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April 12th | jjk

summary ↦ ʻYou were in a constant déjà vu. You knew every look the clients would do. How much time would take to the police arrive. But Jungkook? He was never the same. Always unpredictable and mysterious.ʼ

pairing ↦ jungkook x reader

genre ↦ loop/ i don’t even know au

word count ↦ 3.2k

authors note ↦ i’m terrible at oneshot stories but i tried my best!! give it some love plsss <333

His head felt light compared to the heavy pain on your chest. It was now the 13 time you woke in that same position along with his cinnamon shampoo sense all over your sheets.

The sensation of a bullet between your eyes was been your alarm clock for the past 12 days and Jungkook’s crying eyes screaming to surrender following your fall is the last memory you have of the day before.

You thought to yourself everyday what could possibly be wrong. What position it’s wrong, or is it just hopeless. But something kept you from giving up. Jungkook’s eyes give you more than the feeling of hope. They give you company, something you never had.

You brushed the strands of his hair away from his forehead so you could see his angelic face. He seems calm for a boy like him. Always talking and never listening. Maybe that was the issue. You were sure time will bring him more comprehension to listen to your instructions and less to his impulsive actions, but time wouldn’t stop this forever loop and so wouldn’t you.

You can say you are a lucky person. You have a great job in a coffee shop, a house far from the craziness of the city and you found someone you see yourself marry.

But April 12 was not your lucky day, at all. 12 days ago, or today, you decided to put everything on a line so you could run from your safe home. You made a plan to robber a not very movement bank.

You told Jungkook and he didn’t seem so shocked as you thought he would be. You both worked every detail of the plan and then you executed but something missed from all your “what if this happens” or “all the plans bs”. After 1 hour of perfection the cops were called and they killed you in the most aggressive and raw away possible.

For those 3 seconds before the bullet hit your head, you thought about Jungkook and his future.

After the last seconds of your life, you blinked and there you were. In the same bed than before. You checked your phone.

April 12th.

So you got up and did all of it again. You woke Jungkook and he shouted a fuck right away and you knew you weren’t alone on this.

You and Jungkook did all the same as the day before and nothing worked. You end up always getting killed in the same way so you were forced to accept your fate and work your way out.

You talked about everything you could remember. Times, movements, things that went wrong, what could work this time and a way to not die.

Again there you were. 12 days after and one more robbery had to be done.

His breathe started to get heavier and there you knew.

Jungkook tries to understand where the gun shots come from and then he runs to first floor to see you standing in front of 4 police guards shooting the air one time. You falling to the ground at the second gunshot, he takes his gun from his back and places it against the side of his head, then he pulls the trigger and-

“FUCK” Jungkook jumped from the bed making you lose his warmness. You quickly got up and hugged him from behind feeling him trembling more than usual. A simple motion from Jungkook and you already felt in panic.

“It’s fine baby, it’s another day now, I’m here baby” you couldn’t handle it anymore but Jungkook was your strength, your start, your one and only, and now, your entire day and night. It was him every time and everyday. It took a couple of minutes for Jungkook to calm down and look you in eyes. “What are we going to do, gguk?”

“I don’t know babygirl, but we’ll find a way.”

And that gave you the strength for your legs to work correctly, your hands not to tremble and your head not to fail you.

The last 12 days have been the same. You wake up around 1:36:29 p.m. and Jungkook or wakes 27 seconds later or 45 minutes and 57 seconds later.

Those 27 seconds put Jungkook in a choice between trying harder or giving up. All this without you. Because in that moment, you already have a perfect shot in between your eyes. Has the days pass, Jungkook started to give up more often because he feels lost without you. In a life without you, Jungkook anticipates the death that comes 27 seconds later.

With 45 minutes and 57 seconds, Jungkook runs through the streets of his hometown trying to escape the hands of the police but nothing makes him free. Without you, freedom isn’t free.

You’ve been planning the robbery for 1 week now but those 12 days you never expected to have, have given you the future. You knew what time the clients would enter, what for and what time they would leave the chosen bank but still, you would get caught every single time.

After calming Jungkook down, you start the day by reviewing the plan against Jungkook’s chest while seating in your cold ground.

“What’s the weather for today?” Jungkook hugs your waist and leaves little kisses on your shoulder while you search the weather in your old computer.

“The same as usual. Traffic too. The same fuckin day.”

“Hey, hey, baby” you turned your body following his hands to your face, to face him and meet his black eyes. “We will be fine, i promise you okay? I’ll get you out of this, I promise.” Your face drops to his shoulder and he rubs your neck trying to comfort you and your fears. “I have an idea but you are not going to like it.”

“Shot, I have nothing to lose.”

“Let’s stick to plan but exactly at 4:31 and” he looks closely at his watch as you slowly lift up your head “21 seconds, you can take the car th-“

“No.”

You got up but Jungkook catches you in one move and honestly, you didn’t want to leave, Jungkook’s arms felt too good and too right for you to lose them.

“Baby, I would come to you as soon as I could and then we would run to whatever country you want.” You were again against Jungkook’s chest and you could feel his pulse. Always calming and relaxing.

“Whatever country I want?” Your eyes light up to the sound of your dream on your mind and Jungkook felt the luckiest man in the world for being to call you his.

“Whatever you want.”

“Still it’s a no gguk.”

It makes you alive in the most deadly way ever. Feeling like you may lose him to a stupid robbery but that you need.

You and Jungkook lost 10 minutes arguing about a quick escape you weren’t accepting, but as much stubborn as you were, Jungkook can sometimes be worse than you, so, only after promising you that he would buy you the biggest house near the beach and cuddle with you for the rest of your life, you accept his offer.

3:56:32

You drove to the center of Jungkook’s least favorite city and waited there, holding hands with him and jamming to some pop song on the radio, for a pregnant women with black hair and a trolley to close the door of the bank. Looking at the streets, you see more than a normal city.

You met Jungkook in that same town. It was raining, you were alone in your uncomfortable heels and no cabs were around.

“Need a ride home baby?” You met his gaze when you looked at your right. It was dark but fuck, you swear to god you saw an angel. Black hair, black eyes, and all black outfit, but you still see him was the purest angel.

“Oh-h no, I’m fine, thank you. I’m just going to walk.” You started to walk in the opposite way but he followed you. You aren’t afraid of death. You are afraid of dying being a piece of shit to the world and so, for every second Jungkook followed you down the streets, you thought about how not ready you were to die.

“I’m not making uncomfortable, right?”

“You are. Like, a lot.”

“Thank god, you said it. I’m already tired of walking.”

And he left. You were again alone, 5 km away from your house. 10 seconds before you were scared of dying and now you are searching for your earphones and plugging them on your phone so the walk would be less lonely.

You were walking peacefully for a couple of minutes but, as much lucky you can be sometimes, life, once in a while, tries to scare you along the way or more specifically to teach to look at both sides before crossing the road so, while listening to the loudest song on your playlist, you were almost hit by a black motorbike, and guess who was driving? Yes, the man of your life. The one and only Jeon Jungkook. You fell to the ground and your hand burned in pain.

“WHAT THE FUCK, are you okay?!” The all in black guy jumped from the bike and ran to you.

“Yeah-yeah, I’m fine, fuck,” Jungkook placed a hand on your back and other around your legs, and lift you up.”I just want to get home, just sit me in the bench please.” Your hand was bleeding but the pain would start to go away. Jungkook walked the opposite way of the bench but you were already ready to pass out due to the blood on your skirt.”Jungkook, no, not there, the bench.”

“No, I’m taking you home.”

And without noticing, Jungkook cured your wound with some first aids he had left on his motorbike and you were now speeding through the streets of your now second hometown.

3:59:01

The streets were clear and Jungkook made the first move to get out of the car. You followed him, after turning off the radio. He made his way to you, grabbed your hand and helped you get out of the car.

“It will be easy. Stick to the plan and, in 1 hour, we will be heading to whatever country you want baby.” He kissed you and you both walked to the bank.

You were in a constant déjà vu. You knew every look the clients would do. How much time would take to the police arrive. Which TV station would arrive first. Which child would cry first. But Jungkook? He was never the same. Always unpredictable and mysterious.

This building was huge from the out and inside, and for as much days you spent there, it always looks intimidating.

Jungkook opened the glass door for you, you stepped inside the building and the first thing you do is search for your earphones, plug them in your phone and then connect your phone to the bank’s network.

YOU ARE NOW LISTENING TO PARTNERS IN CRIME FROM THE STROKES

The whole building was now connected to your phone. Every employee, every client, and those you pass in front of this place would hear your favorite song of all time. You made sure to leave it in max volume so everyone could hear it.

You never understood why massive buildings as a bank would all be connected to the same network. You lost the interest in hacking these type of services, because they give an open window.

Everyone around you felt confused and some looked like hurting what you found quite offensive.

You and Jungkook waited about 10 seconds of those you decide to leave but no one did.

Time is underrated. Without time, in every circumstance, we are nothing. Look at you. You are living in a loop of time. If you are forced to live here, you are nothing but if you do nothing with the time they give you, you are nothing as well.

No one moved from their spot, so you grabbed your gun from your back and shot the first camera you could find. Jungkook did the same in the opposite side and exactly 7 people ran away while the other 21 lay on the ground. You ran to the door and locked it with 8 handcuffs.

Why? It will be easy for the hostages to get away and it will definitely be a distraction for the police.

“All done here.” You turn around and you don’t find Jungkook. He was probably cutting some wires behind the balcony, but you were so scared of losing him that seconds were days.

Fuck. Don’t freak out. Play it cool y/n.

You moved to the center of the now messy bank and look through the scared crowd. You shot the air for no reason.

“Hello everyone! My name is two.” You do the peace sign and do a quick round so everyone could see and hear it. “Yes, the number two. I won’t take long, I promise. In 1 hours you will all be at your house with family, friends or even alone. I’m, for sure, not here to hurt you or give a traumatic experience. Just don’t do stupid things and we will be out of here as soon as possible. Ok?”

“ok!” you jump a little from Jungkook’s voice on your ear and you curse at yourself for always getting scared. He always does it but in different situations and you are sick of it. (not really but ://) You push him a little and he placed a transparent card on your hand. You start to walk to the stairs while hearing Jungkook give some instructions to the hostages.

4:00:05

You reached the computer room. It was full of people writing in their own computer while discussing the reason of the loud music. Everyone looked so confused that it was quite funny, you would say. And yes, the music was on repeat.

