#n watched a bit of jjk again hehe memories

[noxtivagus]

apollo n i have been watching stuff lately ehe

[lveclouds]

i will never not think about you (jjk x reader)

a/n: so jungkook posted that short yet incredibly sweet and amazing cover of lauv’s song “never not” and i decided to make a drabble based off of it hehe i hope you guys like this and jeon jungkook is the bestest boy:((((

i hope all of you are staying safe and healthy, especially in these difficult times!! sending all my love!!!

genre: fluff, tooth-rooting fluff, slightly cheesy (you’ve been warned) 

word count: 100+ 

rating: g (for all audiences) 

(in which jungkook sends you a video of him singing to make you smile during quarantine)

“i will never not think about you, angel. and please remember to smile. do it for me, ok? i love you, more than you know.” 

a soft sigh escaped your mouth as you slumped onto the slightly worn out couch in the living room of your tiny but cozy apartment, wrapping the white throw blanket tightly around you in an attempt to keep warm. ever since the quarantine started, you had been doing nothing but watch dramas and scroll through social media on your phone, trying to keep your mind occupied. occasionally, you would try and be productive, cleaning your room, wash dishes, and even attempt to paint. despite this, though, you were not feeling the greatest. you wallowed around your apartment in an old college hoodie and loose sweatpants, your hair tied up in a messy bun, strands often falling into your eyes, but you could care less. you felt as if you were slowly heading into a downward spiral of sorts, and you didn’t know how to prevent it from happening. 

suddenly, your phone beeped, snapping you out of your thoughts. you felt your cheeks warm once you saw who had texted you. it was your boyfriend of nearly five months, jungkook. “for you, angel! hope this makes you smile! 💕💕🥰” the text read, along with an attached video. 

your heart hurt at how gorgeous he looked, despite the shitty video quality. he was wearing his usual dark gray Carhartt shirt and a loose pair of light gray sweatpants, raven hair soft and fluffy. jungkook was easily one of the most stunning guys you’d ever laid eyes on, and you really couldn’t get over the fact that he was yours. 

with your heart beating rapidly in your chest, you nervously clicked on the video, and immediately, jungkook’s soft, melodic and chill-inducing voice filled your ears. he was singing to “never not” by one of your favorite artists, lauv. 

you felt tears threatening to spill at how sincere and stunning jungkook’s voice was. he always sang with so much emotion and you would never get tired of hearing him sing. his pronunciation was flawless and he hit every note perfectly, voice ringing out over the soft instrumental in the background. jungkook wasn’t even trying, and his voice was so smooth and perfectly in pitch. 

“no other magic could ever compare. there’s a room in my heart with the memories we made, took them down but they’re still in their frames. there’s no way i could ever forget, mmmm. for as long as i live and love, i will never not think about you. from the moment i loved, i knew you were the one, and no matter what i do, i will never not think about you. what we had only comes once in a lifetime, for the rest of mine always compare.” 

finally, you couldn’t help but let the tears fall at how beautfiul his voice was, and the emotion conveyed in it was heartbreaking and sincere all at once. you laughed at his little mistake at the end, and before he ended it, he said” i will never not think about you, angel. please remember to smile, do it for me, ok? i love you, more than you know.” his voice was soft and the smile that spread across his face was nothing short of breathtaking, and you wished you could kiss him silly through the screen. after you had calmed down a bit and the tears had subsided, you quickly texted him a flurry of emojis, along with a long paragraph about how he was the best boyfriend ever and how you didn’t deserve him. he replied not even five seconds later with “i’m glad you loved it, angel. please remember to smile. ok? and it’s the other way around. i’m the one who doesn’t deserve you.” 

you couldn’t help but burst out into tears again. jungkook was so sweet and caring and loving and the best thing that ever happened to you, and in that moment, you knew that you had never loved someone so much until jungkook came into your life. he swept off your feet constantly, and treated you like royalty, and made you feel beautiful and loved. “thank you, guk.” you whispered. “i love you too.” 

a/n: hehe so i hoped this was ok!! guk really tugged at my heartstrings today:(((( (he always does tbh) anyways jeon jungkook is the bestest boy and he deserves the entire freaking universe ok goodbye 

