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bad decisions - jjk | ten

When his story pops up—a repost of tomorrow night's paint party event at Dionysus—you find yourself clicking through to your DM thread without much thought. You know he's at work. Know it's a 50/50 whether or not he'll get back to you before your mind begins to berate you again for how miserable you feel. It's a simple message—Hey—and you're pleased that it's met with an equally simple reply not even a minute later. JustJK: To what do I owe the pleasure? You decide that "I'm about to cry over my shitbag ex so chose to message you instead" probably won't be Jungkook's favourite thing to hear, so you opt for a little white lie. You: Just wondering how the kids are. Part of you worries he won't understand what the fuck you're on about - but of course, he does. He's Jungkook. Gets you better than you get yourself, these days. JustJK: Missing their mother.

Bad Decision #10 - Blonde

warnings: b is in her bleach era. love that for her!! jaykay is in the chapter for like 1.5 seconds and still manages to be the best thing about it. also if u think wow holly sometimes your chapters end very similarly, uhhh yes. ur right. mainly because my brain is smooth but also because jungkook is a creature of habit! it's within his character traits! not because im stupid! even if i am!

soundtrack: space - audrey nuna; blonde - maisie peters

wc: 3.5k

bd total wc: 370k (on-going)

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You suppose you really shouldn't be surprised when Seokjin leaves you on read. It happens as soon as he escapes the city, just like it always does.

It's always the same; he'll come back to town for a few days—to visit friends, his family, or maybe for a haircut with the only barber he trusts—then leaves just as quickly as he comes.

The predictability of it all would be funny, you think, but your knees are getting worn out from how many times you fall for it; his charm, his deception, his pretty lips that soothe the burn of his selfish choices.

He'll be radio silent for a while, and then suddenly, as if he's finally changed the batteries in his walkie-talkie, he won't be. It'll most likely be when he's on his way back to town in a few months time.

The saddest part is that you know you'll want to see him when he does. Will have the burning desire to show him just how well you've been; how well you've coped without him.

Most of all? You'll want him to know just how much you don't need him.

Inevitably, he'll end up in your bed, and you'll end up all in your head—again—overthinking and underestimating just how easy it is for him to drop you. Forgetting just how badly he fucked you up, only for him to remind you in the most callous of ways.

When Danbi comes home on Thursday night—three days since Seokjin's last message—she knows exactly what's happened. You've got a special kind of pout reserved for Seokjin-related upsets. It's always a little soft yet incredibly hard to break.

"You gotta stop letting him in," she says over a glass of red. She hates the taste, but loves the soft buzz in the pit of her stomach. Though she's much better suited to Moscato, Danbi will never turn her nose up at free wine.

If she knew why you were drinking it, she might consider rejecting it.

Seokjin's favourite. You'd bought it on the way home from work. Just couldn't help yourself.

Had figured that at least when you hugged yourself to sleep that evening, your lips would taste like his used to do, on the nights when he'd tell you that you're the most delightful thing he's ever laid his eyes upon. Would be all giggly. Wine drunk. Happy. In love.

But it's been a while since he did that. Feels like a lifetime ago, now.

You shrug as you let the ruby-red liquid swirl in your glass. Fighting against your feelings feels like swimming against the tide.

Always struggling to breathe. Never winning. Failing. Falling.

"I don't know how to, Dan."

"But you do," she insists.

And she's right. Of course you do.

His number has never been blocked, but a simple restriction of access to you would solve so many of your problems.

Thing is, you kind of like him still being your problem. At least that way, on a technicality, he's still yours. Kind of.

Every time he comes back to the city, it's still your bed that he ends up in.

Never for the night. Just for an hour or two. Long enough for you to convince yourself that he can't stay away.

The lies you let your mind whisper are insidious. You're irresistible. He's still just as affected by you as you are by him. He can't possibly leave you.

And yet he does, each and every time.

He doesn't ever let you go. Not fully. Whenever you think you're getting over it, he shows up just to get you under him; his thumb, his spell, his body.

You're halfway through the bottle of wine when Danbi tells you once more that you need to get Seokjin out of your hair.

