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Through The Grapevine | KTH Oneshot

Summary: Kim’s Family Winery, a symbol of prestige and luxury, yet their finances are absolute shit.

Warnings: language

Genre: Fluff

Rating: SFW, PG-13 (for language)

Word Count: 8k Words

A/N: I finished this at 1 am. Oh god I’ve been writing for five hours straight.

Thank you to @yoongi-sugaglider for the prompt I used for this idea!! I didn’t use it exactly but thank you!!! And I’m honestly so nervous because Jester and JJ are business people and I probably screwed all the business stuff up, but if you squint you can see a little bit of sense??

Prompt: Taehyung the boy from money. His family owns a slew of Italian vineyards and he's expected to inherit the job. But he secretly wants to race yachts.

Other: Masterlist

You were royally fucked. Running late to your first day on the job at Kim’s Family Winery was not the first impression you wanted to make.

“Fuck fuck fuck.” You pulled your hair into a messy ponytail as you slammed the taxi door shut. “Kim’s Family Winery.” You barked, voice hoarse from having woken up an hour ago.

You tucked the loose strands of hair behind your ear and tried your best to smooth down any frizz. While your face and hair looked semi-presentable, the rest of your body told a different story. It told the story of waking up late, throwing on your clothes in the dark, forgetting to turn on the lights, tripping down the apartment steps, and falling into the street trying to wave down a taxi. Life was great. You had a sinking feeling in your stomach as you drove farther away from the city into the rolling vineyards of the countryside. It was an hour long drive to the winery and you had exactly 30 minutes to be there.

Time to start brainstorming excuses. You had an hour, whether you liked it or not. You sighed and pressed your forehead to the back of the seat in front of you. The leather smelled like cigarettes. Okay, well I could use the traffic excuse or maybe the ‘taxi driver was slow’ excuse. You sat up and glanced at the taxi driver’s face. He was an older gentleman with wrinkles and probably more knowledge in one hair than your entire body. No, not that one. A voice in your head chimed in to tell you to ‘just tell the truth’ and while that was enticing, you had never been great with the whole honesty thing. You groaned at your predicament.

“You doing alright?” The old man looked at you through the rearview mirror.

“Yes.” You answered automatically before quickly backtracking. “I mean, no.” You sighed and tilted your head back against the headrest. “I’m late for my first day at work.”

“Ah, Kim’s Family Winery is a big deal I hear.” He smiled sympathetically at you, then turned his eyes back to the deserted road.

“I know.” You grumbled.

“But it’s not going to be too bad, okay? Just have faith in yourself.”

“Thank you.” You turned to face the window.

The hills rolled far into the distance. Rows and rows of corn, grapes, and strawberries passed you by. The sun was casting a golden hue over the fields and you could see the farmers milling around, probably having been awake since dawn. You had always enjoyed the countryside, but you had never thought about working in it. You had always expected to work at some big business corporation, not manage the finances of a famous winery.

“What time are you supposed to be there?”

You glanced at your phone. The time read 8:00 A.M. You needed to be there in 30 minutes.

“8:30.” You said, the defeat evident in your voice.

“Missed your alarm?” The man furrowed his eyebrows in concern.

“Yes.” You said quietly, sinking lower. “And I know this drive takes at least an hour.”

There was a long silence. The pavement turned to dirt. The wheels crunched loudly against the loose ground. The driver picked up speed, his hands gripped the steering wheel.

His eyes then looked up and met your gaze in the rearview mirror before looking back at the path.

“I think I can make it in 45.”

45 minutes later, you stepped out onto the dirt paved road, your briefcase resting on your fingers behind your back. You had expected a lavish villa of some sort, but instead you’re greeted with a quaint, one story, building. It had vines tangling with a wooden arch that led to the entrance. You shuffled awkwardly, unsure of what to do. You didn’t want to stall any long, but your nerves were getting the best of you. You looked at the time. 8:45. You needed to get in there right away. The taxi pulled away and you bit your lip, now alone.

The first step was the hardest, the second a little less so. You continued until you were right at the door. It was a pane of glass with the words Kim’s Family Winery printed with gold lettering. The place gave a very home-y vibe despite the prestige. There was a little dirt path off to the side and your eyes traced its path all the way up the hillside. On the hill’s side sat a large villa, bright white and large glass windows reflecting the morning sun. You took a deep breath and tried to peer inside. It was dark, but that could just be the contrast to the outside.

You slowly opened the door, jumping as a bell rang out, alerting them of your entrance. You closed the door quietly behind you and made your way inside. The walls were made of wood and the floor was a soft carpet. Deeper inside, the lights were off. The only source of light was the sun streaming through the large windows. There were a few booths and a couple long tables to your left. To your right was a bar with a wall of fine wines resting behind it. You didn’t know if you should call out or just wait. So you instead decided to look for the light switch. It was nice, the natural light, but it was a little dark in some areas.

The place was quiet as you moved to the front to search for the light switches.

“Just leave it be. The morning light is calming and opening isn’t until 9.” A deep voice rang out, making your skin break out into goosebumps.

“I’m so sorry for being late.” You exclaimed, turning to face a man walking through the door. He had on blue jeans, a red plaid shirt, and working boots. He stamped his feet on the mat by the door and walked inside. He had a small smile on his face as he surveyed you.

“Don’t worry, everyone is always a little late, but don’t tell Namjoonie I said that, okay?” The man said casually. He walked over to the bar and started searching through the wine bottles. He held one up, checked the label, and then pulled out a pen and checked off something on a list.

“I’m Kim Taehyung.” He said, the pen cap in his mouth. “You are the new hire, I’m guessing?”

You were frozen, watching Taehyung move from one bottle to the next. The glasses clinked heavily back into place one after another. Your hands gripped your briefcase as you moved toward the odd man. He wasn’t odd looking whatsoever, in fact he looked as if he were sculpted by the gods, but his behavior was so...friendly. The name Kim Taehyung rung a bell. He must be one of the brothers. You hadn’t expected them to work with everyone else. You thought they would send orders down and then run off to catch a private jet to the Maldives or something.

“Y-yeah, I’m,” You cleared your throat and he stopped, looking up at you with a raised eyebrow. “I’m Y/N.” You bowed your head slightly.

He let out a little laugh and dipped his head in recognition. Then he scribbled his signature onto the paper and dumped the clipboard into a drawer. He capped the pen and shoved it back into his pocket.

“You’re here for the money thing yeah?” The man went around the bar and appraised you, eyes flicking over your body. You felt only a little self conscious against his intense gaze, hands moving to your front, briefcase with it.

“Yes, sir.” You nodded.

“Aish, just call me Taehyung” He scratched his head. “Sir sounds too formal.”

You quirked an eyebrow. When Kim Seokjin had interviewed you, he had always spoken formally. You had expected that to be commonplace at Kim’s Family Winery.

“O...okay?” You relaxed your grip on your briefcase as he flashed you a boxy smile.

“Y/N.” He pulled out a bar chair and sat on it backwards. “I’m going to be honest with you,” His expression went dark, his gaze growing in intensity. “Kim’s Family Winery is going bankrupt.”

“What do you mean by that?” Your voice came out harsher than you thought.

“Well, we’re losing more money maintaining our little winery than we are gaining or whatever you call it.” He waved his hand nonchalantly. “We leave logistics to Joonie. That’s why we got you!”

“I thought...I thought this was the most sought after wine!” You cried. Maybe coming here was a mistake. You could’ve gotten a better job at a place like BigHit or Bangtan Inc. Instead, you were lured in by the prestige of Kim’s Family Winery and accepted the job.

“Yes, but with those fancy soda wine can things coming out, we’ve been losing more money.” He explained.

“Right, right.” Okay, all they need is for you to save the ship and then you can leave. You thought to yourself, already feeling the headache.

“Are you going to stick around?” Taehyung tilted his head, biting his lip.

“Yes, of course. I’ll help you.” You said firmly, despite your apprehension.

“Great! Because the last guy jumped ship when he saw our debt.” He jumped up from his seat and started walking towards a door. “This leads to the office. You’ll find the finances that Joonie filed and then you can come tell us the situation! Jinnie should be here in uhhh,” He glanced at his watch. It was a rolex. “About five minutes!”

“Great thanks-” Before you could finish he was already gone, the door shutting behind him.

You sighed and got to work, turning on the lights in the office. You moved to the small window that was near the ceiling. It opened painfully slowly. You then went about taking out the various files that held their financial reports. You gathered the most relevant ones you could find and then dropped them on the small metal desk, coughing as dust flew into the air. The clock on the wall read 9:00 A.M.

You flipped through some papers, noting the most noticeable changes in profit and expenses.

“Who spends $1000 on cleaning fluid, and why?” You murmured to yourself as you noted it down in the I Need Answers column of your notes.

There was a light knock on the door.

“Y/N? Are you ready?” Taehyung said softly through the door.

You hastily gathered your notes and stood up from your position hunched over the desk.

“Yes, yes” You coughed loudly as the dust flew into your lungs. “Achem, Just a second.”

You felt like you were hacking up a lung. You swallowed to try and rid yourself of the dust coating your throat. It didn’t help much, but you got control of yourself. How do they spend so much on cleaning fluid and yet they can’t seem to clean their office? You threw open the door, looking forward to getting out of the closet known as the office. Sadly, there was a loud thump and Taehyung stepped into your view.

“Ow.” He groaned, hand covering his nose as he stumbled backwards.

“Oh my god, Taehyung, I’m so sorry!” You rushed towards the taller man, but he held his hand out to stop you.

“No, no, Y/N it’s okay.” His eyes were scrunched up tight. He pulled his hand back to view the first drops of blood.

“You’re bleeding.” The Earth really hated you today.

You wanted to scream, but instead you quickly ducked into the bar area and searched around the cabinets. Luckily you came across a box of tissues and you aggressively pulled out a tissue. You ran back over to him, only to hear low voices.

“It’s fine! It’s fine! It was a simple accident.” You heard Taehyung say, swatting at his brothers.

You stopped in your tracks, suddenly worried. Of course the brothers would arrive right when you had just clobbered Taehyung in the nose.

“It doesn’t look good, Taehyungie.” one brother said.

“It’s just a bloody nose, god you guys are real drama queens.”

You slipped into the room, trying not to draw attention to yourself, but instantly their gazes snapped to you. You could feel Namjoon’s withering stare and Jin’s confused expression. You tried to just focus on the task. You handed Taehyung the tissue and he thanked you awkwardly as he covered his nose.

“So you’re Y/N?” Namjoon sighed.

“Yes.” You squeaked, resisting the urge to run away.

Surprisingly, he just chuckled a little and held out his hand. “Welcome to the family.”

“So let’s see here.” You pulled out your notes and flipped through the pages. “I can sum it up like this; you’re losing a lot of money for a lot of unnecessary things.”

“Obviously, that’s why you’re here.” Taehyung rolled his eyes. You sighed and closed the notebook.

“Then you have to trust me.” You said. “Looking through your expenses here, I can only do so much.”

“Anything you need to know?” Namjoon steepled his fingers.

“Yes.” You flipped to the last page where you had circled a big name with question marks. “Who is Rosa Chung?”

“An old family friend. She has helped the winery out a lot!” Jin explained quickly.

“She seems to be losing you a lot of money.” You muttered. “I see here that her and her party ordered a total of $20,000 worth of wine and yet, I see no payment back. You lost $20,000, why?”

“It was her birthday!” Taehyung jumped in. You just raised your eyebrow in disbelief.

“And why have you spent $1,000 in cleaning fluid? Because I honestly have no idea where it’s going if it’s not going to that dusty office you have back there.”

Despite having been flustered in your arrival, you were in your element now. Plus, the boxy smile of Taehyung did help loosen your nerves. The sitting room was arranged like so; You sat across the couch in a single leather chair, legs crossed, while they sat smooshed together on the couch looking like scolded children.

“Rosa explained that we needed it. She never told us why, but she always tells us we need it.” Namjoon murmured, as if realizing the ridiculousness of the statement as he spoke.

“I’d like to meet this Rosa lady.” You snorted. “How did she manage to talk you into giving her all this free stuff, huh?” Are these guys idiots or geniuses?

“She’s an old family friend, we trust her.” Jin said, his head dipping low.

“Ah, this is bullshit.” Taehyung sighed, draping his upper half over the side of the couch.

“So what do we do? Confront her?” Namjoon shifted uncomfortably.

“You are capable businessmen.” You snapped the notebook shut. “I’ll stop the orders of cleaning fluid and start brainstorming ways to make back your lost money.” You stood up, dusting yourself off. “With the Rosa situation...figure it out.”

You promptly left the room and went back to the office. First day on the job? Yes. But you were going to give it to them straight. You weren’t here to make them feel better or hide things, you were there to handle their finances. Taehyung knocked on your door a little while later.

“Can I come in?”

“Yeah, come in.” You responded, distracted as you tried to look up event costs.

The only way you could see them pulling through by the end of the month, was if they held a fundraiser and raised over $100,000. It was a stretch, but with their prestige, they could do it. How did they get that prestige with such lousy finances? Who knew. Well, the keyword was try, because your cell reception was almost none. You drummed your fingers impatiently on the desk as you waited for the page to finally load. Taehyung entered the room, the door softly clicking shut behind him.

It was a little cramped with two of you in the small office, but it would make do. The page loaded and you got preoccupied reading through the list of venues. If you calculated the expenses going into it and the expected profits, you could see the event helping quite a bit.

“So anyway, that’s all I wanted to say.” Taehyung cleared his throat. Your eyes shot up, widening slightly.

“I’m so sorry...I wasn’t listening to anything you just said.” You admitted sheepishly.

He didn’t seem bothered, but his eyes went a little dull. His smile didn’t loosen and he chuckled a little, but it seemed forced.

“Yeah, I get that a lot.” He muttered.

Your gaze softened, taking in the man in front of you. He was tall and well built. His waist was slim and his face was a beautiful tan color with deep pools of brown for eyes.

“Well,” You put down your phone with a smile. “You have my undivided attention.” You clasped your hands together on the desk.

He looked confused and suddenly he went very quiet. It was as if no one had told him that before, as if no one had ever taken the time to listen to him before this. You noted the way his fingers twitched and the muscle in his jaw ticked slightly as he seemed deep in thought. Taehyung breathed out slowly and his stance made it look like a heavy weight had just been lifted. His eyes watched you curiously.

“I said, uh, that you probably think we’re...pretty stupid.” He said awkwardly. “But I assure you we’re not! Joonie is really smart, he’s like 200 IQ, or was it 148? And Jinnie, jinnie is smart, but maybe not as much, but still smart! We’re all smarter than average I swear-”

You burst out laughing at his ramblings, to which you quickly inhaled a load of dust and started coughing.

“Y/N! Are you alright?” He rushed to your side, squeezing between the desk and the filing cabinets. He patted your back as you wheezed.

“Maybe-maybe she was right about the need for cleaning supplies. It’s so dusty in here.” You croaked. You suddenly became aware of your proximity. His hand rested on your back and his face was right next to yours, as if he were whispering some divine secret. You tried your best to keep the heat off your face.

“And don’t worry, Taehyung, I never thought you guys were stupid, I just thought you had lousy finances.”

He seemed relieved by your statement and moved away all too quickly.

“So how do you plan to fix those lousy finances?” He asked, hands drawn behind his back.

“I think a fundraiser would be good.” You said, pushing the paper of notes you had written towards him. It held logistics, costs, and other expenses needed. Then it held what you believed would be the profit, the desired profit, and all the negatives that could happen.

“Hm...It’s kind of risky, right?” He eyed the paper, barely glancing over your messy handwriting. You frowned and took the paper back, looking over it.

“Actually, no. I think either way, we’ll get more than we put in and even if it’s a total flop and no one goes, then we lose a couple thousand dollars and get free wine. There’s still enough to go through the month.” You explained. “But, if you don’t want to do it, it’s okay.”

“I want to.” He answered quickly, not even waiting for your sentence to be completed. “I mean, I’ll have to ask the others, but I think it’s a good idea.”

“It’s my first day, Taehyung, you can tell me if you don’t like it.” You tilted your head and looked at him. His cheeks were slightly flushed and he avoided your gaze.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll talk it over with the other two.” He said, then he motioned with his hand towards the paper. “Can I have that to show them?”

You smiled a little and handed him the paper. He took it in his hands and held it lightly, like a baby bird.

“Don’t lose it. I still need it for planning.” You called as he made his exit.

“I won’t! You can count on me!” He shouted back over his shoulder.

You shook your head, but couldn’t hide the smile that grew on your face once he was gone. Taehyung intrigued you and you definitely felt...attracted to him, but it wasn’t either of you's place to act on those feelings.

Your eyes were hurting from staring at the screen for so long and your hand was numb from writing. You checked the time to see it was already 6:00 P.M. You grabbed your things, lingering a little longer. You could hear the shouts of customers and the laughter spewing from their drunken lips. The three boys had to stay late, but you were simply their financial advisor, you didn’t really need to stay past 6. You still lingered, taking your time grabbing your things and exiting.

In the dining area there were several parties of people, all seemingly having the time of their lives. Namjoon stood at once table, a small cart of wines next to him as he spoke to the group of people. They all listened intently as he poured their glasses. It seemed Namjoon had a way of making people listen to him. His words were commanding and it always felt like he knew more than he was letting on.

Jin was speaking to another group, but the table was having a much rowdier time. One woman stood and hooted with laughter at something he said.

“Aish, it’s good that someone likes Jin’s jokes.” Taehyung said as you passed by the bar. You didn’t need to be anywhere and it would take a while for the taxi to arrive, so you sat yourself down at the bar.

“Maybe he should marry her. There aren’t many people who can stand those jokes.” The man tsked and shook his head in shame as he poured a few patrons a glass.

