#and be like 'um actually i have '''narcissistic tendencies''' so could we please Not'

[gloriousmonsters]

hi hello just saw everything everywhere all at once and i am experiencing the temporary euphoria of remembering that in a fragmented and chaotic universe we must search for wonder make our own meaning and most importantly be kind

[theliteraryvampire]

Take Your Heart In Your Teeth (4/?)

Warnings: None!

Fandom: BBC Dracula (Dracula x Reader)

Author’s Note: I don’t really add that many descriptive details about the reader, because I’d like whoever’s reading this to be able to picture themselves. Also, in this chapter, I’ve essentially tried writing Dracula getting an erection as poetically as I could lol. Enjoy! As always, comments/criticisms/feedback/reblogs/likes are appreciated!

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6:57 am

Dracula: RENFIELD WILL PICK YOU UP AT 8:15. CONSIDER HIM YOUR PERSONAL DRIVER NOW.

7:14 AM

Me: I appreciate it, but that’s really not necessary. It’s only been a week, and I don’t want him to feel like he has to wait on me as well.

7:16 am

Dracula: DON’T BE SO STUBBORN. THIS WAY YOU’LL ALWAYS BE ON TIME, AND I DON’T WANT TO MISS A SECOND OF MY TIME WITH YOU.

I found myself rereading his last text over and over, and each time it gave my stomach butterflies. Realistically I knew that Dracula meant he wanted his memoirs finished as soon as possible, but I let myself fantasize a little, let myself imagine that he was attracted to me as well.

“I hope you know what you’re doing. It’s been a week, and you’re no closer to (Y/N) divulging anything useful than you were when she first started.”

“I know, Renfield,” Dracula admitted, fighting the overwhelmingly human urge to roll his eyes. “I’m trying a new tactic today. If I don’t get what I need, her blood will offer up anything she doesn’t.”

“Which is why I thought she would have been dead already.”

“You’re going to be late, Renfield,” Dracula answered, ignoring the statement. “And you know how much I hate it when she’s late.”

~~~

At 8:15 on the dot, Renfield pulled up, and I got in the back.

“Morning, (Y/N),” he said, looking at me through the rear view mirror. For an instant, he looked accusatory, like I had done something wrong, but he quickly looked to the road and pulled out.

~~~

I hung up my coat and started walking to the office, figuring today would be very much like all of last week, writing down everything Dracula said, joking with him and his endlessly vague questions, but instead, Dracula surprised me.

“I want to talk about you today, if that’s ok with you,” he said, leading me into his living room, which was equally as beautiful as every other room I had been in so far. Black wood furniture, an oriental rug, and a gold chandelier decorated this room, and I was met with the strangest feeling, like I had accidentally tripped my way into being royalty.

He sat down on the red velvet couch, crossing one leg over the other, and he looked expectantly at me, waiting for me to do the same. He somehow looked even better than he did all of last week, with a button up shirt tucked into dress pants, and though he wore the shirt casually again, with open buttons and the sleeves rolled up, he was also wearing suspenders. I thought that if I opened my mouth too wide, I would salivate all over his very expensive floor.

I sat down without saying a word, and he tilted his head and smiled, like he was trying to come off as innocent, as non threatening. 

“So, uh, before we begin, let me get this straight. You want me to talk about myself? Trust me, I am more than happy to make money by indulging in my narcissistic tendencies, but how does this help you, exactly?”

He laughed in a way that told me I was behind on the joke. “It actually helps me a great deal.”

“Ok, sure.” I took a steady breath. “Well, um, to start off I guess, I’m a Leo, if that matters at all. Um, I was born upstate but I moved to—”

“No,” he interrupted right away, and then catching himself, he added softly, “what I mean is, I want to know your work background. How you came to study what you do, myths, legends, lore, fables...where you’ve traveled to, what you’ve seen, for example.” 

