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what if the identity (sally) attached to sam keeps getting more powerful with each investigation sam and colby do? it keeps communicating more and more, i don’t know if it’s possible but can it feed off from other spirits they come across with? if not, it feeds off their energy🧐

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The season finale....hurt me...

Looking like this right now

RIGHT ASFGHKL IDK WHY SO MANY PPL ARE DISAPPOINTED?? i get it that there’s so many unanswered questions, but we still have another season coming !!

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elliot singing in the euphoria’s finale

people hate this scene because they don’t understand the depth of it and the emotional journey of both rue and elliot.

idc what anyone else says, that scene was such a beautiful moment between elliot and rue. the song being semi unfinished says a lot too. elliot & rue in a sense are unfinished.

i haven't cried to a scene like this in a long time, so simple but so fucking beautiful. since the first episode, i rooted for their friendship, since it was nice for rue to finally have a friend of her own.

“Little star Feels like you fell right on my head. You and my guitar I think you may be my only friend”

these lines literally broke me, because friendships are so damn important and it sucks, when they end. and it doesn’t excuse his actions with jules, but this song shows how important rue is to him.

this was so raw and beautiful. it gave such depth to to elliots character and was a perfect way to show how much more there is to him and his feelings towards rue. 

this song represent all the people who had to let go of someone they love because of how bad they were for each other, don’t worry just know you did it for the best and it will be worth it in the end

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i’m kind of stuck with my euphoria request, so please send me more requests !! hopefully those will push me through hehe

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teach me the language of the universe (elliot x reader)

reader x elliot // teaching how to play the guitar

request: Hi, I was wondering if you could make an Elliot x Reader where it’s the readers birthday and they spend it together and that somehow leads to Elliot teaching them how to play guitar 😻

warnings: drugs , alcohol use

a/n : i had a lot of problems with trying to write the teaching part, so it’s not the main focus, sorry !🌟

the house was full of people, no-one could see the dance floor, it's wall to wall people dancing to up-beat music.

you honestly just needed a few drinks to get you buzzed enough to get you through this god awful party. you were good at pretending to fit into the party scene, but there was nothing that you hated more than a bunch of drunk and loud assholes all jammed into one house.

ellio smirks, “having fun, princess?”

you look about ready to strangle him.

“hey!”, you two share a look before redirecting your attention on rue, who was pushing through the chaotic crowd.

“i found this one empty room if you two want an out,” rue beams, throwing her arms around your and elliot’s shoulders, “i’m not saying you should ditch your birthday party, but you definitely should.”

you grunt in annoyance, prying yourself away from rue’s death grip, but you’re more than ready to follow after brown-haired girl.

***

“can’t believe it’s your birthday!” rue screams, throwing an arm around your neck. you blink, lips parting from the plastic as your eyes scan the room to find a place to sit.

you find a nice carpet eventually. dragging rue over by her hand because the girl is apparently too out of it already. elliot sits in front of you.

the shared look between rue and elliot doesn’t go unnoticed by you.

you can’t help but raise an eyebrow, when the boy with chiseled jawline and big round eyes that still were as bright like a cluster of a thousand stars, innocently looks at you.

“just one,” elliot inquires with rue on the side nodding all too eagerly.

“i don’t know why you’re asking me,” you shrug, “it’s not my place to say no.”

elliot flattens his hands against your cheeks and pulls you in for a kiss. he doesn’t care that you’re not alone, then again (rue already looks like she is in another dimension). he doesn’t care for anything besides the feeling of your soft lips against his.

you bring the red cup to your lips, downing as much as you can without throwing it back up. the smell burns your nose and it tastes like shit, but the warmness you feels in your stomach makes you loosen up, as elliot fishes for a baggie and pulls out a rolled note rom the pocket of a pair of jeans. he tilts the baggie to let a controlled amount of the white substance to fall onto the phone screen before using the card to conform the powder into a somewhat straight line. he re-rolls the dollar to resemble a straw before leaning over and bringing the bill to his nose and inhaling deeply, the powder shooting up the rolled up paper and into his nostril. he then tilts his head back, feeling it turn to liquid and drip down his throat. the high hits him almost instantaneously. he passes his phone to rue, who has already prepared her note. eagerly, and she’s quick to glide the rolled up note over the surface before tilting her head back.

