Now it was Taehyung’s turn to cry again. He didn’t know what to do now he was faced with God. He was all talk no action kind of guy. He mouthed sorry to Jimin.

“No, God. He lied to you.” Taehyung said throwing his best friend under the bus.

“You bitch.” Jimin sneered, before he could reach Taehyung and snatch his golden silky hair from his roots.

He felt an unimaginable pain in his chest, as he screamed with no voice coming out of his lips. It was too painful that he forgot his intention from seconds ago to make his friend bald. He looked down and there it is, an arrow. A golden big arrow that he had never seen before, deeply seated in his chest.

He felt the ground underneath him gone as he lost his balance, then he was pushed by a strong wind. He was falling to nobody knows where as he looked at Hoseok’s and Taehyung’s guilty face looking down at him.

You will now receive your punishment, Park Jimin.

Jimin woke up from his slumber feeling out of breath with his heart beating faster than usual. He woke up feeling startled, he assumed it was like that dream where you feel like you’re falling from the sky. That kind of feeling.

He looked at himself in the mirror and fixed his hair, before looking at the clock. 06.00 am.

He still got his time to prepare for work. He showered, prepare his breakfast, and most importantly his coffee. He glanced at the way the other door hasn’t opened yet.

“Jungkook, get up boy-”

To his surprise, Jungkook opened the door before he can knock more than a hundred times. And to top it all with a smile on his face. Last time Jimin check, the boy is depressed as hell and definitely not a morning person, hell, he’s not even a noon person. He’s barely even a person.

“You’re… different. A good different!” Jimin corrected himself quickly, afraid that his words would make the younger man went back to his default.

“I am! I think I’m in love, hyung.”

Jimin widened his eyes. Before he took a deep breath, "I hate to break it to you, but I'm not gay.”

“Ew. Hell no. With a girl!” Jungkook said, his face getting red.

"A girl?" Jimin almost choked. "You barely know anyone. Jungkook, congrats you're getting big boy." Jimin gave him a pat on the back and a side hug, but he noticed a certain expression on the younger man's face.

“Wait are you blushing? What is wrong with you?! Are you okaaaayyy?”

“I’m okay hyung.” The younger man chuckled, swatting Jimin’s palm from his forehead. “I met a girl yesterday, and I think… I fall in love at first sight. It’s weird, but she’s the sweetest thing ever. I’m usually not like this but I think I’m crazy for her.”

“Woah… slow down lover boy. Just yesterday I thought you are never-a-lover boy, and now look at you…. Is this girl an angel or something? What do you mean you’re crazy for her? Let’s start there. Not gonna lie, it’s so weird seeing you like this.”

“You see. We just met right, so I kinda don’t think it’s appropriate to ask anything more than her name. But I got her a coffee and talk to her, and when she was in a bathroom, I know this is wrong… but I can’t help it! I don’t know what’s wrong with me…”Jungkook paused to bite his lips.

“What did you do?”

Jungkook gulped from Jimin’s accusing tone.

“I… looked through her phone.” Jungkook saw the disappointment flashed Jimin’s eyes, so he quickly explained in a hurry. “To make sure that I don’t cross someone’s territory!”

“You could’ve just asked?!”

“You see… it’s kind of an instinct.”

“Well, the deed has been done. Let’s not do anything immoral again. You’re going on a second date with this girl I assumed?”

“Yes,” Jungkook said with no doubt at all. Jimin almost puked from the way he even sounded like he’s in love.

“Alright lover boy, good luck to you!”

Curiosity kills the cat.

That's what they always say. But Jimin ain't no cat, and he ain't one to stick around with a "let's just wait and see" attitude. So here he is, wearing black from his head to toe. His fanciest attire.

Since little Jungkook decided to take this love-at-first-sight-girl to the fanciest place on town.

He didn't think it through before he paid for an all course meal fine dining for two pax minimum, but now he kinda regretting his decision. Since poor Jungkook was waiting alone with the most sad eyes he had seen.

Jimin can't take it anymore, he got up from his seat and wanted to drag Jungkook home. But his shoulder bumped into something.