Computer 19, line 23

You reach “your” quite messy desk that belong to the secretary from downstairs and took from your bag an usb pen and some codes so you could start working.

On the other side, Jungkook leaned 7 hostages to the cafeteria, and other 7 to the waiting room.

In 35 minutes, the police would arrive and Jungkook tries to understand where the leak is. For 35 minutes Jungkook walked from room to room but nothing seemed off. Everything looked too perfect for it to fail something this important as someone secretly calling the police.

4:27:09

TRANSITION at 45%

You successfully broke the network and robbed each and every person on that building with only some codes and clicks. You were 4 minutes away from getting away with nothing. Absolutely nothing.

Boo: 44%?

You: 45% ahaha

Boo: how can you laugh? We are robbing a bank

You: your idea asshole

Boo: I CAN’T FIND THAT ONE MEME YOU ARE TELLING ME TO FUCK OFF

Boo: but baby

Boo: can you go now? I will handle that

Boo: i promise

You fear being without Jungkook. You fear losing him to this. You fear a world where Jungkook is not in it. And he fears it too.

You: i’m coming

You looked at the screen of the computer and estimate 10 minutes for it to be done. So you got down stairs, grabbed your stuff and went to find Jungkook.

You found him in the waiting room with a 65 old lady who got very but very anxious for the 13 time.

You placed your hand on his shoulder to get his attention. There was no need for words. You left a kiss on his head and left for the back door.

You found this black car with the engine on and you took no time to get in.

4:35:07

Jungkook was now alone trying to control 21 people, all at the same time when he hears the first sirens. 3 more minutes, the transition will be completed and he will be out of there.

Jungkook got it all covered. The hostages were calm and thankfully patient, the police wasn’t very close and the love of his life was safe.

Boo: is everything fine there?

You: yup, everythings fine

Well, fine wasn’t the right word to describe it. Everything was really bad. You are now, not out the country but in the back seat of the car. Both of the exits were closed with “temporary fuckin fence”. Of course you could just destroy them but everyone would notice and you couldn’t just give that way. So you got in the building again.

Jungkook got everything covered. Everything less you. And that was it. You ran to the stairs and picked the usb pen after confirming the transition. You got down and found Jungkook looking straight at you.

“WHAT THE FUCK Y/N?”

“Baby, both exits are fuckin closed, what could I do?” you sat on the stairs and stared at Jungkook thinking and thinking and thinking.

“Go back to the car, I’ll find a way.” You got up to him but he didn’t notice.

“I won’t Jungkook, I’m staying.”

“Y/n can’t you do something I tell you one fucking time?”

And so you did. You ran to the back door.

You ran to the fucking back door that you left unlocked.

You ran to the fucking back door that you left unlocked which let the police enter and shot you right in the middle of your eyes.

For the fuckin 13 time.

14:07:51

And there you were. Again on your bed. You looked at your phone. 12th April.

No longer with Jungkook in your chest but now hugging you from behind.

27 seconds passed and nothing happened. You guessed Jungkook would run the streets and escape.

You felt sleepier than any of the other days.

You felt deader than before. You just wanted to sleep all day and forget everything. So you did.

17:28:18

You woke up to the sound of your dog scratching your door.

“Sum-sumo stop that” you rolled over the bed and looked at your clock. “Fuck, what?” You slept a way too much but in the worst case, tomorrow you will just sleep even more. Your eyes widened to no sign of Jungkook at your side. You got off the bed and searched the all bedroom. No sign of his phone, clothes and neither that familiar cinnamon sense.

You searched every part of your house and nothing. You called and messaged him, and nothing would come from that.

He wouldn’t do the robbery alone right? He wouldn’t risk it all like that. Of course not. He wouldn’t.

The worst part of waiting for him was the certainty that he was capable of doing it alone without asking permission or even a warning.

So you turned on the TV.

The first channel talked about an Australia Zoo, the second about Trump, the third about the number of deaths in crime, the fourth a robbery on-

The robber was shot on the chest inside the bank while trying to remove an USB pen from the computer’s room. The assaulter was-

The rest of the night was cold. For 13 days, you were finally living something new but that you wish you would never lived. Living without Jungkook.

[jkstories]

Take me, not Him 1

summary: Another boring morning was what you were expecting, until you went downstairs to bring YOUR cactus up and found a really tall guy at YOUR front door with YOUR key on his hand.

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: fluff/crack au

word count: 1.3k

authors note: probably it’s neither fluff or crack so I’m sorry :// still, enjoy <3

You live in quiet and safe neighborhood. It’s a couple of blocks away from the richest zone on town, so you are in the middle zone between the ones who did it and the ones who didn’t placing you on the ones who are getting there. Everyone in your area is humble and treats you like you a baby since you are the new neighbor. You know Jin pretty well, your left neighbor and almost your homie. He’s always a sweetheart to you (and he’s handsome *wink wink*). He brings you the most soft and delicious chocolate cupcakes from his bakery every Monday afternoon and sometimes leaves you a little of his dinner so you don’t have to cook (because he knows how of a bad cooker you are), and so he is almost like an older brother to you having always your back when you are out of town.

You feel comfortable to leave open windows in the morning for freshness, and you always leave a backup key underneath your little (and handsome) cactus even if Jin warns you about how obvious the hiding is. You know it’s a dumb thing to do but you forget about EVERYTHING and so, even the most obvious, for you is not so obvious.

Another boring morning was what you were expecting. You would wake up early, take a quick shower, eat breakfast, water your cactus (even if it’s worthless because you’re dumb ass forgets cactus don’t need water every fucking day), get dress and walk to your university.

It was suppose for you to be in the other side of the country but a little friend of yours called anxiety decide to force you not to make the trip with your friends just because a plane ride, so you were left alone with your cactus and nobody else.

That’s what you thought, until you went downstairs to bring YOUR cactus up and found a really tall guy at YOUR front door with YOUR key on his hand.

Your first thought was who you should call. You could call the police but it would take hours for them to arrive and you would get killed, for sure. You could call Jin but it’s rare for him to pick up in work time. Your mom was the last in the list, since everyone you know (which aren’t a lot) live quite far from there, but you knew calling your mom was already a no, she would freak you out even more that you already were. So, in every possible call you could do, you were fucked. Then you started panicked.

“Um-are you ok?”

He speaks. THE BOY speaks. He’s not a insensible asshole. At least he can feel you are about to faint. This guy wasn’t someone you would suspect in a daily basis. You started thinking about that lately, about what someone shows in the outside and what they real are, and this guy was the perfect example that the visuals tell you nothing about the inside.

“Yo-YOU ARE HERE. WHY?” You were standing in this strange position while securing your cactus and you feel the guy’s eyes drop to your precious plant and you already knew what he came for.

“I came for the cactus.” His face was relaxed and you felt more threatened about it.

“You are not getting it. Not with me alive.” You pulled your cactus closer to you. Maybe a way to much that one of the peaks spotted your cheek leaving a red pimple. “What do you want? Money? Is that what you want for it?”

The unknown crossed his arms letting a “huff” leave through his mouth. He got again in a straight posture blocking almost the entire entrance.

“Listen, I just came here to water the cactus, if you don’t want to give it to me, I can come later”

“AH, I GOT YOU ASSHOLE” It wasn’t the best idea to confront a rober, but it was impossible he came here just to water a cactus “Nobody waters cactus, that’s stupid and worthless, so” you turned a little to the side so he had less vision to your plant “tell me why you want my plant?”

You could feel his frustration through his brown eyes and you didn’t like, at all.

“I’m here to do my friend a favor, so why don’t you just hand me the plant and we will be fin-“ He took one step inside your house and you took one step back.

“TAKE ME, NOT HIM. PLE-PLEASE. I’M SURE A KIDNEY IS WORTH MILLIONS, YOU’LL BE RICH, BUT LET MY CACTUS LIVE PLEASE.”

The black haired guy frizzed at your reaction. A little smile start forming on his lips, and then a little laugh, and without you noticing he is already laughing in ass off while you fear both your life and the cactus’s. You felt like an idiot protecting a plant but you knew the months you worked so you could buy the little haku.

“I don’t want your cactus or you, for god’s sake, I just cam- oh no, why are you crying? No, no, no, no crying, no, don’t cry. Keep your plant, I’ll leave right now, I promise.” You hated but REALLY HATED being the fragile little girl that you are, but in months that you were in your new house, the only thing that kept you company was that little, but fucking expensive, plant. Echinopsis Haku Jo. That’s the name of your baby and hopefully (and unfortunately) future husband and you were, literally, watering him with your tears. “Jin asked me to water his cactus so I came but I-see-you-here so I assume it’s not his but yours?”

He choose carefully the words so you wouldn’t suspect of him no longer. He felt vulnerable just by seeing you cry and he wouldn’t like to bring more tears.

“Wait, what?” Well, you know you look like the dumbest bitch in the world but who cares, that nomine was already safe for you anyways. “Ok, how do I start this?” You let your cactus down and you pulled a chair from your kitchen so you wouldn’t pass out in front of a stranger and took a deep but DEEP breath. “Hi, I’m --- and this little cute cactus it’s entirely mine since it was born.” You were preparing for him to turn and leave but he seemed interested in your explanation so, why not? “Jin is my neighbor, and long story short, I wasn’t suppose to be here but I am but that doesn’t mean you can enter my house without my permission man”

Your body relaxed after and the sound of the coffee machine startled you making you dizzy (you don’t drink coffee but that fucking machine is always doing that stupid thing even during the night!!!!!).

“Oh, yeah, ok, sorry about that.” He became really shy, what made him even cuter. “I’ll get going then.” He waved you a goodbye and closed the door.

“WAIT” He was out so you decide not to bother him any longer until you heard the key enter the door lock.

“Yeah?” His little (almost like a bunny) face popped from outside the door with a bright smile.

You lift your right hand and pointed with your index finger to the palm.

“The key.”

“Oh, yeah, sorry” He came inside to place your backup key, that had a little keychain with a cactus figure, on your hand, giving you a quick glance and a shy smile. You felt almost bad for him.

“You know what? You are taking me to class.” His face lift almost immediately to meet your face while your hand touched his.

“I’m what?”

“You are taking me to class because I’m late and it’s your fault, and I won’t take a no as a answer.” You passed through the stranger and opened the door to find a black Mercedes parked at your door. “Oh sweet, you have a car, then I’m driving today.”