@gukkism​ @softguks​ @joonglows​ @luxekook​ @kooksmos​ @kookswife​ @kookscrescent​ @suhdays​ @yoonsgiggle​ @jungkooksmoon​ @sketchguk​ @guktual​ @gukwluv​ @jksmoongf​ @jeonsdear​ @lovejeons​ @flowerseok​ @sweetheartjeongguk​ @jeonangels​ @jjksthghs​ @jjksangel​ @jklovecult​ @btsrespect​ @artjjk​ @utopiajeon​ @jeonsbun​ @penicillinjimin​ @swanqook​ @yourdelights​ @honeylovecult​ @outroshooky​ @sweetpeajeon​ @cherryjk​

[jwiminie-blog]

Mask Off  [M]

Summary: Having a dark past that he can’t forget, it makes him what he is today. A young man who never takes his mask off, often wears black clothes with a Timberland, fights for money; he sure is the topic of the neighbourhood’s gossip.

One night, he found out that the friend whom his housemate was going to bring to live for awhile was his childhood crush. He doesn’t know how to confront him after 8 years. 

  Maybe in their book of life, it was written that their fate was going to sealed sooner.

Genre: street fight, boxing, angst, smut (soon), fighter!au, 

Warning(s): lots of swearing :3

Words: too long to count

a/n: everything in here is pure fictional. don’t tell me that i got their ages wrong. its goddamn fiction aite. plus, why not make jungkook the older one since he’s more matured looking than jimin. (both of them are. ps; i still love their baby faces okok). anyways, its my first time writing a fic so bear with me. enjoy! :)

     “Next station, Itaewon.” the woman’s voice repeated the sentence twice. Jimin stood up from his seat, taking his belongings and walk towards the door. Before the door opens, he made sure that everything is on his hands. “Luggage? Check. Backpack? Check. Hat? Hehe up here.” he murmured to himself while pointing his index finger towards his hat. The door finally opened. He got out easily since its already night and there’s practically no one taking the subway. 

~---~

      He took a deep breath before he sent his last punch to the guy. “And the winner is... Black-eyed Busan!” the guy shouted on the microphone. He raised his right hand up to show to people who the winner is. The one that has been winning every time he fights. He pulled back his hand and walked towards his opponent. He crouched down and whispered, “Fucking touch my baby again and your life is on the line.” He pat the guy’s head and walked away. The guy of course had this terrified face because he had been warned. When someone got a warning from him, you automatically know that you fucked up. 

     He took his belongings before he left the ring. Tonight he felt a bit different. He sensed something chilly and comforting about tonight. He shrugged it off and continues to walk home. His home from the ring is quite far. It takes about 30 minutes of walk. He usually rides his motorcycle to go to the ring, but that shit now is being repaired. He knew who fucked up his precious. So he let out his resentment towards his tonight’s opponent. The guy who fucked his baby up. And everything worked out just perfect. 

~---~

      Jimin arrived in front of the dunkin donuts. He was asked to wait there as his friend was going to come and bring him to his place. He stood in front of the shop with his hands in his jacket, curled up into a fist as he watches people walking. Jimin wondered what his friend’s place looks like. Is it going to be small like his house at Busan? Or is it going to be as big as the rich people here? Or just a house that fits for both of them and feels like actual home? 

      A few minutes passed by and his friend is still not here. He went into the dunkin donuts and bought a cup of coffee. He set all his things before he could sit down. He texted Yugyeom, his friend who’s going to help him, when will he arrive. Then he texted his mom that he had arrived here and everything. A notification came.

Yugyeomie

-b there in 15. constipation :/

        Jimin sighed. He looked around the shop before he took out his wallet and grab a photo. It was him and a boy on May 2009. The boy was 2 years older than him. He still remember his name. Jeon Jungkook. JJK&PJM was written at the back of the photo. He often reminisce their moments together as they don’t have much photos together back then. He can still feel his hand around his neck as they walk to the playground. He can still hear his voice in his head, shouting at the kids who would bother Jimin. 

