#yoonji and the six wonders

[yoonji-6-wonders]

Kim Namjoon: A Nice, But Slow-Witted Student

From the comic I’m working on, “Yoonji and the Six Wonders”— a BTS fan comic based off of RUN! BTS Episode 11 😊

[worldwidebt7]

Part 2: “Black or White” 05

》Pairing: Yoongi x Original Character

》Genre(s): [Fluff] [Angst] [Hybrid!AU] [Webtoon]

》Rating: T

》 Warnings: Insane Cuteness, Mentions of Violence

》A/N: Well... we can all agree that I suck at updating... The weird thing is, the longer I go without updating, the more guilty I feel, and the more afraid I am to post because I feel like you guys will be mad? Plus I have a thousand other things I’m working on... the other BTS themed project I’m currently working on is called “Yoonji and the Six Wonders.” It’s based off of RUN BTS episode 11 where Yoongi transforms into Yoonji and the six other member try to woo him~ The whole thing is a comedy/crack with slight romance buuuut I think you guys will like it when it comes out! I know I’m always gone, but please remember that I love you guys! Social media just stresses me out like crazy~

[SUMMARY]  Learning the reality of life as a hybrid brutally has left a certain Tiger Hybrid beaten and bitter. However, as full of cruelty the world can be, it is also full of love, and it is impossible for this broken hybrid to avoid the unique kindness of a bold woman…

[chimchimsauce]

XS (VII - Brick)

“Give me just a little bit MORE”

Being the son of the largest gang in the country, Kim Taehyung might as well be a prince. He is more powerful than any one man should be and is not afraid to get rid of anything - or anyone that gets in his way.

So when a man is unable to pay back the gigantic loan he owes Taehyung, the heir is all too happy to take his life. Moments away from pulling the trigger, a girl more beautiful than he’s ever seen bursts in and offers her life for her father’s. Taehyung knows right away that he wants her.

And Taehyung gets everything he wants.

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven 

Taehyung rides with YN to the reception hall, Jungkook now sitting up front next to the driver. YN stares out of the window, pretending that she cannot see Taehyung's gaze in the glass's reflection.

She wishes the weather would reflect her mood. The day is bright and sunny, not a storm cloud in sight. The people they drive past look are smiling, laughing without a care as they go about their everyday lives, smiling and being happy. What YN wouldn't do for the chance at that simple life again.

Of course, the drive to the reception is not long at all. Taehyung slides out of the vehicle, taking quick strides to go around the back of the car and open YN's door for her. He offers her his hand and she takes it, uttering a small "Thank you." He does not let her go as they waltz into the reception hall, a beautiful old building with exposed brick and lots of pretty greenery. It's someplace YN would have dreamed about visiting, a venue she would have picked herself.

Her new husband releases her once they're safely inside in one of the small back rooms the venue has.

"You've been doing so well," Taehyung says, his hand heavy on her bare shoulder, "I am so proud of you, darling."

"Thank you," YN says again robotically.

Taehyung hums contentedly, his long fingers tapping down her sides before landing on the zipper that closes her dress. YN freezes.

Is he going to make a move now? With people on their way here as they speak?

"Taehyung," YN breathes out.

He mobster quite likes the sound of his name coming from her throat. He'll be sure to wrangle it out of her a thousand times before the night is over.

"Yes, darling," Taehyung answers, pulling the zipper down.

"Are you . . . we're not . . ." YN can't form full sentences, petrified.

Taehyung places a kiss on his wife's neck, loving the way she trembles.

"So eager," he whispers, lips brushing against her skin, "Later, darling. We go have guests to entertain."

A knock on the door shatters the intensity in the room. The relief YN feels is immense.

"Yes?" Taehyung asks, his annoyance obvious.

He hadn't been planning on taking YN here, but she placed the thought in his head and now his head is filled with ideas of pinning her against the wall, the brick digging into her back and leaving bloody scrapes. It sounds like such a wonderful experience, but now someone has shattered it.

The door swings open and in waltzes Yoonji, still dressed in her usual uniform. Her face is blank, taking in the scene with no interest.

"You wanted me to prepare YN for the reception," she says breezily, addressing Taehyung only and pretending that YN isn't even there.

"Right," Taehyung says, running his hands through his hair.

YN can't help but look at his golden wedding ring.

"Make sure Miss Kim looks beautiful," Taehyung says, moving to leave, "Even though it's impossible for her not to."

YN has never wished to be unattractive until this moment. If she was ugly, this wouldn't be happening. But then again, if Taehyung hadn't been interested in her, he would have killed her and her parents on the spot.

When the door shuts, YN is alone with Yoonji. She smiles at the other women but Yoonji doesn't return it, silently moving about the room. In the corner, there is a clothing rack with a garment bag hanging on it. Yoonji unzips it and pulls out a floofy white dress, one that should stop around YN's knees. She finishes unzipping YN's wedding dress, ridding her of it. YN is glad; That thing weighs like forty pounds.

YN stands there in her lingerie, Yoonji's eyes raking up and down her figure before she turns away, muttering something under her breath. YN peeks down at herself. Is something wrong with her body?

"Is everything alright?" YN asks Yoonji, wrapping her arms around herself.

"Just fine," Yoonji says curtly, bending down to allow YN to step into the new dress.

Yoonji jerks the fabric up too quickly and YN trips, almost falling to the ground.

"Hey!" she shouts.

Yoonji ignores her, pulling the princess sleeves over YN's shoulders and zipping her up. Se guides the bride over to the small vanity, unboxing the awaiting makeup kit. Yoonji quickly touches up YN's makeup, ridding YN of the evidence of her first kiss with Taehyung. YN is happy to have her smudged lipstick wiped away and replaced. If only she could do it with the skin that monster touched.

Yoonji rids YN of her veil and weaves flowers and gold into her hair, finishing her work. It took her just over twenty minutes to complete before another knock sounds on the door. It's Taehyung. He barges in without waiting for an answer.

"Is she ready yet?"

"Yes, sir," Yoonji says, stepping out of the way and disappearing down the hallway.

Taehyung extends his hands to hers, raising her hand to his mouth and pressing a kiss to the back of it. Disgust washes over YN but she ignores it, knowing better than to pull away from him.

"I have some very important people I want you to meet, darling," he says to her as they walk into the main room.

People mingle amongst themselves, looking up when the new Mr. and Mrs. Kim enter the room. They're swarmed almost immediately, random people coming up to them to wish them well and get Taehyung's attention. YN is reminded of just how powerful the man she was forced to marry is by the way people are eager to get into his good graces.

YN's face hurts from all the smiling she has to do, greeting people she knows could kill her in a matter of seconds. It pains her that she sticks so close to Taehyung. Better the monster you know that the one you don't.

Every so often, YN will allow her gaze to wander, looking over those people who have yet to congratulate them. In the very corner, YN spots her own parents, locking eyes with her mother. Her mom is doing her best to not look terrified, but fear rolls off of her in waves. YN wants nothing more than to run over there and feel her loving embrace, pulling her close and breathing in the scent that has comforted her ever since she was small.

Her parents may not have had much, but they were abundant in love, making sure YN always felt safe and happy in her home. The memories of her childhood suddenly feel eons away, almost as if she had never lived them at all. Was it even her who was comforted after a hard day at school? Was it even her who crawled into her parents' bed when thunder struck? YN's mother sends her a shaky smile. YN has never seen her mother look so weak.

"Why don't we go say 'Hi', darling?" Taehyung asks her suddenly, whisking her away from the crowd of gangsters before she can even protest.

YN doesn't trust Taehyung as far as she can throw him. The less often he's around her parents, the better.

"Hello, Mother," Taehyung says brightly to YN's mom, much too happy for their circumstances, "Doesn't YN look beautiful?"

"She does," her mother says, voice barely above a whisper.

She reaches for YN but Taehyung pulls her away, his grasp too tight on her waist.

"Excuse me for being a little . . . possessive . . ." Taehyung says, "I don't want anyone to accidentally ruin my beautiful bride's dress. Well, except for me."

He laughs wholeheartedly and YN and her mother are forced to join in, both of them hiding their disgust.

YN's father appears by his wife's side, a flute of champagne in his hands. He's squeezing the glass so tightly YN is worried that it'll shatter.

"You -" YN's father begins, only to be cut off by YN in a panic.

"Daddy -" she says, aware of Taehyung's heated stare, "Why don't you take Mama and go dancing? I know you love to dance."

YN chuckles awkwardly at her lie, relieved when her father nods wordlessly and sweeps his wife away to the dance floor.

"It's about time to have our first dance," Taehyung remarks, whirling YN into the center of the room.

As if someone had been waiting for this moment, a spotlight beams down on them and music begins to play. All eyes are on them. YN has never even attempted to learn ballroom dancing but she's too afraid to say something now.