You twisted in your seat to survey the crowd, your eyes landing on Jin’s table.

“That woman is like, 60, Taehyung. Jin is, what, 10?” You rolled your eyes.

“He’s 27, I’ll have you know.” He snorted.

“Uh huh.”

“It’s true!”

“If he’s 27, then you must be at least 3.” You said playfully.

“I’m a ripe 24.” He sniffed, screwing the cap back onto a bottle of wine.

You shifted in your seat, leaning to your left to look through the glass door. The yellow light of a taxi pulled up into the driveway. You hopped off the seat.

“Alright then, I’m off.” You announced.

“Right when I was beginning to enjoy your company.” His lips quirked into a smile.

“What are you suggesting Mr. Kim?” You narrowed your eyes suspiciously.

“Nothin’” He said innocently and quickly turned to wipe off some glasses. “Have a goodnight.”

“You too!” You called back as you stepped through the door.

When the door closed, the night sky enveloped you in its cold grasp. The stars welcomed you home and the noise of the winery faded into nothingness. The quiet peace of the countryside held you close. You missed this. The taxi rolled down its window.

“You coming, little miss?” The man’s gruff voice called.

“Yup! One second!” You did a double check.

Keys, check, pen, check, notebook, check. You went down the list and made sure you hadn’t forgotten anything. Then you pulled open the door of the taxi and got in.

“87 Solomon Lane.” You instructed, then you sagged in your seat, exhausted.

Rosa was a pretty woman. Light blonde hair and big blue eyes, a slim body, model ready. Picture Perfect. You just wished she wasn’t in every single one of your pictures. You had decided to save money and just take pictures for the website yourself. Since when did I become the media manager, the general manager, and the financial advisor?

It really wasn’t fair how attached you’d gotten to the winery. You had been alone for so long and the winery was beginning to feel like a second home, a family. Jin always started off the day with a bad pun, Namjoon would clumsily break something, and Taehyung would flash his boxy smile at you. Taehyung had been...odd. He was always around you, a hand reaching out to grasp your shoulder or brushing your hands when you handed him something. You chalked it up to him being a touchy person.

Then Rosa started to come by more frequently. Every time you tried to take a decent picture of the place, she would always pop into view with some excuse or another. With a sigh, the woman walked off for the fifth time and you officially gave up. You handed the camera over to Taehyung and left to seek shelter in the closet office.

“We really need to have a talk with Rosa.” You said one day. You had been staying late and helping them clean, even though you had no idea which wine was which.

“I don’t know, Y/N. She’s a close friend.” Namjoon scratched his neck.

“A close friend who’s draining your money.” You fired back. Taehyung stopped what he was doing and went over to you, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“You’re right, I think it’s time.” He sighed, his deep voice sending a shiver down your spine. Namjoon didn’t look as sure. Jin looked between you, Namjoon, and Taehyung.

“You could say that Y/N is draining our money too.” Namjoon pointed out, a harsh gaze flickering over his face. While you felt hurt, you couldn’t show it. Before you could open your mouth, Taehyung gripped your shoulder tightly.

“That’s enough, Namjoon. We all know Y/N is worth it.” He hissed.

“I don’t know. Always telling us what to do. You don’t even know this business like we do.” Namjoon addressed you and your nostrils flared in anger.

“Namjoon stop.” It was Jin who was speaking. Jin, who founded Kim’s Family Winery, Jin, who was going to see it to his end or its end. Jin, who was watching the winery fall apart. “We all know this place is dying and Y/N is here to help. She’s a part of the business now and I don’t recall ever agreeing to let Rosa have free reign over our money. Can’t you understand? The business is going under, Namjoon. It’s going under and unless we can pull off this damn fundraiser, Kim’s Family Winery is over.”

Namjoon softened, eyes gazing at the older male. Jin looked broken, his teeth gnawing at his lower lip.

“I won’t let it be over.” You said, cutting through the silence like a knife. “I will help in any way I can.” You took a deep breath. “And if you can’t pay me now, pay me later. I really just want to help you.”

The leader looked even more ashamed, his face falling. He dipped his head and quickly excused himself, Jin following suit. Taehyung stayed and turned your body towards him. Your breath hitched at how close you were to the handsome man. He’s your coworker, stop. You placed your hands on his arms, ready to push him away, but you didn’t.

“Did you mean it?” He gazed into your eyes. “Did you mean what you said?”

The corners of your lips twitched upwards.

“Every single word.”

He leaned in and so did you. Your body wanted this, craved his lips against yours, but sadly, there was a loud achem. You tore yourself away so fast it felt like whiplash. He looked equally disconcerted and both your attentions snapped to the figure standing in the center of the room. Rosa.

“Can I have a glass of wine? Taehyung, you know the one?” Rosa sat down nonchalantly. You quirked your head as Taehyung set to work without any questions.

“What brings you around here, Rosa? You seem to be coming in a lot.” You said, striking up a conversation. The woman was certainly dressed to the nines, despite it being a family winery. Her neck held gems probably worth more than your life and her dress was definitely gucci. And yet she can’t seem to pay.

“I’m just….dropping by.” her tone was low and sultry. “I just came back from flying all around Europe. Next I’m going to visit the Maldives.” She bragged.

“That sounds lovely.” You commented, trying not to frown. Taehyung placed the glass down and she picked it up, downing it in one go to your surprise. The man beside you didn’t seem fazed.

“You’re new around here, darling, and since you don’t have a uniform on I can only guess you’re doing a boring job. Maybe finance?” Rosa smirked at your expression. Right on target.

“Yes, I am, actually. I’m Y/N, It’s a pleasure to meet the main reason this business is losing money.” You smiled sweetly.

“The pleasure is all mine.” She chuckled darkly and shook your hand. Then she hopped off the stool. “I have a lot of places to be, so I must be going.”

“Actually, you still need to pay.” You said firmly. Taehyung blanched, poking at your back to tell you to stop, but you kept pushing on. Rosa narrowed her eyes slightly, the smile never leaving her face.

“I see...it does seem I’ve forgotten.” She slowly pulled out her wallet and took out the cash. She placed on the counter with a little more force than necessary and left quickly.

You and Taehyung stared at the wad of cash and then at each other.

“I can’t believe you did that.” Taehyung gaped.

“What? She’s all bark but no bite.” You shrugged and grabbed the money, counting it. Then you placed it in the register. “See, all you guys had to do was ask. What could possibly go wrong?”

Taehyung’s grim expression did not leave you with much confidence.

Apparently, a lot could go wrong.

“What is this?” Namjoon slammed the newspaper onto the counter. Jin picked it up, reading it aloud.

“Kim’s Family Winery finally going out of style?” He read out the headline. “The beloved Kim’s Family Winery has finally taken a turn for the worse with staff treating customers poorly and customers being overcharged for cheaply made wine.”

“That’s outrageous!” Taehyung cried out.

The newspaper was thick. Rosa’s last name spelled across the top. You groaned and placed your head on the counter of the bar in defeat. No one told you she was the daughter of one of the biggest newspapers in Seoul.

“What did you do?” Namjoon stared at you incredulously.

“I...I just asked her to pay, is that so bad?”

“I told you we’d deal with her! You didn’t need to do that!” He practically growled.

“I’m sorry, I’ll make it up to you.” You said quietly.

“Just get out.” Namjoon hissed. Your eyes widened. You looked frantically to Jin, but he averted his eyes. Taehyung looked at you, a sad look in his eyes.

“Come on, Namjoon. It was the right thing to do…” He started.

“I’ll deal with you later.” The older male furrowed his eyebrows at his younger.

Taehyung shut his mouth and you picked up your bag, walking right back out the door you came in. It was shameful and you were trying your best not to break out into a sob right then and there.

The taxi arrived swiftly and you croaked out your address before sobbing into your hands. The taxi driver was a kind looking woman who was looking worriedly at you.

“Rough day?” She asked gently.

“I may have just been fired.” You sniffled. “I don’t think I even did anything wrong.”

“Yeah, I know that feeling. Sometimes the best thing you can do is try to pick up and move on.” The driver smiled.

Her words made you sob harder.

“I heard through the grapevine that there’s a big fundraiser for Kim's Family Winery.” The woman continued. “Maybe you can go and get some good wine and drown your sorrows, yeah?”

“The fundraiser?” You suddenly shot up, swiping at your nose and eyes with your sleeves. “I can still make the fundraiser!”

You immediately began typing away at your phone, the signal growing as you got closer to the bustling city of Seoul.

You rolled up your sleeves, prepared to take a deep dive into your work. You suddenly felt a buzz in your pocket and you pulled out your phone, a frown forming on your face as you read the caller ID. Taehyung. With a sigh, you picked up.

“Hello?”

“Y/N!!!”

You pulled the phone away from your ear as his voice blasted through the speaker.

“Taehyung, what do you want?” You mumbled. You were ready to immerse yourself in work, but after you saw how happy he was when you gave him your full attention, you had decided to give him your undivided attention every time you spoke.

“I’m sure you’re tired and stuff, but I wanted to let you know you’re not fired. You’re really important and we wouldn’t be able to do anything without you-”

“Kim Taehyung, who are you talking to?!” An angry Namjoon shouted in the background.

“-And please don’t go, please please please, we all like you. Well, at least I like you- A lot! And- JOONIE GIVE IT BACK!”

“Y/N, have a goodnight.” Namjoon’s stern voice broke through, a loud crash sounding in the background before the call hung up.

These boys were going to be the death of you. You set to work writing down all the logistics and finalizing the arrangements. You worked deep into the night, the sun starting to lighten the sky as you put down your pencil. You glanced at the time. 6:00 A.M. You had no time to sleep. With a groan, you went to have a shower and then change into a clean set of clothes.

Taehyung’s hyper call was still playing on repeat. At least I like you-a lot. The words bounced around your skull. He didn’t seem the type to just settle down and open a family business. His personality was too childish, too adventurous. You looked at the date. You had exactly one week before the fundraiser. One week to get everything back in order and take a hold of your own goddamn life.

It was easier said than done.

When you arrived at work, after being shaken awake by the taxi driver, you were surprised to see the three Kim brothers standing outside waiting. You quickly patted down your hair, raking your fingers through the strands and then patting your face to make you feel more alive. Was this a dream?

“Ah, Y/N! We didn’t think you’d come!” Taehyung made his way towards you and before you knew it, you were being hugged to death by him. His embrace was warm, comforting, and safe. It didn’t feel out of place. He had always been a somewhat touchy person.

“Why not?” You had never thought about not coming in. You weren’t officially fired and you had an obligation to the winery. You had promised to fix their mess and you were going to follow through on it.

“Well, after everything that happened….” Taehyung scratched his neck awkwardly before moving on. “At least you’re here now!”

“That I am.” You smiled softly and greeted Jin with a nod, but Namjoon tugged on your elbow as the other two walked in.

“Hey I just wanted to...apologize. You were just trying to help and I’m sorry, I have no excuse for lashing out.” He bowed low. You gazed at him for a moment, but an apology wasn’t what you wanted, you wanted action.

“Namjoon, stand up for god’s sake.” You said teasingly. “I’ve got all this stuff worked out for the fundraiser so I’d like to go over it with you.” You handed him the hefty file with all your carefully handwritten notes.

“Wow! This is a lot! Did you even sleep last night?” He marched on inside to help set up, file tucked under his arm.

“Not a wink.” You answered after he was long gone. You slapped your cheeks, trying to muster up your last crumbs of energy.

“I am so hungry.” Taehyung whined, his stomach grumbling. He took your hand without thinking. “Let’s get out of here and get some lunch, Y/N!”

If he noticed your flustered speech or your reddening cheeks, he didn’t mention it. Instead, he just dragged you along behind him as he went around the back.

“There’s this great restaurant not too far from here that makes a killer burger!” He beeped his car open and you tried to ignore the fact that it was a bright red Mustang probably worth hundreds of thousands of dollars.

You stepped into the car, trying not to track in any mud, and shut the door.

“Hey, Taehyung.” You halted him mid speech but he didn’t seem to mind.

“Yeah?”

“How did you get all this fancy stuff if your business is struggling so much?”

He thought it over for a moment and you could see his brain turning. Despite his happy go lucky nature, you understood that he was a keen observer. He watched people, studied them. Hell, he even knew your habits. Taehyung definitely had a deeper mind than people gave him credit for, especially his brothers.

“I mean, we inherited a lot from our father when he passed away. He made the original Kim’s Family Winery.” He smiled at the memory. “And it was really successful, made him millions, you know? But then he passed away and people didn’t have nearly as much faith in my brother and, well, things went downhill. At least we own the cars and the house already, but everything else will be a stretch if the business goes under.”

“Perhaps you need to live a more frugal life, Taehyung.” You teased. “Join the rest of us simple people barely scraping by for food and shelter.” You said dramatically, although it was only a half lie.

A lot of people lived on the streets or in crappy apartments. A lot of people went days without food simply because they couldn’t afford it, which was preposterous.

“Maybe.” He said, his voice distant. He gripped the steering wheel and you took the time to admire his hands.

His fingers were long and slender, hands calloused and tough. He had strong arms, muscle appearing faintly underneath his suit. His hair was combed back and long, a deep shade of brown. His side profile was stunning. He looked otherworldly, his nose a prominent shape, his lips wide and plump. He didn’t seem to notice your staring, or at least he didn’t mention it, because he pulled off to the left and parked the car.

“Here we are!” Taehyung smiled and stepped out, moving to the other side to help you out as well. He took your hand and you gratefully used it to help you stand.

“Taehyung.” You glanced around.

You were at a lookout. Blankets of soft green grass covered the rest stop. You could see fields for miles and miles, a sprawling canvas of green, beige, and blue. It was picturesque, yet better than any picture.

“Taehyung, this isn’t a restaurant.” You said carefully, not wanting to give away your excitement.

“I know, but I noticed how much you enjoyed the countryside and I thought I should take you to see one of my favorite spots.” He explained. Then he went to the trunk and pulled out a blanket and a wicker basket. “And I brought lunch.” He held up the items.

You moved forward without thinking, taking the blanket from him so he would have less to carry.

“Don’t you think this is kind of romantic?” You asked, trying your best not to give him any hint to the fluttering of your heart or the way your breath hitched when he came near.

You laid out the picnic blanket and set stones over the corners to keep it from blowing away. Taehyung turned away from you as he began to pull out the various sandwiches and drinks.

“Only if you want it to be.” He said without a hint of sarcasm in his voice. You felt your cheeks heat up and you looked away self consciously.

“Maybe I do.” You said quietly, wanting to shrink in on yourself. He turned around and met your gaze. He had this look in his eyes, something akin to passion.

“Maybe I do too.” He left it at that and plopped next to you, handing you a sandwich. You took it, voicing a small thank you, and turning to stare out at the view. It was quiet, the wind being your only source of noise. It was a nice sort of silence. It was comforting.

“Taehyung, what is this?” You asked, turning to face him.

“A picnic.” he answered vaguely. Then he turned to face you as well. “It could be something else if you wanted it to be.”

He scooted closer to you and you leaned in as well until your thighs were touching each other. You sharply inhaled, breathing in his cologne, as he leaned in closer. His lips were dangerously close and he subconsciously ran his tongue over them. It drove you wild.

“Taehyung, what are we?”

“I’ll be whatever you want me to be, because the truth is...I’ve fallen for you, Y/N.” he breathed. “You make my stomach drop and my heart flutter. I can’t think when I’m around you.”

“Tae...I….”

“Say it, anything, I’ll make it happen.” He murmured, his breath fanning across your cheek. You felt the tips of your ears go red.

“What if I just want you?”

“But you already have me, darling.” Then he leaned in and captured you in a deep kiss.

His tongue swiped across your bottom lip and you gladly let him in. He explored your mouth while your hands explored his chest, running up and down the planes of his body, trying to draw him in impossibly closer. He broke away, leaving you gasping for air. He smelled like wine and wood.

“Wow.” You said breathlessly.

“You are truly amazing.” He smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“You flirt.” You laughed, shoving his chest a little in response. He laughed as well, wrapping his arms around your waist and nestling his chin in the crook of your neck.

“Can we stay up here all day?”

“Sadly not, Tae. We both have a lot of work to do.” You frowned, thought you wanted to stay there longer as well.

You wanted to stay in this fantasy, the dream, and if you left, would it have happened? Was this real? Was he actually holding you right now? Kissing your neck, caressing your cheeks? You prayed it was reality.

“Shit shit shit.” You hissed. You had been running from one end of the winery to the other, making sure everything was absolutely perfect for the fundraiser.

“What’s wrong, darling?” Taehyung leaned against the counter. “How can I help?”

“Stand there and look pretty.” You snapped, then you sighed and relented. “As always, of course.”

“Awww I knew you couldn’t resist my charms, Y/N.” He smirked.

“We both already knew that.” You let out a dry laugh. “Listen, these kegs are filled with actual wine. Use this, not the bottle stuff because those cost more. Just remember to close them after you use them because otherwise they could be knocked over and it would be a huge mess, got it?”

“Aye aye.” He saluted playfully.

“I’m serious!” You whined, checking the list. Everything was going good, everything was going just right. You had even factored in all the accidents that could happen regarding Rosa and they didn’t seem that bad in the end.

Donors from all across the city, the rich, the elite, the noble, had RSVPed yes. If all went well with the raffles and prizes, then you could earn well over the target amount.

“Namjoon! Jin! Tae!” You called to them as the first of the cars started arriving. The sunset was gleaming through the windows, casting a golden hue over the entire event. You stood outside, next to Taehyung. Namjoon was in the middle and Jin to his left.

“Welcome Ms. Lee.” Namjoon bowed. “Thank you for coming.”

Rinse and repeat.

You began to zone out about halfway through and only tuned back in once you heard the dreaded, “Welcome Mr. and Mrs. Chung.”