“Oh!” I said, a little too loudly, trying to cover my embarrassment. “Sorry. Yeah, I can do that. So, growing up, I was a voracious reader, but I also excelled in history. When I got to college, I knew that I wanted to write, I knew that I loved research, and I knew that I loved history, and how different civilizations reacted to things they didn’t understand. From the unknown came lore, myths, and gods, and stories of the paranormal. I double majored in writing and history, and senior year, one of my professors was doing research in Norway, and he invited me along, thinking I could build a senior thesis from it. We went looking for the sunstone, thought to be a myth from the Viking age. As the story went, they would use a piece of Icelandic spar to navigate, and turns out, it wasn’t just a story at all. One of our colleagues found a piece of calcite in Alderney, in a sunken 16th century ship, and long story short, it actually works. It’s so cool. You hold up a chunk of Icelandic spar to the sky when it’s cloudy, and it helps locate the sun. I was one of the first to try it on that expedition and I thought I’d cry tears of joy! I...um,” but my voice died out when I looked at Dracula. I hadn’t realized I had been rambling.

“Um, anyways...yeah. Sorry. I don’t want to put you to sleep.” I looked down at my shoes, embarrassed yet again, but Dracula laughed. He actually laughed.

“Trust me, (Y/N),” he said, and he leaned forward and gently grabbed a hold of my chin, forcing me to look at him. His fingers were again ice cold, but I never wanted him to move his hand away. He stared me in the eyes, like he was imploring me to believe him. “Absolutely nothing you say could ever put me to sleep. Please continue.” With that, he laughed and let me go.

~~~

We talked and drank throughout the day, and I was surprised to find that he was quite easy to talk to. He was amiable, flirtatious, at points, and witty. He was also well traveled, a point we had in common, but I still wanted to know exactly what I had been hired for.

“Tell me the truth, Dracula,” I slightly slurred. “Why am I here? I haven’t done any writing for you at all today, and all we’ve talked about is me. I can’t be that exciting.”

“I suppose you could call me something of a...story collector.” He smiled to himself and leaned closer to me, trailing a finger across the back of my hand, giving me chills. It was almost embarrassing how much he had an effect on me. “I’ve spent time in Europe myself, as you well know. Perhaps I’m biased, but Romania, particularly, I found to have the best stories, and I too devoured the locals.”

“...the locals’ what?” I asked, after a second.

“Pardon?”

“You never finished your sentence. You said you devoured the locals’, and then you drifted off. Their legends, you mean?”

Dracula laughed and sat back, away from me, and I immediately missed the closeness. “Perhaps,” he answered, with a hint of a smile. “You’ve been to Romania?”

“I have.”

“And what did you find? Strigoi and Solomonar aside, of course,” he added with a smirk.

“Uh,” I said, trying to think back. It had been so long, and the vodka and flirtations I drank in all afternoon were going to my head. “I don’t quite remember...except that I fell at one point. Ask me tomorrow when I’m sober,” I smiled. Dracula’s eyes drifted from my face to my neck.

“Quite unfortunate.” He wasn’t smiling.

~~~

It was easy, though tedious, for Dracula to pretend being drunk. He had done it countless times to keep up appearances. This, though, had been his Plan C. The more he talked to (Y/N), the less he wanted to take the chance of drinking her blood, mostly because he wanted more than anything to keep her alive. Plan A had spectacularly failed though. (Y/N) had thought the whole psychological angle was a joke and she never took his questions seriously. Plan B didn’t work either. He had taken too long to bring up Romania today, fully content on just listening to her speak, and she had imbibed too much vodka to recall anything with clarity. So, Plan C it was. He just hoped he had the strength to pull away.

Slowly, he leaned closer to her, and with her beautiful eyes wide, he pushed her hair over her shoulder, exposing her exquisite neck. Her pulse was racing, and he smiled to himself. Her blood was so close, she was so close, her scent, so intoxicating, so potent… Dracula felt himself drawn in, more so by (Y/N) than his bloodlust, he vaguely thought, but he pushed that out his mind. Instead he leaned in, and pressing a kiss to her skin first to satisfy the need in his stomach, he bit down, right below her ear, and was immediately met with her scorching hot blood.

Euphoric, Dracula thought, and he couldn’t help but let out a moan. He gripped her neck tighter, wanting to bring her even closer, wanting to wrap himself around her, drown himself in her blood, drown himself in her. He wanted her in that moment, every piece, everything she was willing to give him, and he felt a stir in his lower abdomen, a feeling he hadn’t felt in centuries, a feeling he blissfully wanted to prolong, to be selfish with, but something was off. She was fighting against him. He could feel her muscles pull beneath him, trying to break free, but he wasn’t done, he greedily wasn’t done and he hated himself and the instantaneous guilt that was now tightly bounding his bones, but he tried calming her as best he could. He made her dream.

