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A Gamers Apology ~ HJS

WORD COUNT: 0.9K (I’m so sorry its so short T-T)

GENRE: Angst? Fluffy, reader and Hannie in their own bubble, non idol au, han being cute af, established relationships

PAIRING: Jisung x GN!Reader

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - March 2024

⤜MASTERLIST

You sat cross-armed on the couch, your eyes fixed on the television screen where your boyfriend, Han, was engaged in a fierce battle on COD. Your character lay motionless on the virtual battlefield, a victim of Han's relentless skill and precision. You clenched your jaw, your frustration growing with each passing second. How could he do this again? Every time you played the game he would only think of his own missions and take over yours, killing all of the enemies you'd done all the damage to and taking the points for himself.

"Seriously, Hannie? Again?" You finally blurted out, breaking the tense silence that had enveloped the room. Han turned to face you with a puzzled expression, the game playing in the background as both your characters died and it went to a game screen. 

"What's wrong, babe? Did I do something?" Your glare intensified. 

"Did you do something? You stole all my kills! I was this close to completing the mission, and you swoop in and take them all. It's not fair!" Han's eyes widened in realization and a slight blush began to settle on his cheeks, he hadn't realised until it was too late. 

"Oh, is that what this is about? Come on, Yn, it's just a game. I didn't mean to—"

"Just a game? You don't understand," You interrupted, your frustration bubbling over. It wasn't that he'd done it just this once, it was all the times you played together he would do this shit and it was starting to get under your skin.

"You always do this. You always prioritize your own score over everything else, even if it means ruining my experience." You realised you probably sounded childish talking about it but you didn't care.

"Like Pokemon last week, you kept stealing every fight and every Pokemon I wanted and didn't care that I ended up with nothing," You mumbled under your breath, getting up from the chair and heading to the kitchen, needing some space. Han sighed, following after you and reaching out to gently place a hand on your shoulder. 

"I'm sorry, babe. I didn't mean to upset you. I guess I got carried away in the heat of the moment." You shrugged off his touch, your expression still icy as you slowly turned around to face him.

"That's the problem, Hannie. It's always 'heat of the moment' with you. You never consider how your actions affect others, especially me."

Han hung his head, feeling a pang of guilt wash over him. He hadn't realized how much his behaviour was affecting you until now.

"It's just a game." He grumbled at you, you scoffed a little and turned around to face the window ignoring him. Clearly, he didn't care but you did. 

Your frustration boiled beneath the surface as you began to give Han the silent treatment. Despite his attempts to apologize and make amends, you couldn't shake off the lingering feeling of resentment.

Han watched you from across the room, his heart sinking with each passing moment of your icy silence. He had hoped that your argument would blow over, but your continued distance only made him feel more helpless. As the tension in the room became unbearable, he stood up slowly, his shoulders slumped in defeat. He opened his mouth to say something, anything to break the suffocating silence, but the words caught in his throat. You stared at him waiting for him to say anything but he just sighed and made his way to the door, pausing for a moment, his hand hovering over the doorknob, but he couldn't bring himself to turn back to you.

Without a word, he walked out of the door.

Later in the day, Han returned to the apartment, a sense of determination guiding his steps, he'd been thinking of a way to make it up to you all afternoon and he knew how he was going to do it. You'd been begging to go to the Pokemon store for almost a month now to get the new Vulpix plushie they bought out but you'd never had enough time so he bought the biggest one they had. In his hand, he carried a plushie alongside it a bouquet of flowers, a small token of his affection.

You were sat on the couch, your gaze fixed on the television screen but your mind still lingering on the earlier argument, you began to feel guilty, after all, he was right it was just a game but everytime you tried to call him you'd chicken out of it. You were flicking through the channels when you heard the door open, you glanced up, your expression guarded.

"Hey," He smiled at you, walking in your direction and grinning,

"I bought these for you," Your eyes softened as you took in the gifts he was holding, your guilt only weighing you down more.

"W-What for?" Han took a deep breath, steeling himself for what he was about to say. 

` "I understand why you were annoyed earlier," he began, his voice filled with sincerity. 

