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chapter two » fear of color | taekook

Summary: On your body, there is a mark of discoloring. In this society, everyone is destined to be with someone, but if they touch the mark of discoloring and it doesn’t turn to normal, that person isn’t your soulmate. Genre: Angst, Fluff & Series Pairing: BTS Taehyung & Jungkook Updates: Sunday or Saturday each week

—jungkook As I walk to school, flowers were blooming, people would be happy but that just means more allergies for me. I scratched my neck at the thought of all the flower petals around me. Anyways, I stand in front of my school and I take a deep breath. It’s my first day, you’ll make some friends here, I told myself. 

Just— don’t screw up. I take a step into the campus but flashes of last week appeared to my mind.

“Jungkook!” A scream was heard, “How-how could you do this?” My heart pounds faster after I’ve taken account of what I’ve done.

Glaring eyes pierced my skin and my eyes widen at my hands. They all wore a face of disgust at me and I cry just like a coward.

What have I done?

More flashes enter my brain and I feel my eyes rolling back.

I stepped into the office, the principal’s office. As I entered, the principal screamed at me and my mother. 

“Your son is a disgrace and has brought shame to our school.” 

After those words were said, my mother bought herself down to her knees and I had to watch her beg for forgiveness. She looked like... like a fool. Guilt built up in my stomach causing the want to punch that fucking principal in the face. My mom looked pitiful and I hated every bit of it.

Because it was my fault that my mother had to go through this. 

“Please, forgive him. We will leave your school like you demand, but please,” she cries, “forgive him.” She bows her head.

“Okay.” My mother looks up with a gleam of hope in her eyes, “But, first... Jungkook, I’d like for you to apologize.” 

“I’m sorry. I know I messed up real bad and I feel... grateful that you’ve hidden this from the police, parents and such.” I look down, this is really all my fault.

“Leave this school at once.” She scolds me. My mother and I left the room with gloom.

I’m so sorry, mom. I looked up to her and all I saw was a glance of disappointment.

Interrupting my thoughts, someone bumps into me. Catching me off guard, a student was on my legs.

“I’m so sorry.” The boy apologizes to me, picking up all of the books on the floor. 

“It’s okay.” As I stand up, I look at him and his eyes seemed to be glowing, “Um, what grade are you in?”

“11th, how about you?” He glances at me.

“Same, I’m sort of... new.” I introduced myself, “I’m Jungkook.” I gestured a handshake. He cutely adjusts his glasses before shaking my hand.

“I’m Taehyung,” he smiles at me, “if you don’t mind, can I look at your schedule?”

“Yes, you...” I go off on a tangent as I grab my phone, “can!”

He looks at my schedule and releases a spark of excitement in his eyes, “Oh, you have the same schedule as me. If you want, you can walk with me to classes.” He offers as we start walking into school. That would be pretty nice, I’d look less of a stupid dork and, I could have a new friend. I bit my lip in a result of all my nerves.

“Sure, why not?” I tried to relax but in all honesty, I was about to shit my pants. This boy who just came up to me was so nice to me and I hope that doesn’t change. He, he would treat me so much differently if he knew.

“Great, let’s go~” He laughed as he walked us both to homeroom.

—taehyung

“So, Jungkook.” I tried to catch his attention, “Why did you come here, in Florida?” He didn’t answer, so it was pretty silent and tense. I watch him as all of his muscles stiffen and his breath cut short. 

“Maybe, I shouldn’t have as—”

“No! I mean,” He cleared his throat, “I’m from New York and um, my mother and my father came because of work reasons.”

“Ah, I see.” I guess he not very comfortable talking about that, “So, what do you like?” I try to lighten up the mood.

He looks at me and then laughs, “Really?” He tries to cover his laughs.

“What?” I look at him in confusion.

“That was the most basic white girl question I’ve ever heard.” He explodes into laughter. I bite my laughs but I give in, knowing I couldn’t keep my laughter in.

I looked over to where homeroom was, “Let’s go?”

“Yea, let’s go.” We both run to homeroom with Jungkook as the victor, sadly.

“Taehyung,” Jungkook calls me.

“What’s up?”

“Can we choose our seats?” He stands in front of the class.