She follows Taehyung's footsteps as best she can, studying his feet and careful to not step on him.

"Look at me," he commands and she does, gasping a bit when she sees how intensely he's staring her down, "You are so beautiful . . . so sweet. And you're all mine."

Taehyung spins YN and she falls into him, her hands splayed out on his chest.

"Say it," Taehyung demands, wrapping his arms around her waist and turning around himself.

YN is sure this isn't the proper form but all she can focus on is the feel of him under his thin shirt, lean and strong. In some ways, Taehyung being a handsome man feels like a punishment within itself. But she supposes she shouldn't be surprised. The Devil was the most handsome angel of all.

"Say what?" YN asks as he dips her low to the ground, his large hand on her thigh.

Her cheeks flush red when he toys with the little lace garter she was forced to wear.

"Say that you're mine."

"I'm yours," YN says.

She has never hated herself so much.

"Good girl," he whispers in her ear, biting her once more.

Something tells her that he gets his kicks from causing pain.

The music ends with a flourish, Taehyung bowing to YN and kissing her on her cut up palms.

For the rest of the evening, Taehyung allows YN to roam about while he speaks business with whoever he needs to speak business with. Her parents have disappeared and YN prays it's because they were asked to leave since Taaehyung had gotten his fill of rubbing it into their faces.

Every entry is guarded by big men with even bigger guns, so any chance of escape (or even a moment alone) is thwarted. With nothing other to do and a growing fear of what will come after, YN turns to the seemingly endless supply of alcohol. She has never been a big drinker but right now she's chasing a blackout, wanting to remember as little of this day as possible.

"Maybe you should slow down," a voice says.

YN turns and sees a vaguely familiar man.

"Who are you?" she asks him.

So far, no one has been brave enough to approach her, no doubt afraid of gaining Taehyung's wrath. This man, however, seems relaxed, completely at ease.

"I'm Jimin," he says, "We've met a few times before, but haven't been formally introduced. I'm Taehyung's - and now yours - driver."

"Ooooh," YN says, her words slurring just a touch.

"I knew I knew you from . . . somewhere," she says, placing a hand on her hip.

"You should probably stop drinking," he says, moving to take the flute away from her.

YN steps back, jerking her glass and spilling a bit. It burns in her cuts and she whimpers, still refusing to let go of it.

"I can still remember. I don't want to remember today."

"Well we can't be having that," a new voice - Taehyung - calls out.

YN's blood runs cold as he yanks the glass away from her and shoves it into Jimin's awaiting hands. She can tell that he's angry and it's paralyzing.

"The Mrs. and I will be heading out now," Taehyung announces to the crowd, "It was a pleasure having you all here. Thanks so much for coming."

He guides the stumbling YN out of the venue, Jimin hot on their heels. In the back of the car, Taehyung hands YN a water bottle, forcing her to drink all of it.

"You shouldn't have done that," he says, glaring at her, "I'll make sure you remember every second of this day."

Chapter Eight

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[jungshookz]

plz jealous yoonji drabble for pride month

➺ pairing; min yoonji x reader

➺ genre; *clown nose honk*, roommate!taehyung pre-y/n so get ready to have all of your buttons pushed 

➺ wordcount: 2k

➺ what to expect; “you owe me seven more kisses when you get back.” 

➺ note; this was supposed to be a fun little drabble for pride month but miss yoonji is fashionably late as per usual!!! i’m so sorry for the delay!!!! yoonji follows her own schedule and never picks up any of my calls!!!! also this isn’t really a jealous drabble?? it’s kind of just a yoonji drabble?? but i hope u enjoy it nonetheless

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“vueff how many vrapefs are in my mouf.”

yoonji looks up from her phone when she feels you tap her forearm gently and almost immediately her shoulders droop when she sees your mouth stuffed to the briM with grapes

unfortunately this isn’t anything out of the ordinary

this is just another day of dating a complete idiot of a girlfriend

“someday, you’re going to choke when you do that.” she shakes her head, “and i might not be there to help you fish the grapes out of your throat.”

you roll your eyes before pointing to your mouth, “vueff!”

“what do i get out of this?” yoonji sighs as she props her cheek up against her fist, “besides the pure disappointment of knowing that i’m dating an absolute lunatic?”

“vou vet nuffing. now vueff!” you point to your overstuffed mouth enthusiastically

(there are eight grapes in your mouth)

alright

fine

she’ll play along

only because she knows you’ll keep insisting if she chooses to ignore you

yoonji leans forward to peek into your mouth and scowls when one of them plops out and bounces on the table

you grab it quickly and yoonji doesn’t get the chance to stop you before you shoVe it back into your mouth

“wh- that’s unhygienic, y/n! you don’t know what’s been on this table!” yoonji scolds and grabs her empty water cup before holding it under your mouth, “spit all of them out now before you choke.”

you shake your head stubbornly and yoonji’s right eye twitches

“y/n. now.” she shakes the cup and reaches over to grab your face but you quickly swat her hand away and yoonji resists the urge to stranGLE the crap out of you

“you in’t vueff yet.”

“god, fine- um, i don’t know, seven??”

the grapes plop out of your mouth and into the cup one by one but you keep one in your mouth on purpose before chewing quickly and swallowing (u didn’t think yoonji would notice but she definitely did)

“seven! you were right!” you grin and clap your hands together before wiping your mouth with the back of your hand

yoonji would find that endearing if she wasn’t holding a cup full of your drooly mouth grapes

“so do i get a prize?” she asks sarcastically as she sets the cup down and pushes it off to the side

“i can give you seven kisses for seven grapes.” you suggest as you lean on the table a little more

yoonji smiles slyly and begins to lean in as well, “you and i both know very well there were eight grapes in your mouth. don’t rip me off like that, woman.” she reaches over to take one of your hands in hers and-

“good afternoon, ladies.” the two of you turn to look up at whoever it is that decided noW would be a good time to interrupt and you force a friendly smile on your face when you see who it is

“taehyung! hi. can i help you with something?” you pull away from yoonji so that you can turn to look up at him and she lets out a little huff

she was about to get a boost of serotonin and it was just riPPED away from her because of whoever this guy is

“nah, nah. i just wanted to come over here and like, thank you for lending me a pencil in class the other day.” taehyung lets out a sigh before crossing his arms, “it was really cool of you to do that.” 

you raise a brow when you notice him flexing a little bit

he’s really trying

you can see the effort being exuded through his face

…he actually looks like he’s slightly constipated 

“oh! well… no problem! i’m always here to lend a hand.” you chirp before pressing your lips together

a moment of silence ticks by and you glance over at yoonji to see her glaring up at taehyung

“so did you need anything else?” you clear your throat before reaching up to scratch behind your ear

this is getting a little awkward and you’d just like to give your girlfriend the eight kisses she deserves without an audience

“well, yeah.” taehyung pokes his tongue against the inside of his cheek, “actually, this is probably going to sound so crazy, but... i was wondering if maybe you wanted to, like… come over to my place sometime.”

…?

what?

what is happening right now?

“to… to do wha- why would i want to go over to your place?” you narrow your eyes suspiciously and tilt your head

“well… you know.”

you know?

you do?

…

OH

ohhhhhhh

oh.

well, this is going to be awkward.

“what on god’s good green earth is happening?” yoonji asks under her breath and you resist to urge to laugh at the look of complete bewilderment on her face, “am i- does he see me? am i here right now?” she reaches down to pinch her own arm

“yeah. you know.” taehyung’s right eye drops in a sleazy wink and you feel your stomach turn, “i’m a good samaritan, you know? always happy to return favours.”

is this guy for real????

you lend him a pencil ONE time and suddenly he thinks that means you’re willing to sleep with him????

“well, uh, you know- you don’t have to return any favours. i mean, it was just a pencil!” you clear your throat, “really. it’s fine. next time, you can just lend me a pencil and we can call it even that way!”

“but, like-“ taehyung leans forward to rest both his palms on the surface of the table, “i’m really hot. and you’re pretty hot. so… think of this as us doing god a favour.”

“i actually spoke to god this morning and i can confirm that he does not see this as a favour whatsoever.” yoonji mutters, “in fact, i’m pretty sure it’s one of the seven sins-“

“miss, please,” taehyung interrupts yoonji by holding a finger out at her, “i’m sure you’re very nice and all but you’re not really my type. thank you, though.”

what the-

your eyes widen a little when he flicks his wrist at her before turning back to look at you

first of all he’s crazy because yoonji is literally everyone’s type

and second of all oOp-

“oh my goodness, i’m not?” yoonji gasps as she holds her hand over her mouth, “well, thank frickin’ god i’m not-“

“anyways, i’m… well, for lack of a better term, i guess i’m flattered by your offer…? but i’m actually in a relationship, so… no, i will not be going over to your place.” you shrug, “but i’m happy to continue to lend you pencils if you ever forget to bring one to class again.”