      During that time and older, homosexuals aren’t accepted by society and people who committed the ‘crime’ would get a death punishment. Back then, everyone is so shallow minded. So the people who were gay would just do it behind the curtains. And Jimin happens to be bisexual. More like towards the balls but that is out of the topic. The thing was, only Jungkook knew about his sexuality that time. He wouldn’t dare tell this to his classmates or even his parents. But for some reason, everyone in the school knew about it. Everyday when he goes to school, he would get picked on by the students. Even some seniors would call him “faggot” in the hallway during the bell ring. But the thing that mostly got to him was, Jungkook’s friends knew about it first. Because without their big mouths, the ‘rumor’ about him being gay wouldn’t spread out to the whole school. 

       For the very first time since they have known each other, Jimin walked back home alone. He usually have Jungkook by his side to protect him. But today, he just ignored him. He’d ignored Jungkook when he calls him. He’d ignored Jungkook when he comes by Jimin’s locker. Jimin tried his best to ignore his best friend, his crush. Jimin walks with his head down. He doesn’t want to see anybody from school or just, anyone. He keeps walking until he heard Jungkook calling his name. “Jimin!” Jungkook shouted. “Wait up.” Jimin walks faster than his usual pace. 

      Jungkook regretted everything. When his friend, Taekyung was joking about Jimin liking him, Jungkook accidently spit out, “You’re not his type. He only like big dicks.” Which was true, because when he asked Jimin what does he want in a guy, Jimin said he wanted them big.Taekyung laughed, “That friend of yours is a faggot? Fucking knew it.” 

     “Why would you assume someone’s sexuality?!” Jungkook hissed..

     “No fucking straight people cares about a guy’s dick. Especially the size.” the male fired back. 

     “Shut the fuck up bro if you don’t know any shit.” he spat. 

      “So its true then. He’s officially gay. This is awesome.” Taekyung laughed again. He lit up a cigarette and put it on his mouth.

      Jungkook put his head on his palms and slowly massage it. “Stupid. You’re so fucking stupid J.” he thought.

+

      Jimin wanted to cry in his arms so bad. He just wanted to run to Jungkook and cry on his chest and let Jungkook tell him that he’ll always be there for him. He can’t let his heart control him now. Not when something like this happened. 

      Jungkook can’t take the silence anymore so he ran to Jimin. Jimin was still walking fastly. Jimin felt a hand wrapped around his waist and pulled him towards the person’s chest. He immediately knew that it was Jungkook by his hands and smell. He smells like home. Jimin struggled in his arms. 

      “Let me go.” Jimin hissed. 

      It’s Jungkook’s turn now to ignore him. Even when Jimin was struggling hard in his arm, he still doesn’t let him go and kept his mouth shut. He dragged Jimin all the way to his house until they reach at the front door. Today seems quiet. He pushed Jimin to the wall next to his door harshly. 

      “W-what are y-you doing?” JImin stuttered. Jungkook started to lean in. He put his forehead against Jimin’s. 

      “I’m sorry for fucking everything that happened to you at school. I could’ve beaten those fuckers but you won’t allowed me. I’m really sorry.” he murmured.

      “It’s okay. I’ve used to people say things to me.” he whispered. 

      “No it’s fucking not. You shouldn’t get used to it. Nobody should get used to it. Especially you.” Jungkook kissed Jimin’s forehead before he went to unlock the door. 

      Jimin involuntarily smiled at the memory. One thing that he’d always like about Jungkook is that he doesn’t care about people other than his family and close friends; like Jimin. Plus, Jimin had always envy Jungkook since the first day. Every time they walk together, he’d always had heads turned towards him. Girls, boys, teachers you name it. So when Jimin was beside him, he felt like an ant because he’s small and everyone’s attention is on Jungkook.

      He still couldn’t believe that Jungkook had left him during his sophomore year. He’s still sad at the fact that Jungkook didn’t make any effort to contact him. Not even once. JImin was the one who’d always trying. 

     “Why did he left?” Jimin sobbed. He had been crying for hours because of the news.

      Rumors had it that Jungkook left the town for ‘good’. And oh the rumors were true. Jimin know nothing about it. Jungkook didn’t tell him anything about leaving the town. He felt betrayed. Jungkook left Jimin a letter but that wasn’t enough. Jimin needed a solid explanation as to why he fucking left him alone unprotected. Knowing that the kids are going to pick on him more frequently now that he’s gone. 