[fandomlife-giver]

Attack of the Lady Manager!: 2

Pairing: Eventual Kyoya x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1739

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'Oh crap! I've heard all about this girl and how she has a crazy obsession with some video game character and she's here now?! What if she sees me and recognizes me? Wait, I've never actually met her and hopefully, she hasn't seen my pictures either. Ah! I can't take a chance around her, not to mention she has a tendency to be a little controlling, or so I have heard.'

"Y/N?"

You hadn't realized that the moment you began to mentally panic, your body went stiff, your eyes wide, and you were clenching your teeth tightly together. Kyoya was staring at your strange behavior and quirked an eyebrow as he poked your arm with his quill pen.

"Y/N?"

The moment his voice reached your ears, you snapped out of your own thoughts and with a squeak, quickly hid behind Kyoya. His eyebrows shot up and when he tried to turn around, you gripped his shoulders and forced him to stay facing forward.

"Umm, Kyoya, may I please excuse myself to the kitchen?"

You didn't even give him time to answer as you quickly released him and made a break for him. However, when you heard a voice scream, you stopped in your tracks.

"No! Don't touch me! You're phony!"

Small gasps were heard from the hosts and you instantly turned around to see Tamaki, covering his face and staring wide-eyed at the girl.

"What do you mean...I'm phony?"

Pointing a menacing finger, she yelled in his face.

"Just what I said! You're phony! I find it hard to believe that someone like you is the prince character of this host club!"

With every word, Tamaki took a step backward with a horrified expression on his face.

She took a step forward, continuing her angered ranting.

"You shouldn't go spreading your love around like that so easily, you stupid! You must be a dim-witted narcissist! You're incompetent! You're a commoner! You're disgusting!"

'Oh my God, this girl is a lot.'

By the time her words finished wounding Tamaki, he was on the floor as if he had just been shot in the back several times. You couldn't take the wounded puppy look he had and stepped over to kneel down to him.

"Tamaki, are you okay?"

You placed a hand on his shoulder and he instantly tensed up.

"No..."

"I don't suppose you are..."

You glanced over your shoulder when Kyoya spoke and you found he was staring across at her. Then you heard an excited squeal and the second you turned your head back toward her, you regretted it.

"It's you, Kyoya!"

She came charging toward you and ended up trampling over Tamaki and pushing you out of the way, resulting in you colliding into the floor beside Tamaki.

'What the heck? She pushed me?'

You lifted your head and pushed yourself up. Not even a second after, there were two pairs of hands holding you up and got you standing.

"You okay, butterfly?"

With a sigh, you nodded, crossing your arms over your chest as you all watched the strange girl jump on Kyoya and wrap her arms around him.

"Oh, how I've longed to meet you! My one and only prince charming!"

The twins and you shared a confused look and you couldn't help but notice the identical look of confusion on Kyoya's face, even if it was for only a split second.

'I feel I should be worried about how this will play out.'

Hikaru furrowed his brows and lowered his voice so that only you and Kaoru could hear.

"Who is that girl?"

******

You choked on your cup of tea as you were tasting it.

"Fiance?!"

She had the biggest smile on her face as she nodded proudly at you who sat across from her.

"Of course. My name is Renge Hoshakuji and I'm transferring into Ouran Academy's first year, Class A tomorrow."

Putting a palm to your mouth to wipe the spilled tea off, you cleared your throat and gestured over to where Kyoya was in the room.

"So, you and Kyoya are engaged to be married?"

She vigorously nodded her head.

"Yes. You seem quite surprised, though. Shouldn't a commoner feel happy to hear news about love?"

You clenched your hand into a fist as you dryly laughed.

"I'm sorry, it's just that...Kyoya's never mentioned you to any of us before."

You placed your cheek in the palm of one hand as you picked up your cup again with the other.

"So, how exactly did you two lovebirds meet?"

Her smile grew bigger and she began giggling like a school girl as she stood up and outstretched her arms to the sky.

"Ours is a story of life at first sight. I couldn't resist the way you were adoring those flowers in the backyard when you thought no-one else was looking."

Your brows furrowed.