“…wait, who are you dating?” taehyung frowns, “is he, like, would he be down to let you off the hook this one time?”

you open your mouth to speak but yoonji holds a hand out before whiPPing her head around to finally look at taehyung for the first time, “what sewer did your slimy ass crawl out o-“

“the person i’m dating is literally right here.” you cross your arms before leaning back against your chair, “like, right here.”

taehyung pauses and you can practically hear the gears in his head working overtime in an effort to help him understand what you’re saying

and then his eyes soften as he reaches up to place a hand over his chest, “aw, baby… i’m flattered, but i’m really not a relationship kind of guy-“

oh my god

how THICK is his skull?!??

“no, no i- i don’t mean you, taehyung. that wasn’t me asking you to go steady-“ you point to yoonji who looks like she’s having the time of her life listening to all the idiotic things coming out of taehyung’s mouth, “i’m dating her. her name is yoonji. she is my girlfriend. i am dating yoonji. yoonji is my girlfriend.”

taehyung turns to look over at yoonji and she gives him a little wave

what?

you’re dating her?

but…

what????

“…but you dated jungkook last year?” taehyung reaches up to scratch the back of his neck, “so how… is this possible…?”

yoonji resists the urge to let out a screech of delight because this is just PURE entertainment

reality tv could never!!!!!

“i mean, this is fantastic!” yoonji snorts, “on this day, society has somehow progressed backwards-“

“that- yes, that’s true!” you chuckle awkwardly, “i… unfortunately, i was dating jungkook for a short period of time. but… i’m not dating him anymore! again, i’m dating-“

“me! she’s dating me.” yoonji chimes in and smiles sweetly when taehyung looks over at her like she’s a three-headed turtle

“but if you dated jungkook, who’s a guy… and now you’re dating yoongi-“

“-yoonji-“

“-who’s a girl… then… like… so you’re… gay? jungkook turned you gay??”

okay

well

you can confirm that there are actually no gears in taehyung’s noggin

it’s just… it’s all dust and cobwebs up there, you think.

“jungkook didn’t turn me g-“ you pause, “well, maybe a little- look, uh, the point is, i’m saying no to you because i have a girlfriend.”

“wait, so like-“ taehyung looks around quickly before leaning in again, “is this you guys lowkey inviting me for a threesome? because i’d be down even though your friend’s kind of scary-“

“you know what, i’m going to go and get a snack from the vending machine!” your chair screeches against the floor as you stand up quickly, “on behalf of you, i’m terminating this conversation. yoonji, you want anything?” you look over at her as you rummage through your pockets for some loose change

“all good, baby.” yoongi shakes her head as she continues to stare up at taehyung

it’s just so… fascinating…

the complete lack of common sense and basic awareness is truly mind-boggling!

she’d love to conduct some experiments on this doofus just to see what’s going on up there

“alright, well-“ you lean over the table and purse your lips

yoonji perks up before leaning in to give you a sweet little kiss, “you owe me seven more kisses when you get back.”

“nuh-uh, it’s six-!” you tease as you walk away from the table, “six!!!”

“seven!!!!”

the fond smile drops from yoonji’s face when she turns back to see taehyung still standing there looking like he’s trying to figure out the quadratic formula in his head

yoonji stares up at taehyung smugly when he looks down at her with a sad little frown, “that’s right. i’m the one who’s taking her home tonight. just let that settle in, little buddy.”  

“i just… don’t… she said no because…”

yoonji reaches over to grab your cup of drooly mouth grapes before raising it up for taehyung, “…grape? might make you feel better.”

an evil smile twitches at the corner of her mouth when taehyung pops one into his mouth

“yeah. eat the drooly grapes, pencil boy.”

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[your-daily-biaswrecking]

Serva me, Servabo te

save me and I will save you

pairing: photographer!Taehyung x (named) f.reader 

genre: angst, slight enemies to lovers, slow burn, lil spooky

word count: 5.2k  |  reading time: 30 min

chapter summary: you explore the woods next to the manor and still can’t avoid Taehyung completely

warnings: a lil spooky woods, small talk about fairies and ghosts

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Chapter 2: Staying on your toes

The formidable Victorian Manor kept engorging you and you had the need to do something, particularly to leave, given that Kim Taehyung's presence in the building was only adding to the feeling of commitment. Perhaps you should do what you had just told Yoonji and go on a hike, get out of there and get your mind off things. Enjoy the perks of the vacation for a while.

So you decided to do just that and picked out your favorite dress that you had brought along. It had an ivory color, puffy sleeves, and reached your ankles. Paired with a thick, brown belt that looked like a corset, you didn't wear it very often. You definitely wanted to but didn't feel bold enough to wear something so vintage-looking. However, now that you were staying in a mansion, you couldn't help yourself. In fact, your entire suitcase was filled with those outfits you always wore to look at yourself in the mirror and then hesitantly take off again. That poet shirt and black, leather pants that made you look like a pirate, the forest green coat slash cape that your grandma had knitted for you, the little floral dress, the plaid skirt that belonged to your mum when she was a high school student. You had the chance to wear it all, now that there weren't any judging eyes on the horizon. Well, there was a pair of dark brown ones, but they didn't count if you didn't care.

The library was right next to the sitting room you were in earlier. It was a smaller room than the rest in the building, yet still so big for it to be filled with just books. You found the hiking guide on a little, round table by an armchair. Inside, there was a map highlighting six different paths, some long and some short, some going up the mountain and some diving through the forest to reach a stream of fresh water. The guide provided information about the place, as well as photographs to identify the flowers, mountain tea, herbs, and mushrooms found in the trails. You noted it was the time of the year that the mushrooms bloomed (in contrast to the tea that apparently grows in June) and excitedly grabbed the guide to take it with you.

In the kitchen, you found the most adorable basket that you were sure had been hand-made. As you bent down to grab it, you could have sworn you saw something pass behind you. Quickly, you turned around, expecting to find your vacation buddy. But there was no one. You shrugged, assuming he must have seen you and fleeted, as he should. But when you pulled the heavy front door closed with difficulty, you noticed Taehyung had been out on his own excursion. He was deep in the garden, snapping pictures of the scenery. He had his back to you and his face buried in his camera, so you managed to slip by unnoticed.

The forest began right next to the estate and got so dense, so quickly, you couldn't even see the house after having walked for about five minutes. The trees were taller than they looked from your bedroom window, engulfing you whole and hiding the sky and sunlight from your eyes. The temperature fell dangerously in the woods. It all made you feel relieved as if you knew Taehyung couldn't bother you here; you were alone and safe to be yourself.

"I wonder if there're any animals around," you mumbled at some distant sounds. It couldn't be anything dangerous, like wolves or wild boars, right? No way, they wouldn't encourage people to go hiking in the forest if there were.

Is what you told yourself.

"Oh, mushrooms!" you squealed and ran to the side of the trail, where two mushrooms, a smaller and a bigger one stood close together. They were a light beige color, with a thin stem and a big, flat cap. On top of them, they had some brown spots. You took the guide out of the basket and flipped through the pages to identify the fungus. The second one on the list seemed very similar. "Macrolepiota procera, commonly known as the parasol mushroom, has gained its name from its shape: a large, prominent fruiting body that looks like an umbrella. It is a fairly common species on well-drained soils and very sought-after and popular in Europe, due in part to its large size, seasonal frequency, and versatility in the kitchen."

You got a big smile. You had never picked mushrooms before, and you hadn't even known how much you wanted to until now. This was so much more fun than it sounded. You bent down and cut both of the mushrooms from the root, feeling the velvety roof of their cap and causing some of the brown spots to rub away. A couple of steps later, you found more. You picked the big ones, leaving the smaller ones that still had a round head to grow further. But there were more. Higher on the ground and farther away from the trail, you had to climb the rocks to reach them, careful not to get your dress dirty. You had by then filled about a third of the basket. Should you pick more? You didn't want to get too many in case Taehyung wanted to try some. Oh, sorry, I barely have enough for me was the way you wanted to go about it. You climbed a little higher, using your hands for leverage. A couple more couldn't hurt, right?

Just as you straightened your back again, you managed to see behind a rock. More mushrooms! You turned around the rock to get better access and were met with a sight you didn't expect to see. The mushrooms had grown in a circle. A big, thick, perfect circle.

"What's this?" you chuckled in disbelief. You squatted down next to the circle to inspect it better. "Wow, that looks almost like someone planted these with a compass. Truly, how can nature make something like that?" It looked so beautiful, you almost didn't want to ruin it.