moments later, when the alcohol kicks in, it’s all great and none of you are thinking of anything or anyone. the thoughts or worries have moved onto a distant planet now and all you can focus is on is how deliriously amazing you feel.

elliot is strumming on the found guitar, you and rue are bouncing on your feet on top of the world, bodies buzzing. so you dance until your limbs are screaming at you to stop. you untangle yourself from rue’s lanky arms, letting her fall onto the bed with a soft thud. elliot reaches out to pull your sleeve, and you find yourself forcefully leaning on elliot’s lap, hearing his breath getting held in his lungs, feeling his fingers touching your sides. he lays down a kiss on your hair, ruffling it.

you watch elliot and elliot makes no secret of the way he watches you right back, sleepy eyed but fervent.

it's a little stickywarm where skin touches skin- but your faces are so close that you can feel elliot’s breath on your lips.

“i love you,” he murmurs, voice low. he smiles and your stomach clenches.

you raise your fingers to elliot’s cheekbone, tracing a line of freckles, elliot hums, tipping your foreheads together and closing his eyes again.

“i love you too,” you whisper, and elliot presses an affectionate kiss to your temple, unable to hide his bright grin.

you turn your face against his chest, presumably to hide your flushed out cheeks, and elliot laughs breathlessly, clambering over to plaster himself around your body as you close your eyes.

***

you wake up gradually, without any recollection of even having fallen asleep, with limbs heavy and slow like pouring molasses.

your eyelids blink open and flicker against the sunlight streaming in through the window, and then widen, before your lips curve into a soft, slightly overwhelmed grin.

“did i wake you up?” elliot asks, fingers brushing over your hand.

but you just shake your head in response.

during the course of the night, you’ve stayed tangled together.

you’re almost afraid to ask, afraid to break the comforting silence that has fallen over you, but then you do anyway, “can you teach me how to play the guitar?” voice is so low, so cowering.

elliot grabs onto your arm, his grip tight as he gives you the brightest look, face practically shines with amazement. his eyes are filled with stars, it’s like a whole galaxy is in this one beautiful boy.

you work in silence, tip-toeing towards the balcony. the sun just started to rise as a canopy of gold, bright amid the blue, bidding the stars to take their nightly rest. as darkness surrenders, every colour soon will change from tinges of charcoal to a vibrancy.

elliot settles a guitar in his lap, strumming the strings to make sure it’s still in tune. he searches his mind for a song, settles on one, and begins to play. as his eyes slip closed and he begins to sing along, softly, a little off key. you sit across from him, cross legged facing him, your knees nearly touching, unable to stop the small smile stretching your lips.

your eyes widen as you lock gazes with elliot, clearing your throat in silence, trying to tamp down the strange building melancholy caught in your throat.

elliot waves a hand, pupils gaining a sheen of brightness, something in his face lightening as he carefully puts the instrument in your lap.

you feel your face turning red, the sweat starting to slick at the palms of your hands, your grip on the fingerboard growing slippery and uncomfortable.

“just relax,” elliot’s voice is barely above a whisper, but it’s cute, your chest feeling like it’s been pierced by a fucking arrow. you don’t say anything. you can’t speak and you barely feel like you can breathe. you just nod in response, watching as his fingers presses just the slightest against yours, positioning them on the right chord.

with your fingers touching, he slowly starts to strum. the sound is a bit slower, played by the hands of a hesitant beginner, fingers brushing not the right way. when he moves away his hands, the strumming stops.

“what happened to all that ‘teach me’ from earlier?” elliot says, but there’s no meanness in his voice. he even smiles, his whole mouth turns upwards, a teasing gleam in his crescent eyes.