'The cold-hearted tax collector was adoring garden flowers?'

Your eyes went to Kyoya as he took a seat on the same spot on the couch that Renge was just sitting on.

"And how sweet it was when you reached out to that poor, injured little kitten."

The sound of a held back laugh came from you as you tried to picture what she was saying.

'Probably before taxing that cat for his service.'

You swallowed your laughter and glanced back at her.

"Um, are you serious? I mean, are you sure you don't have the wrong person?"

In a second, she was in your face, a flash of anger washing over her own face.

"No way! How could you say such a thing? I know my prince charming anywhere!"

You shrank back in your seat at her sudden closeness.

"He's a gentleman whose kind to everyone but doesn't ask for anything in return. He likes solitude, but in fact, sometimes he gets lonely."

At her last sentence, you tilted your head in thought.

'You know, she couldn't be more wrong, but then again, we don't really know that much about him. I wonder what he's really like when he's not here.'

"He looks like the star of the popular dating sim, 'Uki-doki Memorial'!"

She finally got out of your personal space to turn around and point her finger at Kyoya's face.

"You're my real life Ichijo Miyabi!"

A sudden wave of realization hit you.

'The daughter of Mr. Hoshakuji is obsessed with some video game character...Oh...'

"Now that makes sense," You muttered to yourself, but Kyoya still heard you and he lifted his head when Renge began running around, talking I a lovesick tongue about her love for this character.

You gestured for everyone to come over and they gathered around quickly. The twins sat on either side of you on the couch and Haruhi stood close by. You leaned forward to talk just so they could hear.

"This girl is not in love with Kyoya, but of a character that happens to look exactly like him, even down to the glasses most likely. I can only guess she's projecting her love of him onto Kyoya. And if that's the case..."

You looked directly at Kyoya for confirmation.

"Then wouldn't that mean that she only thinks that you are engaged to her?"

'At least I really hope that he isn't.'

He closed his eyes and hummed.

"Someone's sharp. I came to that conclusion as well."

From behind the couch that Kyoya sat on, Tamaki's head popped up and he had a visibly grim expression.

"Wait, so Y/N is right? She made it up and you're not really engaged, right?"

Kyoya rubbed his chin and lightly shook his head.

"Well no, I don't remember ever asking for her hand in marriage."

He gave an almost inaudible sigh as he crossed his arms.

"Besides, this is the first time I've ever met the woman."

You couldn't hold back the small chuckle this time as you stared at him.

"Well, you could've said so earlier. You almost gave Tamaki a heart attack."

A small smirk appeared on your face when you stole a look at Tamaki.

"Isn't that right, daddy?"

Tamaki breathed a sigh of relief at the same moment Renge stopped her running and collapsed beside Kyoya on the couch.

"According to my research, you're in charge of managing the club, is that true, Kyoya?"

Honey spoke up immediately from behind the couch.

"That's right, Kyoya-Chan is our director!"

Her eyes lit up as she scooted closer to him.

"You're the director? That's perfect!"

She looked away for a second to gaze up at the ceiling.

"I've always wanted to wear a sandwich board to advertise a business."

The twins spoke in harmony beside you, both matching monotone voices.

"We don't advertise. We're just a host club."

As if completely ignoring what they said, Renge turned back and looked at everyone, a new determination in her eyes.

"I've made up my mind. From now on, I'm going to be the manager of this host club!"

Her words made your heart drop to your stomach.

'The...manager?'

You snapped your head to Kyoya, your eyes begging him to say something.

"Um, Kyoya, you're not really gonna just let her--"

"Miss Hoshakuji is the only daughter of a very important Ootori family client."

In the split second he spoke, he instantly shut you up. He moved his eyes to you while taking a glance at everyone else.

"So please be polite and try not to offend her, all right?"

Renge smiled widely and closed her eyes.

"Well boys, I can't wait to work with you!"

No-one else smiled, in fact, they all frowned at the very idea.

"Y/N"

You turned your attention back to Kyoya as he stood up and began to walk away.

"Why don't you show our new manager around the club and go over our week's schedule with her."

Your jaw dropped.

"M-Me?"

You made out some amusement in his voice.

"Yes, I'm sure you'll do a fine job."

With a heavy sigh as he left the room, you stood up and went over to wear Renge was standing.