You've reached the end of it by the time you're grabbing your purse and heading for the closest Olive Young.

It's just down the street, by the crossroads that lead into town, and the staff there have seen you in worse states. A little tipsy has nothing on the mascara-stained eyes they used to be greeted with during the worst days of the breakup.

"Sure about this?" Danbi asks just to check before you take the boxes in your hands to the counter.

"Absolutely not, but he always hated me blonde," you grin a little sardonically. The happiness that comes with this change will be temporary, but you have to remind yourself that so was he. "At least even if I can't resist him, he'll resist me."

Peroxide and perhaps a little fried, your blonde hair had caught his attention in the early days - but you had dyed your hair dark in a bid to keep it.

He'd said some bullshit in a conversation amongst friends about his preferences, and how he favoured the 'natural look'. You weren't together at the time, not officially - but everyone there was a friend of his. They all knew you'd be going home with him. It only took two boxes of dye to get him asking to be exclusive. A week later he was introducing you to his friends as his girlfriend.

Funny what a little bit of conformity can do for a man who loves playing by the rules.

You assume his desire to tick the boxes and do what is expected of him is also why he was such a bellend when it came to the glitter you liked to dust yourself in.

Nobody's perfect though, so he was willing to overlook it. Was just one of the flaws he perceived in you. When you love someone, you accept them.

He ultimately never grew to love it, but for a while, you thought he might.

Bleach boxes in one hand, another bottle of wine in the other, you waste no time and head straight for the bathroom. Danbi follows you right in. She's always there to lend a hand or at least provide a Spotify playlist to get you through your woes.

Folding the powder into the developing lotion by the sink, you know your bleach-induced bathroom antics could get you a spot in a Brad Mondo video.

All a little haphazard, you're without a mixing bowl and brush, so are having to use an old takeout container and a plastic spoon, instead.

It's not quite how the instructions suggest you should mix it all up, but no good ever comes from following the rules.

You'd tried for Seokjin, and look where that got you.

Unlike him, trusty Tupperware has never done you dirty before. No reason why it should now.

Danbi sits on the closed toilet seat, legs crossed, a small bottle of bubbles in her hand. The bubbles had been a Christmas party favour from the office job she'd quit four months ago. Rediscovered when she'd been cleaning her room earlier that day, Danbi had taken to blowing pretty little bubble flurries your way all afternoon.

Your reflection is captured in the peacock sheen of the bubbles while you study your rapidly developing hair in the mirror.

You haven't bothered to change out of your shirt. It's not yours. One of Seokjin's. It's navy, and you hope the bleach ruins it.

"I think I've fucked up," you say all rather calmy, talking about your hair and not the shirt. It's not the end of the world if you have. Just hair, you always think.

Danbi shrugs. Has clearly spent too much time in your company, because she echoes exactly what you're thinking: "Just hair, babe. It'll grow."

That's the joy of your friendship; you both encourage each other with the same dumb remarks whenever you feel like you've reached the point of no return.

After all, if you can't go back?

Go forward.

"Plus," she adds, blowing more bubbles instead of taking a breath. "You can just chalk it up to being your hot mess era."

"Been in that for months already," you smile at her in the reflection of the mirror. You prod a little at your roots, and know that you definitely should have waited a little longer to work the bleach up to them. Bollocks.

You've done this enough times to know you'll end up with a gold band haloing around the top of your hair thanks to how easily your roots always lift. Nightmare.

"Exactly, so you may as well look the part," Danbi encourages. Worst influence going, she is. Also the best at times, too. You find comfort in the fact she won't always say what you want to hear, but what you need to hear instead.

The conversation dissolves into empty chatter, gossip about Danbi's dog walking clients, mentions of Taehyung and how he's still trying to talk her into a mates-rates discount despite the fact they aren't actually 'mates'. She asked you about your Bartender That Smiles, and you say he's all good - before you have to insist there's nothing going on there.

"He's got issues with his ex," you explain.

She rolls her eyes. "Don't they all? Boys and their first loves, I swear to God."