“didn’t think that far,” you admit.

elliot reaches to flick at the side of your head, “there’s still plenty of time to learn.”, he says softly.

your eyes flutter closed as elliot crosses the distance between you. his lips are so soft, gentle against your own as he nudges your noses together. “happy birthday,” he whispers, kissing you again. there’s a thud when you forget the guitar and let your fingers curl into the sleeve of elliot’s shirt instead.

the kiss feels like sunlight, slow and gentle like easy mornings. there's no rush, no need to be anywhere but there in elliot’s arms.

elliot brings you closer, until you’re pressed against his side, his chest as a pillow, his arm against yourshoulder, the guitar moved against the wall, long forgotten.

elliot smiles, lips stretching into a grin, as you duck your head, burying your face in elliot’s neck again, lips pressed to his pulse point.

nowhere but there, you could stay like this forever. you sigh, relaxing into elliot’s embrace.

elliot lights up a cigarette, “sleep,” he says, smoke lacing his words.

you listen to elliot’s heart beating, voice starting to dwindle as sleep conquers you to itself.

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can you write more elliot from euphoria one shots/imagines/fanficts? the bonfire one was so good!

thank you sm <33 i'm currently working on two elliot requests! so there's more content coming soon hehe

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i am obsessed with ur elliot fic! i keep rereading it i swear you portray him so well and everything feels so in character and not forced ❤️❤️❤️

tysm :(( i’m glad i was able to portray him the way i imagine him to be 🥰

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because you’re mine (it seems like we’re meant to be)

reader x elliot // bonfire fluff

warnings: drugs , alcohol use

a/n : i know this is very random, considering i’m a bts account, but recently euphoria has been giving me motivation to write, so feel free to request more!💫

the white shafts of daylight have passed, gone are the shadows of evening. flames from the fire rise boldly against the black sky. before that great fire their skin is glowing red, orange and gold. every eye is reflecting the flickering light, each iris containing a small picture of the bonfire before them. yet, it isn't simply just the sight that has you mesmerized, so too has the crackling and the woody fragrance of smoke. you end up being put in front of elliot’s legs, feelings his knees against your back. you feel something press against your lips. as you look down to see a cup and elliot’s face, peering up at you imploringly as he offers the drink to you.of course, you take it, pulling it away to peer into the contents.

 “what is this?” you ask; it’s bright blue and looks like there’s glitter in it.

“i made it,” says elliot, and that’s enough of a reason to believe that you won’t die drinking it. so you knock back half of it in one go, swallowing and then frowning as you hand the cup back. 

“it’s supposed to taste like blueberry slushie, but i’m not sure if i got it right”.

you smack your lips. “tastes more like synthetic syrup” you admit, moving your hand to run your fingers over the nape of elliot’s neck.

his lips curl back into a hazy grin, reaching up to plant a kiss on your lips “i guess you’re right” elliot says moving back, but you kiss him back, a little harder than necessary; you’re not nearly drunk enough, but you kiss elliot like that anyway.“alright, alright,” rue calls. “don’t start fucking with all of us here”

elliot pulls back, turning to look at her, then pecks your cheek smiling, “there’s a first time for everything.”

beside rue, lexi makes a pained noise and immediately gets up. 

you pull back from elliot just enough, although you’re still tangled together as the rest of you dissolve into another conversation.

you let yourself listen to the lazy conversation as elliot wraps himself around you, clingier than usual thanks to the alcohol. elliot can still remember the new year’s eve, when you’ve crushed through the door trying to find rue, as cliche as it sounds, he knew you’ll mean a lot to him in the near future. 

and you did, still do.

maybe it was inevitable, then, for you to fall together the way you did—under the stars, and the entire world at your feet. when you kissed him for the first time out there, elliot told you it was probably a bad idea. but as soon as your lips met, both knew, there was no going back.you bring the joint to your lips and inhaling before you let out a long stream of smoke as you stare up at the stars.

there’s a light touch of elliot’s fingers caressing your sides.

you look up at him with that same lazy grin; there’s only the light of the moon and the fire, but it’s enough to see the way elliot looks at you. 

you want to blame it on the alcohol and the drugs, but elliot always kind of looks at you like he can’t believe you are real, like no high or euphoria could ever compare. you understand. it’s the way you look at him, too.

you take another drag of your joint and then lift your chin up, and elliot gets it immediately, leaning down and over you until your lips are nearly touching. you hold it for a second, at least until elliot gets impatient and bites your bottom lip, and then you open your mouth and breathe the smoke into his mouth. you can feel elliot grinning as your lips brush together, and then you lift your head up an inch to press your lips together into a kiss.by the time you resurface—or elliot pulls away, letting you back into the rest of the world, because it’s always hard to focus on anything else—the others have started their own conversation.