     “I hate him.” he hissed. “I HATE YOU JEON JUNGKOOK.”

May 15 2010

I chose this because of personal matters. You know how my dad is. He can’t accept the fact that his son have a liking for dicks. He almost killed me with a butcher knife. Plus, it’ll ruin my reputation in school. Had to keep it cool yknow. I really don’t want to leave you but i have to. Please, please, please punch someone once in your life for bothering you. I can’t do that for you now. My punch can’t reach until Busan. Take care. I’ll always miss you and keep you in my heart. 

ps: i love u 

pss: more than u know 

      “Such a stupid letter,” Jimin grunted. He wanted to crunch up the letter but he couldn’t. Instead, he folded it neatly and hold it to his chest. He just let the tears fall down while muttering how much he hates and loves Jungkook. 

     knock

     Jimin looked up from the photo. Yugyeom was sitting in front of him with his coffee at his mouth. 

     “Are you done fucking the photo or you just wanna continue until it comes alive?” Yugyeom snapped.

     “You were late.” Jimin replied. “I had to get in here cause its cold outside.”

     “Blame my digestive system. Let’s go!” he exclaimed, already stood up with Jimin’s backpack. Jimin just sighed and followed him out of the shop.

~---~

      He opened the door and flew to the couch. He couldn’t believe that he had just walked from the ring to his house. If his precious weren’t at the workshop, he would’ve arrived home about 15 minutes. 

      “J you here?” his housemate, Jackson, asked from the kitchen. 

      “Yes.” he shouted back. 

      He laid on the couch for a few minutes before he sit straight up. He took off his jacket and mask. He pondered of what he’s going to do next because he had no clue at all. Usually after the fight he would go to a bar and drink with the money that he’d won. It’s just that tonight he really felt something was going to happen. He leaned in the couch and took out a cigarette. 

      He flicked the lighter a few times before he blow some smoke. He suddenly remembered something. His right hand went to his back pocket to take out his wallet. He flipped through his money until he found this particular photo. It was a photo of him and a boy. His best friend. His childhood crush. 

     “I miss you.” he kissed the photo. 

     “Don’t tell me you’ve given up on human until you wanna fuck the photograph.” Jackson snickered.

     “Imma fuck you up if you don’t shut your big mouth,” he snapped.

     “Calm your tits man. Why are you here so early?” the male replied.

     “I don’t feel like drinking tonight.” he blew some smoke to the air before he put the photo back into his wallet. 

     “Am i hearing this right?” Jackson cupped his ears to ridicule him. “Unbelievable! You finally have some senses in you.”

     “I swear to God you’re gonna lose a head if you keep doing this.” he fumed.

     Jackson just laughed. He knew his friend didn’t mean it but he still needs to keep an eye on his words so it doesn’t anger him more. 

      “You know my friend,” Jackson stated. “You need to call him. At least send him a damn postcard. You disappeared just like that from his life you know.”

      “You know I can’t.” he replied; calmly this time. “He will get attached to me more if I send him one.”

      “Dumbass if he’s like that, that means he misses you,” the male snapped. “You’re a fucking idiot sometimes. Go take a walk. I’m done with you for today.” Jackson went to his room and slammed the door. 

      “Fuck you asshat,” he yelled. “Fucking hell that bitch.” he flickered his cigarette onto the ashtray. He took his phone and wallet and put his jacket on. He took a new black mask and wore it. He’s out again. 

~---~

      Yugyeom punched the house code. He stepped in with Jimin following behind him. He dragged his luggage along with him. He stopped after a few steps. He looked around to observe the condition of the house. The house was modernised. Jimin knew it because he saw the korean rooftop on the other part of the house. The house was in C-shape and the middle one was the living room. He could see the television from outside as the sliding door is not closed. 

      “Home sweet home,” Yugyeom entered the house. He put down Jimin’s backpack and walk to the kitchen.

     Jimin noticed there’s various types of shoes on the step. Timberland, army boots, sneakers and some flip flops. They had a big ass cabinet shoes outside yet they can’t put it back. It’s totally messy with shoes everywhere. Jimin really wanted to put it back into the cabinet but he’s afraid that whoever Yugyeom lives with can’t find their shoes.