You reached out a hand to touch a big mushroom right in front of you when a strong wind suddenly blew and made you lose your balance slightly. You held yourself up with both of your palms on the soil. The wind blew again, making you shudder from the cold. "Oh, I should head back soon. Just a few more mushrooms and-"

A loud, thumping sound coming from your left made you turn your head fast, your hands finding blindly your basket. You didn't see anything, but more noise was produced, and by the level of it, whatever it was causing it was getting closer. You jumped back down the way you had come before you even realized it. Struggling to get to the trail with the basket in one hand and the other guiding your way, the wind kept picking up and blowing your hair all over your face. You were just a step away from the path again when your foot got intertwined with your dress and you landed on your knees and elbows in the dirt. But the noises and the wind still weren't backing up. You cried out in sheer panic as you grabbed the basket that had landed on its side and spilled half of the mushrooms, and started running down the trail. Not looking back, not slowing down.

You were running for long enough to lose your breath, yet were still nowhere near the beginning of the forest. Had the trail always been so long? Had you been walking so far without even realizing, distracted by the beauty of the place? Or had you gotten completely lost? You stopped for a minute, bending over with your hands on your knees, to refill your lungs, before you started jogging again. There weren't any more noises other than the chirping of the birds, so you deemed yourself safe, but kept up the fast pace. The sooner you got out of these woods, the better.

Finally, the trail got wide and met up with the rest of the paths at the beginning of the forest and you cried out again in relief. The house appeared behind the trees, too. You stopped again to catch your breath, looking back and forth between the neatly groomed gardens and the crowded, dark woods. You were strangely so happy to be out of there, you didn't even care if that meant you had to see Taehyung again. You dusted your dress as much as you could to make yourself presentable, although it was stained with dirt that wouldn't come off. You sighed but still, that was a small price to pay. You got out of there without a scratch!

The wind was even stronger out in the open, almost physically pushing you back inside the house. And you let it. You let the door smack back closed and make a loud sound that echoed up the stairs, announcing your arrival. You peaked through the hallways trying to see if you'd catch a glance of the photographer since he was no longer out in the garden, but everything was still and silent. Dusting off your palms and dress once more, you headed to the kitchen to leave the basket with the few mushrooms that were left inside before going to change. You opened the door and were met with exactly who you were searching for, but were hoping not to find.

Taehyung was standing in front of the stove and turned his head at the sound of someone entering, looking at you surprised, almost like he had forgotten somebody else stayed there as well. His wide eyes raked down your form before you had a chance to hide from his gaze. "What happened?" he barked with eyebrows furrowed.

You acted casual. "I went on a hike in the woods."

Taehyung turned all the way around and pointed at you with a knife he had in his hands. "I was actually referring to the state of your dress."

"Oh," you said, looking down as if you had no idea what he was talking about. "There was some mud in the path."

"Was the mud knee-deep?"

You clicked your tongued. "I fell, okay?" you admitted, raising your arms. "I tripped and fell, not a big deal."

But he looked at you with eyes that could be mistaken as concerned. "Oh no, are you okay? Are you hurt?"

You were quick to dismiss him with a wave of your hand, finally moving closer to the counter to hoist your basket up. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. I said I just tripped. It happens all the time." You grabbed the fabric in between your fingers, swerving the dress around to look at it better. "My dress got ruined though," you mumbled more to yourself. "I don't know if it'll come off."

"Oh.." you heard the boy express his disappointment. "That's too bad. It's a very pretty dress."

You shot your head up again to glare at him. "Yeah, ha ha," you mocked, immediately thinking he was being sarcastic.

But his eyebrows raised high in defense. "I mean it! It's cute and looks good on you."

You turned back to your mushrooms to avoid his eyes. "Yeah, whatever. What are you..." You cut yourself off before finishing that sentence. You didn't need to know what he was doing. Yet he let you know anyway.

"I'm making some ramen for lunch."

That got your attention. You leaned closer to him and saw the pot of simmering water he had on the stove, as well as the cut-up vegetables on the counter in front of him. "Ramen? They have ramen here?"

Taehyung started putting the ingredients in the water once it started boiling, along with the flavor packages. "They don't, I brought some with me from home."

You laughed for a millisecond before your hand flew to cover your mouth with a slap. Then you looked at him, waiting for the "just joking" or something similar, but when Taehyung continued occupying himself with his lunch, you realized he was being serious. "You brought ramen to a Victorian Manor to eat? Instant ramen, like the one dollar kind?"

The boy dropped his jaw in offense. "I didn't know what kind of food they'd have here, what was I supposed to do? Starve?"

You almost agreed. "Even so, not what I would've gone for. Plus, you're here now and you're still choosing that over real food."

Your words seemed to be affecting him enough to make him provoked and defensive, yet not enough to stop him from throwing those flavor packages in the water. "Oh, yeah? And what real food do you plan on eating, princess?"

You scoffed at the nickname for a heartbeat, then quickly raised your nose high and looked away to present your hard-earned basket. "I'll have you know, I am having fresh, wild mushrooms that I handpicked myself in the forest," you said while emphasizing every single word in your sentence. "Can't get more real than that."

Taehyung abandoned his food in favor of getting close to you, intrigued. "You picked mushrooms?" You nodded. He glanced at the basket you were presenting as your dear prize. "How do you know those are good to eat?"

"They had a guide."

"What? Let me see that." He grabbed the brochure from your hands. He looked back and forth between your mushrooms and the ones pictured there for a good minute before he shook his head. "Those don't look the same to me."

You snorted. "What are you talking about? It's clearly the same kind. They have the same color and spots and-"

"Yeah, but these look tall and skinny, whereas the ones you got look shorter and wider."

"I mean, they can't all be exactly the same! Some are big and some are small," you insisted, rolling your eyes. "The point is they have the same, basic characteristics."

The boy looked into your eyes for a moment and then shrugged. "Alright. If you're sure about that."

You grabbed the guide back from his stolen grip, laying it on the counter. "I am!"

Taehyung raised a challenging eyebrow. "So sure you are willing to bet your life on it?"

"What?" you chocked out, suddenly unable to take your wide eyes off his.

But he just shrugged again, acting nonchalant. "I mean, a lot of fungi are poisonous, and a lot of them look very similar. If you are so certain that this is an edible species and not something that looks like one, then by all means; eat them." You opened your mouth to reply but only stuttered. "Have you ever picked mushrooms before?" he asked you with confidence.

"No..." you admitted in a whisper.

Taehyung sucked in a breath through his teeth, clicking his tongue in disapproval. "So you have zero experience. Oof... I don't know, man, if I were you I wouldn't risk it. Wild mushrooms are a dangerous game to play." And with that, he turned back to his pot.

You stared at his back, biting your bottom lip as you contemplated your next move. If you hated one thing, it was the idea of giving someone like Taehyung the satisfaction of being right. Then again, that would be a small wound to your ego compared to, say, maybe dying. You opened the garbage can and emptied all the mushrooms inside without another word.

"Wash your hands, too," he called, proving he didn't have to be looking at you to know what you were doing.

You washed your hands. You could just feel the stupid smirk he had on his face, which made you jerk your arms in the air to rid them of the water quickly, before attempting to escape what felt like a very confined space all of a sudden. But right as you were at the exit, he called for you once more.

"Would you like some ramen?"

You froze in your step. "No," you called out, a statement that was instantly contradicted but your stomach growling. You cursed under your breath. Of all the times, this had to be it! Hiking and, let's be honest, getting a good scare, had deemed your energy completely off and your need for food reaching dangerous highs.

"Uh-huh," Taehyung said amusingly. "Nevertheless, I'm going to put in enough noodles for the two of us. In case you change your mind."

The statement sounded surprisingly sweet and candid, making you lower your icy guard for just a second. Enough to look over your shoulder. Taehyung was giving you a big, boxy smile, showing off his teeth and hiding his eyes away. You didn't think you had ever seen him smile like that. No, wait. That first time you had met- that day he was all smiles like that. Just one day, three years ago. After that, it was all poker faces and judgment. Or so you thought.

"Thank you," you mouthed, unable to do otherwise. You dragged your feet to the island and took a seat, watching as the young man finished making a meal for you both. You couldn't help but wonder why. Perhaps he didn't dislike you the way you did him, the way you thought he did as well. Perhaps it had something to do with not even remembering knowing you; in his eyes, you might be a new person he has to be nice to. Or, perhaps, god forbid, Yoonji was right and he wasn't that bad after all. The truth was that, aside from the occasional snarky remark or lack of basic courtesy, he had been acting... fine. Not how you would expect or how you remembered. Almost made you feel like the asshole here.

See? You felt uncomfortable around him again. No matter what it was, you couldn't seem to catch a break, always on your toes for him.

Taehyung set two bowls on the table filled to the brim with a smile, which you reciprocated in short. You thanked him and after that made sure to keep your eyes solely on the food as if it was a task that demanded your undivided attention. In the awkward silence, your chewing sounds were amplified like they were trying to mock you. On the one hand, you wanted to say something, anything to kill this atmosphere, yet on the other hand, you had nothing to share with him. With the quickest glanced you could muster, you dared to steal a look at him, see if he seemed just as uncomfortable. To your bad luck, he was already watching you.