"Not sure she was his first," you defend, though you're not sure why. The thought lingers as you rummage around for an old tube of toner that you know you have hiding in the bathroom cabinet somewhere. It's been a while since your hair was pale enough to take toner, so it's been pushed right to the back.

Danbi is shooed from her perch on the toilet seat and into the living room as you let the shower run to heat it a little.

The first crash of water against your skin is lukewarm. Tepid. Unappealing, but necessary.

You hate anything other than boiling-you-alive degrees celsius, but know you need to be kind to your hair after the torture you've put it through. The water runs cloudy until the bleach is rinsed out, and then it runs purple thanks to your silver shampoo. It pools around your feet and seeps into the drain. Wishful thinking has you hoping memories of Seokjin will do just the same.

It's just to preemptively tone it, but you can't help but worry about the pigment taking too strongly on your roots.

The ash toner you found in the cupboard is in a box by the sink. You plan on putting that over the top of whatever mess your hair is anyway, but it doesn't hurt to get a head start on the process.

The water glistens a deep violet, briefly coating your skin - and for some reason, all you can think about is Jungkook, and how you'd really like to be downing a Purple Starfucker (or five) with him right now. He really is the perfect distraction.

Still, you have a task at hand. You rinse your hair; ring it out. Sigh as you frown at the mess that greets you in the mirror—lilac roots, a yellow band haloing just like your thought it would, and silver ends. Brilliant.

It's as you're sitting with Danbi in the living room a little while later - body wrapped in a towel that isn't half as fluffy as Jungkook's favourite, ashy toner smothering your peroxide blonde hair - that you notice your phone flash on the coffee table.

Danbi clocks it first, and stifles a laugh as she reads the screen. "Isn't that the guy from the club?"

You assume she means Jungkook, and are a little perplexed to see it's Jimin's name on your screen instead.

"Yeah... Jimin. Smooth talker, shit shagger."

"A glowing review."

"Hey, I still let him think he was good," you say as you reach for your phone to read his message out loud to Danbi. "You guys out tomorrow night?"

Sipping on her wine, Danbi raises a brow. Shakes her head in confusion. "He hoping for round two?"

"Fuck knows."

It's just gone midnight, so you consider maybe he's thinking about his desire for a hook-up, and is hoping for a safe bet in the form of you.

And so you don't reply. If he double texts, you'll just lie and say you've fallen asleep.

The scent of your toner is beginning to give you a headache, so you go to rinse it and bid farewell to your final day as a brunette.

Sleep evades you. Doesn't want to let go of who you were, apparently. Wine makes you sleepy, and yet you're wired as if you've just had a triple shot americano.

But then it's three in the morning, and all you can seem to smell is the deep conditioner you bathed your hair in that evening.

Somehow, when you look to the empty space beside you - delicately ruffled, a dent prevailing in the pillow - you convince yourself that you can smell fig leaves and coconut. The notes of his favourite aftershave linger like the ache in your chest. It's hollow, and you can't work out why it hurts quite as much as it does.

If there's nothing there, how can it be so painful?

You sniff back tears that fail to truly form and pull your phone from beneath your pillow. It's hard to move your fingers when they're tangled up in puppet strings that Seokjin is refusing to let go of, but eventually you manage to tap through some Instagram stories in a bid to distract yourself from him.

Inspirational quotes don't do much for you, nor do the engagement pictures of people you haven't given a second thought since graduation. There's an abundance of them. Smiling faces. Diamonds, or maybe just cubic zirconia. Fresh sets of nails, hands that are pink and warm from the heat of whoever's been holding them.

It's a curious thought; what people who haven't spoken to you in years must think of you now.

You were the one who was going to succeed. Going far in life, made for a boardroom, would look incredible in a pantsuit—and yet you're working in a cafe, first-class degree of no more worth than the tissue paper you flush down the toilet.

See, you switched out life goals for glitter. You wear it like armour; protect yourself from the world around you. Who cares about seriousness and success when you're a constant disco? Not you. Could never be you.

Or at least, you hope that's what people think. Hope that no one realises you're covering yourself in artificial shine; like a canvas in acrylic because you were too impatient to watch the oil paint dry.