"Sorry."

"It's ok-”

His breath stuck on his throat, the girl that bumped onto him must be heaven sent. There's no way someone is this beautiful. He can feel all the blood pumping onto and from his heart. His brain short circuited looking at the girl.

"Y/n! you came! What- Hyungg?"

Oh Shit.

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MY LOVE, MINE ALL MINE (Part Four/Final Part) - Taehyung x Reader

yandere! idol taehyung x reader

delusional taehyung, taehyung x reader, idol taehyung, bts x reader, yandere taehyung, taehyung is in loooovee

Part 3 (Previous Part) - Part 4 / Final Part

Maybe it was the crunch of the snow underneath your sole, or was it your heart that thrummed against your chest as you were trying to catch the next breath. In other words you were amazed.

In other other word, Overwhelmed.

"Noo, why are you crying?" Taehyung chuckled as he tried to wipe the tears in your eyes, in which you removed his hand.

"You are blocking the view," you said while pouting, to which he laughed.

Your pout didn't stay long, as you can't help it but smile at the view. You didn't want to take your eyes off of the green hue decorating the sky above you.

The cold hugs you and welcomed you, and you were amazed by the fact that aurora produced a distinct sound.

Taehyung only smiled, admiring your face. You had that joy that shines through, he didn't think any aurora could match that look on your eyes but he was glad the aurora could produced that.

Taehyung felt his heart calmed from your presence, he didn't know how he can be so lucky.

Throughout his life, he didn't think anyone would make him feel understood. Well, until you came. You came into his life to prove how he wrong he was for ever thinking that. And maybe how his entire life he had been mistreated, was finally paid off by your existence in his life.

And as time goes, each day his admiration grows for you.

He was sure this joy he was experiencing, the palpitation of his heart that sang only one song. And that song was the song of love.

He was sure what he was experiencing was love.

Taehyung was in love with you.

Reality hits him under the sky full of auroras and stars, your eyes shining the most not even looking at him— but he was a slave for them.

His mind did a flashback on how recently he was listening to a heart break song, and how he find himself crying at the thought of you leaving him like the person that the song spoke about.

He thought he could possibly die if you ever did. Heck, he was dying inside just imagining that.

He shook his head to get rid of his own thoughts.

"You're happy?" Taehyung asked you, as you and him walked towards another place. More isolated and more beautiful, the tourist guide said and you hoped he was right.

"I am," you chuckled. "Thanks, Tae. I wouldn't be able to see this beautiful view, if you weren't my boss."

He was silent.

He bit his lips trying not to object to what you just said. He didn't want to just be your "boss", you have to see him as more than that. Taehyung needed you to see him as a partner, a life partner to be exact, a match made in heaven if you will.

"No, I am your man and I want to prove it to you right now.

Y/n,

My reality have shifted since I met you. And I don't think you have ever leave me since, not even in my own thoughts. I realized I have never lived before you, now that I have lived, I know for a fact that there will be no life for me without you in it.

I love you, with everything that I have.

Y/n, will you marry me?"

Just uttering these words in his mind, made his heart beats irregularly in his chest and his giddiness spikes. He gulped down his own saliva to calm the nerves. He didn't want to lose his chance. He needed you to be his, as much as he wanted to be yours.

Taehyung took quick steps that sounded crunchy under his soles, wanting to catch up with you. "Hey Y/n, I want to say some-"

Taehyung missed one step and was losing his ground as he falls unceremoniously. His first instinct was to put his hands on the front of his face to protect it.

"Taehyung!!!" You quickly but carefully went towards him, putting one of his hands around your shoulder to get him up. "Can you stand? Did anything hurt?"

He chuckled, you were ready to shoot him a glare and a little scolding. But you held your tongue as you focused on the red liquid, coloring his face right under his left eye.

"Taehyung, you're bleeding," you said, wanting to reach your hand to his face and observed the wound so he can get the best treatment.

But before you could, Taehyung quickly flinched and covered his face on the part where he was bleeding.