[jkstories]

cold blooded l 4

pairing: jungkook x reader

powers!au, fluff

 summary: you live in a different world. Fear is as normal as the sun in the sky due to Daleus, this cold blooded creatures who can be right next to you as your classmate or can as well be your mother and there’s no way you know it.

 Or

 One last package was what stooped you from getting home. One last package to deliver and then you were free to go home but it wasn’t your plan to find Jungkook, your childhood friend, at the place of the delivery.

There were only two questions Jungkook didn’t want to answer. What’s happening and Do you kill people? Because both of this would make you scream and probably run. Jungkook couldn’t lose you. He just couldn’t be without you.

The last few weeks, while he was away, he felt empty. I didn’t text because he didn’t want to be a bother but in the other way he didn’t want you to feel like he didn’t care. Jungkook is very assertive about his decisions, his moves, his ways of being but with you, it was a whole other story.

He would always rewrite text messages, he would feel your emotions, he would feel dizzy with the simplest touch of yours, he would love every single thing about you and lose himself in you.

You were his weakness and his strength.

So he lied. He said he was out of town when he was just a couple of blocks away. He couldn’t put you in dangerous but there you were, the moment he’s been waiting for 5 months now.

You made it worse in the best way possible that was being you there. You. His weakness where he couldn’t be weak.

“Jungkook, they’re coming.” Jimin turned around to face Jungkook and everyone could feel the fear in Jungkook’s eyes. He was never to emotional but when it came to you, he was always very cautious about every move, protecting you over himself.

You only need to think.

And so you did. You thought about him. Only three months in Jungkook’s life and you already trust him with your eyes closed. Literally.

You never felt so vulnerable in your life. You felt like fire was in your skin but still you couldn’t feel the burn. With your eyes closed, you could only feel and hear. Jungkook’s shoes hitting the floor. The door being kicked. The sound of fire. A warm hand in your shoulder.

What the fuck?

It’s Jimin

You still couldn’t believe Jungkook could hear you in his mind and him on yours. You didn’t know how to talk to him so you thought about your questions.

There wasn’t just one thought in your mind so it was difficult to recognize which of them was Jungkook’s. You felt like a million voices were talking to you but his voice was powerful, so powerful that it could just top all of the others.

Who’s Jimin?

You are getting the hang of it.

You didn’t get it.

Jimin is a little treasure of ours. He’s a lit- Yoongi, I need you here. What was I saying?

You laughed at it. Jungkook seemed different but he was the same to you. That dork who forgets everything and everyone.

Jimin.

You could hear everything but you tried not to. Breaking things, screams, warning calls, splashing water, little whispers you couldn’t understand from Jimin at your side, and lots of “Fuck���.

oh, yeah, th-that, give me a second.

You are distracting him. Fuck. Stop thinking.

You can think Y/N, I can like, not hear if I want to. I’m hearing because I want too.

That still means I’m distracting you.

Fuck. Stop talking.

“Hi” you felt a little whisper to your ear.

“Oh fuck, who are you?”

“Jimin.”

“Yeah fuck, Jungkook told me.”

The hand on your shoulder was trembling and you could only feel more nervous about it.

“YOONGI” you heard a shout from an unknow voice from far.

“I told you Jungkook!” Jimin shouted right next to you. His hand got back to your shoulder and you felt like a little electrical shock on it. “To your left Yoongi.” You shivered the feeling away “Oh, sorry, you may feel them.”

Jimin wouldn’t stop giving instruction to all of them and each time a name was screamed you felt that little shock on your shoulder.

You weren’t sure about how many minutes you were waiting for everything to stop.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I’m burning.

I’m sorry

What?

it’s my fault that you are burning, it-it happens when I get nervous.

What the fuck? Is he using a pick up line right now?

We are almost ending, I promise, you ju-just, fuck

“Namjoon, fuck, again dude” there was his voice to your right. You felt the shock again and each time the hotter and hotter it would get.

“Is-is everything fine there?” you couldn’t just stay and wait for it to end. You felt like you were inside a war zone but get to see nothing. The only difference is that you have someone to look forward and you can’t.

You couldn’t see but you felt Jimin’s surprise by your question.

“You want me to tell you what your ears want to hear or the truth?”

You felt scared about the truth but knowing something that was not the truth felt like knowing nothing.

“I wa- I want the truth.”

“They are fine. Don’t worry.”

You took a deep breathe.

Asshole.

Did you just call me asshole?

“No!”

“No?”

Wait. No.

“Are you fine?”

Are you fine?

You couldn’t think straight. The warm your skin was leaving your trapped and you could almost feel your breathe failing.

Jungkook. You need to calm yourself.

What? Why? What is it?

I’m literally burning.

It took seconds and you felt a bigger shock on your shoulder which hurt and then everything went quite. You couldn’t hear a thing. Only these big breathes coming from the front of the room. You felt like you were about to get a jump scare.

Is it better?

Oh, yeah, actually, yes, it’s better, thank you.

Anytime princess.

“Jungkook” you heard Jimin struggling right next to you.

“Do it.”

Jungkook was right next to you. His hand touched yours and the rest of the warmness you felt has taken from you by his touch.

Right next the shouts, the breaking, everything were back but you felt safe.

You placed your hand above Jimin’s and the little trembling from the beginning was still there.

“Are you okay?” it was difficult to hear and difficult to talk. The warm started to come again but you were fine with it.

It took a couple of seconds for Jimin to answer.

“Yes, I’m fine, thank you.”

And it stopped. Everything. Everyone. And you.

The last thing you remember was Jungkook’s voice.

I’m sorry princess. It’s going to be fine.

[jkstories]

cold blooded I 3

pairing: jungkook x reader

powers!au, fluff

summary: you live in a different world. Fear is as normal as the sun in the sky due to Daleus, this cold blooded creatures who can be right next to you as your classmate or can as well be your mother and there’s no way you know it.

Or

One last package was what stooped you from getting home. One last package to deliver and then you were free to go home but it wasn’t your plan to find Jungkook, your childhood friend, at the place of the delivery.

- Hi Jungkook.

- Long time no see babe.

The pet names. Fuck. How you loved them. Jungkook turned out to be a flirty type of guy, who can’t stop talking about how pretty you were, and sending you stupid messages for your mom.

But you still missed him. You missed him so fucking much. He’s been away half of the summer so he could visit his parents and not seeing that beautiful face for 1 month was hard.

That flirty guy went away for 5 seconds and the real Jungkook gave you a hug. The hug you needed for a couple of weeks now.

You were a mess.

You finally got a part-time job so you were busy all the time and the time you could spent with your family was bad. But like hell. And Jungkook knew that, that’s why he came as soon as possible.

You quickly felt warm and loved, and you knew Jungkook felt the same because he only let you go of his arms after a couple of time.

“Then, let’s lunch?”

“I just ate breakfast but we can still go” you stood back so you could grab your leather jacket from the hanger.

Jungkook seemed prettier. He looked tanner and his hair was darker than before, and you seem to like it. A lot.

“Yeah, you are lying” Jungkook helped you dressing the jacket and closed the door behind you.

“Why you say that?” you both walked through the hallway passing by your parents bedroom.

“You would never pass through your mirror and not notice your hair. Not that you need to see your hair to eat but…”

“I’m off for now mom, love you” You yelled already at the front door “I’m sorry if I like to sleep until-..”

A sudden voice comes throw you and Jungkook.

“Jungkook! You are already back? You should have dinner with us today.” It was your mom, always kind but this conversations between them always made you uncomfortable and you still don’t know way.

“Hello Ms. Y/S/N, I would love to co..”

“Not happening, bye mom”

You quickly close the front door and grab Jungkook to your car. You had your hair undone, your shoes undone, phone and wallet in your hand and the keys of the car were inside the car. Now you get why is so obvious your not so good morning routine.

“Thank god I leave the windows open.”

The streets were always quite in the morning. It was sunny and now you wished you had dressed your yellow sweat so you could match the weather. The only sound you could find was your neighbor’s dog barking at your presence and your mom was at the door talking with Jungkook about the weather or something instead of helping.

“See you soon, Y/M/N.” Jungkook waved one last time to your mom before getting closer to the car.

You hardly placed your arm inside the car so you could unlock it from the inside, opening your door and Jungkook’s. You entered and when you were about to close your door, a hand blocks you.

You breathe out not taking Jungkook’s joke.

“We are going to be late Jungkook, and you know I hate to eat my food.”

“I’m taking the car.” Jungkook’s eyes narrow at you with one of his eyebrows up.

It’s been the six time in a row Jungkook would take the car and you swore to god it was your time. You didn’t care how sexy Jungkook would be when driving, it’s rare for you use the car and when you do, Jungkook is always there, so the feeling of a steering wheel was almost unknow to you and that was what Jungkook feared.

“Hell no Jungkook” Jungkook grabbed your wrist which was resting in your car’s door after you protest. “No” He started pulling you out of the car and you swear you would kick him. “I’m calling my mom”

He narrowed you one last time. You weren’t giving him the keys and he hasn’t letting you drive, so who wins?

Yes, it’s true, Jungkook is way stronger than you but to use that in advance? Fuckin asshole.

“Mom? MOM” It was actually fascinating how this man could hold you with one arm on his shoulder.

“I asked nicely, you just needed to give me the keys Y/N, didn’t you mother teach you manners? Do I need to give you a lesson?” Irony looks good on Jungkook but not in that moment.

“Last time you grabbed with one arm I was out of the window so put me fucking down before I kick your balls Jeon Jungkook.”

“Watch your tongue Y/F/N”

Oh how great, your mom is watching everything.

Jungkook let you down in the other side of the car, waving to your mom. He got in the driver seat and waited for you to do too. He tilted his head from the window with a questioning face.

You crossed your arms with a smirk in your face.

“What about the keys Jungkook?”

Both of his hands went through his pockets and his mouth talked without sound.

Where are them?

Your hands show the answer and two seconds later you were speeding down your road with a whisper of your mom’s “don´t fall please” followed with a little laugh.

You both are such kids around each other but you missed that. You missed his playful side, his bad pick up lines, his way of checking the menu 37 times before choosing the simplest thing. You missed his everything and the way he completed you in his own way. The only problem was that Jungkook felt the same away but you, like the usual bling girl you are, didn’t notice.

You lost yourself in these thoughts until you felt Jungkook’s arms around your waist.

“Gotcha”

Even with so much running, Jungkook end up taking the car but with the condition you could choose the song on the radio, so he already knew he was about to hear Ariana Grande’s new album, but he didn’t mind. He loved to see you happy and if that was the way, he would take it.

