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Not Actually Bonsai — by Nightscape Persona

Hey, there! It’s been some time. Life happens, I guess. But… thought it’d be fitting to finally share the premise of this little something with the world. This was written way before Right Place, Wrong Person, but “Lost” seems to capture the starting place of our character Namjoon in this scene. So here it goes. Enjoy the first chapter!

Pairing: Namjoon x OFC (Original Female Character)

Genre: Fluff, perhaps some existentialism angst (minimal), bonsai-owner Namjoon, non-idol AU

Word count: 729

Summary: He needed something to retrieve his sense of self. Something that could help him feel like himself again, lively and alive. Something to bloom back into himself. And to avoid killing his bonsai along the way. When he enrolls in a bonsai workshop to prevent the impending death of his leafy children at his own hands, he does not expect something else to bloom into his heart.

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Not Actually Bonsai — by Nightscape Persona

Chapter 1: “Where he’s fucking lonely”

"I'm fucking lonely," he huffed as his brain pondered why he was feeding his bonsai tree a fertilizer—no, no, a growth promoter—more expensive than his own coffee.

He stared at his soil-ridden hands.

Like, he wasn’t lonely. As in, he had friends. But… he was lonely. Sometimes.

That's why he had his trees.

It’s not about the craving-human-company type of loneliness. The humans-are-complicated type of loneliness. He loved his humans.

Like sure, trees don't treat you like a dirt bag one day and then come back the other demanding you be their personal happiness dispenser. And ATM. Well, the latter was still true for his trees (hello, overpriced growth promoter). But anyways.

That’s not what he meant.

It was about how sometimes a deep, cold gust of overwhelming loneliness and desperation crawled into his days. The loneliness-of-being-a-human-on-the-journey-of-existence sort of loneliness.

Feelings were felt.

Yes, sometimes he came into a looming sense of just being floating around life.

People were busy. He was busy. His little moments of free time were encapsulated into scrolling pills, working pills, surviving pills, trying to fill up time somehow and just feel—less lost. Less empty.

The mundanity of it all was crushing. He felt disconnected. Like a useless limb.

He needed something to retrieve his sense of self. Something that could help him feel like himself again, lively and alive. Something to bloom back into himself.

Hence why he decided to start his bonsai project.

He had already come to own one or two dear plants before this experiment. Like his little plum blossom. Now his house was full of them, and he wasn’t exactly keeping them alive.

Sacrilege, what his care had been doing to jjin-jjin. That’s his Chinese juniper. How he came into custody of that 16-year old beauty he will never come to fathom.

Anyways.

He had to become a better plant dad.

Speaking of which.

He was running late.

The workshop.

He would not throw the entire paycheck it cost him by missing the bonsai workshop that would turn him from a destruction menace for his trees to a master of the arts. Hopefully.

The workshop implied talking to people, though.

Not that he disliked it or was bad at it. It’s just that he, the introvert, had been spending so much time in a recluse corner of the internet or his mind or his house trying to find himself that he forgot how to be a social being—which is all an art of its own. As happens. You know, the awkwardness and all. Introvert stuff.

It wouldn't kill him for a few hours. It normally didn’t, to be out and about socializing for a bit. But… But… But at the end of the day he always wished to return to his recondite corner of trees, books, and music to live his days happily away in the existential search for his self and the release of his emptiness.

Only acceptable interruptions coming from Jungkook or Moni. Preferably Moni.

Anyways.

He’s heard it that being around people and nature diminishes the hopelessness. Perhaps it would.

It could be a good day.

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On the other side of town, she was getting ready to face the world, rise and shine, embrace the day, carpe diem and all that jazz.

She fixed herself before the entryway mirror one last time. Tried to tuck her seemingly incorrigible baby hairs behind her ears. Almost dropped her barely-making-it cherry blossom bonsai off the entryway table before said mirror in the process.

It was just a workshop.

With people.

A workshop with other people.

People.

She didn’t hate people. She liked people. It’s just she wasn’t quite very good with them. Finding the right thing to say, leading a conversation, meandering along the corners of awkward questions and the not-knowing-what-to-say-next… It was an art, and she admired those who had no problem with it.