One day you'll glow. Glow for real.

For a while, you thought you had been with Seokjin.

All you see when you look in the mirror these days is tarnished silver; copper alloy pretending to be much more than what it really is. Your skin will turn green eventually.

There is, however, one person you've managed to fool.

It's a simple message—hey—and you're pleased that it's met with an equally simple reply not even a minute later.

JustJK: To what do I owe the pleasure?

You decide that "I'm about to cry over my shitbag ex so chose to message you instead" probably won't be Jungkook's favourite thing to hear, so you opt for a little white lie.

You: Just wondering how the kids are <3

Part of you worries he won't understand what the fuck you're on about - but of course, he does. He's Jungkook. Gets you better than you get yourself, these days.

JustJK: Missing their mother.

JustJK: Perry the Pigeon almost fell earlier.

JustJK: Roger the Robin looks like he has a broken wing.

JustJK: Must be one of yours. Inherited his mother's wonkiness <3

With each message that comes through, your smile grows wider in the midnight darkness of your bedroom.

You: Careful or I'll file for joint custody.

You: Get poor Roger away from his father's cruel remarks <;/3

There's an ease to how you joke together, both aware of how unserious you are. There's no second-guessing, no worrying about saying the wrong thing. If you do, you'll say sorry and move on. No harm, no foul.

JustJK: Your appeal won't hold up in court, Byeol.

JustJK: You've neglected them ever since you spawned them.

JustJK: Haven't even paid them a visit!!!

Laughter stifles in your throat as your body curls up into a more comfortable position. The audacity of this boy, you think, ignoring the way he manages to get you entirely focused on something that isn't your own despair.

You: You've got full custody!!!

JustJK: And you're still allowed to come for supervised visits!!!!!

JustJK: smh and to think you call yourself their mother.

JustJK: I'm their mother now.

You pout at your screen, and whine a small little 'nooo'.

You: They need me :(

JustJK: Come and see them, then. They miss their mother.

You: Tomorrow?

He reads the messages instantly, but takes a little longer than usual to reply. It worries you slightly. Makes you more aware of your surroundings. The scent of Seokjin's aftershave begins to permeate the air once more.

Until, all rather suddenly, it doesn't anymore.

JustJK: I'm not working tomorrow night, but Jimin's insisting on going to the paint party—you coming?

You: Will Perry the Pigeon be there?

JustJK: If he falls before I leave for the club, then yes.

It's not a bad proposition. One that quite intrigues you. One that has you agreeing, and him telling you to fuck off and go to sleep. He's got work to do, he says.

It's actually quite quiet at the club—Yeonjun just caught him looking at his phone with a dumb smile a few too many times for Jungkook's liking. Doesn't wanna get caught out again.

Especially doesn't want him catching onto the fact that there's a reason Jungkook's eyes light up like Disco Balls when he looks at his phone.

Yeonjun doesn't really have friends who are girls, Jungkook reasons with himself. Won't understand that he's perfectly capable of having a little flirt without it meaning anything more than that—after all, isn't that just what banter is? Friendly flirting? He does it with the boys all the time. Doesn't mean fuck all. Just fun.

Jungkook's a couple of years older than his cerulean-haired coworker, and has learnt the hard way that you really shouldn't escalate friends above the level of purely platonic. One day Yeonjun will realise this.

For now, though, Yeonjun'll shag anyone who looks at him in the right direction. Has probably already ruined a few good friendships. Doesn't even realise he's done it.

Jungkook trusts himself not to make the same mistakes he's made in the past with you. Thinks that he's pretty happy with how things are. Has missed the dynamics of friendships with girls. Is looking forward to Monday movie night with you and Danbi again.

And yet when he gets home to find Perry the paper pigeon on his bed, he can't help but smile.

You wake up to a picture of the fallen bird in your DMs, and even though you'll whine and complain about it when you see him that evening, all you can do is smile, too.

JustJK: Looks like we're having a wholesome family trip to Dionysus tonight.

You: Mummy and Daddy reunited at last <33 Perry will be so happy.

JustJK: It's okay, you don't have to lie.

JustJK: I know you're talking about yourself, not Perry.