You both sang the entire road and you even forced Jungkook to stay in the car until God is a woman ended. You entered the restaurant and choose the table as far as you could from the loud families and the whole running from the kitchen to dinner tables.

“I may get double cheese this time”

“You always get double cheese” Jungkook let down the menu facing you.

Thankfully the dinner was calm. The people were nice and food has really good so every time you could com, you would.

“Then, I’ll get double double cheese.”

You already choose your order and so, you waited for Jungkook to debate between double cheese and double bacon or just double cheese and bacon, and, without noticing, you fell asleep on the table.

You got no sleep that night. You walked through the streets at 3 am but still couldn’t sleep and having to wake up so soon to get lunch with Jungkook was truly a nightmare.

“Y/N?” you felt a gentle hand on you hand “She will have one but without cheese, please. Yeah, two cokes please.”

It took you a couple of time to wake up but Jungkook was happy just to have you close.

You raised your head slowly trying to escape the shafts of sunlight.

“What?” Your hair was a mess again and one of your cheeks was red from pressing it on the table. Jungkook’s head tilted to the side smiling like he’s scanning your face. “What? What is it? I have something on my face?” You looked for something wrong in you.

“Beauty.” He paused, brushing one of your loose hairs away from your face. “Not only on your face, everywhere.”

You felt your cheeks heat up and thankfully, the waitress arrives with your orders moving away all the shyness upon your face. What couldn’t Jungkook do to you?

The lunch went well, even the part when Jungkook painted your t-shirt with ketchup and you poured pepper on Jungkook chips instead of salt. You felt you got no worries. No time wasted. No job. No job. No job?

Right now I’m in a state of mind I wanna be in like all the times

“Y/N, your phone.”

At first you didn’t notice the ringtone because of how deep you felt in Jungkook’s eyes and how interested you were in his trip to Malta but it wouldn’t stop ringing.

Everything was so good. You wished you could fire yourself in that exact moment.

You swiped right to answer the call.

“Hello. Yes. 30 minutes??? But I’m having lunch.” You rolled your eyes and Jungkook already knew the deal. You were leaving with half of your hamburger in your plate.

You landed your phone next to your glass, with no courage to go away.

“You need to go to work right?”

You nod pressing your face against your hands. Jungkook asked for the check and you could only feel guilty about it. He seemed no upset but sad. Sad about you leaving and having the day all for him.

Before you exit the dinner, you could feel the awkwardness in the air.

You grabbed Jungkook’s wrist stopping him from leaving.

“Come have dinner with me.”

“What? You said you didn’t want me there”

That was half true and half lie. You want Jungkook there, you did want him all the time but having to introduce him to all your family has a no for you. Yes, they already knew him but bringing a guy to dinner has a step my dad will take very seriously and, in that moment, you weren’t ready to take his seriousness so seriously.

That being said, you decide Jungkook wouldn’t come over to dinner or lunch, just times where you could be a little more of yourself, but in that exact moment you needed to make it up to Jungkook so why not something he’s always asking?

“I want now.” You were fully aware of what you asked and what you wanted and so, you want Jungkook to know that this time it wasn’t a game of “just because you asked”. You want to show him how special he’s to you and taking that one step may be the right one.

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Okay princess, I accept your invitation to dinner tonight at your place.”

Opening the exit door for you, you can’t help but smile at him and at that moment.

Jungkook drove your car to your work place and insisted he would walk to his house that was only a couple of blocks away.

You were already late, but you couldn’t let go of Jungkook or his warm hugs.

“You will be safe right? I don’t want those _Daleus_ to catch you and eat your face or something.”

“I don´t think they eat people but, don’t worry, I know how to defend myself princess.”

Your face has buried on his chest while his chin above your head. You felt safe. You felt the warmness of a home and you couldn’t let that go.

“So then, I’ll see you tonight, right?” You lift your head so you could face him.

“You will” Your noses touched and you couldn’t feel more grateful about having him without actually having him but in some way, deep inside him, you were his and he was yours.

He left a kiss on the top of your head and then faced the road. Why did you feel like you lost someone? Why does it feel so suffocating not having Jungkook around? It’s like you don’t know how to breathe without him.

You never thought you would think work is worse than being at school. You got a part-time thing in this delivery shop. It was simple. Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Fridays. It sounded so easy, but if you knew what you know today you haven’t even applied.

You worked your ass off to get every box at its place at the correct time. You arrived to the shop so you could finally leave and your boss appears at your front with one more box.

“You got one more box to deliver. But there’s a little problem YOU need to fix.”

It was fascinating how the YOU was said. You already know the second you blink he’s out of there resting his ass at home.

“Read the description. See you Monday, Y/N.”

You murmured a “See ya” while looking at the package.

*DELIEVER AT 9:48 PM AT *********.*

Fuck. 9:48?

You had message Jungkook to have dinner with him around 9 pm so what would you do? You couldn’t cancel your plans with him and you couldn’t not deliver the box. You needed to just find a way. You will tell him and he will understand. Maybe he will even drive you there.

You took the box home and talked to your mom about Jungkook coming over.

Your mom got excited, but way too excited, even thought he would come over with his parents one time each year. She started asking about his tastes, where you went for lunch, and more and more.

You were truly happy your mom was so kind about it and not asking question about the type of relationship you both held.

You dressed yourself with some skinny jeans and a big and poufy sweat. It was Jungkook’s actually. You stole it from him the night you went to his house. You were cold so he lent you the sweat and until today you haven’t returned it and you don’t plan to do it either.

It was half past 8 and the sense of your mom’s lasagna was already in the air. And yes, your mom always makes lasagna because of how good it is.

you: my mom’s already asking where you at ahaha

Your dad got home and you avoid every question. You left your mom to tell him about the dinner while you finished up cleaning your room. You weren’t planning bringing Jungkook upstairs but you needed to do something or you would turn insane. You were so nervous about meeting his gaze again. You think about if he’s nervous as well.

Something tells you that he is.

You came down and waited in the kitchen for him to come.

9:00 and you were already ready to call him but it was away too soon.

9:10 his place is far so he will take some time

9:20 maybe he got stuck in traffic

You decided to call him but there was no answer from the other line.

9:30 maybe his watch is broken????

You were still in the kitchen watching the streets closely.

“Y/N, maybe he-“

“He will come mom, he will, he’s just late.”

Your mom placed her hand on your back while you rested you face on her shoulder. You knew he wouldn’t come. You should never went to work this morning. You should have stayed with him. You should just said no.

9:40 you got a job to do but felt nothing but sadness. Sadness you didn’t deserve to feel. It was your fault.

You got no choice but to leave. You ate no lasagna and met no Jungkook.

You got off your house and drove to the place indicated in the description box.

It was exact 9:48 when you knocked at this big warehouse.

It was cold that night but still you needed to deliver the box. You knocked and got no answer. You tried to open and thank god it opened but one little thing popped up right way from the entrance of the house.

Jungkook. Him.

Great, you have officially gone insane. You shake his face from your head and got closer to the person in front of you.

“I’m sorry for opening the door, it’s just that I have a box to del-“

“Y/N?”

Fuck. It’s really him.

“You really need to go Y/N like right now.” He got closer to you and now you could finally see his face clearly with the light from outside.

“Excuse me? First, I go when I want, second, I don’t even know why you are here but I’m just doing my job, sorry if it bothers you.” You only looked once at him and that only time made it clear he was really worried. “Jungkook? What is it?”

Jungkook was now looking straight to the door. You look back and in the exact moment Jungkook covers your mouth in a too aggressive way.

You are guide to this big room ready to argue with him but when you enter the room you are faced with 6 guys holding each a gun pointed right at you.

“What the fuck Jungkook? We don’t want witnesses here, who that fuck is going to clean that?”

You freeze. Your mouth slowly gets uncover and the only thing to do is breathe, something you swear to god you learn from the guy behind you, who supposedly will kill you.

“We are not killing her. It’s Y/N.”

You look at him. He talked about you like they already knew you and you were right, they knew you and how well they did.

“Omg, for real? I didn´t have time to get myself presentable.” This tall guy steps in your line and asking for your hand.

“It’s a really pleasure to finally meet the lucky girl. I’m Taehyung. You already know about how I can easily mov-“

“I lied.” You felt so but so confused about everything. You were in a room with 6 guys with guns and there was Jungkook. The Jungkook you are in love. The man of you dreams. “I didn’t tell her.”

“I knew it.” Someone screams from far inside the room.

A awkward silent was left in the air but something felt strange about Jungkook’s eyes, it was like he was saying something, something to your head.

“I don’t care about this bullshit Jungkook. We can’t deal with her now.” This was a new voice. You felt your stomach aches.

Jungkook leaded you to the back of the room. With his hand on yours you still felt that warmness of his.

“Baby, it’s fine okay? I’m sorry I missed your dinner, it was a last minute thing. I even dressed up, see?”

There he was lying again. He didn’t know how to talk to you. You could clearly see the lie on him. He didn’t know how to act around you.

Still he was well dressed. It didn’t fit him. It wasn’t him.

“What’s happening Jungkook?”

[jkstories]

cold blooded I 2

pairing: jungkook x reader

powers!au, fluff

summary: you live in a different world. Fear is as normal as the sun in the sky due to Daleus, this cold blooded creatures who can be right next to you as your classmate or can as well be your mother and there’s no way you know it.

Or

One last package was what stooped you from getting home. One last package to deliver and then you were free to go home but it wasn’t your plan to find Jungkook, your childhood friend, at the place of the delivery.

The world you are about to imagine yourself in is different. Different and selfish.

Eternal smiles by the morning while the fear fades through the night. All of that because of these Daleus. They say how dreadful and parlous they are without evidencing a single suspicious case in the last 10 years.

Of course we take advantage of the poor creatures and blame them with our crimes.

As much guilt I feel, I still try not to get out at night, wear revealing clothes or stay in a relationship to long. They warn us about how similar they are to us and how bad they can be. Bullshit.

“They say. They say so much and do so less. Don’t you think Y/N?”

You didn’t fell asleep due to the loud exhauster right at the level of your eyes, but there you were, with a big spoon while the water started to boil.

“Y/N, look at the mess you are making” you felt a little push to your right by your mom what almost made you collapsed from fag.

You and your mom were waiting for your uncles and his creepy son. You saw them once in a year but they moved really close to us so my mom had the brilliant idea to invite them to dinner in my first official day of summer holidays.