"Welcome to the host club, Miss Hoshakuji. Shall we start?"

She giggled in triumph and placed her hands proudly on her hips.

"Whatever my love wishes. Lead the way, commoner chef."

You forced a smile on your face as you started walking in front of her, heading toward the kitchen.

'This is not going to end well.'

[gaiyofanfiction]

Save Me (6)

Chapter 1: Second Time? - Chapter 2: Awake - Chapter 3: First Love - Chapter 4: Mama - Chapter 5: Reflection - Chapter 6: Lie - Chapter 7: Stigma - Chapter 8: Begin - Chapter 9: Taken - Chapter 10: Torture - Chapter 11: The Plan - Chapter 12: The Escape

Reader X Jungkook

Mental Hospital AU

Angst/Thriller/Romance

A/N: Hey all! We're really hoping you guys are liking the story. We don't have many reviews or likes like our last story did... Please post some reviews, we wanna know what you think. Thank you. Anyway, enjoy! Disclaimer: This story is pure fiction. We did take their personalities and match as best we can with illnesses, however we do not claim that the boys from BTS have these mental illnesses! Also, we did as much research as we can on each disorder. We are not meaning to offend anyone who has these illnesses at all. ALSO, WE DO KNOW BTS CHANGED THEIR ENGLISH NAME TO BEYOND THE SCENE BUT WE’RE USING BULLETPROOF BOYSCOUTS CAUSE IT FITS THE STORY BETTER. Trigger warning: Mentions of mental illness, hospitals, self harm, suicide attempt and abuse. Both Gaisho and I recommend, if you feel like you need to go to the hospital for ANY reason, please don’t be afraid to do so. It can help. If you EVER feel like you need to talk to anyone, vent, or need advice on anything, please do not hesitate to msg us! We’ve been through it all. Character Descriptions so far: Reader- Chronic Depression, Derealization Disorder and Dissociative Amnesia Jin - Narcissistic Personality Disorder (With homicidal tendencies) Suga- Narcolepsy and Chronic Depression J-Hope- Bipolar II Disorder Rap Monster- OCD and Paranoia Chapter 6: Lie:         You watch as Jimin reluctantly followed the doctor and nurse into another room. You glance over at Rap Monster who looked troubled and put a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Don’t worry, I’m sure Jimin will be okay.”

        Rap Monster shakes his head, “you don’t know Jimin like I do. He doesn’t take things so well. That’s part of why he’s here in the first place.”

        You furrow your brows in confusion but let the comment go. You’re certain Jimin will explain to you in time why he’s here.

        You hear a low growl come from behind you. You turn your head to see Jungkook glaring at your hand resting on Rap Monster’s shoulder. Quickly, you remove your hand and send a small smile to the youngest boy. “Kookie, I-” But before you could finish your sentence, he turns the other way, talking to V.

        A sharp pain pierced your heart. You sigh and look down at your shaking hands. ‘Damn, why do I keep doing this? How am I supposed to talk to him if he thinks I’m hitting on his best friend?’ You want to slam your head against the wall but you’re pretty sure that would land you in the last place you want to be in.

        Suddenly you hear a crash and screaming. ‘Is that coming from the room Jimin just went into?’ You watch as Jimin slams the door open, it was like his rage radiated from his very skin. He turns to scream once again into the room.

        “YOU GUYS CAN GO FUCK YOURSELVES. THAT’S NEVER GOING TO HAPPEN!” then without a word to anyone, he marches his way back to his room, slamming the door.

        You look over at the rest of the boys, who all look more gloomy than surprised. “What the hell just happened?”

        Suga sighs, “Jimin tends to get a little... intense when he hears something he doesn’t particularly like. He’ll be alright. He just needs some time.”

        You stand up suddenly. “I’m going to go see if he’s okay.”

        The boy’s heads shoot up giving you a shocked look, including Jungkook.

        “Um, I wouldn’t do that, Y/N. Once Jimin gets like this, he lashes out at everyone, no matter who it is. I’d just leave him alone if I were you.” Jin warns you.

        “I’ll be okay. I have a feeling he won’t hurt me.” You head straight for the door.

        Jungkook glances at your back, very worried about you going to see his friend. Unknowingly, he follows you quietly to make sure you’re okay.