“Um,” I look for the teacher but Mr. Kim seems to be gone, “I’m not sure but you can sit next to me for now.”

Eventually, Mr. Kim did come and luckily, we weren’t separated. 

“Taehyung, would you mind refreshing Jungkook on what your class has been doing?” Mr. Kim asks, marking us as present.

“Yes, sure.” I pull out all of my textbooks as I try to be concise in all of my notings in class.

After fifteen minutes of refreshing, the bell rings and it’s time for math.

“You understand, right?” I ask him, I really do hope he understands.

He smiles bashfully, “Yes, I do understand. Thanks so much! I really needed that review.” We both put away our books and start going to Math.

“Math, ugh!” Jungkook complains.

“I see you don’t like math...” I smiled teasingly, “Good luck.”

“Well,” He fails to smile, “thanks.”

“Welcome to Math, Jeon,” Mr. Min, Yoongi’s father welcomes him in.

“Good morning, Teacher.” He sulkily weeps into class.

Mr. Min looks at me weirdly as I just repeatedly nodded no and shrug. At this moment, everyone was in their seats. We rush into our seats as Jungkook takes the last one.

“Today...” I look over to Jungkook and I see how concentrated he was. His eyes were laser focus on how Mr. Min pointed to some random numbers.

His hands frantically moved down his paper as our teacher kept lecturing us.

And then, his face twisted making me laugh.

“Mr. Kim, do you have something funny to share with the class?”

Temporary putting off my laughs, I replied, “No, sir.”

After he looks back, “What the fuck?!” Jungkook laughs quietly at me.

The whole class we kept joking around and every single other time, Mr. Min kept shoot glares at me.

After our two periods of math, we went down to the cafeteria. It was time for Jungkook to meet the rest of my friends and hopefully, they’ll get along.

END of Chapter Two

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chapter one » fear of color | taekook

Summary: On your body, there is a mark of discoloring. In this society, everyone is destined to be with someone, but if they touch the mark of discoloring and it doesn’t turn to normal, that person isn’t your soulmate. Genre: Angst, Fluff & Series Pairing: BTS Taehyung & Jungkook Updates: Sunday or Saturday each week

—taehyung

“It’s been a year, Taehyung!” She glances at the porcelain cup next to me and as she thrusts it to the ground, she lets out an ear piercing scream, “A fucking year!”

I look down, trying to avoid her glare. This has gotten way out of hand, my girlfriend has gone crazy.

Mustering all my courage, I look up to her in tears, “Why won’t you let me see your mark? Why... why won’t you let me try to touch it?” She turns her back to me. 

I should feel remorse and pain but weirdly, I don’t. This relationship has gone toxic. With each whimper I hear from her, I don’t feel sad. When I look at her, my pulse doesn’t quicken like before. 

I really can’t do this anymore, “I’m sorry, but I don’t feel the same way anymore. I can’t let you touch my mark because... it won’t give you the answer you want.” I take a deep breath, "We’re not soulmates. I’m sorry, but I don’t love you anymore.”

She turns back to me and her eyes are bloodshot, “What?” Her voice is sore from the previous screaming, “You have the... fucking nerve to say you don’t love me anymore. After everything we’ve been through?” My heartbeat quickens as I watch kneel down before me, crying and sobbing.

“I—I don’t know what else to say but sorry.” I sighed, I did feel bad but... I just didn’t love her anymore.

“Just go.” She dismisses me, sniffling.

“But—” I couldn’t just leave her here, all alone in the dark.

“Go, Taehyung.” She looked up from her hands from sobbing, “I’m not mad at you but, I just need some time.”

I sighed as I grabbed my coat from the hanger. Walking out to the porch, I could still hear her crying. I do love her, but just not in that way anymore.

As the stars grew, I walked home. The more I walked, the freer I felt. My guilt didn’t eat me anymore and I was kind of getting used to girls crying year after year of dating me. 

I liked most of them but in the middle of the relationship, the spark just disappeared. I don’t know why but none of them remain to appeal me.

I just want to have that special one, you know?

I hate how this keeps happening to me, how every girl just doesn’t feel like the one anymore, solely a friend.

I watch the lights glow around my house as I approach it.