“Sorry what were you saying?” you sat in one of the kitchen chairs while looking to your mom.

“They are talking about Daleus on the news.”

Possible attack by Daleus down the 47 Avenue. Please be aware of the danger of these creatures and stay indoors if possible.

47 wasn’t that far from your house but you didn’t intend to leave do warmness of your house. Not today Daleus.

“I hope your dad and your sister are alright.” You felt the fear in your moms voice. That fear everyone felt while laying in their bed ready for a good night of sleep.

Your mom was never afraid of them, she’s just scared of the world. You were too. You were so scared you fear your life. Bullshit again.

They wish you were. You were a little “I don’t give a fuck about you” persona so none of that was a bother. You just didn’t give a fuck at all.

“They’ll be fine. I promise” you got closer and placed a hand over her shoulder.

You couldn’t promise a thing but still you did because you hated that tone of her.

“They are here!” my mom felt relieved when her eyes met that dark blue car parking in front of our eyes. “Go see if the table is set correctly.”

It looked like it. The napkins were folded, the plates were clean, the candles were burning and the glasses were polished. Everything looked so bright and happy.

Your family was the absolute opposite.

It was almost like hell inside there. Your parents weren’t the same neither their relationship, your sister was far from you and the only relaxing moments you had in that house were replaced by stupid fights from your parents or the loud music from your neighbor.

Still you gather yourself up, applied a quick layer of lipstick, passed your fingers through your hair in attempt to make it more presentable and smiled at yourself.

It will be just a couple of hours and you will be sleeping in your bed. You promised to yourself. Again you couldn’t promise a thing but still you did.

“Y/N, come here” your mom shouted from the front door.

You checked yourself one last time and walked to them.

You were wearing a big and comfy grey sweat which hides your hands due to the long sleeves, a light blue jean and a pair of white high converse.

You hugged your uncles and introduced yourself to the son. You remember him from 3 years ago, but his name?

Your mom knew you weren’t the best to remember phone numbers, birthday dates or the simplest home work so she remembered you each one of them to you (while trying to) showing you a picture of the latest dinners.

It sounds like a cereal, you knew that for sure.

Jankook? Jeonkook? Jinkook? No, fuck. It’s different.

Ah.

Jungkook.

You got it Y/N.

“Yes?”

Well, you are now fucked. Why would you say it that out loud?

Jungkook was distracted by my mom’s conversation when the sound of your voice topped every single one voice in the hallway. He faced you after a couple of seconds.

“I-I-I missed you.” What? What did you say?

You knew you fucked up when your own sister looks at you with that “what the fuck” face.

“I literally pulled your hair last time I was here.”

You remember your mom’s words. He did pull your hair last time. You now remember that you hate him.

“Oh yeah, THAT. I already forgotten about it.” Your face burned in shame while your sister did nothing but laugh at your face.

You didn’t miss Jungkook at all, but you did remember the afternoons you spend arguing about how your dog is better than his, (what still remains true).

Jungkook was different, we painted his hair black and got his ears pierced, but even 3 years after, he stayed that beautiful and almost shy persona.

“Shall we eat? I don’t want you all eating cold lasagna.” Everyone nod, passing by you at last Jungkook, stopping right in front of you.

“Since when do you even like me?”

“That’s the thing. I don’t. But I can’t just say I hate you in front of your parents so “I missed you” has the best thing I could find.”

Everyone could agree that you were a great liar.

He let out a small “ok” and stepped into the kitchen.

You never felt so proud of yourself. Getting out of embarrassing situations was not your forte but that was amazing.

But look at you now. Life is different with Jungkook now. You actually like him. Just a bit.

~

It was your free day. You got up around 12 pm and you were feeling amazing.

12 messages unread from Jungkook.

cute asshole: Y/N, good morninggggggg

cute asshole: lets do something today

cute asshole: i cant stay a lot of time but still

cute asshole: i can take you to that restaurant down town

cute asshole: the one Lee already took you

cute asshole: lets eat there

cute asshole: i want to spend more time with you

cute asshole: lets eat ok?

cute asshole: im already hungry

cute asshole: be ready at 1 pm

cute asshole: im finally seeing that ugly face of yours

cute asshole:y/n? please tell me you are already getting ready please

Fuck.

You jumped out from bed and looked in the mirror. You took a shower, while singing to every Ariana Grande song you could remember and losing track of time.

cute asshole: i really hope you are ready

You were in love with Jungkook. That was for sure. You knew it since the day you woke up by his side in some random house that turned out to be his.  

You got so but so drunk that night at Lee’s house that you still can’t remember what happened.

2 month ago

- Good morning pretty.

You respond with a small and deep good morning while turning to the other side of the bed. You opened your eyes and there he has. With his little and puffy eyes, and red lips looking straight to you, searching for some warning symptoms you could send.

You really thought you were dreaming. Nothing of that felt real, maybe the alcohol has still in your veins, and so you decided to sleep more. Giving up on that dream of waking up next to Jungkook.

“No more sleeping today pretty. It’s already 3. I already sent your mom a text.”

Yup. Like this is even real.

“You think I’m kidding, y/n? Don’t make me throw you out from the window.”

“Do it.”

Loose hands were around your waist while you question yourself about being 3 am or 3 pm, and then you felt that cold breeze in your body. You opened your eyes and you were literally out of the window only secure by one of Jungkook’s arms.

“Jungkook, Jungkook, fuck, Jungkook, I’m afraid of heights.”

“Oh fuck.”

In one push he pulled you to his embrace falling slowly on the ground, listening to your deep breaths. You rested your head on his chest, trembling from fear while he grabs your hands to keep contact. You were full of fear and Jungkook full of worry.

“I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry, I didn’t know.”

“Yeah, don’t, yeah, don’t worry, no problem.” your voice sounded like a whisper.

You calmed down and Jungkook stayed with you the rest of day even though you insisted that it was fine and you could finally go home. The same guy who destroyed your favorite toy when you were 5, holds you now in your deepest fears.

Life is fucking ironic.

Part 3

[jkstories]

cold blooded I 1

pairing: jungkook x reader

powers!au, fluff

summary: you live in a different world. Fear is as normal as the sun in the sky due to Daleus, this cold blooded creatures who can be right next to you as your classmate or can as well be your mother and there’s no way you know it.

Or

One last package was what stooped you from getting home. One last package to deliver and then you were free to go home but it wasn’t your plan to find Jungkook, your childhood friend, at the place of the delivery.

“Jungkook, they’re coming.” Jimin turned around to face Jungkook and everyone could feel the fear in Jungkook’s eyes. He was never to emotional but when it came to you, he was always very cautious about every move, protecting you over himself.

That was new to you. You were raise to survive alone. Not that you haven’t got a  family or friends, you had tones of those but every one gets to a time where they feel alone or got no way to go, and so you were always ready for that. For the unknown, until this man appears at your front, holding your hands anytime he could, texting you at 3 am, giving you rides to school when it’s not even 10 minutes on foot, and promising you, he will always stand by your side.

“Namjoon, connect me to her.”– Namjoon hesitated, looking for an approval in Jin’s face, that was given.

You were so damn confused. You were holding Jungkook’s hands while Namjoon step forward.

“Jun-Jungkook?” It was not like you didn’t trust Namjoon or his friends but in that moment everything has new to you and the only safety you knew has him. Jungkook.

“It will be fine, I promise.” he looked right through you and stopped. A tear was rolling through your check, your ears were burning, small sobs and trembling hands. You were so nervous. You felt everything.

He got even closer and it only made it worse. That man.

“Y/N, deep breathes. I’m here.” His face at the line of your eyes  “ I’ll always protect you. I swear.”

You looked at him finding the truth on his eyes, giving you some strength to breathe, something you felt like you didn’t know how to do.

Namjoon got close to you and held your free hand, giving you almost like a warm sense followed by a cold sensation.

“Jungkook, we really need to go. They ar-“

The sound of heavy steps came from behind the door interrupting Jimin. Namjoon looked at Jungkook.

“Do what you have to do. If she starts panicking, it will be your fault. Jimin won’t do nothing”

Oh, okay mister.

“Y/N, do you trust me?”  Jungkook held your hand even harder. You couldn’t face him.

I do, of course.

“Then you have to trust me more than ever.” he raised his hand to your face, holding you until you were calm.

But I haven’t answer.

I can hear you, Y/N

You immediately crawled a few steps back. Jungkook’s head lowered down to his chest in fear of losing you from his hidden powers.

Jungkook has always been reserved about his personal life and once you heard him in your head, you knew why.

Jungkook was used to losing people because of his way of being because of him being him, and you were not planning to be one of those.

It took a while until Jungkook got up walking away.

“Where are you going? I don’t want to be alone.” he has much more scared than you were, but still, you really trusted Jungkook. You knew he would never do you pain.

The 6 boys started to form like a moon shape around the door while Jungkook got closer to you.

“I need you to close your eyes and only opened them when I come back. I’ll be there” he pointed at the other members. “right next to them, but you need to trust me on this. Okay?”

At first, someone gently tried to open the door. Yes, of course, you though the door would be open, asshole? Jungkook smiled at your response.

Then three knocks and a big kick.

“Close your eyes, please y/n.” you looked at Jungkook one last time, then you closed your eyes. You felt a small but sweet peek in your nose. “I promise I’ll be back, but you need to keep your eyes close. If you need me,” you only need to think.

And so you did. You thought about him. Only three months in Jungkook’s life and you already trust him with your eyes closed. Literally.

Part 2

[jkstories]

cold blooded

pairing: jungkook x reader

powers!au, fluff

summary: you live in a different world. Fear is as normal as the sun in the sky due to Daleus, this cold blooded creatures who can be right next to you as your classmate or can as well be your mother and there’s no way you know it.

Or

One last package was what stooped you from getting home. One last package to deliver and then you were free to go home but it wasn’t your plan to find Jungkook, your childhood friend, at the place of the delivery.

1 in my head 

2 this mess

more soon

[jkstories]

A way to live | Kim Namjoon

It was normal day in a normal city. The moon was already knocking at the door and my stomach already counting the minutes to dinner. The problem is that I couldn’t wait.

Got down town, passing through the playground, smelling the cinnamon sense on the 24th December, hearing the kids crying due to the broken seesaw, feeling the soft hot packs on the pockets of my jacket and tasting the warm Bungeoppang that had just finished grilling.

Life was good. I loved living. But life is even better now.

What if I wasn’t there? What if I handled the hunger just 5 more minutes? What if I went away, what would it be like? If I leave, would you be sad? What if I wasn’t me, what would I be?