"Is it good?" he decided to ask when you lowered your eyes in panic and gulped down a huge bite to force the moment to pass.

You tried to reply but you had already stuffed your mouth full. It's okay, however, because Taehyung seemed to understand your muffling perfectly. "It's perfect..." you mumbled after swallowing.

He nodded and played with his food for a while, looking deep in thought. "So, um..." he spoke up again. "I know you don't wanna spend your vacation with me here but, do you want to eat together at least?" You'll be honest, you never could have expected this coming. You looked at him silently, not knowing what to say. "I mean-" he continued, "-that way we can split the task of cooking: one day I'll cook and the other day you. It'll save us time and resources, don't you think?"

You chuckled and took another bite. "Right, like you cooked today instant ramen?"

He rolled his eyes at you. You'd never seen him do that before, it stood out a lot. "Today doesn't count, okay? This one's on me."

"Sure..." you mocked him.

"I'll have you know I'm a great cook. You'd be surprised at the number of girls that have fallen for me because I made them breakfast the morning after," he boasted.

That sentence made your toes curl. And no, not in a good way. Your body was physically trying to get away from the situation. But you stayed put. "And you'd be surprised at how low some girls' standards are."

Taehyung stared at you with narrowed eyes as you continued eating with no problem. You had to, if you wanted to support your statement. "Mushrooms," he suddenly changed the subject. "Where did you find them?"

You wanted to indulge in a sarcastic answer, since the real one was so obvious, but held yourself back. The man was obviously trying to make conversation and you understood it in part, considering how terrible silence around him felt. So you took a moment to think about it, and found something worth sharing. "Actually, that was crazy, I found some mushrooms that were in a circle!"

He frowned. "Circle?"

"Yeah. It was a circle about the size of the center of this island. Like, perfect circle like a person had made it."

Taehyung's hand dropped on the surface next to his bowl, making a loud slapping sound, as he looked at you with wide eyes and an open mouth. "Wha- a fairy ring? You found a fairy ring?"

It was your turn to frown. You titled your head to the side. "A what? What's a fairy ring."

He shook his head. "Uh, nothing just... Folk tales." Then he looked at you seriously. "But please tell me you didn't mess with it. Those mushrooms weren't from that ring, were they?"

The conversation just kept getting more confusing. "Uh- no. No, I didn't touch it."

"Oh, good," he exhaled.

"But why? You're scaring me, what's with that fairy ring?"

But he just smiled at you, closing his eyes. "Nothing, nothing. It's just myths, you know? It's not true." He seemed to think about that answer for a moment before adding: "But just in case, never mess with one, and especially never go in one."

"I'm confused. Aren't fairies supposed to be a good thing?"

Taehyung chuckled. "Not at all. Fairy rings are not supposed to be good. I wouldn't mind photographing one though."

You noticed he was drawing small circles with his fingers on his bowl while looking at you for a response. Right. That's how conversations go; he says something and you respond. And in this case, since he had expressed an interest in the mushroom circle that only you knew where was located, the right way to respond would be to offer to take him there. But no way. You would never go back there, especially not with him.

"I'm finished," you said then, pretending that along with the food the conversation was over as well.

Taehyung picked that up immediately. "Oh. Yeah, me too," he said and pushed his bowl away.

You got up and tried to take the two bowls away. "I'll do the dishes," you declared.

But Taehyung jumped up and stopped you with both hands wrapped around your wrists. It burned. The skin contact burned. What the fuck, you hadn't touched one bit up until then and he had just ruined it but placing those hot handcuffs on you. "No, I'll do them," he said with a very certain voice that made it hard to go against.

You still tried to, though, pulling weakly your wrists away. "No, no, let me. I mean, you made these-"

"No, Amy."

Oh, no. Not the name, too.

Taehyung finally released his grip on you and smiled. "I said this one's on me. You should go change, try and save that pretty dress before it's too late."

You nodded. It felt like there was no more room for protests, not even words. You just basked in the weird grin he gave you as you walked backward until he turned to the sink and you were free to run to your room.

And run you did. You hid in your room, where you knew you wouldn't be bothered until you heard Taehyung walk up the stairs and go into his. The dress was dropped at the side of the bathtub of the bathroom of the west wing after a few attempts to get it clean, which had proved to be pretty good but not quite enough. You had your books all out and open in front of you as you lay on the floor yet occupied yourself with your phone, trying to get enough signal to search what exactly was so sketchy about those so-called fairy rings. Because you were almost certain the photographer was just playing a trick on you. Then again, you couldn't stop thinking about what had happened when you had tried to pick those mushrooms.

What if... there were fairies? What if you had angered them?

After some hours of researching and reading, your books and you had moved on the bed. You had lit up some candles around the room, mostly for the atmosphere, since they were standing there almost begging you to light them. A couple of logs in the fireplace proved you had given lighting that a go as well, but it was soon revealed as futile; you had no experience in those things. And you certainly didn't want to ask for help. So you settled for the heavy blankets of the bed, curling around your books, your eyelids putting up a struggle with every blink, as you stared at the window that had gotten blurry from the humidity, refusing to fall asleep.

You simply had too much on your mind to sleep. Even though there was someone else in the house, you felt alone. And feeling alone made you a little edgy, after everything that had happened that day, and all that you had read about faes and witches, ghosts and ghouls in that afternoon. You hated being alone. But what you hated, even more, was knowing someone was only a few rooms away and you couldn't even talk to him.

The moment you closed your eyes for a second too long, a loud bang made you scream. A strong wind had blown the window right open, making the casements hit the wall with an intensity that threatened to break them, as well as throwing on the ground the candle that was sitting on the sill. You jumped quickly off the bed to run to the disaster. The fire of the candle had thankfully been gone by the time it hit the floor, still, liquid wax was spilled all over the place. The wind was cold and slapping your face aggressively as you tried to close the window again.

"What happened? Everything okay?"

Of course, Taehyung had arrived. Before you even had the chance to turn to him, you felt his arms move around your body, his chest pressing to your back, as he grabbed the window and helped you close it. He secured it immediately.

"Thanks, but I had it..." you murmured as you pulled away. You probably didn't, but anyhow. Taehyung had a much softer expression than what you had expected. As if nothing had just happened.

"Did the window open suddenly?" he concluded from the circumstances.

You nodded. "I don't know how it happened, I thought it was stuck," you offered a weak explanation. Taehyung acknowledged your words with his eyebrows and then looked around the room like he was trying to check for any more damage. His eyes fell on the candle on the floor and he bent down to pick it up. "How did you come here so quickly?" you asked.

Putting away the candle, he dipped his hands in his pockets and raised his shoulders. "I was just coming up the stairs when I heard you scream. I thought something had happened to you and came to save you."

You grimaced at his way too chivalrous words. "What could happen to me...? You keep acting like I'm too clumsy for my own safety."

"I mean, if you keep screaming like you're being murdered, what do you want me to do?"

You scoffed. Without waiting for him to properly leave, you walked back to your bed, getting rid of your books so that you could lie down. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Taehyung going around the room and blowing out the candles that had remained lit, so casual about it as if it was the most normal thing to get you ready for bed. You didn't complain.

"Didn't you eat dinner?" he asked you when he got to the door. "I didn't see you in the kitchen at all."

You got under your covers and looked at him. He just looked like a dark silhouette due to the contrast of your dark room and the bright hallway. "I wasn't hungry," you lied. The truth was you had snacked on some cookies you had in your purse because you didn't want to get out of the room and risk seeing him. Still processing your interaction from lunchtime, you couldn't overwork yourself with more to worry about. Yet he still came into your room to change that.

You thought your conversation was over, but Taehyung was still standing at your entrance, staring at you. You raised an eyebrow at him, but he was silent, sighing a couple of times. When you opened your mouth to tell him to leave, he spoke.

"I have a confession to make."

Oh. "What confession?" You took deep breaths as you waited for him to keep going. It didn't help that his face was too dark for you to see because he was keeping silent and you were growing impatient. What could he possibly have to confess to you? It can't be anything good. Did he do something? He raised a hand to scratch the back of his head, clearly uncomfortable with what he was about to say. Was this perhaps about the first time you had met? Had he remembered you?

"Those mushrooms you picked actually looked fine," he exhaled. "I just got jealous and made you throw them away."

A gasped. "You asshole! I can't believe you!" You sat up to glare at him more passionately, his confession having triggered you more than you thought it would.

But Taehyung just laughed. "I'm sorry..."

"You have no idea what I went through to get those!"