She was not very deft in such art, which she’d now have to engage in for more or less her entire morning.

Just as she was not deft in the art of the green thumb. Her lovely once-blossoming now-wilting Japanese flowering cherry bore witness to her lack of skill. She didn’t even remember its variety.

Hence why she was on her way to said workshop.

She accepted her fate and bid her half-dead cherry blossom goodbye.

“The things I do for you, my love.”

Almost comically, a flower broke off a twig, dramatically swaying down to the earth on the pot.

“Well, at least you have new bulbs coming up. That’s a second chance, isn’t it?”

She caressed the trunk of her little tree.

She’d have to be a better tree mom.

She closed the door to her apartment, making haste for the workshop that promised her the flourish of her bonsai-keeping skills… and perhaps even more.

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One Guitar, Tangerine Breadcrumbs, and a Golden Afternoon — Yoongi Drabble

Aaaaand... this is a Yoongi drabble I’ve been keeping in the draft trunk. Just a soft kind of afternoon.

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader, Yoongi x OFC

Genre: Fluff (no particular AU but he’s still a musician)

Word count: 833

Recommended Songs: Golden Hour — JVKE; People — Agust D

Summary: A golden afternoon. One rooftop. Tangerine breadcrumbs. Two fools. One guitar. OR: “Guide me.” He uttered the two words so lowly that they rumbled against her ear.

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The afternoon had been spent away on the rooftop, amid billows of laughter and questions back and forth. She loved learning about him, hearing him talk.

The garden swayed with the wind, and she swayed with infatuation.

Though it was more than that now.

The golden hour stretched its fingers over their two bodies, feet apart from each other, sitting on the same bench. Still two awkward for close contact, yet budging closer by the minute.

She then had the great idea to remind him of the guitar.

His guitar.

A black guitar he brought with him. Because he was going to practice on the rooftop. To strum away his afternoon. Albeit the only thing that was strummed away was his heart, away into her gaze.

A black guitar against the bench. Crumbles of tangerine shortcake on the floor.

Anyways. She reminded him of his forgotten trinket. Maybe he’d prick the strings for her.

Or maybe not.

Yoongi asked if she played. Which was dumb, because he knew she did.

She answered yes, wondering why he’d ask that.

He asked her to play.

That’s not what she had in mind. Still, she picked up the instrument, handling it like you would an ancient artifact.

As if it was most fragile.

Most fragile, like her regard for his regard of her.

Most fragile because it was his, and he let her place her hands on it. Like he’d let her place them on his soul.

Maybe she was an exception, or maybe he let others do this too. Borrow his guitar. Play the strings for him. Tug at his heartstrings just a bit.

So she started to strum some chords. A loose melody that would maybe grow into a song. She wasn’t sure yet how the lyrics would go. Perhaps something about tangerine bread and golden afternoons.

Suddenly, he was moving to sit behind her, leaning forward on her back. He smiled at her over her shoulder, as if to look at her play from over there.

She looked at him in bewilderment. Was he really going to watch her play like this?

His next move surprised her even further. He put his arms around her and moved his fingers to delicately graze hers.

No, Yoongi was going to play with her.

As if close ain’t close enough.

“Guide me.”

He uttered the two words so lowly that they rumbled against her ear.

He smelled of coffee and cologne. Delectable, the americano he had been sipping before. Intoxicating, the smell of him.

“You of all people are asking me to guide you?,” she laughed, leaning back on his chest and shoulder, trying to conceal her nervousness. “You know, on the instrument you already know how to play?”

“Not with you. You make me forget everything I think I know.”

He brushed the words against her hair. Leaned his head against hers.

Her stomach plummeted. Her heart did a somersault.

And something changed in the air.

And it called for both of them to suddenly turn serious. Her throat ran dry, a heaviness falling over her limbs. Her heart hummingbirding in her chest.

The laughter gone, her tremulous fingers reached for his own on the guitar. His eyes traced her hands’ movement. She covered his fingers with hers, and led him along the chords.