You gritted your teeth into a makeshift smile as you watched Rosa’s family enter the building.

“Fashionably late, as always.” Taehyung murmured in your ear, drawing a small laugh from your lips.

The party may have been cheap, but you made it look stunning. Gold glitter and black and gold balloons filled the place. Artfully placed roses adorned tables and the seats were covered with black and gold paint as well. The room lit up during sunset, making every gleam as if they were swimming in pure golden light.

The speakers sang classical music, but the second it became night, it would turn into some tunes that people could dance to. You made your way around the party, introducing everyone to Kim’s Family Winery and talking a bit about yourself and your work. Then you would try and get them to donate more money. Some people looked at you with disdain but...it worked.

When the music turned to more pop and ‘today’s hits’, more people began grooving on the dance floor. Taehyung found you in the crowd, his mop of hair unmistakable to you.

“Shall I have this dance?” He wiggled his eyebrows as Apple Bottom Jeans started playing.

“Hell yeah! Let’s drop it on the floor.” You laughed.

Okay, maybe you were a little tipsy. It was just enough for you to feel a buzzing sensation and your mind felt a little numb.

“You’re insane, but at least you're my kind of insane.” Taehyung chided, dragging you onto the dance floor where you began unceremoniously dancing.

He joined you, of course, but his moves were so crisp and clean that you felt yourself getting into a heated dance off with him.

“Kim Taehyung! How the hell are you so good at this?!” You shouted over the music, trying to keep up with him.

“I guess it’s in my blood.” He shouted back, dropping on the ground and doing the worm, to the amusement and disgust of the guests around him.

“You say I’m insane, but look at you!” You tugged on his suit, making him stand up once more.

He stood and held your arms to steady himself. Then he leaned down and placed a chaste kiss on your lips before pulling away.

“Nuh uh, don’t think you’re getting away that easy mister.”

You wrapped your hand around his tie and pulled him back towards you, smashing your lips against his. Your grip loosened, instead moving to run your hands through his hair. His hands held firmly onto your waist and the world seemed to fade away.

“Rosa no!” Jin screeched as a keg fell over.

The girl had been dancing on top of one and you guessed she must’ve tipped one over. The problem? It was open. Just my luck. You thought, pulling away to see a swift river of wine roll down the floor. You placed your hands on your hips, untangling yourself from Taehyung.

“We’ll continue this later, but right now,” You glanced at the mess, the screaming guests, and the pale face Namjoon, before bursting out laughing. “I guess she was right! You guys are going to need $1,000 worth of cleaning fluid.”

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burakerdel · 6 years

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Hayat battaniye gibidir. Üstüne çekersin ayakların üşür ayaklarına çekersin kolların üşür. Ne tarafa çekersen çek hep bir tarafın açık kalır.

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Rap Nigerien

14) ( Nigerien hip hop ) - to hiphopowy styl muzyczny, który po raz pierwszy pojawił się w Niamey w Nigrze pod koniec 1998 roku. Rap Nigerien to melanż różnych języków używanych w Nigrze. Muzyka samplowana jest często łagodna i jest mieszana z tradycyjną muzyką, chociaż bardziej agresywne style tańca zostały wymieszane, odzwierciedlając wpływy francuskich, amerykańskich i innych zachodnioafrykańskich stylów hip-hopowych (szczególnie w stylu Ivorian hip hop). Hybrydowa scena Nigru wyrosła ze skromnych początków, by zdominować większość nigryjskiego rynku muzycznego. Młodzi, niezadowoleni Nigryjczycy użyli tej formy, aby porozmawiać o rzeczach, które ich denerwują - wymuszone małżeństwa, praca dzieci, korupcja, ubóstwo i inne problemy. Lokalne nagrania są sprzedawane głównie na kasetach i płytach kompaktowych, podobnie jak w większości form współczesnej muzyki popularnej w Zachodniej Afryce. Grupy hip hopowe zaczęły pojawiać się i występować w Niamey w 1998 roku. Pierwszym znanym albumem hip hopowym w Nigerii był Lakal Kaney z 2000 roku "La voix du Ténéré". Rap Nigerien zaczął pojawiać się w programach kulturalnych Centrum Kultury UNICEF jako zespoły występujące na pokazach i konkursach. W sierpniu 2004 r. UNICEF otworzył swój "Scene Ouverte Rap", w którym 45 nowych grup wybrało nieformalną liczbę 300 istniejących grup. Pokazy odbyły się w Niamey's Jean Rouch Center Culturel Franco - Nigerien (CCFN) w sierpniu 2004 roku. CCFN pozostaje głównym miejscem dla hip hopu w Nigerii w 2008 roku, gdzie odbywa się regularna seria zawodów pod nazwą "Clash Party". Wiele z tych pierwszych grup jest nadal aktywnych, w tym Tchakey, Kaidan Gaskya, Almamy Koye i WassWong, a także Goro G. Diara Z, artysta hip-hopowy z Wybrzeża Kości Słoniowej, również mieszkał w Niamey w tym czasie i był wpływowy na scena rapu Niamey. Inne udane grupy to Black Daps, Berey Koy, Federal Terminus Clan, Haskey Klan, Kamikaz, Rass Idris, 3STM (Sols, Tataf et Mamoud), PCV (puissance, connaissance et verité) i Metafor.

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Incense Sticks (Agarbatti) Market: Key Players and Production Information analysis

Since ancient times, India has had a rich tradition of using incense sticks on many auspicious occasions. Incense sticks have had acceptance since vedic times and have found mention in the Atharvaveda and Rigveda. They are also known as agarbatti, which is derived from the sanskrit word agaravarthi (agar means aroma and varthi means wound). Incense sticks enhance the experience of meditation through their aroma. Agarbattis convey the image of a temple and a shrine in the mind of an Indian devotee.

The sacred perfume emanating from incense sticks changes the whole atmosphere of a place of worship. Incense sticks have been an important element in the performance of religious rites. The main purpose of incense sticks is to spread fragrance. Incense sticks are a vital part of any Hindu ritual. They remove unpleasant odors and purify the atmosphere for sacred rituals. The Indian incense sticks (agarbatti) market is expected to expand at a rapid pace in the coming years. Factors such as increase in the number of temples, rise in tourism, and increase in disposable income are anticipated to drive the Indian incense sticks (agarbatti) market.

Exports of incense sticks from India have been increasing in the last few years. Demand for incense sticks is significant from the Southern states of India due to the presence of a large number of temples. Northern and southern region of India combined contribute for around than 65% of incense sticks in India. Moreover, Incense sticks act as organic disinfectants that drive away insects. They also offer some psychological benefits. Incense sticks have a great impact of soothing the mind. Incense sticks facilitate a calming effect and help in performing rituals with better concentration.

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The incense sticks (agarbatti) market in India can be segmented based on fragrance, weight, distribution channel, and region. Based on fragrance, the incense sticks (agarbatti) market can be segmented into floral, woody, fruity, and herbal. The floral segment can be divided into rose, jasmine, mogra, rajnigandha, and champa. In terms of weight, the incense sticks (agarbatti) market can be divided into less than 25 gm, 25 to 90 gm, 90 to 150 gm, 150 to 250 gm, 250 to 500 gm, and 500 gm to 1 kg.

Based on distribution channel, the incense sticks (agarbatti) market can be segmented into online and offline. The online distribution channel segment can be divided into company website and third party. The offline distribution segment can be split into supermarkets/hypermarkets, specialty stores, and others. Based on region, the incense sticks (agarbatti) market in India can be divided into North, South, East, and West.

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To increase market share, Indian companies in are discovering new variants of incense sticks in terms of new fragrances. Many firms are also altering the color, shape, and size of their products in order to differentiate themselves and make their incense sticks more eye-catching. Companies are experimenting with a combination of fragrances, different shapes, sizes, and packaging to boost sales.

The incense sticks (agarbatti) market is largely dominated by established players with a presence in India. Some of the key players in the incense sticks in the India market are Cycle, Patanjali Ayurved, Hem Corporation, Mokshagarbatti, ITC Limited, Zedblack, Tataf Agarbatti Industry, Haridarshan, and Nandi Agarbatti. Key players have implemented various strategies such as exports to promote their business in the global market.

#Incense Sticks (Agarbatti) Market

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tae-cup · 4 years

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Last Delivery | KNJ Drabble

Hope everyone is well!

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“Y/N.” Your boss called you to the backroom and you felt your stomach drop. The local pizza shop, known as Sliceroni, had been losing money recently. There was a new pizza place coming into town and people had begun to go more and more to them, though you doubted their quality. So far, three of your 10 coworkers had been fired or quit due to the issue.

With a sigh, you took off your apron and shot your coworker, who manned the cash register, a frown. She looked at you with a sympathetic smile. You walked over to the door and rapped your knuckles on the hard wood. The place was dusty, old and rotting wood.

“You wanted to see me?” You chirped. Please don’t fire me. You didn’t have any other job lined up, despite your coworkers trying to talk you into it. They all saw that the business was failing and they wanted to be ready to jump ship.

“Ah, yes, Y/N.” The manager smiled, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes. It unnerved you. “Please sit.”

You nodded and took a seat on the cushioned chair. The man sighed and clasped his hands together on his desk.

“You’ve been a wonderful employee for these past two years. You’ve been hardworking, loyal, and all the customers love to have you deliver their order.” He massaged his forehead. “But, as you know, there have been budget cuts and we’re not able to pay for a delivery person anymore. I know you’ve been working the kitchen in the meantime, but you aren’t the dedicated chef and we can’t ask you to work for free.”

You frowned. “Are you...firing me?”

“We prefer the term releasing you.” He smiled gently. “I’d love to write you a referral if you need it.”

The rest of his words were drowned out. It felt like you were underwater. You were being fired. A wonderful employee, but obviously not good enough. What would you do now? You numbly nodded at his suggestion of a referral.

“Do you...where do you want me to put my uniform?” You choked.

“You can return it to my desk.” He responded, a sad expression on his kind features. You bit your lip, gulping back your tears.

“Is there anything else?” You murmured, wanting to leave as soon as possible.

“Well, we have one more delivery set up.”

You tilted your head, curiosity overcoming your emotions.

“To who?”

You knocked on the door. Never again would you have to do this. You tried to keep the frown off your face.

“I think that’s the pizza.” There’s a muffled shout.

“Be there in a second!” Another voice responded and you fought to keep a smile off your lips. It wasn’t like you were in a rush or going anywhere else. After this, you’d be free. In fact, you only had on your name badge with the logo of Sliceroni. The boss had claimed it was a souvenir and to keep it. So now you stood, dressed casually, holding seven boxes of pizza. How many boxes did this man need? The door swung open to reveal a rather disheveled looking man. His hair was poking out every which way and his clothes were rumpled. He had a nice smile with dimples. Adorable. You internally slapped yourself.

“Hi! Are you from Sliceroni?” He questioned. You peered over the boxes. There was the sound of thundering footsteps and then six other faces crowded the doorway.

“What do you think, Hyung? Are the seven boxes not proof enough?” A sweet looking boy said.

“Jimin-ah, shush.” The man scratched the back of his neck. “Thanks for the delivery, I’ll get your money in a moment. Please, come in.” He moved aside and you went in gladly, arms aching.

“You can set them down there.” He gestured to the kitchen counter and you placed the heavy boxes onto the marble. He rummaged around his pockets, pulling out a leather wallet. Unbeknownst to you, he was observing you carefully. The pizza girl is kinda cute. You brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, trying to keep the frown off your face. This was it. Two years of dedication to be ended here. He handed you the money, now more concerned by your glistening eyes.

Still, you took the money with a small thank you. Then you murmured a goodbye and started out the door. He just couldn’t understand why you seemed so down and his heart just couldn’t let you leave without knowing why.

“Hey! Wait!” He quickly jumped out the door and you turned around, an eyebrow raised. You had already let your shoulders droop, your employee badge in your hand. You couldn’t bring yourself to throw it out.

“Is-is there something wrong with the order?” You asked, trying to masked the tears on your cheeks.

“No, no, not at all. I’m just concerned something is wrong with you.” He said quickly. You tilted your head and he rushed to amend his words. “No, not that anything is wrong with you, I mean, I just saw you looked down and I wanted to know what’s wrong and-” He rambled.

You wanted to laugh at his clumsy words, but you could barely bring yourself to smile. You held up a hand, trying to stop his rambling. “It’s okay, I just got fired.” You said quietly.

That stopped him. He tilted his head now, confused. “But you seem so...so nice.”

“Nice observation, wise guy.” You snorted, swiping at your wet cheeks. “Business hasn’t exactly been booming.”

He noted your bitter words and softened. “Well I guess since you’re off work...” He scratched the back of his neck. “Do you want to join us? We’re just going to watch a movie and eat an ungodly amount of popcorn.”

And oddly that seemed very appealing; to wallow in your misery with popcorn and a movie. But you didn’t know these people, as nice as they seemed.

“What’s your name?” You questioned, wondering why he was being so inviting.

“I’m Namjoon, but every just calls me Joonie.” He sighed.

“I’m Y/N.”

“I know.”

When you raised an eyebrow he shook his head. “No! No! Don’t misunderstand! I’m not a stalker or anything, I just saw your name tag inside.”

You smiled softly. “Oh, I see.”

The breeze picked up and you shivered in the cold.

“Would you like to come inside? It’s getting chilly.” He smiled warmly.

You took a deep breath, then you glanced up to the sky. It looked like there was a storm heading your way. Then you looked at him and he seemed so happy.

“Yeah, sure. That sounds great, actually.” You responded after a moment. He kept his distance, though he wanted to grab your hand.

“Great!” He laughed, showing you inside where you were bombarded with questioning stares. He subconsciously placed a hand on the small of your back.

“Who’s that?” A pale man drawled.

“Is that the pizza girl?” Another asked, deep voice making your ears prick up. You looked to him and he shot you a wink.

“Yup!” Namjoon smiled. Then he introduced you to the other men in the room.

As you settled in to watch the movie, you didn’t even notice how close you were to Namjoon. Still, he was a gentleman and let you have your space. You felt bad, yes, but it was unlike your other jobs when you had been fired. Usually you would curl up in the dark and cry or drink wine and binge a show. Instead, you were snuggled against a bunch of strangers. And no, it was not as erotic as it sounded. It was pleasant.

Namjoon instinctively pulled you closer, arm wrapped around your shoulder, about half way through the movie. It was a horror movie and you spent most of the time hiding your face in your hands and Namjoon spent most of the time grimacing every time a jumpscare happened. Hoseok was screaming and holding onto Yoongi, who he’d already brought to the ground with him after the first jumpscare. Then Taehyung watched, amused, as Jin and Jimin were whispering to each other, trying to hype each other up to not be scared. Jungkook was holding onto Taehyung, but it wasn’t in a scared way, he seemed comfortable, even smiling at some scares, as if they were fun to watch.

What an odd assortment of people. As Namjoon pulled you closer, you found the courage to pull your hands away from your face. Every time a jumpscare occured, you just burrowed your face into his chest. Dignity be damned, that ring lady was scary as fuck. Namjoon simply smiled and his thoughts were so preoccupied by you that he didn’t notice the movie ending. He was just focused on your exhausted form, both mentally and physically. His eyes scanned the room, seeing how most of his friends were passed out except Jimin and Jin who excused themselves back to their rooms. Namjoon tried to do the same, but you instantly clutched his shirt and he was forced to the couch with you. With a sigh, he fell into a deep sleep as well.

You were awake, of course you were, but you were drowsy and Namjoon just smelled so good. He felt good too, to hold. It was peaceful. Maybe being fired wasn’t so bad after all.

#bts #bts x reader #Kim Namjoon #Namjoon #Namjoon x reader #angst #fluff #Last Delivery #Drabble #tatafics

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tae-cup · 4 years

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Candle | MYG Oneshot

Inspired by: Cavetown’s “Candle”

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Summary: You met him at the lowest point in your life. He was your candle, your light, and he helped you fly to the clouds.

Warnings: TRIGGER WARNING (I write my emotions and my dark thoughts, I write my pain and sturggles, but please don’t hurt yourself, okay? If any of you readers need to talk, please just shoot me a message. I’m a listening ear.) Angst, Hurt/Recovery Au, Depressing thoughts, Thoughts of Suicide, and last but not least Fluff, Please if you are struggling, reach out :) (HOTLINES)

Word Count: 4.3k Words

A/N: Please reach out if you’re struggling. I understand because I’ve struggled with these thoughts and this is my form of release. I really don’t want to trigger anyone. I care for all my readers and I want you to know that this beginning part may be the darkest thing I’ve written in a while, but I swear to you, this has a happy ending.

Other: Masterlist

Every time I screw up I feel I've let down all my friends Stumbling through a thousand stars and neon cars break through my skull There's so much life out here in space it's crazy that we're here at all

You can skip this beginning part if you would just like to read about recovery

It seemed like running away from your problems was the only thing you could do. It wasn’t even just speculation, it was the truth, evident through many many occasions where you metaphorically and literally ran away.

The first instance would have been when you were just 10 years old. Your parents were fighting again; smashed plates, drunken screams. So you managed to slip out undetected and you ran. You ran so hard that you couldn’t breathe. Everyone at school had always spoken about how beautiful love is. How they want to fall in love, get married, maybe become famous.

But it was at this moment that you decided that love was awful. If that’s what love did to people, why would you want that? As result, you were...emotionally stunted. Rash, unreasonable, guarded.

You found yourself running again in seventh grade. Kim Seokjin gave you flowers and sheepishly asked you out. No. No. No. The words rang in your head. Love is awful. You thought as you curled into a ball. It was making you cry. And you feared the ache in your chest would never go away, a forever hole in your heart. Love hurt other people. Seokjin was hurting because of it, or maybe because of you, but your mind watered it down to it being because of love.