    “Alex?” someone shouted.

    “Kitchen!” Yugyeom shouted back. Jimin widen his eyes.

    “Alex?” Jimin muttered while tilting his side; confused as to why the guy just called his friend a different name. 

    Jimin heard a door knob turned. He’s not ready to meet Yugyeom’s housemates yet. Jimin and Yugyeom met when their parents met each other at Jeju. They became quite close to each other since then. Often asking how the day was, what happened and so on. Yugyeom was the so called good boy. He became aggressive after he moved away. He even joined a fight club which benefits him money. If Yugyeom already swears like that, imagine the words that’s going to come out of his housemates. 

    “Is this your friend?” a chocolate haired guy asked. He was wearing a black long sleeve shirt with basketball shorts. He looked a bit shorter than Yugyeom but he still towers over Jimin by a few centimetres. 

    “Jimin. Jackson. Jackson Jimin.” Yugyeom introduced his housemate lazily. Yugyeom sat on the couch after he got his drink.

    “Hello,” Jimin squeaked. Jimin bowed down a little to show some respect. “Quite intimidating,” he thought.

    “Why are you bowing lol c’mere,” Jackson suddenly pulled Jimin into an embrace. Jimin stayed still like a stick; not sure what to do.

    “Let him go,” Yugyeom or Alex pulled Jimin out of Jackson’s arm. “You know he’s whose right.”

    “Oh,” Jackson said while dragging the ‘O’. “J’s?”

    “Thanks for having a brain.” Yugyeom dragged Jimin out of the living room; leaving Jackson alone. 

    “Bitch,” Jackson muttered while glaring at Alex’s back. 

    Yugyeom brought Jimin to his room which means that they’re going to share a room together. It was located at the left side of the house near the toilet. He silently thanked God that he doesn’t need to walk far just to piss. 

    “Your room seems nice.” Jimin complimented. Seriously, it’s even better than he’d expected. He thought Yugyeom would have this messy adult room but boy did his room was shining like a diamond. His single bed which looks like it can fit 2 people was situated by the window. Even the window had this black hobbled roman shades curtain. When you enter the room, you can immediately see the bed in front of it. At the left side of the room was his clothes. He doesn’t have a closet so he put all his clothes on the black clothes rack. However on the right side, it’s a bit messy. Beside his bed was this small table and a big squared mirror at the back of the table. All of his earrings, some chokers, watches and colognes were placed there. Then Yugyeom had this bunch of black backpacks beside it as well but were not arranged properly. Not to mention the bar hanging at the entrance. 

     “No wonder he’s tall,” Jimin wondered. 

     “So... how was it?” Yugyeom asked hopefully. “I cleaned everything just for you to feel comfortable.” 

     “Wonderful. Too enough for me,” Jimin beamed. He laid down his luggage and zip it open. He took out a toffee and unwrap it. 

     Yugyeom was laying on his bed while playing phone. Jimin took his chance to admire his room more. His eyes were wandering around until it reaches the table. He looked at the table and saw a frame. It was a picture of Yugyeom, Jackson and another guy who was wearing a black mask at a ring. He tilted his head in wonder. Before he was dragged by Yugyeom, he caught a glimpse of a black mask on the television table. 

    “Hey Yugyeom,” Jimin called. Yugyeom hummed.

    “Who’s the guy in the middle in this photo?” Jimin took the frame and showed it to Yugyeom. 

    Yugyeom looked away from his phone to look at the picture. He tried his fucking hardest not to show any shock reaction as Jimin asked who the guy is. He didn’t want his friend to hurt all over again. He knew what happened because Jimin told him literally everything about J. After Yugyeom decided to take a boxing class 3 years ago, J was there as a trainer already. Time passed by, they became friends. Then came Jackson out of the blue. They all decided to rent a house together. And here they are. J didn’t know that Yugyeom had befriended Jimin. All he knew was Yugyeom was going to bring his friend to stay together for awhile until he found a place to himself. 

    “Another housemate. He’s not here.” Yugyeom answered; his attention went back to his phone. 

    “Oh,” Jimin mumbled. He put back the frame where it belongs. 