I look at my mother on the shelf, “Hello, mom. I hope you’re doing well up there.” I take a deep breath, “Dad’s doing well. So, don’t worry about us too much.” I produce a weak laugh.

Don’t worry, baby. Tomorrow’s a new day. I hear my mother speak in my thoughts as I go up to bed.

End of Chapter One

A/N— 

It’s really short but, um... I don’t know. I just really wanted to rewrite this, I didn’t like how I formatted it.

I hope this is more... appealing?

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yoongi x jimin au» arcade

this alternate universe is weird on so many levels?

yoongi and jimin are in a relationship

their friends ask them, how did they meet and shiz.

basically, yoongi was playing guitar hero at like dave and busters

jimin wants to play so, he challenges yoongi 

cuz why not?

yoongi and jimin play

by surprise, yoongi is beaten by jimin 

yoongi and jimin banter and shit

causing them to be so arrogant and pesky toward each other

yoongi and jimin become closer and have a connection

and um... yeah that’s basically it 

THIS IS MADDDDD WEIRD DOE :l

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hoseok x reader » dancing

Summary: Hoseok and you are practicing for a dance competition in school, but you trip over something causing you to be unable to dance. Genre: Fluff & Imagine Pairing: BTS Hoseok and Reader

Hoseok runs over to the speaker, “You ready to go over this?”

I nodded, wiping the light sweat on my forehead. He starts the music and I start the first move. looking in the mirror, he smiles brightly and I return the same. 

Hearing a metallic noise, I start thinking that someone’s in the room. I hate dancing in front of people, Hoseok is the only one I’m comfortable with. But then my eyes meet his eyes and my pulse starts to slow down.

Looking over at him, I notice how his hair sticks to his forehead and how tired he is. Yet, his eyes seemed to be so focused on this routine. 

As I bring my legs up for the jump at the end, I eye a metal bottle interrupting my landing. Before I could switch course, I land on the bottle causing my legs to go up into the air and for my butt to land on the hard floor. 

“Oh my god,” He rushes over to me, “Y/N, are you okay?” My butt bone ached with pain.

I hear laughing outside of our practice room and Hoseok catches on it. HIs eyes fill with anger and revenge. His jaw starts to clench as his hands start to form a fist.

“Those fucking bastards, I swear I’m going to kill them.” He grits his teeth as our eyes land on our rivals, Jimin and Jungkook.

Remembering my condition, he gives me an are you okay? look and timidly, I nod yes. 

I mean, I have to be okay... right? My right leg tries to cooperate with my two hands, but they fail to get me up.

Hoseok places his hands on my arms, preventing from trying to get up. “Stop it, Y/N. You are not okay.” He lands his arm on my back and his other arm under my legs.

“Hoseok,” I blush as I notice he’s carrying me in bridal position, “why are you carrying me like this?”

“Well, um—” he looks away, “because you can’t walk.” a tint of red filled his cheeks, he starts to walk to the nurse’s office.

“Oh,” I look down, I’m kind of dissa—

“I mean,” He rushes, “because I care about you.” My heart was pounding and I stuff my face into his chest, avoiding his smirks and his laughs.

Tears start to mark my face and his chest, “I’m sorry.”

“No, don’t cry,” he pets my hair, “why are you sorry?”

“Because, now, you can’t do the competition. I know how much you wanted to do it and I know you still wanna do it so, “ I sniffle, “you can do it with Taehyung or some—” My lips were applied with his as he interrupts my rambling. His lips were so soft and felt like a perfect fit against mine.

He parts the kiss and stared into my eyes, “I can’t do it without you, you know that.” He said softly.

My heart flutters a million different ways, “Aw, you little softie.” I punch him playfully resulting in a bunch of laughter.

"Hey! You still need to get me to the nurse... My butt hurts.” I pout.

“Next stop, nurse’s office,” he smirks, “Princess.”

END of Imagine

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MEEEEEEEEEEEE oh ma god

If this ain’t me then I don’t know what it is..

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they are so beautiful, i swear! i’m fucking dying in tears

I really needed this

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Oh my goodness lmaooo

Jin: *posts video of him cutting his hair*

BTS’ Stylist: *to Jin’s bathroom*