“you two are making me sick,” says nate.

“you’re fucking sick,” says fez.

you’re too lost in your own thoughts, brought back to the present only by elliot tickling your chin, leaning in and whispering, “are you sleeping?”

you grin, keeping your eyes closed as you murmurs “just thinking.”

“about?”

you hum. “you.”

elliot kisses your nose. you finally open your eyes, looking up at elliot looking down at you.

“i love you, you know,” says elliot, not taking his eyes off you.

you thumb at the corners of elliot’s mouth,“ i love you too,” you answer, breathless.

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until the flowers bloom again, wait a little bit

pairing: yeonjun x reader

summary: the one where yeonjun is winter and is afraid to love spring

don’t forget, the requests are open

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after midnight, the streets took on an otherworldly quality from prolonged silence in a normally noisy place, emptiness in normally crowded alleys . the walls became dim and empty, swinging signs casting patches of darkness on the floor.

it’s the time when the lucky ones are asleep and the grief-filled souls are gulping still steaming, taste-enhanced, myrrh.

the gold bell rings to announce a new visitor and sitting behind the counter, you kindly welcome the new incomer. 

when you opened this café, you made sure the coziness would welcome everyone, starting with those suffering from insomnia to anyone who simply doesn’t want to go home. 

jazz, the so-called rebellion music played in the background. the thought of every cafe visitor being a rebel against the world in their own way makes you chuckle. it’s almost two in the morning, when everyone should be asleep, they’re inside a night cafe, swirling coffees as if it’ll make them see a constellation. 

it is indeed some kind of form of rebelling.

the cafe was cozy, surrounded by bookshelves, sketches made by visitors taped on the old piano and all of the doors. the old fairy-lights, that you managed to get from a christmas fair were clinging to all of the four walls. you always thought of them as the light that calls everyone who needs a company, a safe place to exist in. those sparkling miniature light bulbs brings energy, more in a single drop than people can easily fathom. 

every single visitor has a different story, but no matter how painful that story might be, when the sun rises, they walk out of here with a calm heart and a clear head. after all, is there anything better than talking to a stranger who knows nothing about you?

you hoped, the cafe was a refuge. people are born to need social bonds, to need a sense of others, even if there’s no past of knowing each other, just strangers. so, even when the need of worth demands to be a warrior, the protector instead of the one being protected. that’s why you always hoped, that in this cafe, among the noises of music and strangers, everyone can free their souls and find what they need.

your heart drops ten feet to the ground when you see a blur of grey step in through the door, grey beanie pulled over soft brown locks and face half-hidden by a grey scarf and the familiar boy looks so so cold. like the winter’s iciness is being serenaded through his bones, bringing with it a chill that seeps through his clothes and settles against his skin with something that feels like loneliness.

“yeonjun?”

the name ends in a question, just loud enough to be heard above the whispers and cups clicking.

and yeonjun freezes, stops his hands from rubbing together for warmth and just stands still. 

“hi” he answers evenly.

and you hate how your head is spinning as he starts to walk. your heart might just as well jump out and slap him across the face with just how fast it keeps on beating.

you swallow a little. from this close, you can’t help but realize how much taller yeonjun had gotten.

yeonjun sits, cautiously. the wooden chair is sturdier than it looks. his hands flat on the table, staring downwards, like he can’t even bring himself to look at you in the face.

the exhausted boy closes his eyes, listens to people chatting, book pages being flipped and safe quiet. a low sound of instruments coming from the speakers - he thinks it einaudi’s piece being played. the piano sounding like-

“where have you been?” you blurt, followed by his eyes flying open. 

you’re not usually this bold, but there’s some kind of frustration seeping through your insides at the memories of him being a regular, then feeling like the stars aligned for the both of you as the spring-like connection blossomed in between you two.

but here’s a simple but inevitable truth: as the seasons change people crumble so easily within them.

a cruel fate begins as the leaf falls and an invisible thread begins to fray.

there’s only so much time they can be together before it all runs out. there’s only so much they can do before one disappears. especially when it comes to stories trying to survive.