~---~

    He took off his shoes before entering the house. It’s 10pm and the house was awfully quiet. Usually during this time, Jackson would be in the living room with Yugyeom’s head laying on his lap; watching the television together. Now he’s wondering have Yugyeom’s friend arrived yet? Where is he sleeping? He went to Jackson’s room. He busted in without knocking only to find Jackson was sleeping; alone. He sighed before he closed the door carefully. 

    He looked around the living room. The television was off. The lights were off. The only source of light left was the kitchen. Then he remembered Yugyeom. He walked to his room and before he got the chance to twist the knob, Yugyeom shouted, “Don’t come in.”

   “Why?” he shouted. 

   “Um- we’re naked!” Yugyeom answered. 

   “what the fuck,” he mumbled. He walked away from the room. He went into his room instead. He took off everything that was on his body and got into bed. He was wondering how Yugyeom’s friend looked like. How is he. How old is he. He shook his head from the thought and closed his eyes. Hoping that he could finally get enough rest. 

+

   The sound of the alarm rang through his room. He jolted up from his sweet dream. He picked up his phone and clicked the “Stop” button to stop the alarm. He yawned and rubbed his hand all over his face so that he can fully focus what’s going on. He looked at the time. 8:15AM. For the first time ever since high school he had woken up this early. It’s always at the afternoon or evening then he’ll go to the ring to practice then fight. That has been his daily routine for 5 years. 

   He stood up and brought his towel with him to the living room. When he was already at the kitchen’s door, he saw Yugyeom and Jackson eating a breakfast. He tilted his head. He looked around the kitchen and saw that everything was neatly arranged. It’s just a few days ago there was empty bottles and half full of beer and alcohol on the counter. Now the bottles are gone. The table that was full of finished bag of chips were now cleared. All that was left was a jug of water and a few glasses on a tray. 

  “What the fuck happened?” he exclaimed. Yugyeom and Jackson looked up from their phone and cereal. “They even had fucking cereal in morning dammit.” he thought. 

  “Morning to you too,” Jackson replied with his mouth full of cereal. 

  “Where did you guys get a cereal? And why the fuck this kitchen looks clean?” he asked; obviously confused.

  “My friend woke up early just to do what y’all lazy people can’t do,” Yugyeom sneered. 

  “That makes you lazy as well bitch,” Jackson snapped. 

  “Fuck off I can do this too if i had the energy to do so,” the male hissed at Jackson. 

  “That just meant you’re lazy,” he deadpanned. 

  “Whatever.” Yugyeom rolled his eyes.

  “By the way,” he added; pulling out a chair to sit beside Yugyeom, “when can I meet this friend of yours? Where is he?”

  Yugyeom choked on his cereal. He pat Yugyeom’s back while Yugyeom was drinking a glass of milk to calm himself down. 

  “He’s already out. He said he’ll be back late night because he wanted to find a job and walk around,” Yugyeom replied nervously.

  Jackson kicked Yugyeom’s feet underneath the table. The male looked up to him and he gave this “don’t fuck things up” look. Yugyeom slightly nodded and continues to eat.

  He looked at Yugyeom and Jackson then raised an eyebrow. They’re hiding something. 

 “Fuck you guys,” he mumbled. He got up from his chair and went to the toilet to take a shower.

~---~ (Yugyeom’s POV)

  I sighed in relief. I looked up to Jackson just to see that he’s already staring at me like I should’ve not born into this world. 

  “I know I know,” I said. 

  “I swear to God you almost lost your mind back there,” Jackson snapped. 

  I rolled my eyes. It wasn’t that serious. At any time they could’ve met each other. It’s just a matter of time. 

  This morning, Jimin woke me up at around 6:45AM. I was going to throw a fit but then he said, “I prepared a breakfast.” I’ve never felt so happy before. It’s been so long since I’ve had a breakfast and the last time was when I was still living with my parents. Even though it’s just typical cereal and milk, it still sufficed my hungry stomach. 

  When I entered the kitchen to eat, everything was already cleaned. Table, countertops, dishes. It’s like I’m entering someone’s house. Not ours. 

  “I woke up at 5. Didn’t know what to do so I clean things. Now it looks better right?” Jimin beamed; taking a seat beside me.