You realized his pupils are shaking and he begin to breathe irregularly. His eyes stared at you as if he just killed a neighbor's cat.

"I-I-I- Y/n don't look at me now. I'm not, I'm sorry. I truly am. I didn't mean to fall.. I-I-I."

"Are you okay, Tae? Can you remove your hand, I just want to check the wound."

You reached your hand to remove his, and you realized that he had an iron grip towards his face. You hissed knowing the grip would make his wound hurt more.

"I don't want you to see me like this!" He wailed almost like a kid starting a tantrum, you were taken aback but trying to calm yourself. Two panicking people can only do no good.

"What do you mean? Tae, please remove it so I can look at your wound," you said in a calm manner.

He froze and his eyes watered more, with the look of defeat he removed his hands slowly.

"Don't hate me." He murmured slowly, unable to look at your eyes as his hands were removed.

You didn't understand him. But at the moment you were only focusing on stopping the blood flow. You quickly pull up your clean handkerchief from your bag and slowly pat it on his face.

While you were looking at the wound. He gathered the courage to look at you. To really look at you. He didn't expected to meet such concern, beautiful he might add.

He was expecting disgust or contempt, a grimace here and there.

He didn't think he could love you more, but here you are proving him wrong again.

He was sure you would abandoned him when you see the wound. But Taehyung was not so sure anymore, he thought you might be his savior.

His mind took him back to his childhood, it was drilled in his mind to be perfect from his birth. His parents allowed him no flaws. He always lived with schedule, not a friend on sight. His father provided for his classes and his mother was in charge of his appearance. The goal was to make him a famous model, artist.

He took singing lessons, photography, musics, and other things. He had strict diets. He remembered his parents always go mad at scratches.

They were cold, but they were ruthless when it came to scratches. Taehyung remembered once he wasn't careful on one of his golf class. He stumbled and scratch himself.

He was scolded. His parents projecting their worries by telling him things like "no one would want to see you again", "let's get you fixed".

The immediate surgery on his wounds.

The disappointment on his father's and mother's face.

Taehyung remembered all that now.

But looking at you. Your expression felt foreign, but comforting. Like he actually did no wrong.

"Does it hurt?"

Your eyes showed concern, your voice is the only thing that he can hear. His sole being focused entirely in your presence. He felt his heart beats irregularly for another reason. It would beat right out of his chest.

You were so close to him.

"Please," he said breathlessly, closing his eyes. No longer can he bear this inexplicable feeling nested on his chest waiting to burst like fireworks.

"Please what?"

"Can I kiss you?" His voice irregular, as insecurity seeped in the more his sentence comes to an end.

He looked at your eyes as they opened wider. Your cheeks look red, his favorite shade. He smiled and put his forehead in yours. He chanted "please, please, please, please..." while closing his eyes waiting for you to grant his wish.

"Tae..."

"Please, I don't think I can breathe." He said in a whiny voice. "Please, Y/n... I love you. I love you most, I don't think I ever love someone else, compared to what I feel now, Y/n. So please, can I kiss you?"

Your breath hitched, the kind of voice that made his body shivers hearing it. It took everything in him not to close the distance, but he did move closer he could feel the heat from your irregular breathing or was it his. He loved it that he can't tell.

"Yes."

And that word was all it took for Taehyung to close the distance, no longer caring about his own wound. He felt healed.

He felt his heart complete. Like nothing in the world could bring him down, you want him to kiss you. He finally felt like he was deserving of you. His kiss with you felt surreal, it doesn't compare to anything he ever felt.

You have the most amazing lips, your cheeks were soft as he held it. His heart felt like it was bursting as he closed the distance to finally held you.

You broke the kiss first, Taehyung felt a little disappointed. But judging how you were breathing hard, he chuckled but satisfied at how you were probably can't kiss very long and needed air to breathe. But he was jealous with the air that you suck, when you didn't kiss him.

So Taehyung still a peck. "Love you, I love you, a lot. Thank you for loving me too." He chuckled, pecking you again.