"I was selfish and thoughtless, and I hurt you. I'm really sorry." You whimpered a little, tears springing to your eyes as you shook your head.

"I overreacted a little. B...But I appreciate the apology." You sniffed as he sat down beside you, your hands clutching onto the plushie as Han smirked at you.

"I did good?" He arched a brow at you and you smiled,

"Baby, you did more than good. I love this," You whispered before kissing him softly.

"I love you, I'm sorry I overreacted Hannie," You breathed out, his arm wrapping around your shoulder as he brought you closer to his chest.

"It's in the past." He promised you, both of you relaxing completely on the sofa together.

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Chorando eternamente (“eternamente” = até agosto) porque estamos oficialmente em época de festa junina PORÉM nenhum dos idols coreanos vai nos agraciar com um comeback estilo forró ou quadrilha 😔😔😔 brasileiro só se ferra, é incrível

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Atrás da sombra. (Min Yoongi - mini imagine)

/Nome: Atrás da sombra.

/Autora: jjeon

/Avisos: palavras de baixo calão, temas sensíveis.

/Personagem: Min Yoongi (narrador)

PS: as frases entre "" são pensamentos.

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Observei meu lábio inferior cortado no espelho, ri baixo e balancei a cabeça.

"Isso é culpa sua, Yoongi."

- Cala a boca. - Respondi com a voz áspera, sentia minha garganta seca. Há quanto tempo eu não bebia água?

Me arrastei até a cama velha e sentei, ouvindo o barulho das molas enferrujadas estalarem. O cobertor, hoje não emitia nada de calor.

A única fonte de luz que eu tinha, era quando alguns raios de sol sem querer passavam pelo buraco no teto, por onde também entrava ar de vez em quando.

"Ele vai voltar, se arrume."

Ri de novo. - Eu to' pouco me fodendo. Quero que tudo se foda.

Me joguei na cama, sentindo as molas pinicarem minhas costas, nada fora do normal. O gosto amargo na boca, as costas doendo, a vontade de chorar.

Mas eu já gritei tanto.

Ninguém ouviu?

Apertei os lábios, encarando o teto mofado. Eu não sabia que horas eram, mas devia estar perto do almoço ou algo assim.

"Você vai deixa-lo tocar em você, Yoongi?"

Era impossível esquecer.

Mesmo que eu gritasse, socasse o espelho, quebrasse a cama, ou me escolhesse. Era impossível.

Desde o primeiro dia.

As suas mãos em mim não são algo novo, porque eu não tenho mais medo. Eu não sinto mais meu sangue gelar e as mãos tremerem, eu não suplico que ele pare.

Porque eu me acostumei a isso.

A cama.

Aos cortes.

Ao frio.

Aos beijos.

Aos tapas.

Aos gemidos e arfares.

Me acostumei a ser seu boneco de prazer.

Porque Jeon Jungkook, é o homem que abre a porta, que me observa, que me bate, que me beija, que me dá ordens, que me prende.

E eu apenas fico quieto, deixo ele me bater, deixo que me beija, que morda, que chupe, que me dê ordens, e que me prenda nesse inferno.

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Jeon Jungkook sequestrou Min Yoongi em 2013.

Em outubro de 2017, o cativeiro foi encontrado, graças a denúncia do vizinho novo, Park Jimin que um dia ouviu gritos.

Park Jimin havia pedido Min Yoongi em casamento um dia antes do sequestro.

Min Yoongi foi encontrado com diversos hematomas, além de sofrer abuso físico e psicológico por 4 anos.

Ele adquiriu depressão psicótica e esquizofrenia.

Hoje vive em Busan, com seu marido Park Jimin.(imaginem que estamos em 2018 ok)

Jeon Jungkook foi sentenciado a pena de morte, levou uma injeção letal em 26 de outubro de 2017.

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Boa tarde

Tenso

Eu tive essa ideia ouvindo Hellevator do Stray Kids (ouçam pq é um hino)

Espero que tenham gostado e é isso aí

Vlw

Flw

É nois

Jjeon