Throughout high school you refused to let love into your life, to even try. It wasn’t worth it to you. What was the point if you were just going to break it off anyway? Surely you would never survive college. Besides, it wasn’t like you had a line of people wanting to date you.

Then college came around and left. You spent the entire time huddled in your studies and maybe going out with friends. You still ran from your problems, your insecurities. You were terrified. Terrified that whatever unfathomable anger your parents had was also passed down to you, that you’d hurt people like they hurt each other.

It’s better this way. You thought to yourself as you returned to your empty apartment.

It’s better this way. You thought at you watched the happy couple order their coffees.

It’s better this way. You thought as you turned down a man with roses and a boxy smile.

It’s better if you don’t fuck up someone else’s life like you’ve fucked up your own. The world was a scary place and you just wanted to get by. Happiness meant nothing to you. Everything was black and white. The world felt heavy on your shoulders and you knew no one could possibly help you hold it up.

What’s the point anymore? A waste of space. Years of pushing everyone away had finally worked. Now you were alone. No new messages, no phone calls, just empty space. You were stuck in a dead end job and it wasn’t like anyone would notice if you disappeared.

You sat in the bathtub, water turning cold, knees drawn in. If you slid under, would anyone notice? Would your body even have the strength to struggle if you inhaled the soapy water? If you let it drown you?

What if you took the kitchen knife and...You shivered. No. Your subconscious whispered.

Shut up. The monster responded. The monster was dark, a curling shadow the infested your mind. It wouldn’t be long until it grew to fill all the space in your mind; every corner, every turn. Every time you locked it away, it burst back stronger than before. When would it end?

You didn’t want the pain anymore. You didn’t want to die, you just wanted it all to stop. Maybe that’s why you were in the hospital. Maybe that’s why you were now surrounded by a group of adults around your age, all dressed casually and sitting on plastic chairs in a circle.

“Mina, why don’t you go next?” The woman who ran the group smiled. Her name was slipping your mind. She had introduced herself a while ago, but you hadn’t been paying attention. Instead, your attention was on a boy you went to high school with. Min Yoongi.

The young girl known as Mina fidgeted restlessly. Her fingers curled in and out, clutching the hem of her white shirt with unease.

“I...today...” She searched for the right words. Everyone was silent, only a few people looking at the girl. The rest were either staring at the ceiling or the ground. You were trying to figure out how much long you had to stay here. You had always known you were unwell mentally, but you didn’t think it was this bad.

That was until you were brought to the hospital with blood pooling around your wrists and cold water in your hair. It hadn’t been thought out, per say, you just didn’t want to continue on, not like this. None of the people here care about what you’re saying. No one is here to listen. They want to leave as badly as you do. The monster whispered.

And you intended to leave soon. You didn’t know what you were going back to, but you didn’t want to spend three months in this place. The entire building felt like a hospital with bare rooms and the bare minimum necessities. You couldn’t even shower without someone standing in the room, back faced away from you. Your phone was taken away, but it wasn’t like anyone was contacting you.

“Today, I didn’t feel the need to, uh, you know.” Mina whispered, head tilting down. The woman smiled at her approvingly.

“That’s wonderful improvement, Mina. You’re doing so well.”

“Thank you.” The girl murmured back, every word getting quieter. You didn’t want to share, you didn’t want to let these strangers into your head, you already enough strangers in there.

“Y/N?” The woman turned to you. Her blonde hair was pulled into a crisp bun, not a hair out of place.

“Pass.” You said lamely, slumping in your seat. You could feel a heated stare from across the circle and you spotted Yoongi looking at you. He locked eyes and you had no choice but to look away out of pure discomfort.

“Okay, but please do consider opening up to the group. We’re all here to support you.” She smiled warmly, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. You knew she was getting frustrated. A full month and no improvement.

“I don’t want to, I won’t ever. I’ve handled my problems just fine before so I’d appreciate if you’d let me do that.” You snapped back. Why can’t they just understand you? See, it’s just another room of people who don’t care.

Your fingers itched to dig into the pad of your thumb. That’s how it all started, right? You went numb a long time ago, it was hopeless impassiveness.

“Please think about it.” The woman noted something onto her clipboard. She went down the list of names and tapped her pen on a name. “Yoongi?”

The male frowned and shifted uncomfortably. He had pitch black, curly hair and bangs that hung loosely in front of his face. He was like you. He hadn’t said much, but there had been a noticeable shift in how he acted. You didn’t even realize that you had been studying how he moved, how he ticked, but you realized it now. He sat up straighter, no longer lazily avoiding questions. The man even tried to interact with you a couple times, but you immediately turned him down. No one wants to be friends with a monster.

“Today...today I felt better.” Was all he said, a soft expression passing over his face before he went back to his blank expression. The woman couldn’t hide her excitement at the progress.

“That’s great, Yoongi! Keep it up and let me know if there are any issues.” She said, her voice hurried and almost giddy.

He simply nodded swiftly and went back to staring at you, or maybe the wall behind you, you couldn’t tell. Your fingers dug into the palms of your hand. Why are you the only one not making progress?

“Well, I think that’s all we have time for.” The woman looked at her watch. “Let me know if you want to talk,” She looked pointedly at you. “My door is always open.”

She seemed nice enough, just...overly excited. It came across as fake, forced, and certainly not genuine. She gathered her things and left the room, big double doors swinging behind her.

You watched her leave and when she was out of sight, you relaxed more. The others in the group got up and went to watch T.V. or play games. Yoongi and you were frozen in place. He was burning you alive with his eyes and you were trying your best to put out the flames. He slowly stood and walked over to you, standing close enough that you had no choice but to look at him.

Surprisingly, the expression he wore was not intimidating. It came across as soft, almost kind. He held out his hand and your eyes trailed to where his sleeves hitched up slightly. White lines of faded scars, scars made from sharp razors, peppered his skin. You didn’t mention it. Your arms were marked the same way.

“Y/N?”

“Hm?”

“I recognize you from high school.” He said nonchalantly. “Want to get lunch and catch up?”

“No thanks.” No. No. No. Stop trying to get close to me. You averted your eyes, but that didn’t deter him.

“Y/N.” He breathed. “Come on. I just want to get to know you better.”

“No you don’t.” You bit back, hands clenching into fists.

“But I do. And if I cared about the dark thoughts in your head or the twisted caverns of your mind, we both wouldn’t be here.”

It was weird to hear someone describe their mind to you. You had always thought of your mind as a house and your bedroom where you slept had the worst demon. To hear him see his mind as caverns, twisting tunnels, and a maze, it was...informative. He’s lost. You’re trapped. One in the same.

“No thank you.” You repeated. “I’m going to my room to read.” You stood abruptly and left.

But he just doesn’t give up. It was actually a weird attribute for someone in the position you’re in right now, but you didn’t think much of it. He asked you every single day. No. No. No.

And one day, he wore you down. When he took your hand in his and led you to the cafeteria, you realized how much you craved physical affection. It made you feel out of control. And you dropped his hand like you were burned. You’re not supposed to let people get this close. Getting attached is stupid, what if you hurt them?

Yet, when you sat down with him and began talking about life, you could physically feel a weight pulling off your chest. You didn’t know when he took your hand, you didn’t realize, that he had rushed forward and taken some of the weight for himself. He dedicated his shoulders to help you hold your pains as well, he reached out and he cared. He cared for the girl he’d been obsessed with since high school.

It was a shock to see you in the same place as him. Why didn’t he see the signs? A question he would ask himself for a long time.

You couldn’t laugh. You physically couldn’t bring yourself to do it, even if you found something hilarious. It was like your chest was weighted down, refusing to do anything other than keep you alive and breathing. A month passed of sitting at lunch with Yoongi and then running to get as far away from him as possible. You’re getting sloppy. You thought, was it your thoughts or the monster’s? Perhaps you were the same person now.

It was after lights out. The hallways were dark, dead silent. You didn’t want to sleep. You couldn’t. You had another month and then you could leave, but they could sign a few papers and force you to stay if they didn’t think you were better. You couldn’t even remember what it was like to feel better. What is it like to feel anything? Your arms hung off your bed as you sprawled out on the single bed. There was a knock. The door was always unlocked, but everyone usually respected each other’s space.

“Yes?” You didn’t question who it was, you knew.

The door softly opened and then closed. In the darkness, your eyes struggled to see the outlines of him, but with how he was standing you knew it was Yoongi.

“Hey. How are you?” He murmured, he walked forward and plopped onto the ground in front of your bed. You didn’t turn to face him.

“I’m stuck in this place, what do you think?”

“You can talk to me, you know?”

“I don’t want to talk, god, everyone just wants me to spill all of my life to them. Why can’t you just leave me alone?” You said harshly, your voice hushed as to not be heard by the staff.

Again, Yoongi was not deterred. He stood and walked to your bedside. You turned your head to look at him. He crouched and took your hand in his. The moonlight filtered through the small window, illuminating his face and eyes that glowed in the darkness. He was staring at you and you felt your breath hitch. No. You wanted to look away but you were transfixed. Look away, goddamnit. No one wants to know your shit. But his warm hand didn’t stray from yours. You thought back to the cafeteria, all the small smiles of encouragement he gave you, the happy memories he was beginning to create.

But you don’t deserve those happy memories. You don’t deserve-

“Want to see the stars with me, Y/N?”

Your train of thought halted. He smiled a little, eye glinting. You craned your neck to look out the small window, but at this angle it was impossible to see much except black.

“I’m not sure if they exist anymore.” You whispered, eyes locking with him. He squeezed your hand.

“They do, and you deserve to see them.”

Stop, what are you doing? The monster hissed.

I’m not sure anymore. A new voice whispered. The monster was taken aback by a small light, small as a matchstick, floating into the room. All I need is a candle to light this place up. The matchstick whispered in your ear.

You nodded blankly, standing up and following him out the door, voices forgotten.

“Yoongi?”

“Hm?” He doesn’t look at you.

You’re currently both sprawled side by side, arms and legs splayed like you’re making snow angels. Your eyes are taking in the sight above. The Milky Way shines in a brilliant streak across the sky. The stars are littering the darkness like flashlights twinkling on and off.

“It’s beautiful.” You breathe softly. All that’s there is the sound of the trees rustling around the building’s rooftop.

“I know.”

There’s a beat of silence. Then the gravel shifts underneath him as he turns over on his side to look at you.

“Tell me what happened.” He whispered. You shifted over to look at him as well.

“You don’t want to know. The things inside my head,” you paused, letting your eyes shut and a breath escape. “They’re monsters. And I can’t tell the difference between me and them.”

He nodded, holding eye contact. He reached over and interlaced your fingers with his.

“I think if people knew my thoughts, they’d run. So I do the job for them.” You relented, the walls slowly cracking. He had shared so much of himself with you, you felt the need to let him have a piece, but you didn’t want the whole dam to break.

“You’re not a monster, and no one’s going to shut you out.” He whispered. The dam cracked, water splashing over the top as it filed beyond capacity.

“My parents fought a lot and I fear their anger is in my genes. I refuse to hurt people.” You whispered, suddenly sitting up before the wall could crack further. “And that includes you.”

“Wait, Y/N!”

“Just stop, Yoongi. You’re only going to get yourself hurt.” You couldn’t even bring yourself to add anger to your words. It was just pure defeat. You were tired. So very tired.

“Y/N. You have someone here to see you?” A nurse knocked on your door. You often heard her knocking on others’ doors to say this exact line, but you never imagined it to be your own.

“Who?”

“She goes by a Mrs. Y/L/N.”

Your heart sped up.

“What?”

You followed the cheerful nurse down the hall in a daze, one foot after another. She came? She came? You ignored the gaze from Yoongi as you passed him. She came? She came? It was like a chant, a mantra. Your throat closed up at the thought of even seeing your mother. The woman who raised you, the one who made you terrified of love, but loved you endlessly. Nonsense. The monster whispered at that thought. It made you want to cry more.

She came? You turned the corner. Your eyes searched the room of visitors. It was quiet, murmurs of joy and sadness shaking from each group. Then you saw her, sitting in the back, not distracted, eyes searching for you. You can’t do this. You were shaking and the nurse paused, giving you a sympathetic smile.

“Are you alright?”

“I’m just...homesick.” The last word barely managed to get out, your mouth shutting to keep a sob inside. Your mother met your eyes and she didn’t move. You could barely breathe.

She came. You bit your lip hard to stop the tears from gathering more than needed. You were an adult. You hadn’t even spoken to her in two years, but there was no doubt that she represented your home, your childhood, years you could never relive again. You walked forward and sat in front of her.

You expected anger. Their eyes were always full of anger in your memories. Her skin was always cut from the dishes thrown to the ground. Her voice was always hoarse from the screaming; from the love that faded before her eyes, before your eyes.

You expected anger, but when you met her eyes, she was simply worried. Motherly concern written on her face. She looked you up and down.

“Mom?” Your voice was small, like a child. She stood and went to your side. She crouched and pulled you into a bone crushing hug. Her hand caressed your head, her other wrapped around your waist.

“Shhh.” She whispered, but you could feel her wet tears on the back of your shirt. You slowly let your hands come up and wrap around her as well. You pulled her in close, tears flowing quickly, a pain in your chest letting itself out. You were a child again, running from the rain and darkness, running from the things that scared you most.

Your hands scrunched up the back of her shirt as you sobbed.

“I’m sorry.” You cried out. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, It’s okay. You’re going to be okay.” She held you. She wrapped her arms around your middle and let you release tears. A language that speaks when the words just aren’t enough.

“Once you’re out of here, once you’re better, I think you should come live with us again.” She whispered.

“Why?”

“Because we love you.”

You pulled away, rubbing your nose on your sleeve.

“You don’t know what love is.” You said in disbelief, the words tumbling out before you can think. See, look at you messing up again. The words weren’t accusatory, they were spoken like the truth; the truth you had convinced yourself to believe.

“Yes, I do, Y/N.” She gently pushed back a strand of your hair, not showing any signs of pain. “Your father and I fought a lot, but we still love each other. Love is commitment. You can’t run away from it.”

“Yes you can.” You insisted. “I’ve done it my entire life.”

“Are you happy?”

Silence. You could feel the lump in your throat coming back. She came back for you. She cared. She loves you and she wants you to come home. The matchstick sung. You refused to give it a candle. You were scared. Without the darkness, who would you be? Weren’t you and the monster one in the same?

“No.” You said quietly.

“Visiting hours are over.” The nurse said over the speaker and families bid their farewells as they left.

“I think that’s telling enough.” Your mother didn’t move for a moment. Then she slowly stood, taking you with her. “Get better, please. I love you, Y/N.”

You couldn’t move as she left. You watched her leave. Always gone. The monster whispered.

But she came back for you. The matchstick said softly.

“Yoongi?”

“Hm?” He looked up from his food as you walked over. You had spent so long eating in your room, isolating yourself, but you realized you missed talking to that dork.

His eyes traced your body, a confused look on his face. You set down your tray and sat with him. Avoiding him was getting you nowhere. You glanced at his short sleeves, then to the metal knife in his hand. He’s improving. You felt self conscious, but continued.

“You don’t like carrots, why did you get them?” He asked, eyeing your plate. You knew he liked them. You got them for him. And...you couldn’t help letting out a small chuckle. The sound was foreign.

“You’re doing well.” You said quietly, ignoring his confused stare. He nodded once.

“You as well.” He didn’t smile. You wanted to see his gummy smile again. You reached over hesitantly and placed your hand on his. His eyebrows shot up.

“When are you being discharged?”

“Next week.”

“Good job.” You ignored the sinking feeling in your stomach. You’re happy for him. Really. But it made you feel weak. This entire time you were trying to be strong, to shut everyone out, but maybe real strength was working to improve yourself. You don’t have that strength. Yet, the monster’s voice was weaker and the matchstick burned brighter.

Just give me a candle and I’ll light this place up. The matchstick floated towards you. At this rate, I’ll burn up soon enough.

And you didn’t know if you would be able to recover if the matchstick burned out.

“Hey, Yoongi? Want to go see the stars tonight?”

The galaxy looked like if someone took a paint brush and smeared a streak of purple, pink, and white across a blank canvas.

“Sometimes, I think I’m just letting everyone down.” Not sometimes, all the time.

“What do you mean?”

“I chased away all my friends and everyone I cared about. Now look where I am.” You were sitting with your legs crossed while Yoongi laid down. “They probably hate me.”

“I think if you reached out, they would still want to see you.” Yoongi said carefully.

“They don’t.” You said sharply before letting out a breath. “I don’t know what I’d go back to.”

“Your friends may not love you, but they care about you, right?”

“I haven’t spoken to them in years.”

He mulled over this fact for a moment before sitting up right.

“Well you have me, and I love you. All of you.” His voice was firm and before you could speak, he wrapped his arms around you from behind, tugging you to his chest. You missed this.

“That can’t be right.” You murmured, but he heard you.

“It’s true.” He whispered, breath fanning across your neck and making you shiver.

“Why?”

“There isn’t a reason, it’s just the universe telling me something about you makes me feel right.”

You turn around and interlace your fingers with his, holding them up between you.

“Me too.”

Yoongi was gone, but you didn’t feel like a lost cause. They trusted you with metal now and you could take a shower without someone in the room. Your mind just kept going back to his number written on a crumpled up piece of paper in your pocket.

You had looked at that paper for hours, memorizing it in case you lost it. Now you stood, fingers curling and uncurling as you hesitated. The door was blue, a contrast to the white halls. The name card read Dr. Kim. So that was her name, huh? You raised your hand to knock. No. No. No.

The monster had never fought so hard. Doubt flooded your brain, filling every crevice and the matchstick was drowning. No. No. No. Then, as you were dragged into the depths of your mind, your feet turning around to go back to your room, a hand grabbed your arm and tugged you to the surface. Yoongi’s face stared back at you in the darkest corner of your mind.