Jungkook doesn't send the message where he tells you not to call him Daddy. Knows you'll read into it; tease him about it. It's not like he's got a thing for it, or anything, he just... maybe wouldn't be opposed to it, and so he'd rather not be called it when he's having casual conversations with you. Wouldn't wanna get flustered.

Part of you already knows this. Is precisely why you'd said it. It's not really your style, not the kind of thing that gets you going.

But it is also exactly why you choose to end your next message with, 'See you tonight, Daddy x'.

You're laughing as you send it.

And as he receives it, Jungkook groans. Buries his head into his pillow. Crumples Perry a little in the process. Whines.

"Don't fuck this up, Jungkook."

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sunlightwoo · 4 years

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Kingdom Come: Throne of Pain (3/8)

summary: growing up in line for a throne wasn’t fun, nor was it fun to be publicly humiliated at your engagement ball when your betrothed decided to run away. in compensation, his brother, the king of the neighboring kingdom arranges for you to marry him instead, but not for the reasons you would expect.

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You looked at the individual in front of you with a mixture of confusion and shock as the words that left his lips were processing in your head. He had just offered to marry you into his family, in order to salvage the reputation of not only his family, but also your appearance as the two kingdoms were supposed to eventually join alliances and submerge into one.

The words that you wanted to say were stuck in your throat as you were now thinking it over, wondering if things were better off this way. Instead of marrying the prince, you would be directly marrying the king himself, and making amends from there, but it would all happen so quickly, considering the wedding was going to happen in days, the same one that would eventually be before the merge.

“Is that even a good idea at this point?” You ask him quietly and look up at him with a worried look as he shrugs just slightly, letting out a sigh himself while running a finger through his slightly curled locks.

A place where you had the sudden urge to run your own fingers through.

“It gives us time to stall, before other people find out that our alliance fell through.” He responds quietly, almost inaudibly past a whisper as you let out a shaky breath, knowing that the idea of marrying the king himself was riskier than just planning out the inner courses of the kingdoms.

“And you’re willing to get married in days time, to prevent that?” You say looking back at the castle where hundreds of people were still crowded into, just as Seungcheol hummed in response.

“It’s to save both of our kingdoms, so it would be wrong if we failed our own people, no?”

It was days, possibly a little over a week since your last encounter with Seungcheol, and today was the day that Seungcheol was announcing to the citizens of both your kingdoms that things were going to change as the emerging of both kingdoms was to happen tomorrow as you were moving into his castle. The idea of it was making you feel nervous, not knowing how to feel about the event itself since the night, when people were asking you the same questions every day prior to this.

Were you even ready to face the new changes of the world?

A knock on the door of the other side of the room interrupts your thoughts as you hummed in response, hearing as though the person wanted to come in and your vision was now greeted with the sight of the exhausting individual. He trudges into your shared room, a frown evident on his face as he hesitantly walks over to where you sat at your vanity, before sitting on the other part of the bench, careful to not disturb the action of you brushing your hair.

It wasn’t until you passed him the hairbrush that he gently took it into his hand and brushed your hair carefully. It was a habit that you found out he enjoyed doing, claiming that it was a wholesome and domestic action that he liked, and that he always wanted to do it for his significant other in his life.

“I’m guessing things weren’t optimistic today.” You whispered quietly, looking at him through the mirror as you noticed him shake his head at the thought of it before letting out a sigh from his lips.

“There were some people that didn’t like the idea of the two kingdoms merging, this morning. They all say that it’s too irrational, and that the wedding from last night was a publicity stunt to hide that a war was to break out soon.” He replies solemnly as you freeze up a bit, the mentioning of a war already putting you at an edge as you turn to look at him slightly.

“A war is going to break out soon?”

He pauses in his movements as well, looking as though he was a child caught stealing candy from the highest shelves while giving you a shocked look. To him, it felt like all the words were stuck in his throat as he was speechless slightly, realizing that his words made it seem like it was confirmed; a war was going to break out soon. However, that wasn’t the case as his mind was still rambling from all the responses he received today.