It’s quite fascinating from all the 7 billion people on the world, you were the one to make me wonderwhat to write next, to double check the text, the one to turn my recollections into memories.

You are now in my story. I wrote you from A to Z, from me to you, from I to U. You made it better, turning my life time to a love story.

I wrote so much but it wasn´t enough. There’s always more to tell, more to show, more to live, more to love. I wrote you while writing myself in a single line. You erode all my sharp edges and so you made it. You make me into love. We made us and there was only way to do it.

Only way to love you, that’s to live our love.

I lived you like the sun lives the day and the moon lives through the night. Like you were handmade just for me.

You are now the one. My only love. My only line. My way to live.

[jkstories]

handmade | Jeon Jungkook

I felt surrounded by the water in the blue ocean.

First my feet, up to my knees, my waist until all the way up to my head.

I was afraid.

I opened my eyes and I saw nothing but sand and your hand on mine. The warmness of safety.

Is this a dream? I’ll you stay if it is?

I never felt so alive in years. You were a new world to discover. So much more than a simple dream.

I don’t know what these feelings are but I want them to stay. I want you to stay.

I’m hopeful.

We  are a different type of destiny. Not meant to find each other, but meant to help each other find our old childhood dreams.

You gave me more than a dream. You gave me love. You gave me happiness. You gave me euphoria. You found my utopia through yours.

I’m happy.

I now hear the ocean from far. The ocean who made me fearful.

I now dream of it. I dream of the ocean on my feet up until my head. I wish you by my side. Won’t you please stay in dreams?

I’m fearless.

Your, not anymore, pained rose gold eyes look now tired. Happy but tired. I hold your hand against my chest on my way to our home desert.

Close the door now.

When I’m with you,

I’m in Utopia.

[jkstories]

height | Min Yoongi

summary: i tried to reinterpret "Trivia: Seesaw", give the same but a different meaning, idk, don't take this to seriously.

from : you

to : him

Good Morning Yoongi,

you already know who's here.

I can't tell if it's the morning, afternoon or night but it never meant anything to us.

We were free as some kid in the playground. I saved you, and you saved me.

We were ourselves to ourselves until there was nothing more to show, nothing more to save or pleasure to show.

The love got lighter as the pain got heavier.

Are you still here? Do you still love me? Do you still say you love me?

Why? Why we keep coming back for more when there's nothing more to share?

In the seesaw of the playground, we balanced the height to show how good we were. But we cannot anymore.

Today the seesaw broke. Right in the middle, and we have no one to blame. Not a single centimeter to the right or left, so we blamed ourselves and rest our heads in each other's shoulders, wainting for one of us to leave.

You never did and neither did I, and so we are obligated to deal with pain in our shoulders.

I wanna go but I won't leave you.

I want you to come with me but I cannot stand your height anymore.

Somebody has to get out of here though neither of us can.

Where does your heart lead you, Yoongi?

If I came out as the villan I'll you still see the person who saved you?

[jkstories]

Morpho│Jungkook

Side C

 “- End.”, I was completely out of breath. I closed my notes and faced my teacher.

Eventually everyone started clapping and Morpho glanced me a smile while holding the sunflower I bought her earlier. Her eyes were shiner than normal and believe me, it’s hard to make this girl emotional.

 “- I love the part that I die because of a purse. I don’t even wear purses.” – she laughed and wiped her tears away.

 I hold her face for a few seconds, and kissed her. She is the most beautiful and pure human I ever met in my existence. Fuck. I love her so much.

 “- Well, I asked for a story and you gave us a book Jeon Jungkook but it was really good.”

 I felt proud and I hope Morpho feels proud too. I smiled at the teacher who responded me with an approval nod while Yoongi wiped his eyes with the tip of his sleeves.

 “- Do you want to say anything else to the class Jungkook?”

 Morpho has holding my hand the entire time. There was blood, sweat and definitely tears on that story. For the request from the teacher, I thought twice about what to say, because there was too much to take from it.

 I took a deep breath and spilled the real moral.

 “- Don’t go to parties late at night, they really suck. No offense Alice.”- she didn’t seem offended. - “Mac and cheese is not that good. Purses are fucking dangerous, believe me. Don’t promise what you cannot keep and, last but definitely not least, run faster.”

 That’s what I did. I ran as fast as I could and I got in time.

[jkstories]

Morpho│Jungkook

Side B

I would be lying if I said I wasn’t scared, confused or even questioning my own sanity, but truth is I do believe in everything now.

I already lost to much in life, like her and myself.

But don’t worry, she came back and safe, and I don’t plan to let go of her that easily this time.

The beep sound of car surrounded the air while the steps became closer. There she was it her damn yellow purse.

 “- I thought it was funny bringing a yellow purse. It kind of reminds me of mac and cheese.” , she looked at me closely, “No?”

 My ears and face were burning from anxiety and fear of losing her once again. She stood in front of me holding my hand.

 “- I told I would be back, didn’t I?” – I laughed inside and kissed her forehead. “But now, for real Jungkook, I really need a new purse.”

 I lift her up and hold her like I wanted to keep her inside of me and she seems happy, so don’t worry, I never let her go, ever again.

[jkstories]

Morpho│Jungkook

Side A

As soon she let go my hand, I saw what I should had copped a long time ago. A Morpho. A true bright Morpho. And I know it was during the night but I’m sure it was one of them.

A blue butterfly with long wings, moving far from me, disappearing in the shadows of the cold night.

I closed the door and sight.

 “- Honey?”

“- She’s not coming back mom.”

“- Who are you talking about?”, my mom looked in through the kitchen door.

“- Who were we waiting for?”

“- No one love, you are just staring at the door for 5 minutes now.”

 I waited too long. I waited too much for something that could never come.

 “- Yeah, sorry. Can we eat now?”

“- It’s almost ready. I promise.”

I promise. What an irony, huh? See you soon Morpho.

[jkstories]

Morpho│Jungkook  5

21 YEARS OLD

I made it to university. I never thought about getting there but I did it and I couldn’t feel more accomplished. I’m taking an Art degree, the one I always dreamed of doing even if my mom wasn't very excited by the idea.

 Yoongi, Charlotte, Jin and Namjoon are, almost like my second family.

Yoongi and Namjoon are majoring in Broadcasting Performing Arts, Jin is taking cinematography and Charlotte is majoring in Arts with me so the only class we all have together is Art. Apart from that, we always get together at the weekends and so.

 "- We should just stick to the plan and skip the last two periods."

"- Jungkook, my mom would kill me."

Charlotte is older than me. She majored in cinematography but decide to take arts to continue the studies. She's caring, a bit shy and really stricken by the rules of her mom. Me otherwise, became the rebel one. I follow no rules and I’m okay with being like that. I still have no one to look after, and nothing to care about so I do whatever the fuck I want, whenever I want.

 "- Charlotte, it's just the last two classes of the morning. Nobody will notice." – I said to her, rolling my eyes and getting up from the chair in front of her.

"- Where are you going?"

"- Try to find Yoongi."

 It was being a shitty day. Everyone was doing absolutely nothing. English class became now the worse class because the teacher didn't a fuck, the students didn't give a fuck and so you do shit.

I walked down the room to the door until the sound of three gentle knocks on the door stooped me. I opened the door revealing a girl talking to some guy behind her. When she finally noticed the open door, she faced me with a big smile on her face, something rare in this days.

 "- Are you just going to stand there or what?"

"- Uhum, hi-i, I'm the new girl. The principal must have warned you right?"

"- Baby, I'm not the teacher but carry on and you'll find her, right down there." I pointed her the direction to the teacher, before sliding over her and standing back to back.

"- Baby it's too much, where did you learn that?", she said with her face in the corner of her shoulder

"- Sorry?", I faced her

"- You can't just call baby to a stranger. It's awkward and makes me feel bad for you. For real, stop that."

 She stepped inside the room leaving me and that random dude in the hallway.

I gave a few steps back and accidently stepped on Yoongi’s foot who responded with a strong pat on my back followed with a “Watch out fucker”.

 “- And who’s that?”

“- I wish I knew.”

 Me and Yoongi spied on the new girl from the little hole covered in glass in the door of our art class until Namjoon frightened us by the back.

 “- What the fuck dude?” Yoongi immediately reacted showing his fake karate tricks.

“- Since when do you spy on people? And since when do you do box?”, Namjoon pushed Yoongi to the side and joined the gang. “- So, she’s the new girl huh?”

“- Its karate”- Yoongi grumbled crossing both of his arms.

“- You knew there was new girl and sat quiet? Thank you man.”

“- She’s not really into guys.”, both of us frown, “- Not that, she just doesn’t give a fuck about guys, so relax. None of us has a chance.”

 I could say that Yoongi wasn’t giving a fuck about the situation until the door was opened in a quick gesture.

 “- Next time you want to spy on someone, try to be discreet, you assholes. Even the teacher notice, Jesus.”

 No, it wasn’t her. It was Charlotte.

 “- Now get your ass inside before I punch you all and so she can introduce herself to the class.”

 All of us entered the room while Charlotte continue to spill every curse she could at us until we completely regret it.

 “- If y’all like the girl that much, can’t you just ask her number?” Charlotte continue while we sat on our chairs in the back of the class until Namjoon whispered in my ear:

“- I already try.”

“- Well done man, now she’s going to think you are a pedophile.”

 Namjoon was about to respond but the teacher made silence sign, straitening her finger close to her mouth.

 “- Right now? Okay, then. Hi”, and there she was, shy but excited in some weird way, “- My name is Belle and I’m new around here as you can see.”, she stopped for a second, “Belle it’s written with two “L” because it’s French, but write it as you like. I don’t really care.”

 She had straight brown hair with a light blue on the tips, big black dark eyes, her lips were painted with a purplish tone and a small eyeliner. She was wearing a pair of ripped jeans, a small cut up to her shoulders shirt from the Queen’s and a black jacket in her hands.

 “- I’m majoring in Music and I think that’s all.”

 She ends her speech with a bow and walked down the tables to seat on the very last table like the teacher demand.

 “- Yes, what a great idea. Let’s put the new kid on the last table so she can interact with the class.”, she complained passing by.

 I was certain it was her. From far, I could see a small scar down her lip, and her personality was almost like Morpho’s. Maybe a little more extroverted but everyone and even me, changed over time so it must be her, it need to be her. So I waited until the very last class to confirm.