        You make it to Jimin’s room and knock on the door. “Jimin, are you okay?” You don’t wait for an answer as you slowly open the door and step inside. “Jimin, it’s me, Y/N. I just wanted to-”

    Suddenly you’re being grabbed and thrown against the wall, pinned by your shoulders. In front of you was one furious Jimin. “Who said you could come in here?” He aggressively barks at you, getting close to your face.

       You yelp in pain as your shoulders hit the wall. You look into his eyes, trying to find some kind of sign that Jimin is in there, but all you see is darkness. “I-I j-just wanted to see if y-you were okay…” You trail off.

       Jimin continues to keep his eyes locked with yours, slamming you into the wall again. “You’re not going to take me from them! No one is going to take them away from me! THEY’RE MY ONLY FAMILY I HAVE!”

       You let out another cry of pain as he repeatedly slams you into the wall. Tears cascade down your cheeks, terrified of the once sweet boy in front of you. ‘Shit! What do I do! He won’t calm down!’ 

       “Hyung! Let her go!” You hear a familiar voice coming from the doorway. You turn your head to see jungkook stare angrily at Jimin.

       Jimin turns his attention to his youngest friend, the darkness starting to fade from his eyes. He turns back to look at you and notices the tears running down your cheeks. His eyes widen in fear and lets you go, backing away.

       “Y/N, I-I’m s-so sorry. I-I didn’t mean to.” He collapses on his messy bed, eyes fixated on his hands like they’ve just betrayed him.

       You stood on shaky legs, dusting yourself off. You turn to give a thankful look to Jungkook who looks at you with a worried expression.

       “T-Thank you, Kookie.” He immediately goes from confident to terrified and shy again. He twiddles with his shirt and looks down at his feet. ‘It seems like he doesn’t mind the nickname now. Hopefully that won’t change.’

       He turns his back to you, “y-you should probably leave. He may freak out again.”

       You glance at Jimin sitting on the bed with his face in his hands and his body trembling. “I-I’ll be okay. I’m going to stay.”

       Jimin looks up at you, surprised. “No, he’s right. You should get away, away from me.”

       Jungkook just nods and leaves the two of you there. You slowly approach the now calmed down boy, sitting next to him on his bed. “A-Are you okay now?”

       Jimin shakes his head. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that?”

       You give him a small smile. “I know how it feels to have an...episode. You can’t control your own body, thoughts, and words. It’s like you’re suddenly someone else.”

       He doesn’t say anything but nods in acknowledgement of your words as he continues to stare at his hands.

       “So, are you going to tell me what happened?”

       “It’s that stupid fucking Doctor,” he throws his pillow at the wall and stares where it fell to the ground. “He thinks he’s so high and mighty, that he can do whatever he wants. He asked what would happen if I was suddenly taken away from the rest of the boys. I-I can’t be. They’re all I have. I have no one else.” You feel the hurt as Jimin scrunches up the bed sheet in his hands.

       You see drops of tears hit the floor. You gently rub Jimin’s back, trying to soothe him. “Why are you in here, Jimin?”

       He sniffles and wipes his cheeks. “It’s kind of a long, depressing story.”

       You chuckle and lean back on the bed. “Seems to be the trend with everyone else.”

       Jimin gives a slight chuckle too and then his demeanor turns serious. “It kind of started in the beginning of high school. I used to be a good kid. Good grades, good family life, never got into trouble. You’d never think I’d end up in a place like this. I surely didn’t...”

       He leans back, staring at the ceiling. “Even though I was a good kid, I didn’t have many friends because I was always studying. I met a few kids in school who had quite the reputation...and not the good kind. One of them was a girl who I had class with. She was really pretty and very nice to me. I eventually developed a crush. I was invited to hang out with her and her friends a few times. Being as smitten as I was, I agreed to go. But I had no idea it would be my downfall.”

       His eyes wander as he begins to trail off. You tap his shoulder to get his attention, giving him a smile to continue. He sighs and runs his shaky hand through his hair. ‘This must be a really painful story for him.’

       “I didn’t realize how bad they actually were. They were involved with drugs and drinking. I never did any of the stuff, no. But I was always around them when it happened. One day, there was a big house party and the girl invited me. There were tables full of various drugs and alcoholic drinks which they brought themselves. I watched as each person got high and drunk, leaving me the only sober one. Well, a few hours into the party, someone had called the cops. They completely raided the house we were in.”