He pulled you to his chest and looked you in the eye. Yes. He whispered. The candle. There it was. Warmth, a soft yellow light chasing the darkness away. The monster, shrunk away, for once smaller than the candle. You held the candle and found yourself walking back to that blue door.

Knock knock knock. The door opened to reveal Dr. Kim, the kindness in her eyes that had seemed so fake a few months ago, now comforted you. The flame burned brighter.

“Y/N?” Her disbelief was evident. “Would you like to...to talk?”

No. No. No.

“Yes, please.”

She opened the door and the flame turned into a wildfire, spreading to every corner in your darkened home. You walked in, watching the monster grow bigger, growling at you to leave. And for once...you didn’t run away.

Have the strength to push away all the pain from yesterday, Cause there's nothing worth crying about Your heart is a candle and I won't let you blow it out

#bts #bts x reader #min yoongi #suga #yoongi x reader #Candle #Oneshot #angst #fluff #tatafics #TRIGGER WARNING #Hurt/recovery au

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Give Me Love | KNJ Oneshot

Inspired by: Ed Sheeran’s “Give Me Love”

Pairing: non idol!Kim Namjoon x Cupid!Reader

Summary: You spent your life, destined to be alone, putting two pieces together. Suddenly, you meet someone that just refuses to be struck by your arrow.

Warnings: Angst, Fluff

Word Count: 3.3k Words

A/N: I’m sorry, I wrote this at like 1 am so it’s a little rushed. My brain just threw up onto the page and I couldn’t stop myself. Ahhhhhhh school is back and I’m dying. Pardon me for slow updates!

Other: Masterlist

Give me love like never before 'Cause lately I've been craving more And it's been a while but I still feel the same Maybe I should let you go

The string bends with ease despite the thousands of years you have used it. No one saw the golden light shimmering around you. In fact, most people passed you by without a second thought. No one paid a second of their time to watch the odd girl pulling back her arms like she were drawing an arrow back. You just felt it would be better if people thought you crazy instead of seeing your bow and think they were about to die. Die of love, maybe. You shot the arrow into the unsuspecting woman and then wrapped the red string from the previous arrow around the end of a new one. Once both were securely tied together, you pulled the string back and hit the front of a man walking in the other direction.

They met, fell in love, blah blah blah, the rest is history. You shouldered your arrows and continued on the way to work. You had to check in for a new assignment today. The goddess had proclaimed it was of the utmost importance.

You weren’t exactly the warmest person, but you weren’t cold. After all, your job was to make people fall in love with each other. You obviously had to love love. There were many cupids who could be content with this, you were one of them. Watching others fall in love should be a replacement for your own hole. That’s what the mentors had always said.

Well, you excelled at that. Despite the loneliness, at least you were immortal and at least you could live a somewhat normal life. The goddess of love herself gifted all her cupids expensive apartments and, despite being immortal, gave them unlimited spending money. What for? Who knew. However, she always looked kindly upon those who were frugal and modest. You somehow managed to convince her that you were one of those cupids. So, you could get away with quite a bit of rule breaking.

Such as procrastinating on assignments and sweeping them under the rug if you felt like it. As long as you got it done before the deadline, you were in the clear. You owned exactly half of Seoul. The other half was run by Jimin, an excitable cupid with high hopes.

Together, you two oversaw all love affairs in Seoul, Korea. Jimin dealt with the more northern side while you handled the more southern side. Which was why it was a shock to have the packet of a Mr. Kim Namjoon thrown in front of you. Not only was this a task better fitted for an experienced cupid, not that you didn’t have 45,000 years of experience, but it also took place on Jimin’s turf.

“Who is this and why?” You demanded.

“Read the file and you’ll learn about him. Now, I won’t tell you why, that would spoil the fun.” The goddess’ eyes twinkled. “However, I want you to remember your contract, Y/N.”

“You’re just teasing me now. I can’t fall in love. You don’t need to remind me.” You frowned, glancing at the paper. The man was handsome, you’d give him that. Whoever is his soulmate is a lucky person.

It was tricky, the whole cupid business. Mainly because soulmates are decided by the cupids. It’s an immediate draw. You just know. If a cupid messed up...well, that’s why there was divorce. Just two people who weren’t meant to be. Those cupids were always reprimanded and depending on the severity, maybe even fired. You had a squeaky clean track record and had learned to close yourself off rather quickly.

All new cupids go through a period of depression, hopelessness, longing. It was simply because they were born into a contract that prohibited the thing all beings so innately desire; love. A cupid cannot love and give love at the same time. It distracted from the job and made you blind.

Kim Namjoon is an odd fella. You thought to yourself as you observed him. You needed to know everything you could about him in order to correctly match him. Yes, you may get the sense, but cupids that solely used their sense had often been fired.

Eternity can be boring too, but you wanted to see what the world looked like in a thousand years, or even a hundred. That’s what kept you going. You had been watching Namjoon from a distance for the past month. He traveled around Seoul a lot, often for work, and you had yet to feel his soulmate’s presence. When you did get close, there was a pleasant tingle in your stomach that spread to the rest of your limbs. It disgusted you.

You had experienced love enough to know that feeling, but it was impossible. So you pushed it down, full well knowing it would never go away. Perhaps if you just matched him with another woman who had similar compatibility, you could get away with that. And even if they divorced, surely it would be okay to have just one strike on your record?

In all honesty, you were terrified of love. But as you observed him day after day, each one marching towards the deadline, you couldn’t help starting to like him. You noticed the little things.

Like how he always ordered his coffee; black with two creams and no sugar. The way he smiled with the smallest of dimples, the way his knee moved up and down when he was nervous. How he always leaned in and gave you his undivided attention. It was the little things that made this so hard. Could you even find someone who would notice them as you had?

It was much to your happiness, or dismay, when he ran into a nice looking girl at the coffee shop. You watched their interaction. The girl was obviously interested, pretty looking too, while she brushed a strand of hair out of her face. Perfect. You looked at your watch. You had two weeks and this had already taken too long. You needed two weeks to show that a match worked before it was approved by superiors. Y/N, you’ve got to do this now.

Your hands shook but you drew the arrow back. Despite the nerves, you never missed. You tied the end of a red string to your arrow and then the other end to another. With a deep breath you aimed eyes squinting against the sunlight’s glare as it hit the big windows of the coffee shop. Just as you were about to let fly, he turned and looked at you, surprise written across his face.

Impossible. But that wasn’t the first time you had used that word in correlation to Namjoon. You let fly, your hands not fidgeting, as you tried to shake off his gaze. It missed. It crashed into the wall before disintegrating entirely.

Your mouth went dry as you watched him turn to look at the wall and back to you. He didn’t seem scared and when his eyes met yours, you felt...calm. Namjoon mouthed something to the girl and exited the coffee shop. As quickly as you could, you shouldered your bag and ran. Your heart thumped wildly against your chest as you raced away. I’ll get him another day. It must have been a trick of the light. And yet you weren’t quite sure if the quickened pace of your heart was because of the running or you chance encounter with the man that could ruin your life.

You tried your best to remain a silent observer, but that was proving harder as the deadline drew closer. Every morning you would wake up with a splitting headache and the strong urge to find something missing. But there’s nothing that’s missing! You thought as you gathered your bow and arrows. At first, you just thought he was clumsy or that you were nervous. But it became apparent as the days stretched on that you just couldn’t hit him. It was frustrating, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to admit the truth or to match him with someone he so obviously wouldn’t be right for.

Namjoon was watching out his car window. His fingers drummed against the steering wheel in his parking space. He had felt the eyes of someone watching him for a long time. It made him paranoid. Then he saw..you. He didn’t know who you were or why you were watching him, but he needed to find out.

Somehow, he never felt uncomfortable under your gaze. You even relaxed him sometimes, a supporting presence from far away. Namjoon himself felt like a lost cause. Most of his nights were spent at a club, trying to fill the hole in his chest or drowning in his own bile while swallowing drink after drink. With your presence, he just didn’t feel the need to and if you were being forced to watch him, he didn’t think it was fair to drag you to that noisy place every night.

Yet, he just needed to meet you, talk to you. Every fiber of his being was calling out for you. It had been a dull ache, but now that he saw you, he couldn’t take his mind off it. The pain had a name, the pain had a face, the pain had a voice. And he wanted to know all of it. He wanted to devour the information, to get to know every inch of you.

It was so silly. Namjoon was an impulsive person, but he was never this stupid with his emotions. The ache didn’t go away, as much as he pushed it down. Sitting in his car, thinking, and watching the passing cars, made his mind up. He was going to figure out who the hell you were.

So here you were, quite literally an angel in the darkness. Slipping through the dense cluster of bodies on the technicolor dance floor and ignore the bass that pounded into your bones. You followed him, a man far too clumsy to be in such a place. He pushed into the crowd, and therefore you did as well. Your arrow was in hand. I surely cannot miss at such a close distance. You could feel yourself getting lost in the music.

You tried your best to pay attention solely to the man disappearing in front of you and the breathing in your own chest. Clubs always made you dizzy, like you were about to lose your goddamn mind. Your fingers splayed, reaching out to grasp his arm. Your hand found purchase on his shirt and you tugged, pulling him back towards you.

“It’s about time.” He smirked. You let your hand fall. You’re not supposed to directly interact with assignments, remember? Well, you had just fucked that up big time. You had been played.

“So who are you? Some angel? A soulmate? What’s with the arrow?” He shouted over the music. Ah, Namjoon, ever the curious one. If you spoke now, would you be able to take it back? But your mouth was moving faster than your brain.

“Well, technically, I’m a cupid.” You explained lamely. “I’m supposed to find your soulmate, but you refuse to be struck and-wait you can see this?” You held up the slim arrow in your hand.

“Uh, yeah.” He shrugged. “You’re holding a goddamn arrow.”

“Most people can’t.” You murmured inaudibly. The pulsing music made your head feel fuzzy, out of control, and though you wanted to pull away from him, he held onto your waist.

“So you’re a cupid? Tell me more.” Namjoon grinned, unbothered by the new information. He had a feeling you were something supernatural with the arrows, the presence, and watchful eyes.

“I make people fall in love.” You tried to be vague, but he made you want to open up about yourself. He made you want to pour out all your heartache, the pain of watching others but never having that joy for yourself. It was a curse you were blessed with, a certain pain that had been pushed down.

“So why haven’t I?”

“You’re...difficult.” You faltered in your words. “The arrow misses you every time.”

“Is that possible?”

“My aim has never been off. It must be the fates.”

“Am I destined to be loveless?”

“Join the club.” You smiled softly, your gaze long broken.

“Well, you’ll always have love in your life as a cupid, right?” His hand gripped your waist tightly. He leaned in, his lips dangerously close. You shouldn’t kiss him, you shouldn’t even be interacting, but here you were, unable to pull away.

“I’m not allowed to.” You turned away. There was only one way you could do this, and you weren’t sure if you wanted it to be that way. The goddess of love always allowed one night stands for her cupids, but nothing more. She was merciful. That’s what they always said.

“Then how about tonight, no strings attached?” But the look in his eyes said otherwise. You frowned. Did you want him for only one night, never to touch again? Yes.

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea.” You murmured, pulling away abruptly and rushing to the exit. The room was heating up, the music was too loud, the place was too crowded. You felt nauseous.

“Wait!” He shouted, chasing you out into the street. “What’s your name?”

You turned your head, pausing as you thought it over. It wouldn’t be too bad, right? After all, you knew everything about him and he knew nothing about you. Your hair whipped around in the breeze of the night.

“Y/N.” The cars passed by and you were gone.

You had never failed a mission so poorly. Your superior didn’t look very happy as she watched you shift uncomfortably.

“You could’ve had a one night, you know? But no, you made him a liability. You told him the name of a cupid. Your name, yes, but a name nonetheless. You need to find his soulmate, not meddle in his business.”

“I just...” You twiddled your thumbs awkwardly. “I just get this feeling that his business is my business.” You placed a hand over your heart. “There’s a pain, right here.”

“Ridiculous, Cupids don’t have soulmates. That’s how the goddess makes sure we are doing our jobs.” She scoffed and stood, pulling out his file. “Unless you want to leave behind your job as a cupid, you won’t be going anywhere any time soon.”

As she left the room, stating the rules plainly, you couldn’t help but wonder ‘Is the unknown future more important than my present?’ Death scared you shitless. You actually admired humans for this. They had death thrown at them at every angle and yet they lived on, oblivious. How foolish, humans were. Or maybe you were foolish for having one as your soulmate.

The future was bleak, but at least you could hope for a future. Your hands felt over your waist, caressed the spots he touched. His lips that were so tantalizingly close that night. You pressed two fingers over your mouth, wondering what it would feel like if he had just leaned in a little closer. But proximity was the biggest worry. You just needed to avoid him and it would all be fine.

Avoiding him proved harder than you thought. He was somehow always where you were. Most of the time it was easy to lose him in a crowd or walk right past him in the street, but there were certain times where that got a lot harder.

“Y/N? Y/N?” The barista called your name and set your drink down. Two people looked up. You. And Namjoon. With a sigh, you stood from your seat and grabbed your drink. When you turned around, he was standing right there.

“Did I do something wrong, cupid?” His smirk was not helping your racing heart.

“I can’t talk to you right now.” You said quickly, pretending like you had somewhere to be.

“Fine. But can I at least take you out for dinner sometime? I get it, you’re one of those girls who doesn’t do one night stands. It’s okay.” He rambled. “I’ve been getting better at that as well.”

“I’ve got to go.” You physically couldn’t bring yourself to say no. It was terrifying and...exhilarating. You wanted to go on that date, you wanted to get to know him better. The longing made your chest hurt. But alas, things just don’t work out sometimes. You pulled away once more, trying to ignore the ghost touches on your hands, your hips, your waist. His breath against your face, like a warm caress. You needed to distance yourself and once he was dead, it would all be over.

200 Years Later

Things were good. The hole in your heart was back, but at least you were seeing the future, you lived another day.

Do You believe in reincarnation? The words rung in your head. The goddess had asked you just yesterday, but now you knew what she meant. Your heart was aching, chest pounding. It was hard to breathe.

You turned from your spot in the coffee shop, breath halting. Those dimples, that smile, those eyes. The hands that touched you, once again far away. He turned, he saw you, he smiled.

You waved and he waved back with a confused look. It was him.

“Namjoon?” You walked towards him, the slightest of trembles in your voice. You couldn’t do this again. Last time, you avoided him successfully, but this time, you knew you wouldn’t be so lucky. The soulmate bond was back and it was bigger than ever. It felt like your heart might carve out of your chest if you didn’t do something.

“Do I know you?” His expression was of pain, a confusion you wished upon no one. Would he remember you? Of course not, but you could start again. If it wasn’t meant to be in that time, maybe now? But you were a cupid and he was a human.

“Yes, you do.” You said firmly. And you weren’t going to let him go so easily this time. You hesitantly reached out and laced your fingers together. “But I’d like to get to know you better.”

He wasn’t sure why he followed you, but he knew it was right. It was like all he ever wanted was laid out in front of him and he was left trailing like a lost puppy.

But last time isn’t this time. You smiled across from him at dinner. The restaurant was cozy, but the atmosphere was not.

“Wait so you’re a cupid and you’re breaking your contract...just to be with me?” He tilted his head. “Now that makes no sense. Soulmate or not, this just doesn’t seem like the right move for you.”

“I told you, I already met you, 200 years ago. You were a little different, but mostly the same.” You tried to explain. You just wanted to get through with this date and kiss him, but you had to remind yourself that you had 200 years to think and pine over him while he had about six hours.

“Okay...” He mulled it over, the pasta growing cold. “I think I know you, I can feel it.” He murmured. “But I’m going to have to think this over.”

“Of course, take all the time you need.” Just not too long. You watched him carefully. “Hey Namjoon?”

“Yeah?”

“Wanna get out of here?”

One Year Later

Mortality was...endless. Death was a finality that forced you to live until you could no longer. Mortality brought you closer to him.

“Namjoon, wait up!” You shouted, racing across the street as he got out of his car.

“Y/N!” He lit up, waving at you as he grabbed his things. It was warm like a summer’s day, despite the season being winter. When you reached him, he swung you around, an arm wrapping around your waist as he pulled you in.

Your lips touched, an explosion of galaxies. Moving against each other like waves lapping upon the beach. he’s here. And he’s with you. That’s all you could think of as you pulled away. Your cheeks were flushed as he smiled at you.

“Hi.” You said breathlessly.

“Hi.” He responded, in a similar state.

Your heart let out a kick, the butterflies gathered. Impossible. You had once thought it impossible for someone like you to feel it...love. Yet, impossible was a word you often associated with Namjoon. And you wanted more.

You tied a red string to the end of an arrow. The last two arrows your goddess gifted you. She claimed you had to use it for something ‘worth it’ As she said. You took out the arrow and pointed it at him.

“You ready?”

“Ready as ever.” He grinned, staring at the sharp tip. You nodded and shot him a gentle smile as you stepped forward, closing your lips around his once more as you plunged the arrow into him. He didn’t make a sound, it felt like a soft touch, not an arrow plunging into his skin. You tied the string to the end of the other arrow and pulled away. You placed the tip to your chest and his heart leapt at the image. The red string hummed with energy.

You took a deep breath and pressed the tip into your chest. The arrows disappeared and a red string glowed vibrantly in between you two before slowly fading. You wanted his love, wanted more of him. And you didn’t have to hide it anymore.

He stepped forward cautiously and then swept you up in his arms.

“It feels like I’ve been waiting years for that.” He said huskily.

“You don’t even know how long I’ve waited.”