It was a little bit awkward, and the notes didn’t come out quite right. But she kept going. She gently lifted his fingers and placed them around the strings. For the comfort of brushing his fingers, which had gone cold, just like hers, with the air growing colder and the sudden nervousness that settled in them both.

Was she afraid? Why was she so… insecure? Nervous?

The fear of something new.

The atmosphere teeming with growing feelings, unnerving realizations, and unsaid words. It ought to be.

Eventually, Yoongi just clasped his hands in hers, and she closed her eyes, against him. The evening was too cold to feel his warmth against her back, but she felt it all around her. Both opened their eyes to an orange sun falling in between the gray clouds and the city lights starting to glint beyond the rooftop.

There in the cold evening, they claimed a moment from time.

It was not just the prickling warmth of the March sun on their cheeks. Or the chilly wind messing with their hair. Or the temperature dropping as the sun continued sinking down.

It’s the way she felt, pressed up against him.

The future which was uncertainly certain. The peace of finding something that feels right, someone who feels right.

The quietness.

The chaos.

The beating of her heart.

The beating of his own.

The whirlwind of found feelings coming down into their rightful places. Of realizing that she belonged with him. Everything happening at once.

He resumed the strumming, softly. She felt herself breathe. He smiled against her neck.

Everything would be alright.

He was hers. She was his.

A sunset changing from orange to red.

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Update about Part 2 of Fly V to the Moon

(Yes, Part 2!)

Hello, dear readers!

If you read Chapter 27 of Fly Me to the Moon, you’re probably aware that this fanfic is now finished.

Woooo!

Part 1, that is!

Part 1 of Fly V to the Moon is finished, but there is an upcoming Part 2.

I decided to split the whole fanfic into two parts for several reasons.

The most important reason is that this fic has already grown into a monster beyond what I envisioned, and I am still missing one arch of their story. Like, it’s over 50k words? And there’s still more? Let’s be real, if I continue writing the entire story as one huge thing, who’s gonna read that?

These 27 chapters can pretty much stand on their own as the journey of our OFC and our V coming together. They could be its own thing. That’s why I made the choice of finishing this first arch and doing the other as one separate fic. Part 2, then, will follow them into that second arch of their story, their relationship.

I think this will lessen the burden on you readers and on me. On you, of waiting for new chapters and never seeing the end of it. On me... I’m not gonna lie. It makes me terribly anxious to think that people will not read a 50-ish chapter thing, even if chapters are super short and digestible.

Anyways.

Like I said, some of my favorite chapters I haven’t even written yet! There’s so much to explore. I’m truly excited to delve into the development and intricacies of their relationship.

This new arch will also explore some angst, which is another reason I made this choice: to keep the beginnings of their relationship as fluffy and angst-free as possible!

Making a pause here also means that I can work on some other smaller fics and one-shots I have planned. For example, for Namjoon and Yoongi. So, keep an eye open for other little things!

So…

Thank you for reading Part 1! Thank you for your support! Specially those of you who have come by to like each post! From the bottom of my heart, thank you, thank you, thank you! Thank you for supporting my first fanfic endeavor! It’s been a joy.

Nightscape Persona over and out! I’ll see you in Part 2! ;)

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Spoilers and crumbs below!

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More toast, street food date, both of their birthday surprises (October and December), domesticity, Lia attends concert, a fireplace scene, more paintings by Lia, Klimt’s family embrace, a trip, Travel With Me, a little bit of angst, airport run-away scene, Killing Me Softly, Paris, the Orsay and more Monet. Happy ending, of course. Go to archive of our own for a preview chapter. Beware, as it is angsty.

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Fly V to the Moon - Ch. 27

“The one where he wants to be where she is”

Aaaaand... this is the end of Part 1 of Fly V to the Moon. I’ve decided to split this journey into two parts, as we have come a long way, but there’s still so much I have left to write. I think these 27 chapters can stand well on their own, as they tell the journey of Lia and our Tae coming together. But! There’s more to the story! Some of my favorite future chapters have not been written yet. I’ll announce Part 2 soon, but in the meantime, enjoy these 27 little things. Twenty-seven chapters for our almost 27 year-old. Every like and every read you’ve given to this little piece of my heart has genuinely, truthfully, sincerely meant a lot! :) Thank you for flying to the moon with us.