“it felt selfish coming here, you know,” yeonjun started, “i was afraid to take something away from you.”

you always thought hearing yeonjun’s voice again would feel like a punch in the ribs, but this time, it’s a gentle rhythm swelling in between your bones.

“what’s there to take away?” you ask, tilting your head, the little action making the boy’s heart flutter.

yeonjun exhales with the ghost of a smile, leaning in for one solid second before he pulls away. 

“a lot,” he says, lips tucked into a cold scarf. 

for once, you don’t want to spend your time questioning on whats and whys. instead, you want to focus on yeonjun being back, on the way snowflakes rested on his eyelashes.

right now, holding this moment that is small enough to crumble in your hands, you don’t want to ask for anything else, this is enough.

what else can you do, but hold it?

yeonjun glances down at his untouched mug, realizes that you were the one who’d poured it for him, and hastily raises it to his mouth to gulp down several mouthfuls.

he leans back, points at the cup clutched with his other hand, “you still remember.”

“i do,” you answer, a little helplessly and turn your back on yeonjun. you step to the side, and get down few mugs from the top cupboards to clean, although you have to strain a little bit up on your tiptoes to get to them. 

——

when the sun  starts to bloom on the horizon, golden petals stretching ever outwards into the dim winter blue inviting everyone for a new day, the cafe quiets down with random sounds that comes sailing in the breeze; the birdsong coming in so sweetly, almost tangible, as if it were softly spun sugar. 

yeonjun gets up, slowly walking up to the door. he pauses and looks up at you, like he expects you to follow him outside. like he expects you two walk together. his eyes still a little slanted, a little sleepy, but looking almost warm now.

you nod almost dismissively, but don’t say anything in answer. you’re looking at him like you’ve never seen him before.

you walk down the street slowly, not really towards any particular destination. you start to feel like a colour grey amongst the swirling rich autumn hues and yeonjun’s world, which had been falling back into orbit in a way you hadn’t noticed, snow and frosts over.

“it hurt so much when you left,-“ you pause, lips curving upwards ever so slightly, and it’s a smile, but god is it sad, “why the hell did you leave, yeonjun?”

“i told you,” yeonjun swallows, rushed words intermingling with cold wind, “i had to.”

you fight the urge to scream, because yeonjun is talking in riddles that you’re just too goddamn tired to try and decipher.

you stop and turn onto your side to face the taller boy.

“all you had to do was stay” your words are quiet, and yeonjun is toeing the edge of the precipice, eyes trained on the dark sidewalk.

you finally take a step forward. inhale. exhale.

——

“we met during the spring, you know,” he speaks up. yeonjun’s voice no louder than a murmur and you’ve never heard it sound so fragile, like it could snap off and break with the smallest movement. he looks like there’s million of words swimming in his eyes so you nod, silently encouraging him to continue.

“when i found the night cafe, i didn’t expect for you to wash in like the tide into my life, advancing confidently with warmth,” he pauses, eyes on the sky above. you almost say something, but then yeonjun continues, voice even quieter than before, “just like spring.”

“i think i loved you.” you say and yeonjun startles, accidentally bumping into your side. when you turn your head, you find that yeonjun is not looking at you.

“you can’t love me.” he answers in awe, hushed and lost sort of voice.

“and why’s that?” you blink, feeling suddenly out of your depth, “why can’t i love you?” you ask, a little weakly.

“because you’re like spring and i’m…” yeonjun’s voice shakes while the rest of the world is on pause, the city below you on pause, the two of you together, “i’m like winter.”

maybe it’s the dull grey skies or the craving for warmth, but you find yourself brushing the pads of fingers over yeonjun’s cold hands.