  I just nodded; too shocked to speak. Moments later, Jackson came. His hair was straight up looking like a bee hive. He rubbed his face to see things clearly. When he was done, he also had this surprised look on his face. He looked at me first but I shook my head; indicates that I’m not the one who did all of those. Then he looked at Jimin, Jimin quickly wished him a good morning. 

  Jackson took a seat in front of me and took a bowl. He started to fill up his bowl with cereals. 

  “You’re too good for this world,” Jackson stated. I nodded; agreed with Jackson’s statement. I don’t know how long Jimin could keep up if he lives in this house. Our nasty world doesn’t mix well with his innocent one.

  Jimin just smiled. We talked for awhile until Jimin stood up. 

  “I’m going to take a shower. Need to find a job.” Jimin exclaimed.

  “Its only...,” Jackson squinted his eyes to see the time on the clock, “7:20. Isn’t it too early?”

  “I could do some walking to fit in. Need to get familiar with the place though.” Jimin remarked. He went to our room to take his stuffs.

   “He really is something else,” Jackson stuffed his mouth with cereals.

   “Yeah,” I looked at the door of my room. “He is.”

a/n: im tired. it took me literally a week to finish this part only (i happened to procrastinate alot). my laptop had probs so theres some work that i didnt get to save and i had to redo the same thing over and over again. i’m sorry if its too long for yall likings. this is only an appetizer. we havent get to the main dish yet ;)

-- Give your opinion abt this story on ask/message

--Like if yall want more (???)

[lveclouds]

forbidden (myg+jjk) the untamed au (ch.1)

a/n: this is the first chapter of forbidden!! and again, the header was made by the talented @suhdays​​, pls go give her all the love in the world 😔❤ idk how many chapters this will have, but it will be a series!! also, this chapter takes place thirteen years after the prologue, just like in the show hehe hope you all enjoy this, and pls let me know what you think! also, please be patient with me in terms of writing and regarding uploading schedules because i am very bad at sticking to them lmao but hopefully i can come up with one in the future! also, the next chapter will be jungkook’s hehe

genre: fluff, tooth-rotting fluff, mxm, angst, mild swearing? i guess?, slow burn, alternate universe

word count: idk but probs over 100+ at least 

*note: again, if mxm relationships make you uncomfortable, then pls do not feel as if you have to read this! i will be doing member x reader fics in the future i promise!!*

*and the ocs and the other members will be introduced in a later chapter ❤*

(present, 13 years later)

the air was crisp and clean when yoongi stepped outside, clutching bichen tightly in his left hand, swathed in white mourning robes. the bright sun’s rays were peeking through the clouds, bathing the world in golden beams of light. vibrant tiger flowers stood out against the green blades of grass, swaying gently in the light breeze. normally, the sight of the flowers basking in the sunlight would be a peaceful and happy one for yoongi. however, this time, the flowers now symbolized a time in his life where things were simpler, happier, even. ever since that fateful day of the siege at the burial mounds, his life had never been the same. yoongi tried to forget the pain and anguish he’d felt when jungkook had willingly let go of his hand, plummeting to his death in the chasm below. he remembered the look of despair in jungkook’s eyes, silently begging for yoongi to let go. yoongi had refused to, and kept a vice like grip on the younger’s hand. then, to his horror, jungkook’s brother, jeon jung hyun, lifted his sword above his head, pure malice in his eyes as he swung the blade down. yoongi could only watch in horror as the blade nearly made contact with jungkook’s hand, stabbing the rocky surface of the cliff that jungkook was clinging on to. yoongi saw the younger’s big, gorgeous doe eyes widen with fear, and before he could react, he felt jungkook’s hand slip out of his, almost frantically, and yoongi felt his heart shatter as the younger fell to his doom into the chasm below. 

yoongi remembered the way his heart felt as if it had been ripped out of his chest as he watched, powerless, as jungkook, the only man he ever loved, fall to his death. he remembered how useless and pathetic he felt as he stood there and did nothing. yoongi remembered crying out his name in fear as the younger plummeted to his doom. jungkook had only closed his eyes, as if he were sleeping, seemingly at ease, and yoongi fought the urge to jump off the cliff and suffer the same fate as the younger. 