Give a little time to me or burn this out We'll play hide and seek to turn this around All I want is the taste that your lips allow My, my, my, my, oh give me love My, my, my, my, oh give me love

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Welcome To Wonderland | JHS Oneshot

Inspired by: Anson Seabra’s “Welcome to Wonderland”

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x Reader

Summary: You’ve spent the last five years down the rabbit hole, lost in his eyes, now, you only see him in your dreams.

Warnings: N/A, ANGST, but also lots of fluff!

Word Count: 6.3k (honestly the most I’ve written, I don’t know how or why this got so long).

A/N: Should I make this a series??? I’m really tempted. stay safe, wash your hands, and please help me gain motivation to do life.

Sneak Peak: “We all have to grow up some day, Hoseok. You can join me or stay here in your cruel little fantasy.”

Other: Masterlist

Dancing through a dream Underneath the stars Laughing 'til the morning comes Everyone that leaves has a heavy heart Oh, Wonderland I love

“She’s criminally insane.” The doctor spoke to your mother, tapping her pen against the clipboard as if you couldn’t hear her. They stood outside the small room’s door, though it felt more like a jail cell. Your mother spoke in a hushed whisper, as if she didn’t want to admit that her perfect daughter was going insane. It wasn’t even your fault!

“What do you mean?” Your mother’s voice was incredulous.

“She’ll be here until she’s deemed stable.” You could almost hear the smile on the cruel doctor’s face. “Don’t worry, we’ll get those silly little illusions out of her head soon enough.”

You cringed, hands going to your head. You shut your eyes, shaking your head violently. No, no, no, I don’t want you to take him away from me. Memories of the handsome Mad Hatter filled your mind. He would tip his hat and wink, smiling his signature smile. There was a hint of madness in his eyes, but it was always your kind of madness.

Five years. They said you were gone for five hours. Five years, you were gone five years. Your insistence had them worried, but your screams as they pulled you away from the woods were what brought you to the institution for the criminally insane.

The light seemed so harsh compared to the magical land of wonderland. The sunlight beat you down in the pure white room, reflecting off every surface and making your eyes hurt. You shifted on the hard bed, throwing your forearm over your eyes in an attempt to escape your fate.

You heard your mother’s heels clacking away farther down the hall. There was a rapping at the door. When you didn’t respond, the door slowly opened. The doctor filed into the room along with two other nurses. One nurse held a metal tray with a small plastic cup and a glass of water. The other had a needle filled with clear liquid. The doctor had a clipboard, her lips were pressed into a thin line, a displeased look on your face. You scrambled away, pulling your legs to your chest as you pushed yourself into the farthest corner of the bed.

“Y/N.” The doctor dropped the kind tone she had with your mother. Her words were cold, calculating. “You have been diagnosed as criminally insane, thus, I will need to run some tests. These drugs are to help you sleep without those little...dreams of yours.”

“NO!” You cried out, rocking back and forth slowly. “I don’t want them to go away, please.”

The doctor sighed, tapping her clipboard with her pen. She stepped aside, gesturing to the other nurses. The one with the tray had blonde hair and a stern expression. The other nurse may have the needle, but you were more terrified of the one with the tray. Her face mimicked the queen of hearts in ways you never wanted to see again. The nurse with the needle had a warm smile, just like the cheshire cat. Subtly unsettling, but not entirely creepy.

“Honey, these will help you sleep.” The blonde explained, a lack of emotion to her voice. It was unnerving.

“And what’s that?” You shakily pointed to the needle.

“Just a little something to take away the dreams.”

You tensed immediately.

“I’m not taking that.” You said quickly, your eyes darted between the nurses and doctor. “I’ll take the pills, but I refuse the injection.”

The doctor stared at you blankly. She had never had a patient who flat out refused medication and in such a firm way. This girl would look to be absolutely sane if it weren’t for those hallucinations. The woman finally conceded, dipping her head and shooing the cheshire cat nurse out of the room. You decided to refer to her as Cheshire in honor of your unlikely friend.

The other one would be referred to as Queenie in regards to the mad queen who gave you hell in wonderland, but was ultimately a force of good. You found that you missed even her, that fiery devil.

You swallowed the two pills and then curled back up in your corner. Your hands went over your heart, frowning at the dull ache in your chest.

~Welcome to Wonderland ~Look where you're at ~Maddest of hatters ~The Cheshire Cat ~Magical cabins and lovely white rabbits with clocks

5 years ago

“Mr. puffles?” You called out to the stubborn cat, blue dress swishing behind you. You bent down, not caring about the dirt as you searched the bushes. There was a quiet meow that sent you farther into the woods, away from the brilliant manor. There was a soft melody, a ringing in your ears. It was enticing, it called to you.

You found yourself wandering deeper into the woods. You felt this pull, a tug, a push, to venture farther into the darkness. The sun was beginning to set. While usually you would feel anxious to be out in the woods alone as it got dark, you found yourself drawn in more. You felt perfectly safe like nothing would harm you. It was a silly notion, but you were known to follow your impulses.

There was a rustle in the bushes and you saw the shadow of a cat’s tail before it slipped away.

“Mr. Puffles?” You called again. The smallest meow came from your left. You raced after it, grasping the flowing ends of your dress in your hands. This was a hunt and you refused to trip unnecessarily.

“Ugh! You tricky little fur demon.” You cursed, pursing your lips. As the woods fell silent, you turned in a half circle, realizing how dark it had gotten. Then you realized that the woods were massive and you could no longer see any feasible path. You turned in circles, chuckle madly to yourself. This must be some cruel trick; to lure you out on your curiosity and then leave you stranded. Somehow, you didn’t feel scared in the slightest.

There was another rustle, but then it was followed by several others. You trekked slowly after the noises, careful of your flats that were your only footwear.

“Hello?” You whispered. The noise still echoed loudly against the peaceful forest. You didn’t feel out of place in these woods.

“Hello.” Your voice echoed, but it sounded more masculine.

“Who are you?” You felt the hairs on the back of your neck raise.

“Who are-” The voice said back, far away and distant. Then you heard the crackle of leaves behind you. You turned to see a tall man step out from behind a tree. “-you?” He said clearly.

In his eyes you could only see darkness and perhaps something else. His hair was draped over one side of his face, the rest covered by a red velvet top hat. His suit jacket was also red velvet and his pants were a dark black.

“Where did you come from? How did you get over there?” You cried, scrambling away from the intimidating man. He had a wide smile on his face and you couldn’t help thinking he looked extremely handsome.

“Magic.” He splayed his white gloved fingers. There was a spark of mischief in his eyes. You wanted to step closer, examine him, but you stayed where you were.

“What’s your name?” You bit your lip, looking around at your surroundings as the forest slowly gave away to the darkness.

“Now, now, sweet rabbit, you’ll find out soon enough. First tell me yours.”

“I’m-”

You were cut off from speaking to the mysterious man when a voice called your name. You whipped around, eyes searching the forest. You were sure no one had followed you in or even seen you leave the manor. Your eyes narrowed suspiciously. There wasn’t something right about that voice, though you clearly could place it as your mother’s. Your mother would never dirty her dress to come out looking for you.

“Do you know who that is?” The man tilted his head, a frown adorning his face. He looked puzzled, but there was something akin to fear that seemed to shake his body. He looked on the fritz, maybe a little crazy. My kind of crazy. You thought pleasantly to yourself.

“No, well, yes.” You murmured. This man made you feel safe, whatever was out there, did not. Yes, he had just magically appeared, but once again, you felt that tug. You gave in this time, more scared of whatever was calling your name behind you. Something that isn’t your mother. You stepped closer, cringing as you heard the loud crack of twigs beneath your feet. The man looked amused at your attempts to stay quiet, though he eyed the treeline warily.

“What do you mean, no and yes?” He raised an eyebrow.

You stepped close enough that you were less than an arms reach away. Thoughts of your cat subsided and even thoughts of that thing acting as your mother drifted away. His eyes were like deep whirlpools of emotion with the glint of madness, insanity. You felt your breath taken away as you peered into his eyes. You could tell he was experiencing the same thing because he sharply inhaled.

“I mean, mystery man,” You said quietly, suddenly looking behind you, sensing something watching, no, stalking, you. You gently grasped his sleeve and he automatically moved to let you in closer. He felt this inexplicable urge to protect you, to touch you. He had attraction to other people before, but never this intensely. “That thing, out there, may sound like my mother, but,” You gnawed at your bottom lip. “It is not my mother.”

He took in a deep breath. Those damn parasites always crawled through these woods. The man nodded, velvet hat shifting on top of his black hair.

“Dream catchers.” He murmured, then he cursed as he saw a movement. He turned to you, grasping your hands tightly. He leaned in, breath fanning across your face. “Love, you and I need to run.”

Your heart beat quickened. “Run? Run where?” You whispered softly, already feeling adrenaline pumping through your veins as the crackling in the woods came closer.

“Would you like to go on an adventure, rabbit?” He looked at you with such fondness that you found yourself nodding before you could think. “Good.”

Then there was a loud howl a little ways away. The man’s eyes widened, intertwining your hands and taking off in the other direction. You held back a squeal as he dragged you along. Your legs pumped to exhaustion as you tried your best to keep up with his long legs. You studied him, taking your mind off the creature’s huffing behind you and the lungs struggling for breath inside you.

The man had handsome features, truly beautiful. A sloped nose, high cheek bones, cupid’s bow shaped lips. His back is strong, legs long, body slim. Absolutely enchanting. You fought the blush creeping up your face. Now is not the time.

“What’s-What’s your name.” You huffed, struggling for air. He only then seemed to notice your plight. He looked behind you before slowing down to a walk. He took a turn, ducking behind a rock. Then you noticed you were surrounded by a bunch of random stones all surrounding a hole in the ground. You craned your neck, seeing a never ending pit of darkness. The moonlight illuminated only a few feet inside and the dark seemed to go on and on.

He sharply inhaled, tugging you to his chest, wrapping his arms tightly around you, trying to shrink your two figures behind the rock. There was a scampering sound and you hoped your heart wasn’t beating as loud as you thought it was. Blood rushed through your ears, chest rising and falling. You tried to calm your breathing. He glanced down at you worriedly as you clamped your hand over your mouth. The steps stopped and you heard a sniffing sound. After a few tense moments, it disappeared howling and scampering deeper into the forest.

You let out a shaky breath and the man frowned at you.

“Are you alright?” He gripped your shoulders tightly.

“I’m...I’m okay.” Your voice was far too timid to properly convince him and you knew it. You cleared your throat. “What’s your name?” You asked firmly.

“Hoseok.” The man, Hoseok, smiled widely. He didn’t seem out of breath whatsoever and you fought to keep from whining. It was so unfair that he was beautiful and fit. He was taller than you, your eye level coming up to his nose.

“I’m Y/N.” You breathed, fingers curling in and out. “How did you find me? Why am I here?”

“There hasn’t been a true visitor to these woods in years.” He chuckled. “And I brought you here, to the edge of your world and the start of mine,” He gestured to the hole in the ground. “Because you’re like me. You don’t belong in the above world and you haven’t for a long time.”

You took a step back. He smiled painfully at you.

“God, you’re here to murder me aren’t you?”

“If I wanted to murder you, I would have left you to the dream catchers and not saved you.”

“Oh wow, that’s re-ensuring.” You grumbled. He chuckled at that. Hoseok then grasped your hands.

“You said you wanted to go on an adventure. Join me, where you belong.” His voice was hushed, his words almost intimate.

“And where do I belong?”

“With me.” Then he cleared his throat when you flushed a bright red. “In wonderland.” He amended.

“You’re insane.”

“Only the best kind.” He started tugging you towards the hole. “I see it in your eyes too. Come.” His words were like a command.

It wasn’t like you had anything to go back to. Your father wanted you to get married, your mother was a controlling witch. Your siblings were such good children, always following the rules and accomplishing great things.

“Okay.” You relented. What harm could there be in a little fun? You bent and tied your dress ends around your legs to create some weird pants-dress-combo.

He flashed you a winning smile.

“Follow my lead.” He tipped his hat before stretching his arms and jumping backwards into the hole. You shrieked, scrambling to look over the edge. He laughed, then he disappeared, the scream cutting off abruptly.

“Hoseok?!” You called, your voice bouncing off the walls of the hole. Silence. The wind whistled in your ears. You found yourself backing away from the hole, your fear taking over. Then you heard the low growl of something behind you. The dream catchers. You looked between the beast before you and the hole behind you. Only one held certain death. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

You took a few steps back and then leapt into the hole, your screams ripped away by the wind rushing past your ears. Suddenly the wind stopped and you felt yourself floating. Down down down to the ground like a soft caress.

“Y/N, I got you.”

You recognized that voice, drifting into the arms of someone waiting. The person is warm, the person is nice, the person is safe. Your eyes flew open.

“Hoseok!” You cried, tears slipping out at the familiar face. You flung your arms around his neck and he stiffened suddenly before awkwardly patting your back.

“Are you alright? You were gone for a while.” He set you down, now back to your usual weight. “We were scared you weren’t jumping.”

“It was only a few seconds.” You huffed, tilting your head in confusion. “And what do you mean we?”

You stepped back and he chuckled, moving aside. “Welcome to the family, Y/N.”

Five sets of eyes were on you. Five smiles widened at your sight. And five new people became your family. Another lingered in the background, white armor shining.

~Welcome to Wonderland ~Where should we go? ~There's a tea party along down the road ~Make an appearance and maybe they'll sing us a song

Four Years Ago

“Hoseok!” You shouted, running around the house, throwing open any cupboards you saw.

“What?” The mad hatter’s voice called from outside. You didn’t respond, furiously searching for the tea set you wanted to use for today’s daily tea party. You heard a huff of annoyance and a sly smile made its way onto your face.

“What.” The voice was closer and you already knew he was standing in the doorway, probably leaning in the door frame with a wicked smile.

“Did you see that tea set, the one with the cherry blossoms on them?” You said innocently. You turned around and, as always, he took your breath away.

“Yeah, they’re over here.” He reached over you. If he noticed you gawking, he didn’t mention it. He was wearing that red velvet suit that he had been wearing when you first met him. It was still by far his most dashing look. You had seen him in every color of the rainbow, but red always suited him so well. He took down the set and placed it on a tray. You tried to take it from him, but he dodged easily.

You gave a little shout, annoyed at his foolishness. “Hoseok! Just. Let. Me-”

You struggled to grab the tray back, but he simply turned the other direction, marching out of the kitchen. He smiled and you pouted, following him sullenly.

“Be patient, my little rabbit.” He set down the tray and you both went about setting out the cups and saucers. You had been living with Hoseok the past year and things had gone better than okay. From smoking with the caterpillar to escaping the rage of the Red Queen, you had your handful of adventures. You made an effort not to mention the Red Queen however.

Hoseok always went cold, his gaze hardening, whenever you brought up his dear friend.

“He wasn’t always this way, you know?” He looked away sadly. “Maybe he would have even come for tea if he could gain the sanity.”

“What happened to him?”

Hoseok turned to you, thinking for a moment. “You know how things makes sense to you and I down here?”

You nodded.

“Well, he wasn’t...he wasn’t meant to be down here. His truth, is up there.” He pointed to the ceiling, to your old world. “He accidentally fell in as a teenager and Wonderland doesn’t treat those from your world kindly. He’s been losing sanity for a while.” He sighed. “I’m surprised he held on for so long.”

“So he’ll return to normal if he goes back to my world?”

“That’s the theory. We’ve tried to convince him, but he was too far gone, screaming about ‘off with their heads!’ and painting roses red. Then he shunned us, saying if we ever came back to dethrone him, he’d have our heads.” He shook his head sadly. “What’s heartbreaking is that he was completely serious. If you looked him in the eye, you could see he’d gone completely insane.”

Wonderland was a scary place, but the way it worked made sense to you. You glanced anxiously at the clock that was always set three hours ahead. It was almost time for your guests to arrive.

Yoongi, the Cheshire cat always arrived early in comparison to the Caterpillar known as Jin. Then the others would file in. Jungkook, the white rabbit, was always off about being late, despite being perfectly on time. Then Namjoon, the march hare would try his best to calm down the youngest. Jimin, the ever divine white queen, would arrive exactly on the dot. The usual commotion occured. Yoongi was grinning devilishly at Jungkook, fanning the fire of chaos. Jungkook was bouncing off the walls with energy, stammering about being late. Namjoon pressed a hand to Jungkook’s shoulder to calm him down and started giving a stern talking to to Yoongi. Jin hung back, either high or tired, one or the other. You chuckled at the madness, the ruckus feeling like home.

You frowned at the clock. Your special guest should arrive any minute and you didn’t want to overwhelm him. It was a stupid idea, really, but nonetheless, he had replied ‘yes’. You ushered the boys into the backyard. They all settled into their usual spots. Hoseok at the head, your seat reserved to his right, Yoongi appearing in the spot to his left. Next to Yoongi, Jimin took his place and Jin sluggishly sat next to your empty spot. Usually, you would also sit, but you had more important matters to attend to. You knew that if Hoseok, or any of the others for that matter, had known of your plan, they would have stopped you.

Namjoon took a place next to Jungkook beside Jin.

“Rabbit?” Hoseok looked at you expectantly. It was a Wonderland rule that you can’t start the tea party until all members have sat. “The tea’s getting cold, what’s wrong?”

You shifted uncomfortably. Should you tell them? You glanced behind you. Through the sliding glass doors you could see a figure walking to the door. The steps were slow and purposeful and you knew who it was. Your guest. You took a deep breath.

“Sorry, hatty,” You mumbled. “But I have another guest.”

“Another-” Jin started, suddenly pulled from his quiet state.

“-Guest?” Jimin finished, a pretty smile on his face.