Everyone left the room besides Yoongi, who I forced to leave after pinching his neck several times.

And there we were. I was different but so was she, and I couldn’t wait to have her in my arms. She was sleeping with her headphones but quickly woke up when Yoongi smashed the door behind him.

 “- Wait, what?”

“- Morpho?”, I went straight for it, “- Morpho, I know you must be confused but it’s me Jungkook.”

“- How do you know that name?”

“- It’s me Morpho. Móre. You don’t remember?”

 She started packing all of her pens, books and got up from her chair. Before she could leave, I tried grabbing her by the arm.

 “- Morpho, what is it?”

“- Fuck, I need to go. Bye.”

And there I was. Losing the love of my life again.

 1 day later…

Morpho missed classes today. Maybe she wasn’t ready to meet me yet or she was planning something. I don’t know. I just know that I want to tell her so much that I start to shake just by thinking about it.

 After class, I passed by my mom’s work so I could pick her up. She worked in this fancy and expensive hospital that I’m already tired of.

As usual I enter the building, I say hi to the usual staff, I ask where my mom is, I go on the elevator, enter the door 236, and wait.

This time I waited away too long. 30 minutes passed and I was almost asleep.

I knocked on the door  3 times.

 “- Can we please leave, I’m ti- Morpho?”, don’t ask me why, but she was there. Right there in front of me, next to my mom. It was her.

“- I’m not Morpho for fuck’s sake.”

“- I’ll be down soon Jungkook, just give me 2 seconds.”

 The “no Morpho” rolled her eyes and sat down in those comfortable hospital chairs you see all the time in movies.

Yes, they are real and truly comfortable.

 “- So what th-“

“- Keep your voice down, please, Jesus.”

 Someone was dying. The beep sound was just one of the things surrounding that room. I knew that feeling.

 “- Maybe we should talk in other time, don’t you think Jungkook?”

“- Yeah, I think so.”

 My mom appeared from behind me.

 “- Let’s go Jungkook?” she said before kissing the forehead of the “I suppose sister of the girl who’s not Morpho but seems like it” and kissing “the girl who’s not Morpho but seems like it”.

“- Yeah, let’s go.”

 And we did. I drove until home, my mom made dinner and then we slept.  

Belle missed one more time the whole week and that made me nervous. I didn’t know what to do. Should I try to find her? Should I leave her alone? I didn’t know. I was so fucked up.

 Without even noticing, it was already Monday after school and I didn’t know if going back to that hospital was almost like an invasion of privacy but sure it seemed like it.

But still, I did the same thing.

 I entered the building, said hi to the usual staff, asked where my mom was, got on the elevator, door 236, but this time I didn’t wait.

I knocked and my mom open the door. Her cheeks were red, trembling eyes, her hair was all not that great, so I knew. Someone died.

I felt bad for my mom because I know what’s the feeling to lose someone you love. To lose someone you admire.

“- You did your best mom.” I said while my mom’s head was against my shoulder.

“- You know Jungkook, sometimes the worse part of this job is not when someone dies and leaves, but when someone gets cure and leaves.”, she lift her head, “- The little girl you saw here a couple of days ago, got her second kidney transplant. Life gave her a second chance, you know? It’s almost like she need to be here. At first, I was just checking her occasionally, but it became more and more, and know seeing her leave so happily… it’s amazing. It’s truly amazing.”, she was crying again, “- I’ll invite her someday, so she can come to our house, then I’ll make her some mac and cheese.”

“- Why mac and cheese?”

“- She said someone recommended my mac and cheese what’s absolutely impossible, because I only do i-“

 Everything she said after, it was echo. My thoughts stopped and my heart start beating.

 “- Mom, mom, mom.”

“- What?”, she asked while she organized her pens on the table.

“- Invite her today.”

“- Today Jungkook? It’s already late.”

“-Please mom??”

 We drove home, and made dinner.

It was my last chance. If it wasn’t her, she wasn’t coming back at all.

 I kept my promise Morpho, I recognized you, what about you? I’ll you keep your promise?

 “- Jungkook, can you go open the door?”

 It was almost in slow motion, one step each time, the door seemed so far that I cou-

 “- Jungkook? Quicker please.”

 Yes, fuck.

  She was almost like the combination between the blue sky and the freshness of a Sunday morning, as much ridiculous as it sounds. She had a beautiful straight black hair which contrast with her light brown skin tone topped with freckles under her dark and deep eyes. She was beautiful and if I didn't know better, I would say she's a goddess.

 “- Jungkook.”, she began with a low and melodic voice.

“- Princess.”

“- You guys know each other?”, my mom peeked her head through the open door of the kitchen.

“- Yeah, I think you can say that.”, she replied with the most beautiful smile I ever know, “Oh fuck, I forgot my purse.”

“- No no no no no, you are staying here.”

“- Jungkook, do you trust me?”

“- I do, of course I do.”

“- Then you’ll wait.”           “- Do you promise to come back?”

“- I promise Jungkook.”  She let go of my hand, that she grabbed in some moment I don’t remember, and got back to her car running.

                    CHOOSE YOUR ENDING

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[jkstories]

Morpho│Jungkook 4

18 YEARS OLD

Being a Senior in High School is fucking bullshit. You studied at least 6 hours per day, you have no real support and everyone, or is depressed and doesn't give a fuck, or is smoking weed and living their best life.

I'm the depressed type, what about you?

 4 years have gone since it happened what happened and I still feel confused. The whole "wait for me" got attached to me and I still can't get over it so I learned to live with it.

If I still have hope to see her? Yes.

Maybe I'm insane? Probably.

I've changed completely. At my hometown, everyone talked about this sweet boy who lost his best friend and got traumatized and could never walk down those streets, so they moved states, but the real reason was the bigger job opportunity to my parents.

With nothing to do I cut my hair, pierced my ears, and even wear my hair back. Morpho wouldn't believe if I told her. Fuck, how I miss her. I hope she's proud of who I became.

I have lots of what you call “friends”. Actually, tones of them. I get good grades, and I wear lots of black tones.

I got darker in the brightest way possible. I lost myself along the way, I would say, but it doesn't matter. There wasn't much to lose anyway.

 I made a real new friend. His name is Min Yoongi. He's older but worse than me. He knows everything, from the first meet to the last and he even fucking cried when I told him. I think he misses you too. Is that possible? Missing something you never had? It must be.

 English class were the best. We had the best teacher we could have and it was easy. Yoongi sleeps in every class but this. I listen music every single class but this. It's different because you actually learn something new, you know? The rest is just trash.

 "- Today I want you all to write a letter, or a story or even a documentary if you want, to anybody, to anything, or even to yourself. But it must have some truth in it, like a truth story. Doesn’t need to be all of it, just a part. And yes, it's supposed to be cheesy."

 I felt Yoongi's hand touching my shoulder so I quickly turned so I could face him.

 "- Are you doing what I think you are doing?"

"- Do you want me to write you a letter?"

 In some weird way, Yoongi pretended to feel flattered.

 "- Oh I feel flattered by being one of your choices but, please don't.", ending up with his typical sarcastic face.

"- Then, you have your answer."

 Yoongi raised his hand.

 "- Yes Min Yoongi?"

"- Can we write for a death person?"

 If it was possible to kill with your eyes, Yoongi would be already dead in that moment.

 "- I'll repeat again, anybody, anything or even yourself. Being that person death, alive or coming. Understood Yoongi?"

"- And… is there any limit of words?"

"- Write a book if you want, I'll read regardless of the size.", The teacher said turning to the board once again.

"- Thank you teacher.", he said before sitting

"- Did you need to be THAT obvious?"

"- Now everyone will think my mom is dead." Yoongi responded putting his face on the palm of his hands, pretending to cry.

"- And one more thing, I want it next class." - she faced the class with her right eyebrow up - "And finished, understood class?"

"- Yes teacher", everyone said in a quick but quite beautiful sound.

 It ranged. We all walked out from class and got ready to go home.

 "- I'll see tomorrow in the game, right?”, I nod, “See you soon brother." Yoongi said walking away in the opposite direction of me.

"- See you Yoongi.", I said before walking away, "- Yoongi?"

He faced you "- Uh?"

"- This is going to sound awkward and really random but... I love you man. That's it." - I faced the ground

"- I love you too, Jungkook. And that's not awkward, that's affection asshole."

 I'm glad he understood. Fuck. That felt good.

 I got to my black car and drove home. The house had some kind of vanilla scent, almost like it was Christmas. I kissed my mom's forehead, said hi to my dad and then head to my room.

 My room had lots of versions until the one it is now. At first it was all white with white furnisher, now is painted in blue and white tones with the most random and not-matching furnisher. I sat down on my black chair, grabbed a piece of paper and started written the English presentation or whatever you want to call it.

This is what it looked like:

 Hi Móre,

It's been a while, isn’t it?

How are you? Have you been eating? Do you take your pills correctly? Have you been taking care of your scar? Do you miss me? Are you having lots of mac and cheese?

There's nothing I wish as much as to be next to you.

I have so many questions for you that I don't know where to start but I'll leave that for another time.

You always wished me to get more extroverted, so I did. I entered the basketball team, I now go to parties, I unfortunately drink a lot, I meet girls every day, and I even pierced my ears.

I got a new friend, but like, a real one. His name is Min Yoongi and he's fucking sick. I think you will love him. Will you ever know him? You told me you were.

I have everything I ever dreamed of having. My parents are more present. I even think I'm getting beautiful like what? I met some girls who I really like but there wasn’t any who I loved. Oh, and I have a dog named Chade.

But something feels out of hand.

I miss you. God, how I miss you.

I remember the promises we made. The ones who keep me alive. Will you keep them? Do you remember them? Are you even reading this?

Stop crying please. I know it's hard. Believe me. I know it's fucking hard, but I'll find you, I promise.

After you left me I asked your parents about the meaning of your name.

I like it. You always like butterflies so it makes sense. Blue Morpho. Morpho.

I miss calling you Móre. I fucking miss you every single day of my life and I'm still waiting. I'll always wait. I promise.

 I'm sorry I never said it to you but I truly love you.

from your forever prince,

Jungkook

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Morpho │ Jungkook 3

14 YEARS OLD

5 years have gone and everything was going pretty well. Morpho wasn’t tired of me being me, I got less shy and the scar in Morpho's jaw line was getting better, thanks to my skills due to the years I spent watching my mom healing others.

 I spent 15 minutes with Morpho on the phone, while playing overwatch, trying to convince her that going to a party late at night wasn't a good idea, but still she insisted.