Pairing: Taehyung x OFC

Genre: Fluff, Idol AU, Coffee Shop AU, Café Singer OFC, Slow Burn

Warnings: Light swearing, but it’s all for banter. Again, this is fluff.

Word count: 2.2k (Usually short chapters!)

Recommended Songs: Christmas Tree — V; Easy Love — Pentatonix; Sunflower — Harry Styles; Fly Me to the Moon — covered by Suhyun; L.O.V.E. — covered by Suhyun .

Summary: She’s a foreign elementary school teacher by day, a charming singer by night. Taehyung and company discover her at a small garden jazz café where she had a gig one night, only to find out from Jin that she was an arts teacher at a local school in Seoul — Jin's nephew and niece’s teacher, in fact. Taehyung finds himself on a surprise adventure to the moon.

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Chapter 27: The one where he wants to be where she is

It was the day of the Winter Farewell Show.

A Friday in the second week of March.

Showtime was drawing near by the minute, and Lia was doing what you’re supposed to before a show: wait and try to calm down.

That day they had been waiting in a small ward across the terrace. Across the garden on the compound of the café that had been recently refurbished. Though most of it had been adapted as a gallery and private rooms for distinguished guests, a ward had been kept as a dressing room for invited artists.

Funnily enough, as soon as she’d walked into the café earlier that afternoon, she had been notified of a gift awaiting her in the dressing room.

An arrangement of flowers.

A bouquet of sinuous shimmer roses, apricot peonies, and peach carnations, adorned with fluffy bunny tail grass.

An exquisite bouquet with a small card attached to it that bore a message from none other than…

Taehyung (HeR bOyfRiEnD).

It was not handwritten by him, but it was heartfelt.

          Since I cannot be where you are.

                                                     —V

She had gone bananas internally. Her bandmates had gone bananas externally, and she had no other choice but to tell them. That he’d sent the flowers, of course.

Not anything else. She still hadn’t told them about what happened after their date. All they knew was that it went very well. No one knew they’d met again. Not even Jihyo knew they were now on official terms. She wasn’t sure it was a good idea to let so many people into their little thing yet. Or ever perhaps. Even if they were as see-through as glass.

So that’s as far as she’d told them, that he’d sent the flowers.

And they went even more bananas.

She too was over the moon and floating on helium, but a little thorn threatened to spike into her balloon whenever she had to say that no, he wouldn’t make it to the show. The balloon also threatened to fly her higher and higher whenever they teased her about it, because, yes, her boyfriend had sent her flowers and she was giddy as fuck.

Anyways. That had been over an hour earlier.

It was now twenty minutes till three in the afternoon of a warm-ish Friday in the second week of a thawing March. The rush of adrenaline before a new show was settling in, and Lia was trying to assuage her nerves.

She was currently caressing the meanders of a carnation flower as she quietly sang one song.

“And I’ll tell you…”

Focused on the pretty flower and her thoughts. On the song—his song—that spoke, amusingly, of thoughts thought by her.

Focused on the person it brought back memories of.

“A million little reasons...”

Too focused to hear the half-muffled expression uttered by her bandmate. 

“Oh my go—!”

Muffled as if something covered her mouth. Or something. Perhaps a hand.

Typical banter among the band.

The door creaked shut as feet shuffled around it.

“I’m falling for your eyes.”

Still, she continued singing. She was used to the noise and the quiet and the going and coming before a show. And she had nerves to dampen, so she paid them no mind.

“I just want to be where you are.”

What took her out of the reverie of sinuate petals and the soft song and warm thoughts was someone clearing his throat right behind her.

Someone she immediately recognized.

But it couldn’t be.

Her finger stopped tracing the flower.

The room was absolutely silent. Like everybody else had left, which was normal.