The man extended a hand towards you. "I mean, the point still stands: mushrooms can be dangerous and you shouldn't risk it if you don't know what you're doing."

"No, I don't care!"

"Which–" he kept talking over you, "–you clearly don't."

"I don't wanna hear it," you whined. "All you do is terrorize me!"

Taehyung laughed again. He probably didn't think you'd get that upset, but those mushrooms had been hard to get and very rewarding as a great achievement for your brain. Now it all had been for nothing. Even if, still, Taehyung was kind of in the right.

"I'm sorry..." he whispered again, a smile obvious on his lips.

You crossed your arms over your chest. "Just go! I don't want to see you anymore!"

He immediately nodded. "Alright."

"So don't come back here again." You're not sure why you added that. Why the possibility of this man sneaking in your room in the middle of the night had even crossed your mind since there didn't seem to be any reason for that.

"Goodnight," he simply said while closing your door, peeking at your upset form one last time, as you scoffed at him for the millionth time.

"It better be!"

Next chapter

[honeymoonjin]

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These fics are the b-side, my older works which I’m not as happy with as my newer stuff. I don’t want to delete them since some may still enjoy them, but I wanna start fresh with works I’m personally proud of on my main masterlist from now on, so these are the ones that didn’t make the cut.

♔ smut || ➴ angst || ✭ crack || ☯ fluff

〚 darlin’ 〛✭

❝ you’re an actress that needs to learn to ride a horse for your next role. jin’s the cowboy tasked with teaching you. ❞

〚 pine 〛☯

❝ you’ve been hiding your crush on your best friend jin for far too long now, but it turns out he feels the same. ❞

〚 transition 〛✭

❝ seokjin’s job as a grim reaper is to guide souls after they die, but you’re not interested in moving on just yet. ❞

〚 pasta la vista 〛✭

❝ in which you, a food critic, wonders how kim seokjin manages to stay in business, considering how terrible his food seems to be. alternatively, kim seokjin does not know how to flirt. ❞

〚 come dine with me 〛♔

❝ yoonji eating you out in the kitchen that is literally it. ❞

〚 daegu hold ‘em 〛☯

❝ yoongi loves spoiling his girl. you love having a sugar daddy. that’s called synergy. ❞

〚 baby fever 〛♔

❝ doctor min yoongi is your fertility specialist, but during the artificial insemination procedure he has some…unorthodox methods. ❞

〚 mi casa 〛☯

❝ when yoongi brings you home to spend the holiday season with his family, he finally realizes he’s in love with you. ❞

〚 curious ft kth 〛♔

❝ taehyung is unsure of his sexuality, and you and your boyfriend yoongi are only too happy to let him experiment with you. ❞

〚 땡 / ddaeng 〛✭

❝ when blackmailed by a sasaeng, you and yoongi decide to instead release a diss-track featuring audio from an illegally obtained video of the two of you having sex. ❞

〚 unravel 〛➴ ∙ ☯

❝ you just want yoongi to see himself the way you see him. ❞

〚 heavy 〛♔

❝ mafia leader hoseok is having problems with loyalty in his ranks. luckily, you’ll always be there for him to relieve a little stress when he needs it. ❞

〚 close enough 〛➴

❝ hoseok thinks you’re getting a little too close to the other members, and he’s sick of it. part two now available here! ❞

〚 us 〛☯

❝ amongst the publicity of being an idol, hoseok wants his proposal to be a private affair. ❞

〚 unwind 〛♔

❝ your boyfriend is about to give an important speech at the United Nations but isn’t handling pre-speech nerves too well. luckily, you know some ways to help him relax. ❞

〚 keyed up ft kth〛♔

❝ when your mutual roommate namjoon gets a little too strung out, you and taehyung offer to help relieve some tension. ❞

〚 hey mama 〛☯

❝ one-shot for mother’s day. you spend an evening in with namjoon and your two boys. ❞

〚 going up? 〛✭ ∙ ☯

❝ you didn’t expect to be trapped in a faulty elevator with the president of south korea, but it’s still preferable to having to take the stairs. ❞

〚 sick day 〛♔

❝ namjoon gets a week off work, but you don’t, and he’s starting to get a little frustrated. ❞

〚 tumble dry 〛♔

❝ when jimin overhears you confessing to jungkook that you want to ride his thighs, jimin allows you…on one condition. ❞

〚 radio silence 〛♔

❝ jimin wants to indulge in his exhibitionism kink on the grandest scale: while at the grammys. ❞

〚 appa 〛☯

❝ jimin comes home from tour to visit his newborn son for the first time. ❞

〚 breaking point 〛➴

❝ you don’t think you can continue being in a relationship with jimin anymore. ❞

〚 arrivals 〛➴

❝ things go wrong at the airport when jimin’s wife and daughter accompany bts on a flight. ❞

〚 keyed up ft knj〛♔

❝ when your mutual roommate namjoon gets a little too strung out, you and taehyung offer to help relieve some tension. ❞

〚 roomie 〛✭

❝ falling in love with your cell mate isn’t generally advisable. ❞

〚 confessions of love are best done sober 〛➴ ∙ ☯

❝ kim taehyung used to be your best friend in primary school, but he’s changed into a completely different person. while you drink yourself into oblivion at a party, he has something to tell you. ❞

〚 itty-bitty 〛☯

❝ after finally moving in with your just-married husband, you have some more exciting news to tell him. ❞

〚 curious ft myg 〛♔

❝ taehyung is unsure of his sexuality, and you and your boyfriend yoongi are only too happy to let him experiment with you. ❞

〚 green room 〛♔

❝ jungkook isn’t happy with how you acted while he was on stage. ❞

〚 high-rise 〛☯

❝ getting locked out on a rooftop when you’re meant to be going on stage in five minutes is less than ideal, but luckily Jungkook has his girlfriend to keep him company. ❞

〚 shark week 〛✭ ∙ ☯

❝ when you get your period while at a restaurant with your boyfriend and the rest of bts, you just want to grin and bear it, but jungkook seems determined to show off to his hyungs how supportive he is. ❞

〚 the name game 〛✭ ∙ ☯

❝ jungkook likes to think he’s a genius at coming up with baby names. you, his heavily pregnant girlfriend, would have to disagree. ❞

〚 roll credits 〛☯

❝ after a string of misfortunes and troubles, you find yourself crying your eyes out in a movie theater. luckily, the cute usher wants to make sure you didn’t miss the film. ❞

〚 the daily grind 〛☯

❝ jeon jungkook has a crush on the girl that comes to the coffee shop he works at, but she’s too invested in her studying to even give him a second glance. ❞

〚 makin’ monet 〛✭

❝ jungkook’s attention is caught by his roommate taehyung’s odd collection of fake paintings, and he’s determined to find the painter. part two available here. ❞

〚 love yourself: the collab 〛✐ ∙ ♔ ∙ ➴ ∙ ☯

❝ twenty-six authors, twenty-six songs. a collab me and @/jeonau created to celebrate the one year anniversary of lya. each song (plus four bonus tracks) has its own fic. ❞

⇥ masterlist here

⇥ pairings: several, at least one of every member x reader

〚 roll deep 〛✐ ∙ ♔

❝ six one-shots, pornstar au. ❞

⇥ masterlist here

⇥ pairings: one of each member x reader, yoonji x reader

〚 wouldst thou like to live deliciously? 〛✐ ∙ ♔ ∙ ➴

❝ jimin is sick of being a virgin, and the pressure of the first time with a girl, so he decides to summon a sex demon to get it over with. ❞

⇥ masterlist here

⇥ pairings: jimin x reader, namjoon x reader, yoongi x reader

〚 cum!bts 〛♔ ∙ ✭

❝ in the newest run! episode, the members compete to see which of them can make you orgasm the fastest. ❞

⇥ masterlist here

⇥ pairings: one of each member x reader

〚 sovereign 〛✐ ∙ ♔ ∙ ➴

❝ when you hear that your recently deceased grandmother left you her property in her will, at first you think that a dinky old cottage in the middle of nowhere isn’t going to mean much for you. but after spending a night there, you discover something far more valuable than the house itself: a hidden door that leads to another time, the same place but over 200 years in the past. in the late 18th century, there is a king who will die before his 21st birthday unless you can save him. will you help him, even if it means leaving your own life behind? ❞

⇥ masterlist here

⇥ pairings: jimin x reader, jungkook x reader

〚 lost in translation 〛✐ ∙ ➴ ∙ ☯

❝ you decide to uproot your life completely and move to korea to help teach english at a primary school. ❞

⇥ season one masterlist here

⇥ pairings: none so far

〚 seven 〛➴ ∙ ☯

❝ life with seven boyfriends isn’t always a walk in the park, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. ❞