“you’re right, you’re absolutely right-” you cut yourself off, words caught behind your tongue again and yeonjun tenses ever so slightly, something like fear flashing in his eyes, gone as quick as it came.

“there’s winter in you, hiding itself in your words,” you draw in a breath, eyes falling shut and words spilling out, “there’s winter draping itself over your shoulders.”

you don’t think, just reach out and wrap a hand around the boy’s wrist, “what’s so wrong about you being winter?”

yeonjun tenses and everything about him is screaming exhaustion – from the slouch of his shoulders and the way he curls into himself to his face, eyes and lips downturned in a way that’s not quite a frown, just tired.

“i won’t ever give you what you truly deserve,” yeonjun looks down at you with tentative smile, “everything i touch falls down, everything i touch becomes so cold and i cannot let myself take your warmth away.” yeonjun trails off and it’s at this point that you realise it hurts— actually hurts yeonjun to speak about it.

you squeeze your eyes shut when broken sound escapes yeonjun’s lips – something between a scoff and a choked up laugh.

“i’m the farthest thing from the spring.”

“spring can be merciless too,” you whisper, voice thick, “spring creates the half-dead flowers and the fruits that never makes it to the basket and instead it falls down to rot.” 

you reach out and tug the boy to your side. the silence that falls this time is comfortable, warm, and yeonjun is smiling, just the slightest curve to his lips, but a smile all the same.

“you might be winter, but you know what?” you ask him absentmindedly and yeonjun makes a low noise in his throat.

you lay your hand carefully against the side of his jaw so that yeonjun’s forced to look down, forced to look at you.

this up close, you’re aware of the pink in yeonjun’s cheeks, of the way your warmth shares and spreads at all the parts that you remain touching, pressed together, of the way you’re angled together in a way that makes you sure you fit together in all the right ways. 

“you lent me your coat on a cold winter night and it has kept me warm all this time.”

yeonjun leans in, his dark irises softening in the morning light, and presses his lips against yours.

there was winter, connecting you. there was spring, letting you meet.

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ill tell my children north macedonia’s entrance is actually the soundtrack of lion king

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my brother just called the north macedonia singer an iron man

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anyone knows where i could watch etc the first semi final in singapore??

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i have no idea what i’m writing, but it’s coming together??? 

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an explanation ♡

tw// drugs, eating disorder!!

this one is for everyone who questioned my absence and always asked me if i was alright and what exactly happened! <3

last week i was diagnosed with adhd which explains why i couldn’t sit and write, hell i couldn’t do anything really, my patience would run out within 5 minutes of trying. with that, writing became a very dreadful and heavy activity i didn’t want to pursue. 

few years ago i was diagnosed with an eating disorder, but feeling too safe in 2020, my ed spiraled and i was back to square 0, on top of that i became a drug addict lol

but as for, i finally decide to get better with the help of actual professionals, i’m happy to announce that slowly i’ll try to build this blog again!!

thank you for everyone who stayed and stay tuned!! ♡

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hi

which yandere!bts you’d like to see?  (¯▿¯)

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Heyyyyy!! We haven't heard from u for a while (3-4 weeks) and u just wanted to know if you're doing okay?? Of course it's understandable if u guys want a break but we're just worried...

hiii thank you for checking in:((( i’m really sorry for not posting anything, i guess my mental health is really like a damn rollercoaster:(( i’m hoping that after my new medication things will get better and i’ll be more consistent:( i hope you’re doing okay too!!❤️

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anchor in twisted stars | soft!yandere!jungkook

the one where jungkook need his lover, to be there for him

a/n: hi i’m back...:] a very soft, with soft manipulative jungkook for my comeback hehe

tell me what you think! and i decided to start writing requests, so if you want anything, feel free to request!

the bright sunny day was covered by the rapidly falling night. the bright blue sky transformed into an ocean of blackness. the air was still and heavy, a cool breeze swept the alienated street.

walking home, you opened the last messages you were sent by jungkook

jungkook~ [Mar 17 5:37PM]

did you go out with your friends when i told you no to?