The boys exchanged a look. Jungkook had stopped moving around restlessly and Jimin’s smile seemed forced. Even Hoseok looked perplexed.

“Who is it, dear?” Hoseok finally asked. There was a loud knock on the door. You sheepishly rubbed your neck.

“Ah! They’re here.” You rushed to the front door, slamming open the glass sliding doors harshly.

You opened the door.

The Red Queen stepped into your living room.

Some might wonder why you called him the Red Queen. You could never explain why, it just made sense. That was Wonderland logic, after all.

“Taehyung.” You dipped your head a little. You had actually met him before he went completely insane, just once. Now that he was standing in front of you, he didn’t seem insane at all. He seemed normal, in fact, maybe a little tired. He flashed you a small smile.

“Thank you for inviting me, Y/N. It’s quite the honor.” His voice was deep and soothing.

“They might be a little surprised, I didn’t tell them you’d come.” You and him had met once before. That’s when he was still sane.

“You seem to be far from home.” A smug voice said behind you. You turned so fast you almost sprained your ankle. You studied the tall man in front of you, his lips pressed together to form a tight smile. Maybe even then, he was struggling with sanity. “What brings you to Wonderland? You certainly aren’t from around here.”

You smiled, feeling at ease around him.

“I’m from the other world, technically, but Wonderland is my home now.” You leaned against the railing, gazing up at the stars. The night sky was always fascinating in Wonderland; a plethora of colors painting a dark canvas.

“Interesting.” He murmured, taking a place beside you. “People here refer to me as the Red Queen, but you can call me Taehyung.” He shifted to look at you and you tore your eyes away from the beautiful sky to view a beautiful man.

“The Red Queen, hm?” You tilted your head a little. You remembered Hoseok’s warning. To stay away, he’s unstable, with the ability to be more insane than any other Wonderlandian. However, as you stood next to him, he didn’t seem threatening in the slightest. “I like Taehyung better.”

He lets out a laughed, propping his elbow up on the railing and tracing the carvings with his finger. “You sound just like Hoseok.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Well, I live with Hoseok so I wouldn’t be surprised.”

His eyes widened slightly. “So you’re the girl he won’t shut up about.” He laughed, scratching the back of his head. “If he’s told you anything about my sanity, he’s right.”

You were taken aback. “What?”

“Yeah, it’s true.” He sighed, turning his attention to the sky. “Listen, you need to help me, if I’m ever past the point of sanity.”

You nodded slowly at his words, wondering why he was seeking your help, but you knew you would do everything in your power to help him if he so needed it.

Maybe it was already happening? To him, there were more colors than there actually were. To him, all the white roses were mocking him and needed to be painted red. To him, people looked better without their heads.

There was an audible scraping of metal chairs through grass. Hoseok immediately went to you, tugging you away from Taehyung.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He hissed in your ear.

“Mending a bond that needs to be mended.” You shrugged. “Maybe you could convince him to go back.”

Hoseok sighed, dropping your wrist. The others glanced around. Jungkook was shaking.

“Y/N. You need to be more carefully. I thought I already went over how he won’t listen, it’s too late for him.”

“I’ll go back.”

Your hushed whispers stopped instantly. Taehyung shifted uncomfortably, smoothing his casual clothes down absentmindedly.

“It’s my time.” Taehyung stepped forward. “But please let me have tea with you first.”

“Hey! It was an accident!” Jimin cried, sending the table into hysterics. Taehyung had his signature boxy smile on and Hoseok felt his heart clench. It had been so long since they’d seen that. Still, you could tell something was different about the younger boy. He had this hollow sound to his laugh and some of his smiles seemed forced.

“Taehyung.” You interrupted the conversation, cringing at how quickly the mood changed. No one had dared interact directly with him, or when they did, they would refer to him as ‘Queenie’.

“Yeah?” His voice was soft.

“Is something wrong?”

There was a long pause. Then he let out a shaky breath and the table stalled, waiting for him to start.

“Of course.” He mumbled. “I’m leaving behind my family.” His head sunk low.

You frowned, heart beating out for him. You understood his feelings. You felt your heart cracking at the mere thought of leaving Hoseok and the others. You gently reached across the table, and it was a bit of a stretch, and intertwined your fingers.

“I know, Tae, but this isn’t where you belong. You belong up there.” You looked up towards the sky. “It tears us apart to see you doing this to yourelf, please.” You whispered.

He looked away, ashamed. “I’m fighting everyday. Is it so wrong to just want to be with you guys?”

“We belong to different worlds, Tae.” Hoseok stood and walked over, crouching beside the boy. “It’s time to go home.”

Taehyung began sobbing, breaking down the facade of the immortal queen and Hoseok held him, wrapping him into a tight hug. You felt yourself coming undone as well, tears streaming down your face. No one could replace him, there would always be a hole.

“I love you guys.” He whimpered. Then a bright light overtook your vision and he was gone.

You were stunned, confusion twisting your features, your nose red and eyes puffy.

“There is no way to leave wonderland, you have to truly be ready to let it go. That’s why I said it was too late for him.” Hoseok sighed, trying to ignore the lump in his throat. He was going to miss that kid. Then he went over to you and kissed your forehead. “Don’t cry, love, he’s where he belongs now.”

Three Years Ago

“How’d you sleep?” His voice was muffled from where his face was pressed into your back.

“Good.” You croaked, having just woken up. You turned to face him. “But I slept even better with you.”

Hoseok immediately reddened, burying his face into your neck. “Rabbit, you can’t do this to me, I just woke up.” He chuckled, the vibrations against your neck making you hum.

It was a lazy morning. In Wonderland, Hoseok’s job was to make sure the daily tea parties were going smoothly, it was his business. The earliest client he had was supposed to be at 10 A.M.

You glanced at the cuckoo clock on the wall, waiting for it’s ear piercing screech that notified you that it was time to get a move on. five minutes.

You began to move, preparing yourself for the loss of his warmth. He groaned.

“Wait.” He slurred, still drowsy.

��Hatty, love, you need to get up in five minutes.” You brushed your hands through his hair.

“I still have five minutes.” You felt him frown against your skin. With a chuckle you pull him away and caress his cheek with your hand.

“I love you, you know that?” You kissed his nose. He laughed a little, moving to look you better in the eye.

“I love you too, my little rabbit.”

It was mornings like these that made you want to stay in Wonderland forever. Mornings like these made you wish to be nowhere else but in his arms. It was mornings like these that made Hoseok want to kiss you silly. He wanted to keep you by his side forever. You belonged here, with him. He didn’t know what he would do with himself if you left him, if anything happened to you. To put it simply, he was helplessly in love with you, and so were you with him.

Lost in each other’s gaze, the soft morning sun shining through the curtains, you resisted the urge to kiss him again. You leaned in, he leaned in. You shut your eyes, he shut his. Then the cuckoo clock screeched its way through the quiet.

With a groan, he rolled onto his back and you giggled. He sighed loudly. “Can’t we just get a new clock? It sounds like someone’s being murdered every morning.” He shivered and stood, the sheets shifting. You missed the warmth already.

One Year Ago

“I don’t understand.” His voice was hollow. “Where are you going?”

You were walking down the dirt path looking up at the sky, searching for a fissure, a seam, any sign of the world above.

“Hoseok.” You turned on your heel, almost bumping into his chest when he pulled to a sudden halt. “How did you find me? You said that you couldn’t leave unless you truly wanted to and even then if you tried to come back, you’d get lost, unable to come back.”

His smile was pained, hand reaching out to brush your cheek, but you took a step back.

“Magic.” He murmured weakly.

“Oh stop with your stupid magic.” You spat. Over the past two years things had changed drastically. A seed of doubt had been planted a year ago and now it had blossomed. “You’re a grown man, are you not?”

“Yes.” His expression was blank and that was so much worse than anger or sadness. You crossed your arms.

“I want to go back.”

His face dropped. “No, no, no. Y/N.” His voice shook. “Come on, let’s talk about this. You belong here, you’ll go insane, like Taehyung, if you go back now.” He reached out, grasping your wrists before you could pull away.

“Hoseok, how long have you been lying to me? Did you know?”

“Know?”

“This place is dying because of me. I don’t belong here, you used your ‘magic’ to trick me into feeling safe! Like a total creep!” You were in hysterics. “I’m going insane.”

“Join the club, rabbit.” His lips quirked into a small smile, but you could tell it was forced. “And I swear I didn’t do anything, who told you this?”

“That doesn’t matter!” It was that damn white knight. “If you didn’t do anything, and if I belong here, why the hell do I feel like I’m going fucking insane!” You shouted, tugging at your hair.

“That’s just a general side effect of Wonderland.” He stepped forward, you stepped back. It was like a cruel dance.

“We all have to grow up some day, Hoseok. You can join me or stay here in your cruel little fantasy.” You said bitterly.

You wanted to cry. This isn’t how you wanted it to end. You wanted to slip out while he was asleep, leaving him with good memories. He woke up when you accidentally bumped into the table in the dining room. You didn’t belong here, not anymore. The man you loved was standing here begging you to stay, but your gut was screaming at you to go. Something had changed in Wonderland and you were blaming it on yourself. The white knight had whispered dirty secrets and cruel words while Hoseok was unaware.

“I’m sorry.” You choked out. Then you saw light starting to take your body away. “Wait! Wait no! I’ve changed my mind!” You cried out, trying to stop the slow burn. Hoseok’s eyes widened.

“No..No, this shouldn’t be able to happen. Wonderland should listen to your cries.” He rushed to you as you sank to the floor, begging yourself to stay in Wonderland, to stay with him. He held you as your body turned to golden dust. He stayed there, knowing this was the prophecy. This was what was supposed to happen, but he didn’t know it would be so soon.

“Why is my time up, why is my time over with you?” He sobbed out in anguish.

“You can see her again.”

He stood, looking around for that stupid white knight.

“You can bring her back, she can be with you. You just need to sacrifice something, something precious.”

He watched the shining white armor appear out of thin air. Hoseok narrowed his eyes, swiping at the tears rolling down his face.

“How?”

Present

His eyes were like galaxies. His smile is as bright as the day. His face is fading from memory. The pills washing away the details. Cured. You’re almost cured.

You opened your eyes. Cold light filtered through the tall and slim window in your room. It reminded you of a jail cell. You were propped against the door as the night before came reeling back to you. You had clawed and screamed at the door, begging not to be drugged up again.

You don’t understand! I want to see him again, let me have these memories! You sobbed.

The nurses smiled sweetly, like a parent listening to their child ramble on.

You surveyed the claw marks on the door, almost proud of your work. Then you stood sluggishly. Every day you found less and less motivation to get up and move. You could barely remember his name.

Then you saw movement out of the corner of your eye. You went to the window and peered out. There was someone out there, waving frantically. You tilted your head. He looked familiar, but you weren’t sure if you should trust him.

“Y/N!” How does he know your name?

You wanted to turn back around and go to sleep, slipping into the serenity of your memories, trying desperately to make those touches real again. You started to turn away and the man started shouting louder. When you turned back around, he was gone. Great, now you were actually going insane.

The door clicked open and you didn’t turn around.

“Hurry up and just inject that stuff in me already.” You sighed, utterly defeated.

“I’m not here to stick any needles in you.”

Your eyes widened, turning around at the familiar voice. You just couldn’t put your finger on it. Who was he?

“Who are you?!” You cried, scrambling across the room. The man looked oddly hurt.

“See, this is why you’re not meant to be here. It’s making your mind fuzzy. I’m Taehyung, also known as the Red Queen.”

What?

“Why are you a queen when you’re a guy?” You tilted your head.

“Oh, Rabbit, what did they do to you?” He sighed. “This used to make sense to you.” He grasped your arm. “Please, there’s someone here to see you.”

“Who?” You narrowed your eyes.

“Why don’t you just follow me?” He had this spark of mischief in his eyes and you couldn’t say no.

Down the stairs, sneak around the corner, avoid the guards. Easy. Soon enough, you’re outside, the short gates that circle the gardens being the only thing separating you from freedom.

“Taehyung?” You suddenly remembered. The boy seemed overjoyed and he nodded excitedly.

“Yup! That’s me!” He glanced back at the building. “They took me there too. There’s something about that building...anyway!”

He hurried ahead. “Wait here.” He said, jumping over the fence and running to the treeline. Then you saw him.

As he stepped out, your breath caught in your throat, a strangled cry leaving. He was a beautiful as the day you left him, did he not age? He was possibly even more handsome. His eyes lit up when they saw you and you could see his glistening eyes.

“Hoseok!” You flung out your arms and he ran to them. You sat down, divided by the tiny fence as he embraced you, tears slipping out.

“I thought I lost you, oh god.” He managed to choke out, tears staining your white gown.

“Your hat.” You pulled away, viewing his empty head. You had never seen him without it on except in bed. “What happened to it?”

He shot you a pained expression before shrugging nonchalantly. “Not sure.”

You brushed his odd answer aside, too happy to see him again. Everything was flooding back to you, every touch, every whisper.

“But how,” You caressed his face in your hands, fingers pushing back any stray hairs. “How did you get here?”

He pulled away, smirking and splaying his fingers like he did when you first met him.

“Magic.”

If this was a dream,

then at least I’ve got

memories for when morning comes.

A/N p.2: Yes a series? Yes? No? Maybe so? Let me know! Comments and feedback really help motivate me to continue publishing stories for all you lovely people <3!

#bts #bts x reader #jung hoseok #hoseok x reader #jhope #welcome to wonderland #oneshot #tatafics #angst #fluff #proof reading?? yeah I don't know what that is

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Trust | JJK Drabble

While I’m procrastinating on both series I’m writing- have this drabble?? Also, sorry I’m not used to writing JJK :(

Oh god why were you doing this again? Your legs were trembling at the sight of the drop below.

“Y/N?” The male beside you softly tugged on your hand. You turned, giving a small smile before squeezing your eyes shut again.

How had Jungkook, your beloved boyfriend, managed to talk you into doing this? Heights were terrifying enough. Now he wanted to be dropped off a cliff attached to just a couple strings....and somehow he’d convinced you to join him. You remembered the conversation well.

“Y/N....” Jungkook whined. “Come on, it’ll be fun!”

You crossed your arms, turning away stubbornly. “When I agreed to go to New Zealand with you, I did not agree to jump off the side of a cliff with you.” You huffed. Just the thought of it had your stomach dropping.

“But I don’t want to do it alone!”

“You know I hate heights.”

“I’ll be with you.” He said firmly, as if that helped your fears. He placed a hand on yours, reaching across the kitchen counter where brochures were strewn about. Out of all the pamphlets, of course he chose the most dangerous one. You had even tried to hide the brochure from him. “Plus you said I could choose one thing and we’d both do it together. Besides, Y/N, you’re planning the rest of the trip!”

You smiled softly, grasping his hand in yours. “I know, kookie, but I don’t know...It’s scary.”

“Yeah..but isn’t that the point?”

“I guess.”

“I won’t let you fall. I would never want to do something that actually put you in danger.” He sighed, squeezing your hand in response. “Do you trust me?”

“Do you trust me?”

Those familiar words had you opening your eyes. You were met with the warm brown of his. He placed his hands on either side of your face so you could only see him. Slowly, you nodded.

“Okay. This is going to be really fun!” Jungkook took your hand and rushed ahead, seeing the line move. You stumbled after him, trying to keep your legs from shaking. The platform was so high. You adjusted your harness again, noting how tight it already was. You took steady breaths, moving one step at a time before coming to the front of the line.

Instantly, seeing the drop, you started to panic.

“No no no no. This was a bad idea.” You said to yourself in hushed worry. You pressed your eyes closed, trying to get your bearings. Once you were confident, you watched as the workers strapped you in. You held Jungkook’s hand. He looked worriedly at you before looking down at the bottom of the canyon in excitement.

You were brought out of your mind by Jungkook’s touch. He had turned to you, the best he could with the harness, and he carefully brushed a piece of hair behind your ear.

“I love you.” He said, raising his voice so you could hear him over the wind. You looked away, eyes searching the canyon frantically. Then you turned to him. eyes wide.

“I love you too but I don’t know if this was such a good-”

“Do you trust me, Y/N?” He said firmly for the second time. You opened your mouth to respond when instead a scream ripped its way through your throat. The world dropped under you and you were falling. Your stomach dropped and the feeling spread throughout your body. It was a warm feeling. You were flying. As you started swinging, you turned to him. The wind blew through your hair and you squinted slightly to look at him as the sun framed your face.

“Yes.” You responded, breathless. You held his hand and let your other fly out like a bird wing. “We’re flying!” You screamed, laughing.

He watched your eyes light up. He felt satisfied, watching you feel so free. Jungkook decided he wanted to continue giving you reasons to be happy. He wanted to be the reason.

“I love you, so much.” His heart swelled, words swept away by the wind until it was only a whisper. “Trust me to make you happy.”

You must have heard him at that last part because you stared intently at him. Then, the most beautiful laugh escaped your pretty lips.

“You will always make me happy, Kookie.”

#bts #drabble #tatafics #trust #bts x reader #jeon jungkook #jungkook #jungkook x reader

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The Empty Piano | MYG Drabble

boop a doop doop procrastinatino station- just a cute drabble i had in mind. It’s the shortest thing I’ve written so far, but I?? Really like it??

Masterlist

You were always there it seemed. Every day of every week for the past two months. Yoongi always passed by that old piano on the street on his way to work. The piano was out for everyone to use, but no one had the guts to play anything before. It was in the middle of a crowded area and many were afraid of rejection and failure in front of an audience.

But not you. No, you sat there, everyday, letting the most beautiful melodies flow from your fingertips through those keys. If you touched a wrong note, you didn’t even spare a glance, incorporating it into the melody. He was always fascinated, but he never had the time to stop and watch.