“- Jungkook, you kno-w I won’t go to the party witho- you and so you really need to come with me.”, the connection wasn't the best due to the poor location of my room, but I could still listen to some Queen’s song on her background.

“- I don’t even know Alice that much.”

“- That’s the point Jungkook. C’mon, there’s foo-, and dogs. We get the best o-wo worlds. Please!  Jungkook?”

“- I can’t go. My mom said no.” That was a total lie.

“- Yesterd-, you told you w- alone the whole weekend. Your mom doesn’t even know about this party.”

 Indeed she couldn't be more right. I was alone the whole weekend, actually the whole week, and she was the only one to actually care about it.

 “- NO! I lost again, damn.", Game over was heard from my computer. I lost the eight round only because Morpho was always distracting me, "Still, I don’t want to.”

“- My mom will leave me in yours around 7:30”

“- Móre, no.”

“- Love you too.”

 She was the purest and cutest person I know. I regret never telling her “i love you” back. I couldn’t. It’s was always too weird for me unlike her, who would say it every single time.

 It was about 7:19 pm, when Morpho knocked at the door, wearing a cute black shinning dress cut down to her knees and her hair twisted into a bun.

 “- You look beautiful, lik-“

“- Thank you Jungkook, you as well.”

 She knew I wasn't good with words but still I was nothing compared to her. I had some jeans and a white shirt. I was really nothing compared to her. I couldn’t stop thinking about how beautiful she was. But then she continued.

 “- I don’t like the dress." she paused. "No." - she rectify while entering the house and waving to her mom - "I like the dress but it doesn’t look good on me. I wish I could change bodies with someone. Just for a day. That would be fucking insane.”

“- Says the one who was love yourself written on their forehead.”

 She rolled her eyes.

 “- You know Jungkook, I really do love myself. My personality. My laugh. My way of walking. My friends. My life. But..."

"- But?" I said waving and closing the door behind her.

"- I frankly don’t like my body. That’s all." her eyes lowed like the low tide and her face closed just for a couple of seconds being immediately replace with a smile. "But I’ll get there eventually. What about you?” she asked seating on the high bench.

“- I don’t know. I just don’t care.”

“- For someone like you it must be easy.”, she played with her fingers.

“- What you mean by that?” – I said while tickling her arm

“- Hey, sto- Jungkook”, she said laughing and leaning to my shoulder, “Like I was saying, you are beautiful. Have beautiful eyes, soft hair, big hands and sing like an angel.”

 I freezed. I was nothing like that. My eyes were small, my hair is frizzy, my fingers are really ugly and she barely heard me sing. The only times I sang for her was on the phone, when she couldn’t sleep or when I hummed no-sense songs to nobody.

“- I would say you are in love with me if I didn’t know you.” – I joked with her still tickling her arm.

“- And what if I am?” , she said turning her head to me and almost looking to my soul, “- What if I love you? Is that bad?”

“- No, absolutely not. It’s…good, I guess”

“- Don’t worry, I will only ask you to marry me in our thirties.

“- Good then.” – I reply when she returned her head to my shoulder.

 We stayed there, with her head in my shoulder and my fingers playing with hers for around 30 minutes and because Alice’s house was so close to mine, we decided to walk.

Moré got off the bench and smooth her dress with both hands. Right when she glanced at me, I noticed the slight coloration on her lips. It was a reddish tone that excel her eyes in some beautiful and almost artistic way. I placed my phone on the right pocket of my jeans and the keys on the other.

 “- Are you ready?” I asked her while she applied another layer of lipstick looking to the mirror on the leaving room.

“- I think so. Do I look ready?”

“- You always look ready.”

“- That’s a good compliment actually. Thank you.”

“- You’re welcome princess.”

 I gave her full access to my arm that was immediately involve by her hands. I felt like a married guy and I surprisingly liked the feeling more than I should. I wish she would ask me to be her husband sooner.

We walked to Alice’s house that was field with balloons and cars at the entrance. Morpho started walking faster and pushed me by the arm, encouraging to do something I really didn’t want to. At the door were some of my friends, I suppose, and Alice, the birthday girl, who waved at us. Morpho responded with a peace sign and looked at me forcing me to do the same. I just waved and followed her lead.

The party was good. Morpho split juice on herself twice, she played with Star and Moon, Alice’s dogs, she ate tons of food until she felt full and slept on my lap. It’s was a beautiful night until it stopped being beautiful.

It was around 2 am, away to far from my bed sleep time, so I woke Moré up, so we could leave.

Moré said goodbye to everyone in the party, petted the dogs one last time, stool a bag of chips and talked French to Alice’s father (who came from France recently).

“- So, do you regret coming to the party?”, Morpho asked me with my hands on hers while walking down the street.

“- I don’t regret it but I bet my mom’s mac and cheese is better than Alice’s.”

Morpho stop in the middle of the road and started running back to the house.

“- Your mom should do me that mac and cheese when we get home. I forgot for my purse, wait two seconds.” , the last part of the sentences was a small whispered due to the distance.

I sat on the ground and greeted everyone who passed on the road until I heard her again but still from far.

“Jungkook? Jungk- WHAT THE FUCK, GET OUT, GIVE ME THAT FUCKER” - 2 seconds of silence were heard while I ran as fast as could.

Everything was fine.

She was standing with a smile on her face. She had a little rip on dress and two tears on her cheeks. I was about 2 meters from her.

“- Jungkook?”

“- Are you okay princess?” I started to walk towards her.

“- That motherfucker stole something from me.”

“- Don’t cry love, I’ll buy you a new purse, I promise”

Half a meter.

“- He stole something bigger Jungkook.”

And she fell on the ground.

“- MORPHO!”

I don’t think I can ever erase her face from my mind. Her eyes were shinning, her lips were radish and her hair still on a ponytail.

It was so silent. In a cold night of summer, the love of my life was stabbed because she wouldn’t let go from her purse.

I got my phone and pressed 911.

“- The ambulance is coming. You’ll be fine but I need to put pressure and it may hurt, yes, okay love?”

“- Jungkook”, I took my shirt and pressed it into the wound - "Jungkook, I need you to look to me.”

”- You are not going to say goodbye.“

”- Jungkook, you need to let me die.“

”- What are you saying Morpho? They are almost here I promise.“

”- JUNGKOOK, LOOK AT ME"

Tears were rolling down our faces.

“- Jungkook, do you trust me?”

“- Morpho, is just two more minutes. I promise.”

“- Do you trust me Jungkook?”

“- I do, fuck, of course I do”

Her hands were now over my colored red hands.

“- Then wait for me. I’ll back, I promise.”

“- What are you saying? You are going nowhere. You’ll stay here with me.”

“- Promise me you’ll wait for me. Jungkook, please.”

I pushed my bangs back, I never felt so nervous, and desperate in my lifetime.

“- I promise. Fuck. I promise.”

“- Now do the Romeo and Juliet thing.”

“- What the fuck. Morpho, you’ll get to the hospital and you’ll be fine. They’ll take care of you. I promise.”

“- Jungkook kiss me for fuck’s sake!”

“- No! I’ll take you to your favorite restaurant, then I will buy you a new purse, then I’ll make the mac and cheese you want to taste, and only then, when you feel comfortable I’ll kiss you.”

The street lights were weak but I could see her pale skin and her pale lips. She laughed at what I said following with some warning coughs.

“- Jeon Jungkook you are the most beautiful, kind and generous human being I ever meet.”

And then, in one motion she kissed me. My first kiss. Her fingers passed one last time through my hair and it ended.

No more phone calls until 3 am. No more I love you’s. No more piggyback rides. No more of her. And no more of me.

She’s gone, and I lost the only good thing it was left in me.

It took no more that 5 minutes to the ambulance arrive. The white shirt turned into red. My ugly fingers turned red. My face was painted with red. And my life turned to be even dark. A dark board to be painted and a ripped blank page of a book to be written.

I should’ve done better. I should’ve done more. I should’ve kept you from getting to that party. Or I should’ve let you sleep for more 3 minutes. We should’ve argued about playing hide and seek. I should’ve kissed you sooner. I should’ve loved you sooner.

I should but I didn’t do anything.

I was nothing without her.

I turned myself into nothing.

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Morpho│Jungkook 2

9 YEARS OLD

On a sunny Tuesday afternoon, after one more playful day at school, my parents were again late to pick me up, so Morpho’s parents took me to their house.

It was getting dark and starting to cool down but nobody could stop us both from playing.

 “- Let’s play hide and seek.”, she suggested, guiding me to her garden.

“- You’ll win me, you always do.”, She laughed in my shoulder by the soft pout in my face. Most of the time, I let her win because, as much selfish it sounds, she really loves to win.

“- I’ll make it easy for you, but just this time.”, she smiled and patted my head.

It took less than 1 minute and she was already hiding, and only after I started counting from 1 to 10.

 “- 1, 2, 3, 4-“

“- JUNGKOOK!”, she screamed from the back of the house.

 After hearing the call of help I ran as fast as my body would let me. I thought she was playing with me but that wasn't the case. There was a scar close to her jaw line, blood in only half of her face, tears scrolling down her checks rose and her hands were blood red. I hardly picked her up and entered the house whispering every two seconds 'everything is going to be fine'. Quickly her parents noticed and took care of her wound but meanwhile I still couldn’t stop crying.

 “- Don’t worry Jungkook, it was not your fault. Do you want to help me with this?”

 Morpho's mom was the opposite of her daughter. Straight hair and dark eyes but the world which Morpho knew was the same as hers.

 Morpho was sat down in a high chair so her mom could reach her. She smoothly pointed me Móre’s hands and so I did what I was asked to do. Hold her hands like they were the most fragile and precious thing in the world. She seemed calmer than before.

 “- Mom?” – she murmured to her mom after feeling her last tear fall.

“- Yes, love?”, her mom continued to apply some thick base to her wound while her dad searched for some stitches.

“- Can we still play in the background?”, Morpho's eyes started to shine again and ready to shed another tear.

“- No more playing, let’s play inside.”- I said while holding her hands even harder.

“- Don’t worry Jungkook, you two can still play, but less running, okay?”, her mom smiled and placed her hand above mine.

“- But I still prefer playing inside.”

“- I want to play outside.”

 Neither one of us got to play whenever they wanted. We were always in disagreement but we end up sleeping upstairs after eating the most delicious mac and cheese I ever tasted, (don’t tell my mom please). My parents didn’t come that day.

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