You were red as a tomato, which Taehyung loved. But something came up to your mind, to tease him a little bit.

"I never say I love you though," you said in a teasing tone. You expected him to fake pout, but what you didn't expect is for him to go all serious and gripped your hand tighter.

"I- I know it can be a hard thing to love me, but... please," Taehyung said, suddenly on both of his knees. "Give me a chance, please. Y-You, I will try my best so you won't regret it. Won't regret me." He said putting his chin on your leg, while looking up.

Your mouth was agape. As you looked around, to find your tour guide had the same shocked look, God knows how long he was there.

"Taehyung, I was only kidding. Please get up."

Taehyung didn't get up immediately, still in his position. He had that blank look. "So does it mean you love me too or not?"

"I- I love you too." you said in a hurry.

"Yeay! I love you more Y/n." He kissed your hand. You were shy as you looked at him fixing his legs, thinking that he wanted to get up. But instead he was only on one knees now.

"So Y/n, will you marry me?"

THE END.

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would i eventually be enough for myself?

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today marks day 111 of the genocide in gaza.

and i need you all to keep in mind just how dire the situation in gaza is right now. and to keep talking about it. now is not the time to turn away.

today i want to talk about khalil again. yesterday, khalil posted about how his aunt passed away and they went to the graveyard to bury her, only to find thousands of tents in the cemetery. the people living as refugees in rafah have been so jam packed that they’ve started sheltering at the cemetery.

in a heartbreaking sentence, khalil says “they are living in the cemetery, waiting for their time to be buried”. can you imagine the situation one has to be in to say something like that?

not only do the gazans not have a safe place to live, they are also starving and suffering from diseases and lack of medication. in fact, that’s the cause of khalil’s aunt’s death—bad food and no medicine.

the people of gaza barely have food to eat. the children have to clean dirt and insects off animal feed before milling it to make food. medicine isn’t coming into the gaza strip. there are pharmacies all around but none can help because they do not have the means to. why?

because israel consistently denies shipments of vital aid. in fact, according to the UN, israel recently added insulin pens for children to the list of prohibited items that are not allowed into gaza. this list also includes other medicines for chronic illnesses are also not allowed [here is the full press conference for anyone who’s interested].

this claim is also backed by the report journalist motaz azaiza was making as he was evacuating gaza of a plethora of aid trucks waiting at the border to enter gaza. and for the little bit of aid that is available to gazans? yesterday the israeli military opened fire at starving citizens who were queueing to get aid in northern gaza.

there are too many heartbreaking stories coming out of gaza; there is at least one per person, in a population of 2.2M people. i urge you to not turn away from hearing their stories and facing the reality of the crimes being committed against them by israeli occupation forces.

whatever anyone else might say, whatever the verdict of tomorrow’s hearing may be… i want you to remember that what’s happening in gaza is nothing short of a genocide—a collective total of 33,360 deaths (incl people missing under rubble), and 64,150 injured. don’t let them just be numbers. these are people.

people who are not just being killed in cold blood, but are also being starved. they are being tortured physically and psychologically. they are being subjected to illnesses with no treatment given. they are being subjected to eating things like grass, immature food, expired food. read the euro med monitor report for the full picture of the destruction happening in gaza at the hands of the israeli occupation forces.

this is a genocide. this is one of, if not the deadliest of war crimes we’ve seen in the 21st century.

i am so heartbroken i barely have the energy to type today. please call for an end to all of this, for a permanent ceasefire. and subsequently an end to the israeli occupation.

we cannot leave the palestinians to fend for themselves and continue being oppressed directly or indirectly by their oppressors and colonisers. this occupation must end. palestine must be freed in its entirety.

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please especially send donations to help supply aid and food to gazans. especially to the organisations working within gaza. it’s not like there isn’t any food at all. gaza is not a barren land. the food is just inaccessible and very expensive and unaffordable for most gazans (if you follow journalist muhammad smiry, you’ll see he posts a lot about the atrocious prices of food in gaza). so your donations help people purchase food in bulk within gaza and supply to the civilians.