⇥ part one || part two || part three

⇥ pairings: ot7 x reader

〚 dul, set 〛☯

❝ work can be tough. at least you have two boyfriends to come home to. ❞

⇥ part one || part two

⇥ pairings: hoseok x reader x yoongi

〚 spotlights 〛✭ ∙ ☯

❝ a fully interactive (~50 parts, 21 different endings) bts fic. you’ve been seated next to bts at a televised award show. will you end the night with a boyfriend or with a disaster? each member has 1 positive ending and 2 negative ones. ❞

⇥ entry post here

⇥ pairings: one of each member x reader

〚 enjoy your stay 〛 ♔ ∙ ➴

❝ working the graveyard shift at a hotel isn’t the most exciting job in the world, but your coworkers are certainly happy to have you here. ❞

⇥ masterlist here

⇥ pairings: jin x reader, jungkook x reader

〚 런닝맨 방탄 - running man bangtan 〛 ♔

❝ you and the other seven members of the popular variety show running man celebrate your 100th episode by completing various missions. ❞

⇥ part one || part two || part three

⇥ pairings: taehyung x reader, hoseok x reader x yoongi

[jimlingss]

The Colour of Our Voices [9]

Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10

➜ Words: 3.3k

➜ Genres: 98% Fluff, 2% Angst, Slice of Life, Broadway!AU

➜ Summary: He wasn’t supposed to hear. He wasn't supposed to know. But the instant Jimin came into your life and pulled the curtains back, you couldn't hide backstage anymore. You were no longer merely a phantom of the opera.

➜ Warning: Intoxication. 