Except for the sound of gentle breathing behind her.

No.

It couldn’t be.

“Then it’s good I made it to where you are.”

No way.

Lia turned around in a heartbeat to his tall figure clad in brown before the door, a grin plastered on his face.

“What—but what—how—you’re—?”

Such eloquence.

“What are you doing here? Oh my god!”

She ran across the tiny room, and much to her dismay, he pulled her into a bear hug, belly laughing at her astonishment, as her voice went higher and higher.

You’d think they’d know each other for years, judging from how Taehyung had enfolded her inside his arms so tightly, almost crushing her, and how she had wrapped her own arms around his torso in response, zero resistance, happily letting herself be swayed from side to side by him, cheeks squished against his shoulder. A waft of his cologne hit her right in the face. One more thing she didn’t need to feel absolutely intoxicated.

She could stay there forever, you know. But she was in disbelief and required to know how his act of presence was even possible.

She broke off the hug, though still very much clinging to Taehyung, ogling him with eyes of wonder.

“How—you’re here—how is this possible?”

His eyes mirrored her merriment.

“Are you not supposed to be in—across the world?”

They were so close. She could see the mole below his eye as he shrugged.

“Well, we had a gap in our schedules and I asked if I could run away for a few hours.”

She just gawked at him. He was not a holo, but he seemed like one. As if she blinked, the illusion would disappear.

“So here I am.”

She was in pure disbelief.

“For a few hours.”

That was more than enough.

His face was only centimeters away. His face, which was very much real, and very much there right in front of her. Her hands wanted to cup his cheeks, and she let them.

His eyes glinted at her touch.

“Are you crazy?”

A mellow laughter.

“Maybe. But I couldn’t miss this. Seeing you on your favorite show yet.”

She ignored the awareness in her brain that he’d flown halfway across the world for a few hours to see her. She ignored it or she would go as insane as he was for doing such a thing.

“My flight leaves at 4.”

He was there. So close.

Irradiating heat. Gazing at her. Beaming at her. Holding her.

“4 in the morning?”

She took notice of his rosewood lips.

“Yes.”

His own eyes trailed over hers, mimicking her, like an echo.

She felt compelled to kiss him.

She was frozen in place—because of disbelief or excitement or nervousness or his handsome face being only inches away or his arms all around her, or everything at once—, but she felt an irresistible force begging her to kiss him.

So she did.

As scared of someone walking into the room as she was. Of someone seeing them all up in each other’s square meter. Her hands cradling his cheeks. His hands cradling her waist.

She unthawed the rest of her body into movement and made her face budge towards his face.

He leaned to meet her in the middle.

Like petals.

Soft.

Smooth.

Carnations.

Just a brush.

It was just a peck.

But it made her stupidly giddy.

When their lips parted ways, turning to smiles against each other, she was surprised by their softness pressing against her temple. Which made her grow shy even if she was smitten by it.

It was all very new, that sort of affection.

She was loving it, but still could only look down at the ground. His eyes followed hers down.

He immediately took notice of her shirt, his grin increasing in radiance by a thousand suns.

Yes, she had chosen to wear his Monet shirt for that gig.

“You’re actually wearing it!”

He walked back to look at her, stretching her arms, but not letting go of her hands.

“How could I not! It’s just in time for spring!”

He laughed.

Someone knocked on the door, taking them out of their little moment.

They dropped out of each other’s hands. For good measure.

“Teeeeen minutes for the shoooow!”

Gayeon.

They waited to see if she would come in. Apprehension in their faces. The door didn’t open.

“I should go grab my seat,” he said, shifting his feet towards the door.

A matter wandered through Lia’s brain.

“Taehyung.”

“Yes?,” his eyes turned to Lia, interest piqued by her serious tone.

“It’s better if no one sees us, right? To keep it between as few people as possible. Isn’t it?”

He sighed, but nodded.

“Well. Yes. Of course. For our privacy,” he pointed his finger between them. “But if you trust them, I don’t see why you shouldn’t tell your band.”

He moved his hand to tuck a curl of hair behind her ear.

“Okay.”