When he announced the merging of both groups, there was a threat in particular that stood out to him the most, which was the threat towards you in particular. He didn’t think that it would’ve affected him as much as it should, but it did in a sense that he was still warming up to you as a person and that he didn’t want for you to be hurt in a time like this. However, the threat of the individual coming out with a rebellion to revolt and have both of your heads sent him on a frenzy where that person was now in the dungeons beneath the castle.

“No, there is not going to be one, I’m sorry. My mind is still kind of hazy from the day,” He lets out a small chuckle and shakes his head before placing the brush back down on top of your vanity.

He reaches out to hold your hands gently into his and kisses your knuckles softly as he lets out another sigh before looking at you softly, only for a while before moving a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Come on, I think the both of us should go rest, considering a lot has taken place today.”

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sunlightwoo · 5 years

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Desire: Touched (1/5)

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You only felt cold as you were trying to see through the wintry night as you were walking around in the large city. You kept your hands wrapped around yourself tightly through the harsh winds, attempting to at least try and keep your gloved hands to your arms, not wanting to make any interactions if you were to tonight.

It wasn’t because you felt as though you didn’t want to, but because of the memories of the stories your mother told you about soulmate bonds in the past.

You remembered the exact moment when you found out about what your soulmate bond was, and from that moment, you remembered all the times you were worried about it. Your bond with your soulmate was based off of physical and emotional touching. Not only were you allowed to feel what your soulmate felt, but you were able to see where exactly they would touch you- in which it was your hand, where it was just slightly lighter than the rest of your skin.

The lighter shade would soon match the rest of your skin once your soulmate touched you, but until then, you wanted to keep yourself away from all of that. You didn’t want to meet anybody that was willing to make you feel vulnerable into a state of mind where they would use the term ‘soulmate’ as an excuse.

You wanted to know for sure that it was them, and not risk anything else in the world.

“Y/N, is that you?”

Turning around to the sound of the voice, you noticed the sight of one of your classmates before smiling a bit to them. Before you were able to even say anything, said classmate, Sana, walked over to you and started to walk beside you as she gave you a small smile in return.

“What are you doing out here so late? Is there something troubling you?” She asks you as you shrugged slightly before looking up at the dark sky above you both, watching the snow flurries slowly trickle down from the sky.

“Not really… I just had a sudden rush of feeling upset, and I didn’t want to be at my apartment so here I am.” You say letting out a small puff of breath into the cold air and Sana nods slowly, knowing of your situation.

“It’s your soulmate, right?” She whispers softly as you nodded in response, not saying anything else afterwards.

You both had then continued to walk further towards the center of the city, without any plans as to what to do or where you were going to go. Instead, you just kept up a small conversation that was brought up about the past semester that just went by as you both entered the park with views of Christmas decorations and various events for the upcoming holidays.

“It’s nice around here in all honesty. I can’t believe that I’ve never been to these areas.” You breathed out with a large smile as you dug your hands further into your long jacket.

“You’ve never been around here?” Sana says in disbelief as you shook your head in response before looking around the park once more.

“I’ve always kept myself inside the apartment, ya know. Not wanting to meet someone that I could accidentally brush up against, or find out that they were the ones that also faced my semi-episodes…” You replied almost whispering the last part quietly as you stopped in the middle of your tracks in front of a coffee shop.

“Are you okay? Have they gotten better over time?”

You paused to yourself not knowing what else to say, because you didn’t even know the answer to that yourself.

At one point there was a time where you had a panic attack out of nowhere and your mind was blurred between the lines of whether it was because of yourself or your soulmate. Other times you also wished that neither of you would’ve had to deal with it because of how much it hurt for the other person on the other side of that bond.

“Maybe it needs a little more improvement…” You reply softly as you looked up at the sky once to notice a shooting star just flashing past the stars for a quick second.

You looked at the fallen star wistfully as you remembered the last time you wished upon another star, but it didn’t mean that you weren’t going to try again tonight for a wish. So with your collected thoughts in the cold night, you made another wish, hoping that whomever was on the other side of the bond was living a better life than you could have.

‘To my soulmate, I wish you the world that I might not be able to give you.’

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