This day, however, as he passed by, there was no one. He had come to recognize your presence on his way to work and he could see others glancing at the empty piano. So, quite unlike him, he stopped. Yoongi glanced around and slowly approached the weathered piano. He sat, the old wood creaking loudly, but few spared him a glance.

Then a melody popped up in his brain and he let it out through his fingers. His slender fingers danced over the keys as I Need U played. It was a melodic version, enchanting. You had been running late to your new job when you heard it. The piano, which usually sat empty, now had another person playing it.

You often used the piano as an extra source of income during the summer when your job as a piano teacher for school was off. Yoongi didn’t notice the lingering presence. You were just happy someone else had taken to it. You passed by after a few moments and left for your shift.

The next few days it seemed Yoongi had taken your position as a pianist of the people. You were happy he was there, filling an empty space. The park had been void of any music for years and when they added the piano, no one dared touch it. You decided you needed to introduce yourself to the other person who was making the effort to bring light to the park.

When the usual morning crowd dwindled, you saw him standing and closing the piano lid. He grasped his bag and made his way around the piano when he noticed you. Yoongi had never truly gotten to look at you before. He had always passed by, but he knew it was you. He found heat rise to his cheeks as he saw the proud expression displayed on your face. You didn’t say a word, you just stared and he looked right back at you.

Finally, you dipped your head and went on your way, clutching your bag tightly. The man was certainly handsome. It was almost intimidating.

“Wait!” You heard his voice. It was low, but not exactly deep. It had a husk to it.

You turned around to see him rushing towards you, falling into step as you walked.

“So you’re the other pianist.” You mused after a thoughtful pause. You didn’t look at him, your eyes just scanned your surroundings. The park was peaceful and it wasn’t necessarily on route to your workplace. You just enjoyed listening to the piano and viewing the green scenery that was so rare in the city.

“Ah, yeah. I hope you don’t mind.” He said sheepishly.

“I don’t mind at all.” You waved him off with a scoff. He chuckled a little. “I have a job now so I won’t be able to do as much playing anymore.” You explained.

“So that’s why you stopped coming, hm?” His voice was quieter and you spared a glance at him.

“What’s your name?” You asked, now taking the time to look at his appearance. His hair was ruffled, but not unruly, and his frame was slim. He had this button nose and eyes that seemed to peer into your soul.

“Yoongi.” He held out his hand and you gladly took it in yours, shaking it firmly.

“Y/N.”

#tatafics #min yoongi #bts #yoongi x reader #drabble #fluff #please send me a request #I'm dying

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Take a Break | PJM Drabble

*Cue terrible singing* Take a break!

Okay but seriously, I just got this idea and I’ve been writing all day, but let’s just keep going, yeah? I forgot to link my masterlist last time so...

here it is: Masterlist

Also my requests are open. I don’t have many rules but I’ll write a post soon enough. ~ Marria

It was 1 A.M. when he stumbled through the doorway. Sweat dripped off his brow as he swiped his wet hair out of his eyes. His hands fumbled with the keys, trying to lock the door quickly. What he needed was a to shower and sleep. He had to be awake in four hours, which seemed insane, but it wasn’t like he hadn’t done it before. The only thing that did worry him was turning around to find your drowsy form at the kitchen counter.

The kitchen was to the right of the doorway and the counter faced the entrance. You sat, propping your face up with the palm of your hand, eyes closed. The lights of the kitchen were on, making it clear you had stayed up for him. Jimin was a hard worker, a perfectionist. He would dance until he felt dizzy and even then he would keep going. One would think that would be a strain on your relationship, but you had been nothing but supportive and sweet about his work ethic. It didn’t matter how late he came home or how early he left, you would always be waiting.

He carefully dropped his bag in the corner and snuck over to the counter, trying not to make too much noise. His fingers lightly brushed the side of your face. When he didn’t get a reaction from you, he observed the kitchen. The living room was spotlessly clean and in the kitchen was a pot of tea, now cold. Two cups were set out.

His heart melted at the thought of you making him tea and waiting, just hoping he would come home early for once. Guilt washed over him, but he decided that he needed to take care of you first. After all, you had waited for hours to see him. He swiped at the sweat that was slowly tracing down his cheek and nudged your hand. You stirred slightly, eyes opening wide at the sight of him.

“Jimin!” You exclaimed cheerily, despite it being 1 A.M.

“Y/N.” He responded in kind, moving to pick you up. You quickly stood.

“No, no, you’re already tired and I’m sure you’re sore.”

“But jagi, you didn’t need to wait up for me. I need to pay you back somehow.”

You scoffed, crossing your arms. “That’s not how this relationship works. You don’t need to pay me back for anything, I love you. Besides, haven’t I made it clear that this is what I want?”

“I guess...” He still felt guilty. He carefully took your hands in his. “I need to shower, but how about we cuddle after that, okay?”

You smiled gently, “I’d love that.” You brush your hand on his cheek and he closed his eyes at your touch. “Jiminie, you need to take a break. You’re always going 24/7. I don’t want you to endanger yourself.” Your voice came out laced with more concern than you expected. Yes, you had been worried about him, but you didn’t want him worrying about worrying you. So you had stayed mostly silent on the issue.

His shoulders were tense, but he opened his eyes and looked intently at you. “Y/N, I can’t take a break. We have a show coming up and various press interviews I need to be ready for. Shouldn’t you know this by now?” His gaze was soft, but his words held a certain condescending tone. It said you don’t understand, you’re not like me.

You took a step back, pride wounded far more than you wanted to admit. You should know that, shouldn’t you? After all this time, why couldn’t you just understand he was busy. His words screamed why are you so selfish to ask for more? Don’t you know I have places to be that aren’t with you? Before you knew it, words were tumbling out of your mouth.

“Jimin, I’ve stayed awake for hours on end just waiting for you. I’ve lost so much sleep that it could add up to a month. I’ve tried to be there for you,” Your voice broke. “I’ve tried so hard, but you make it so difficult.” When his eyes widened, you backtracked slightly, trying to keep tears from slipping through. “It’s not difficult to love you, Jimin,” You amended, “It’s almost too easy. I just wish I could help you more.” You wrung your hands nervously, not wanting to meet his eyes. Because you knew if you met his eyes, you’d start sobbing. You squeezed his hands tightly, finally daring to look him in the eye.

“I...” Jimin felt nauseous with guilt. He hadn’t meant it harshly, but he knew how it came across. It had been careless. But when you looked him in the eye, oh how he wanted the earth to swallow him whole. His sweet, loving, and perfect girlfriend was crying...because of him. Your voice was full of cracks and held back sobs as you spoke.

“I just want you to take a break. Is that too much to ask?” Your voice was small.

“Oh...Y/N.” He murmured, wrapping you in a tight hug. You didn’t mind the sweat, you just wanted to be near him. “It’s not too much to ask. I promise you, I’ll take a break after all our promotions are over.”

You looked up at him, a smile breaking upon your lips despite your teary eyes.

“Really?” You whispered.

“Yes, I’d do anything for you, jagi.” He pressed his lips to yours passionately. You ran your hands through his wet hair and pulled him closer. When you broke away, you almost gasped for air.

“I love you.” You said, your voice like honey.

“I love you too.” He responded, holding onto your shoulders and peering into your eyes.

“Now go take a shower.” You laughed, shoving him toward the bedroom. “Be back for cuddles in 10 minutes or else I’m cuddling with Chimmy.” You called as he entered the bathroom with a chuckle.

“Anything for you, Y/N!”

A small smile graced your lips. Anything for you too.

#bts #bts x reader #park jimin #jimin #jimin x reader #drabble #tatafics #fluff #angst #take a break

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Ghosts | KSJ Drabble

Angsty angsty angsty!

Other: Masterlist

It was a terrible fight. Words flying across the room, sharper than the plates shattered on the ground. The waterfall of tears flowing down your face matched vibrant red painting Jin’s cheeks.

The tension rose like a swelling tide, soon to overflow. Wood slammed against wood as you ran from the house, the place you called home. The world moved in slow motion. Your vision was hazy, as if this was no longer your body, no longer your eyes. A figure watched you from a distance, cloaked in black and carefully studying your actions.

You spat his name out one more time just as he cried out for you. The yellow hues of light, like the sun at night, approached you. You turned to watch those round bulbs of electricity racing towards you. When had you stepped into the road?

You awoke, jolting to an upright position in bed. Your forehead beaded with sweat.

“Jin.” You shook him frantically. “Jin, wake up, I’m scared.” You whispered.

He woke up, looking around with a dazed expression. His eyes were red.

“Y/N?”

“I’m so sorry, Jin.”

He rubbed his eyes and just stared off into space.

“Jin? Jinnie?” You followed him as he moved to the kitchen. The handsome man didn’t spare you a glance. You frowned and continued to pester him. He barely registered your presence.

Over the next few days you watched him drown himself in alcohol, go out late, come stumbling home well after midnight, and collapse onto the couch. Rinse and repeat.

“Jin, stop this!” You cried, trying to wake him up from his slumber, but he was out cold.

The next night, he made his way home, legs wobbling as he walked to the couch. You turned to watch his back. You took a deep breath, tears streaming down your face as you watched his back shake. Then he let out a sob, one after another. You cried along with him, launching yourself towards him. You wrapped your arms around his middle, pressing your face into his back.

“I forgive you, Jin.” You sobbed. He seemed to relax, even though you knew he couldn’t see you or feel you. “I forgive you.” You repeated as he pulled away from your embrace and walked all the way back to his bedroom for once.

The crease in his brow was gone, his mind finally turning off. You stood over him and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead.

“You can rest now, love.” You whispered. Then the wind blew through the ajar window, the night air sweeping you in its arms once more.

#bts #bts x reader #kim seokjin #seokjin #jin x reader #jin #angst #ghosts #drabble #tatafics

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Visions of Gideon | PJM Oneshot

Inspired by: Sufjan Stevens’ “Visions of Gideon”

Pairing: Park Jimin x Reader (sorta soulmate au)

Summary: Life moved so fast, but he could always slow it down for you.

Warnings: Fluff, angst (like a lot??? I just seem naturally inclined for angst...)

Word Count: 1.6K Words (a shorty but a goody)

A/N: I heard the song and immediately just yeeted myself here to write. Seriously, it’s a beautiful song, please listen if you get the chance.

Other: Masterlist

For the love, for laughter, I flew up to your arms Is it a video? Is it a video? For the love, for laughter, I flew up to your arms Is it a video? Is it a video? Is it a video?

It’s weird how your entire life can flash before your eyes before you can even live it. It feels like yesterday you were born, you waved goodbye to your parent as you went to class, you were graduating middle school, then high school. Time moved so fast, it felt like the wind was taking your breath right out of you. Every moment blending together in a hurricane only to dissipate when you were laying in the ground. Then you met him.

And time slowed. Your heart stood still as your eyes met while crossing the busy street. Just like that, your life froze. Rewind.

Work was busy, boring, tireless. You didn’t have a moment to rest until the clock hit 6:00 P.M. Meetings in, meetings out, old desks and glass doors. College went by in a flash, the kind smiles of your classmates washing over you like the rhythmic beating of the waves.

And every night you escaped to your apartment, letting the junk food flow and the tears stream down your face. Life was getting away from you. How many hours had you spent wasting away behind a desk? First elementary school, then the straight rows of middle school, the large classes of high school, and the curved desks of college. How many hours had you wasted staring at ink words on a white page?

Defeated, tired, done. You were losing motivation. Then he began to appear in your dreams, like an angel sent from above. He held you in your dreams, whispered kind things in your ears.

“Love, just one more day. Just one more day closer to when we will meet. I promise you.”

“But I don’t want to go back to that stuffy office.”

“You won’t have to ever again, not when I’m with you.” He murmured, lips pressing into your skin.

“Why are you here? What’s your name?”

“You will know my name soon and I’m here to slow down your time, would you like that?”

Heart beating, eyes opening softly. Your fingers traced your arms to where his phantom touches lingered. You could convince yourself that if you turned over, you would see him next to you. He never showed his face, but he had a kind voice, a soft touch. He never said his name, but you knew in your gut that he was real.

Time marched on endlessly. A year went by, then another. Hours wasted behind a desk, eyes blinded by a screen.

“I wish you would stop teasing me.” You whispered.

“What do you mean?”

“It’s been a year since I’ve...met you. When will I meet you in person? When can I see you, hold you in my arms?”

He pressed a soft kiss to your neck, trying to calm your tensed body. He ran his fingers up and down your waistline, soft breaths in your ear. It’s not real. The world began breaking apart, falling into darkness.

“Love, what are you doing?”

“You’re not real, none of this is real. God,” You sat up, still unable to see him, his face obscured. “I’m just making shit up now to make up for my sad love life. Maybe I should start going out to see people.”

“Wait.” His arms wrapped around your waist, face pressing into your back. Your thin shirt easily warmed under his touch. “Your time has always moved so fast, but, haven’t you heard?”

“Heard what?” You mumbled, giving in and placing your hands over his.

“That time always slows down when you meet your soulmate.” You could imagine his eyes twinkling as he chuckled softly to his words.

“Impossible.”

“You’ll see, I swear.” His slender fingers reached up and brushed a stray hair out of your eyes. The world slowly mended back together as you let yourself relax into his touch.

“Promise me.”

“I promise.”

The days dragged on. There was no purpose in your life, if there ever was any. The seconds seemed to tick slower and you willed it to pass by, just like how it was previously. Alas, no such thing occurred. The papers before you made no sense to you anymore, though your instincts followed its commands.

Your conversations were meaningless unless they were with him. A secret paradise to escape to. At least in your dreams, you’d never be alone.

It was reassuring and also slightly...depressing. Who knows if this man existed? You’d given up searching for a long time. You decided to leave work early, in a rush to get home. You weren’t quite sure if he showed up when you napped, but it was a real possibility and you only live once, right? So why not experiment?

You waited at the busy street, tapping your foot impatiently among the crowd waiting for the light. You were engrossed in your phone, typing away at a report. With an annoyed sigh, you rubbed your temples, moving along with the crowd and trusting they wouldn’t let you get run over. You hastily looked up, weaving through the crowd coming the other way.

A woman hissed at you as you accidentally bumped into her.

“Sorry!” you quickly said, only to be pushed into another person.

“Oomph-” The person said, caught off guard. You knew that voice. Did you dare turn around? But you did. You turned around and were met with...the most beautiful man on the face of the Earth. Your eyes met and he froze, time froze. The sounds faded away, traffic stalled, people stuck in mid step.

“Do I know you?” He asked, voice soft.

“I’m not sure, but I’m sure I know you.” You managed, breath taken away. Even your heart had seemed to still. “And time froze still.” Your voice was hushed.

“I told you that it would happen.” He smiled gently. “I’m Jimin.”

“Jimin.” You tried out his name. It felt nice, rolling off your tongue. “I’m Y/N.”

His hands held a cellphone. Those hands, they had explored your body, ran over your curves, felt your blemishes and all your insecurities. And yet it didn’t disturb you.

“Where are you off to?” You asked, hoping to take him to dinner or maybe just for a drink.

His phone rang, breaking the trance. “I’m actually...on my way to see...my girlfriend.”

Time resumed. Your heart fell to your gut and broke, falling into an empty void. Numbness overtook your body.

“Oh.” You said dumbly. He bit his lip.

“Listen, I don’t, I don’t know why I say the things I do to you in my dreams. It’s like my body doesn’t even process it through my mind before I speak.”

“Me too.” You whispered, voice barely audible over the roar of traffic. The crowd starting pushing you your separate ways. “I guess I’ll see you in my dreams?”

“I hope so.”

He doesn’t appear that night. Or the next. Or the night after that. Jimin left no trace.

You wanted to cry, rip your heart out, dig a grave for it. You wished time would swallow you up and drag you along like had for the past 20 years of your life. It didn’t. If anything, time moved slower than ever before.

You quit your job, unable to even leave your bed, a heavy feeling in your chest. Nothing in your life had been fulfilling so far. Every time a knock sounded at the door, you jumped up, praying it would be him. Maybe he would show up at your door, sweep you up and hold you in his arms. And every time you were disappointed.

Then he appeared again. One last time.

“Is that you?” A soft caress. The washed out lighting of a dream, a fantasy, of the room you spent your nights in.

“Is that finally you?” You asked again. His fingers lingered and when you turned over, you could see his face in perfect detail. “Where did you go?” Your voice sounded more distraught than you intended.

“It’s me.” He breathed. “I’m afraid this may be...our last meeting for a very very long time.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m getting married.”

The world cracked.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay.”

You didn’t know you could cry in such a pretty world, such a pretty fantasy, like this one. But you were full of surprises. Tears were shed, a lot. The sobbing sound making your throat hurt. His hands reached up, holding your tear stained cheeks. Tears dripped over his fingers.

“I’m sorry.” He murmured, his own eyes welling up at the sight of your tears.

“I thought we were meant to be, Jimin, you told me, You promised me.” You intertwined your fingers. “When can I see you again?”

“You can’t.” He pulled you lower. “But please don’t let this be the last memory I have of you.”

You could only nod, agreeing with the statement, no matter how fast the world was crumbling around you. The world was being cracked open by a blinding light, the sunlight beginning to stream in. You bent over him, hair in a waterfall on either side of your neck as you leaned in. His lips were the only place you hadn’t touched.

He looked up at you, tears finally wetting his own cheeks. Jimin took in a shaky breath and pulled you down farther. Your lips met, salt water mixing as your tongues collided.

The world flashed a brilliant white light, breaking for the last time.

I have loved you for the last time Visions of Gideon, visions of Gideon And I have kissed you for the last time Visions of Gideon, visions of Gideon

#bts #bts x reader #Park Jimin #Jimin #Jimin x reader #soulmate au #Visions of Gideon #tatafics #angst #fluff #Oneshot

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