it’d been nearly thirteen years since jungkook’s death, and yoongi had spent those years in mourning, holed up in the library pavilion, composing new pieces to play on his guqin, with every single song dedicated to him. yoongi had barely eaten or slept, despite his family urging him to do so. he felt numb, as if someone had cut off one of his limbs. he had lost the will or need to take care of himself, and this resulted in losing a significant amount of weight. luckily, before things got even worse than they were, his mother finally convinced him to have a proper meal. yoongi slowly got out of his miserable state, but the process was arduous and frustrating at times. 

yoongi suspected the universe hated him, because just a few weeks after he had managed to pull himself out of his state of depression, his uncle had fallen ill. he was dying, despite the efforts of the doctors who had tended to him. to yoongi, this event proved that the universe was merely out to get him, and he felt as if nothing in his life would ever be the same. in fact, nothing had and would ever be the same, especially with jungkook no longer in his life. 

 yoongi refused to spare the tiger flowers a second glance as he slowly made his way to his uncle’s chambers, still clutching bichen tightly, as if he were afraid that someone might steal it. 

his uncle, as he had feared, had died the moment he got there. his family was gathered around his bedside, his brother quietly sobbing in their mother’s arms. yoongi fought back tears at the scene as he made his way over to them, standing a few feet away, unsure of what to do. yoongi had never been the greatest at comforting, nor did he know what to say or do that would console his devastated family. out of the corner of his eye, his brother reluctantly broke away from their mother’s embrace and went over to him, his eyes red and puffy from crying. min jun was sensitive and gentle in nature, and his heart could be hurt quite easily. “yoongi, i didn’t think you’d come.” yoongi looked at him in disbelief. “of course i would, why wouldn’t i?” min jun shrugged. “i don’t know, i just figured you wouldn’t want to be surrounded by grief when you just got out of such a state yourself.” “i’m fine.” said yoongi, trying to keep his voice as steady as possible. 

min jun looked unconvinced, but he didn’t press further. “his funeral will be held three days from now.” he said, his voice hoarse and full of sorrow. “i know. i’ll be there.” min jun gave him a sad smile. “i know you will.” and before yoongi could respond, min jun ruffled his hair affectionately and walked away, rejoining their  mother. 

yoongi couldn’t stand seeing his family in so much pain, so he quietly slipped out of the room, gently pulling the doors closed behind him. minutes later, yoongi found himself in an alcove in the forest that surrounded the cloud recesses, staring fondly at the snow white bunnies hopping around on a patch of grass. he sighed and settled down on a rock a few feet away, propping bichen up against a tree. as if sensing his sadness, a bunny practically flew into his lap, moving around to get comfortable. yoongi allowed himself a small smile as he cradled the bunny to him, fingers idly stroking its soft fur. he had always come to this area to clear his head and escape from the turmoil that often plagued his family. he had grown fond of the bunnies that occupied this part of the forest, for they always seemed calm and serene. they also reminded him of jungkook, for he was also quite fond of bunnies, and his smile resembled that of the cute animal. 

yoongi ignored the way his heart clenched at the memory of jungkook smiling at him whenever he was in the younger’s vicinity. he shook the thought away and instead tried to think of what would happen after his uncle’s funeral. someone would have to take over his position as clan leader, and the only possible candidates were him and his brother. however, there was no doubt in yoongi’s mind that min jun would be chosen, after all, he was the oldest of the clan. 

yoongi had no qualms about his brother being clan leader. despite his gentle and often carefree nature, min jun was also very intelligent and sensible, and could also be very serious when needed. he would make an excellent clan leader, yoongi thought. 

yoongi let his mind wander for a bit. his mental state was in disarray, and no matter how hard he tried to forget jungkook, he knew that the memory of his gorgeous doe eyes and cheerful smile would forever be burned into the back of his mind like a brand. 

a/n: hello all!! so this was the first chapter of forbidden! i hoped you all enjoyed this and pls let me know what you think!!!

tagging: @softguks​ @sketchguk​ @suhdays​ @joonglows​ @swanqook​ @brilliantlybasicb​ @outroshooky​ @jinies​ @yourdelights​ @starlightstae​ @glitterjoons​

p.s. - let me know if you want to be tagged for my fics 💕💕