He smiled then.

“I’ll see you then.”

She gestured towards the bouquet.

“Thank you for the—.”

His eyes widened.

“Oh! I almost forgot!”

He started patting around his coat, quite earnestly. Quite comically.

Lia was giggling now.

After some searching, he retrieved a small pearl card from a pocket inside the coat.

“Aha.”

Taehyung held it up triumphantly and handed it to Lia, ceremoniously. His own way of dealing with nerves, she supposed.

“Pretend it came with the bouquet. I wanted the card to be handwritten, but that would have been impossible, you know, given that I ordered it from another continent entirely and all.”

She turned it over.

          I just want to be where you are.

“But since I’m here now.”

She looked at him, fondness welling up inside her chest and hummingbirds fluttering around her belly.

His eyes were puddles of warmth, and she could get lost inside them. Fall inside them, just like Alice down the rabbit hole. She’d never stop falling for his eyes.

But someone knocked on the door again.

“Hello! I’m coming in!”

Jimin.

Of course.

The door opened a little bit.

“They told me to tell you it’s minus six minutes now,” Jimin smiled, peeking through the gap. “Hi!”

Lia giggled as she greeted him, sort of sheepish, sort of happy to see Taehyung had not come alone. Jimin walked in and went straight for a hug. A gentle hug that said many things.

“It’s nice to see you,” he said sweetly, letting go. “But I have to take your lovebird with me so you can go do your show now.”

He winked as he started to drag Taehyung outside of the room.

“Wait, wait, wait!,” Taehyung squawked.

“Okay, you have five seconds,” Jimin turned towards the corridor.

Taehyung rushed across the room to give Lia one more hug. She stopped him in his tracks and pecked his cheek.

“Thank you for the flowers!,” Lia said hurriedly, “I truly love them! And thank you for coming! I know it was—.”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world!”

“Aw,” Jimin added from the tiny hall.

She was blushing, she was sure.

“Good luck!,” he said.

“I love you!”

The words just poured out of her mouth like petals, easily, and his eyes sparkled at them.

“And thank you too, Jimin!”

Jimin came back to drag Taehyung out of the dressing room for real.

Lia pulled Taehyung in for a quick hug one last time before he was ushered away. His cologne hit her senses like a truck one more time.

“Sure! Happy to see you! See you after. You—”

He clasped Taehyung by the arm as he hurried to send her a flying kiss before he disappeared through the door, both men giggling like idiots.

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The show was a blur.

A blur of colors apricot and tangerine and cantaloupe and punch. Like the flower installations hanging and swiveling and swaying all around the café. Like the bouquet waiting in the other room. Like the afternoon colors gleaming in the sky above the garden.

A blur of songs about sunflowers and easy love and a little million reasons to fall in love with someone.

A blur of carnations and petal lips and bear hugs and hands cradling her face. 

She was ecstatic, and it had truly been one of her favorite shows until then. In part for the occasion, their repertoire, of course, but mostly due to the surprise. A fever dream.

All throughout the show she had glanced at the little low lit corner where he was, on the other side of the garden, and she couldn't help to feel that if she blinked, he would disappear in a heartbeat. But he didn’t.

He had come. 

A blur of words he’d said two weeks ago started echoing inside her mind.

But I will make time for you. If that’s what you’re asking.

He’d made time. He came.

I’ll try every time I can.

He had the chance to come, and he took it.

I will always pull through for you because I believe this is worth it.

All she’d asked was for him to care, and she would be there, no grudges to promises he couldn’t make nor keep. She didn’t expect… this. She didn’t expect this level of commitment (though it’s also called having money, cause those private jets sure ain’t cheap, you kno—shut up, Lia).

Here he was, coming through. Here he was on the first of many times where he would show her he cared. He had stayed true to those words, those little promises.

And so he would continue to do. That was what they would grow to have, an easy love, like the drip drop of water off old tile roofs after a monsoon.

She could see now the place he had made for her in the equation of his life.

And fireworks burst inside her chest.

Thus they said farewell to winter and welcomed spring.

New beginnings.

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