jungkook~ [Mar 17 5:45PM]

answer me right now

jungkook~ [Mar 17 5:48PM]

tell me where you are, i’ll pick you up

jungkook~ [Mar 17 5:59PM]

don’t play with me princess

jungkook~ [Mar 17 6:05PM]

at least tell me you’re safe

//

you glanced at the clock showing 11PM in bold, you knew jungkook was going to be angry, you were used to his possessive-like behavior.

yet, when you stepped into the apartment all you heard was silence. that kind, where it made your blood as cold as the autumnal air that crept through an open window. there was no whispering noise or rustling. it was as if nature conspired to keep you in the dark, not daring to whisper the reassurance you craved.

and for the first time, you were worried, not for yourself, but for jungkook.

you grimaced as the old floors screeched under your weight. for some reason, the squeak of a door made your heart racing as fast as a gunshot.

the room is dark, save for a strip of yellow light against the bed and up the wall.

“jungkookie?” jungkook’s form is a bundle of covers looking so small in the middle of the bed.

the little humph he lets out is so soft, so quiet, it made your chest throb.

“i’m…” jungkook looks at the floor, trying to keep his voice steady. “c-can you hold me?”

your face changes to alert as you climb in the bed besides him, opening your arms, jungkook falls into them gratefully.

“you okay?” you pull up the covers over you both. your hand comes up to jungkook’s  hair and strokes.

“no.” jungkook whispers, it’s all he can say. the words clogs up the back of his throat.

“tell me what’s wrong baby, so i can help you” your voice leather soft making him press on to you even more, his fingers curling into the hem of your shirt.

“i’m so scared” he whispers, voice broken. there was an ache in his chest that was beginning to tear him apart. “i’m so scared of losing you”

“jungkook, baby, why would you lose me?” you ask, rubbing a hand down jungkook’s back in comfort.

he feels the fire curling between the slats of his ribs, mocking. humiliated when his eyes well up with tears, he burrows into your warmth gratefully, further, so you wouldn’t see the tears. but you can feel the drops roll down against your collarbone, you stay still, still soothing his back.

“because you’re perfect and i’m not” his words are so low, the air he lets out tickling your skin. “there’s probably dozens of people who fall in love with you everyday.”

“i need you to look at me” you murmur, hands creeping up to cup jungkook’s face. jungkook only stared, not knowing what to do, his cheeks still wet, dark lashes brimmed heavy with tears.

with your hands, you softly wiped away the tears and brought him closer, his breath hitched because the next moment he knew, you were kissing him, soft and sweet. jungkook closed his eyes and let you kiss him, his arms limp by his side.

once you push yourself barely away, still feeling his breathing against your lips, it’s soft, pretty, lips curling at the corners.

“jungkook, i don’t care about anybody else, but you” you whisper, leaning forward to take jungkook’s hand into yours. “i’m happy knowing when i fall asleep in your arms, i’ll wake up and you’ll be the first thing i see as i open my eyes” you follow, threading your fingers together easily.

warmth blooms in jungkook’s chest as he looks at the love of his life, the beauty still mesmerizing him everyday.

“but jungkook, what happened for you to start thinking like this?” you wonder.

his eyes shapes with different, a little bit more darker spark, before he nuzzled into your side.

“you know i get anxious when you leave me and go meet your friends without me” he mumbles, now nibbling and pecking your neck.

“maybe i’ll try meeting them less” you whisper, and he hears it, the disappointment mixed with sadness in your voice.

he knew he had to take care of your friends earlier, when he had the chance. now, he’ll just need to find another one.

this time he blows a little making you laugh, your neck always being very ticklish spot. you laugh kissing his cheek.

jungkook kissed your collarbone, wrapping his arms around your waist. you let him push you back onto the pillows, watching as he towers over you, his doe like eyes watching you carefully.

“i love you” he whispers, his lips pecking your nose.

“i love you too” he smiles when he no longer hears the sadness in your voice, like the issue of meeting your friends just vanished in the air.

he loved you, sweetly and twisted.

you loved him, blindly and gently.