       Jimin flares his nose and starts to heavily breathe in and out of his nostrils. ‘Maybe this wasn’t a good idea to ask. I don’t want him to get angry like that again.’

       Before you could say anything, he continues. “Everyone was jumping ship, trying not to get caught in a lie. Well, someone did. All of the other people got away except the girl and I. They were handling us pretty roughly, trying to get us into the back of the squad cars. The look on the girl’s face was filled with terror. Because I was struck with young love, I told the cops that everything in the house was mine and that they should let her go. And they did. I thought my friends would come to help me after that night to try to explain the situation. I was wrong.”

        Jimin takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself. “Everything from that moment changed. I was charged with possession and had to go to court at the age of fifteen. I lost all my “friends” that day and ended up costing my parents tons of money. It went on for a year. Everyday, I wished that someone would take me out of this hell. I thought to myself ‘I can’t free myself from this lie. Give me back my laughter.’ and ‘I can’t free myself from this pain, save the me who’s being punished', but no one did. I developed severe anger issues from always trying to defend myself. It keeps happening even though I run away. I’m caught in a lie. A big fat lie. I got angry at everyone and everything, a lot of the times for no real reason. The doctors told me I have Explosive Anger Disorder. The reason I’m actually in here, though, was I got very angry at my mom one day and ended up hurting her. I-I didn’t mean to. I just couldn’t control myself.”

        Jimin once again buries his head in his hands, trying to hold back tears. “Now I’m here, in this fucked up place. The me from before is still here but the lie that’s gotten too big is trying to swallow me up. The only good thing here is meeting the boys. They really helped me through everything. I don’t know what I’d do without them, that’s why they can’t be taken away from me. I can’t free myself from this pain, save the me that’s being punished.”

        You sit there in silence. For once, you’re not really sure what to say. What could you even say to someone with a story like that? He’s in this place when it wasn’t his fault. He’s stuck here because of other people’s selfish reasons.

        “Ah...Jimin…” you reach for his hand, “I know the world may seem really cruel. I used to think that everyone I met was a backstabber. Every so-called friend I had ended up not being friends with me after high school. I was so hurt and full of resentment that I couldn’t control my feelings and I tried to hide my memories of them… even the good ones.”

        You gave Jimin a warm smile and held his hand between the both of yours. “But, ever since I got in here and met you guy, I feel like I could have real friends that actually care about me. Jimin…” you stop to look him sincerely in his eyes, “your actions do not define you. Always remember that.”

        He starts to blush a little and smiles brightly back. “You got it, Y/N.” ‘There’s the Jimin that I want to see.’

        All of a sudden you hear a body swiftly leave the room. “You’ve got to be kidding me...again!?” You let your head drop and you start to sulk.

        Jimin playfully pushes you off the bed, “go get ‘em, tiger!” You laugh, but you drag your body out of the room. 

        You see Jungkook just down the hall. You yell for him, “Kookie, wait!” You start to pick up the pace and try to run after him. He doesn’t seem to be listening, “please Kookie, hear me out!”

        Suddenly he stops in his tracks and turns, but your feet don’t stop in time and you trip over yourself and into Jungkook’s body. Your eyes were closed shut because you thought you were going to fall but, his arms were holding you up.

        It’s like time had just stopped. ‘Oh my god...he’s...he’s holding me.’ You slowly look up to him with big sparkly eyes and he just stares back with his mouth just slightly opened. He swallows the lump in his throat and continues to help you up. 

        Before you could say anything he immediately tries to turn away from you and walk away. You quickly grab his wrist and hold it tightly, “Kookie...please. Please don’t go…” your voice shakes and your heart starts to retch.

        “J-just hear me out. I-I am just so grateful to have met you all and it’s been my goal to get to know you boys more since you all have been more of a friend to me than anyone I have ever met and I…” You start to choke up.

        “I want to get to know you too, Kookie,” he suddenly turns around and gets really close to you. His fingers caress your lips and your heart explodes like fireworks. Jungkook suddenly realizes what he did and he freaks out. He runs off into the distance and all you could do was stand there completely dumbfounded. You touch your lips in disbelief. “Oh, Kookie…”