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The phone rings.   It wakes you, deafeningly loud. It shakes you in the middle of your slumber. Usually, you’re the one dialing, but you don’t dwell. With one eye open, you grab your phone off the nightstand.   “Hello?”   “Hello?”    The voice on the other line is unmistakable. “Hi, is this Ms. Y/N?”   “Yes, it is.” You clear your throat, trying to rid of the grogginess. “How may I help you?”   “I’m the casting director for the original production of When Summer Meets Winter here in New York. We were wondering if you were still interested and willing to set up a convenient date to meet and audition for a main role.”   “W-what?” You sit up, hauling the rest of your limbs that are still asleep. Your mouth opens and closes, brows furrowing, wondering if this is a dream. “I mean….I would love to!”   “Great, I look forward to meeting you soon.”   “I just—” You rub your swollen eyes, utterly confused. The opportunity fell straight into your lap out of nowhere. “I didn’t even put in an application. I didn’t sign up, so I’m just wondering how you got in touch with me….”   It’s not possible that the director would actually give you a referral. But why would someone reach out to you like this? It’s never happened before. It’s never happened to anyone before. No one like you without any fame or recognition.   “Well, aren’t you the voice of Erik, the Phantom in Phantom of the Opera?”   The line goes silent. Your mind is reeling.   “Pardon?”   //   “The Phantom of the Opera production proved to be a lackluster performance and has an even more uninspired director—” Seokjin looks away from his phone, jaw dropped to the ground. He’s offended to no end. “Lackluster?! Lackluster?! She complimented me! What the hell is this?!”   Taeyeon takes away the phone from his hand and continues to read for herself.   Her eyes skim along the blog post to pick up where he stopped. “The casting was severely shortsighted and purely on appearance alone without consideration for talent. They were unable to cast a sufficient troupe and failed to see that it is talent that makes audiences stay.”   “Oh my god. This is ridiculous!” Seokjin slaps his palm against his forehead, turning around in complete disbelief. He is stunned to silence.   “Now I am able to understand how one of the most popular musicals known to the mainstream could do so poorly in Broadway theater here in New York. But the production...doesn’t go without surprises.” Taeyeon pauses and everyone around is on the edge of their seats, breaths held in their throat. She inhales and continues to read, articulating carefully. “The only redeeming quality of the production was the wonderful and rather charming singing. But all the credit is not due to the dull actors or stale taste of the director. It is credited to the ghost singer, Y/N…”   Heads turn. Eyes pinpoint to you.   You hold the spotlight that’s coloured red — painting you into a demon that’s crawled from out of hell, someone worthy of their hatred and disgust. This is the attention you never desired.   They regard you with spite, animosity, malice.   Director Kang swipes the phone out of Taeyeon’s grasp. He looks at it and continues reading silently. A muscle in his cheek twitches. There’s murmuring amongst the crowd. He swallows hard and decides to repeat it out loud, as if to let the simmering anger purposely over-boil.   “The real singer of Phantom is disguised as an innocent intern who sweeps the floor and does coffee runs. It was revealed to me after the show while I was still recovering from the physical torture of being seated in such a corny performance. Y/N approached me out on the street when I was caught unaware. While I was unable to make further contact with the ghost singer afterwards, the claim was indeed confirmed by inside sources I was able to obtain.”   All of it is exposed — how Seokjin has a speaker within his clothes, how the pitch is turned down, how you’re the one behind the curtain.   The secret is out. It’s been revealed to the world.   The curtain’s been pulled while you’re in the middle of a lyric, and now you’re suddenly center stage with the red spotlight and the faceless audience watching.   Director Kang scrolls to the end of the critic’s article. His voice is quiet, a murmur, slow to read like he wants everyone to hear. He wants you to hear.   “I found myself constantly wondering when it would be over. Ultimately, even the tender singing of the ghost singer could not make up for the empty performance. However, it is spectacular how they could turn such a beloved, well known musical into a boring travesty. I would recommend it to anyone who would like an inauthentic experience and who suffers from insomnia as it would certainly put them to sleep…”   The director suddenly slaps the phone to Seokjin’s chest.   The actor winces and takes it back. You flinch as well.   The pointed glare is narrowed in on you. His jaw is clenched, teeth gritted.   It’s a mistake — you can fix this. You didn’t mean what you said. It came out when you were furious and not thinking. Maybe you can go see Min Yoonji, tell her it was all a misunderstanding and she’ll take down the blog post!   Yet, you can’t utter these things. You can’t beg your way out of it.   It was chaos when you came, people staring, murmuring. It’s been spread everywhere already, not just contained within this production. Everyone knows now — the entire community of Broadway.   You’ve single-handedly ruined this production with your recklessness. You’ve illegitimized their production, and with the anger in their stares, you know you’ve destroyed their livelihood.   You’ve wrecked it all.   But there’s no noise of the destruction. There is deafening silence in the studio.   “Clean out your stuff.”   “Director—”   “Enough. Get out.” He points to the door. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”   It’s the worst. There’s no yelling, screaming. He doesn’t even throw a chair like he once did to an actor with a supporting role who failed to show up during dress rehearsal. There’s nothing.   You’ve always envisioned yourself leaving this job with a role in hand, having a secure future, knowing you’d make it on Broadway like they did. You’d be able to walk with your head held up high. You’d hear people’s reluctant praises, grumbling about how you actually did it. The director would nod his head in approval. Seokjin and Taeyeon would offer a small smile.   It was your dream — what you imagined on hard days. It’s what Jimin had accomplished.   But the reality is that you’re cleaning out your belongings while crying. You empty the locker you were once so excited to have. There’s no acknowledgment, no pitiful stares or goodbyes of the people you’ve worked with for the past year.   Twelve months. Three hundred sixty five days. Eight thousand sixty hours. Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes. Thirty-one million five hundred forty thousand seconds.   It was the job that you hated. The one that you loved. The one you were so happy to get.   You’re fired just like that, gripping your cardboard box, absolutely humiliated.   Even as you leave the studio, up the stairs and into the lobby, you can hear the whispers. You can feel people’s eyes following your backside.    In the snap of a finger, the span of one morning, you are fired.   //   The rosette wine tastes disgusting.   It sits heavy on your tongue, bitter on your lips and dries out your mouth to the back of your throat. It’s a taste you have yet to acquire, but maybe you’ll find at the bottom of the bottle.    You grip the neck, taking another swig. It’s a disgusting mouthful as if you’re downing mouthwash after making out with a stranger at a club and you’re still able to feel their bad breath on your own. But instead of making those reckless decisions in an attempt to find instant gratification, you’re sitting on the floor of your bathroom in the dark.   It’s comforting. You can’t see anything. Hopefully, if you drink enough, you won’t feel anything either.   “Bitch, who do you think you are?” you ask yourself, and respond to yourself. It’s a one woman show. A one way conversation. “You’re talentless, poor, and now jobless. Congratulations to a new low.”   You toast yourself with another swig.   This wine is probably the last thing you’ll buy in a while. It’s your final purchase, one you shouldn’t have gotten, but that you desperately needed. What you have saved isn’t even enough to pay the rent at the end of this month.   You should go home.    “Home? Fuck.” The back of your head hits against the wall and you sigh. “They don’t want me there.”   But if you don’t go home, what are you supposed to do here?   Oh yeah...you have that one audition. They called you this morning.   But they don’t want you for you. You didn’t earn it through merit. It’s because you’re popular news, a scandal they can capitalize on and use as a method of publicity. You didn’t get it because of your own talent or skill.    You start sniffling. “Oh shit…”   Quickly, you take another drink before you can burst into tears. You swallow past the thick lump forming in your throat, letting your eyes sting. You won’t cry — you already did enough of that earlier.   You don’t want something like that. To go to an audition where they won’t take you seriously, where their sole purpose is to satisfy their own curiosity. Where you’re Y/N, the ghost singer. Not Y/N, the aspiring actress.   Fuck — you take another sip — you have no job, no real auditions, no work. If you stay, you’ll have to give up on Broadway. Maybe you’d find work elsewhere, at some company, an office job at a cubicle. It doesn’t sound so bad halfway through the rosette.   A nine to five job would be stable. You’d hate it. But at least you’d have some income.   You take another drink with a sigh, and another, and another. Until you come up empty. Until the bitter liquid doesn’t meet your lips anymore. You tip the bottle over your lap with a giggle, and when nothing is spilled, you realize that it’s all finished. Perhaps you could go to the convenience store and find something else to drink…..   But your train of thought is suddenly interrupted.   It’s perfect timing.   You can hear the sound of water running between the walls of your apartment, trickling down the pipes in steady streams. But the noise is joined with someone’s muffled voice. It’s faint, but audible, a sweet tone leaking past the walls.   Jimin’s singing in the shower.   His bathroom is placed right next to yours, both a coincidence and a rather big invasion of privacy. The wall between your apartment seems to be especially thin here too despite it being a place where pipes should run. But it’s echoing, his singing melody quiet, though still discernible.   “In my life, she has burst like the music of angels, the light of the sun. And my life seems to stop as if something is over and something has scarcely begun.”   You gather your knees together, listening carefully. It’s nice. But Jimin’s voice has always been pleasant to the ears.   “In my life. There is someone who touches my life. Waiting near.”   “Waiting here…” you finish singing the phrase, closing your eyes to savour the melody.   “A heart full of love. A heart full of song.” You murmur after him, a duet that he’s unaware of. “I'm doing everything all wrong…”   You hate that you hate him. You hate that it turned out this way. You hate yourself for hating Jimin.   And with that hatred, you find the strength to get on your feet again, stumbling upwards.   He once came pounding at your door when he heard your voice. Now it’s you who’s coming after hearing his voice. It’s close to midnight, but you knock on Jimin’s door like a crazed man.   “Jimin! Jimin, come out!” You drum against the surface of his door with your closed fist. You miss him. You miss him so much that it hurts. “Right now!”   Jimin opens the door and finds you staring at him.   “Y/N?”   You reach over to hug him, wasting no time to envelop his torso in a tight embrace. Your arms wrap around his body, uncaring that the dark strands of his hair continues to drip — he’s always toweled off his head haphazardly; you often worried he’d get sick from it.   He’s shirtless, just in his pajama pants, but you don’t care about that either. It’s actually kind of nice to see him without his shirt, but you don’t want to admit that out loud. Instead, your cheek unabashedly squishes against the skin of his chest. He smells of shampoo and orange soap. And he’s as warm as you remember. Toasty like a sizzled out campfire that just had a roaring flame.    You’ve been wanting to hold him again ever since he held you in the backseat of that taxi.   He’s caught off guard, stiffening automatically. But his senses pick up the scent of something familiar radiating off of you. Alcohol. “Are you drunk?”   Oh yeah. You’re supposed to be pissed at him.    “What’s the matter with you, huh?”   “What?”   You let go, stepping back and pointing your finger right at his face. It’s hard to point when he keeps swaying back and forth, or rather it’s you who’s swaying, balance completely off. But you manage to bring your index finger right between his eyebrows where that knot usually forms when he frowns. You hate that knot. “The hell’s wrong with you, Park?”   Your voice is slurring. You’re tipping from side to side. Jimin is utterly confused.   You lower your arm with an exasperated sigh. You wish he just got it — that he could read your mind. You hate having to explain. “Why’d you stay with me when I got this removed, huh?”   You point to your stomach, finger circling the general area of where your stupid appendix used to be.    “You’re not making any sense.” Jimin cringes at how loud you’re being and looks down the hall to see if there’s anyone there. He takes a sigh of relief when there’s no one angry enough to make a noise complaint and his hand reaches out to take you inside his apartment. “Y/N—”   But you flinch back and wag your finger at him. “Nuh-uh. Don’t touch!”   “Okay, okay, I’m sorry.”   “Don’t wanna get confused,” you scold him. He was such a sly dog. “Naught, naught, Minnie. Wanna make my head more of a mess than it already is...”   “Can you at least come inside?” he coaxes gently after realizing you’re completely barefoot in your pajamas, your toes sticking out from the end of your pants. It looks cold, and he quickly steps back to give you space.   You oblige, but enter only enough to shut the door. You wanna be able to escape if you need to….though you’re not sure where the door knob is. He could probably stop you if he wanted to.   “Were you drinking by yourself?” he asks, searching your expression.   “Why?” Your head quirks and your lips pout. “Why’d you care about me?”   He swallows hard and scratches the back of his neck. “I’ll always care about you, Y/N.”   “You oughta hate me.”   Jimin holds your stare, completely calm. His brown eyes are gorgeous. They remind you of a puppy’s. And you kind of want to ruffle his damp hair with your fingers. “I don’t hate you.”   “But, but,” you blubber. He still doesn’t get it. “You’re supposed to! It’s only natural.”   He smiles softly, eyes lit with mirth and amusement. “Why is it natural?”   “Cause I’m so mean!” you cry out. It’s official. Park Jimin is dumb and needs you to spell everything out for him. “Told you I hate you. That you were annoying and bothersome and, and irritating, and that I regret teaching you, and how we’re not even friends, and we’re strangers, and that you’re annoying, and bothersome, and irritating—”   “Okay, okay. I get it.” He laughs tenderly, like he’s having fun watching you, and that’s annoying.   “Does that not bother you?”   “It does.” Jimin locks his eyes with yours again. His voice softens. “It does…”   “But you don’t hate me?”   He shakes his head. He didn’t even need to think about it.   But you already knew his answer.   Automatically, you burst out into tears. Jimin’s alarmed at once, eyes wide, nearly falling out of their sockets. His palms lift, but he remembers your warning of not wanting to be touched, so he doesn’t lay a finger on you. But he’s still at a loss, not knowing what to do, reduced to awkwardly fumbling the air.    “Y/N, a-are you okay? W-What’s wrong? Are you hurt?!”   You hiccup, numb to the feeling of patheticness. But then you feel a sudden urgency. “T-There’s something I wanna tell you. It’s really, really, really important!”   Jimin nods slowly and puts down his hands as you wipe your eyes with the long sleeve of your pajama shirt. “What is it?”   “I!” You point to yourself and then point to him. “Love! Your! Voice!”   Jimin blinks.   You continue like it’s something you must get off your mind before you forget, “I never got to say — you have such a good tone. It’s sweet. Like sponge cake. And it’s natural. I’m jealous.”   Your sniffle and sigh, lolling your head to the side. You think about it for a moment and then hum, once again confirming your own opinion. There’s no way in this world that you can be wrong. You’ll stand with your beliefs until the end of time. “Your tenor is so nice. It’s purple.”   “Purple?”   The corner of Jimin’s mouth curls, brow lifted. �� “Purple!” you tell him quickly, as if you’re afraid of dying and fearful that no one gets to hear this secret. “The colour of your voice is purple.” You pop the ‘p’s with your lips and giggle tearfully. It bubbles out like the fizz of the wine and instantly, Jimin smiles. “You have beautiful voice colour.”   “What’s your colour?” he asks quietly, all too curious.   “Orange, obviously.” You can’t believe he doesn’t know. This wasn’t new news.   “Duh.” Jimin plays along with a heartfelt laugh.   “Duh!” you repeat after him with an enormous grin. “But I don’t like it as much.”   “Why not?”   “Cause I love purple!”   Your finger peeks out of your sleeve again. This time, it isn’t to point at his face but to jut at his chest, poke right over where his heart is. You smile up at him and Jimin notices how moist your eyes are, glassy almost. He can see each of your lashes when you’re this close, and he can’t help letting his eyes run over the slope of your nose to your cupid’s bow.    Your lips look soft. A bit stained from the wine. You have an intoxicating scent that isn’t from the alcohol alone. He has an urge to pull you in close by the waist, the small of your back, to breathe in deeply, and to kiss you.   Jimin wants to kiss you. He has since the first time he heard you sing and wanted to hear your voice muffled between his lips. He hasn’t — only yearned to. But it’s difficult to push away the longing at this moment. Though he swallows hard and dispels the thoughts away.    He won’t kiss you. Not tonight at least.   For now, he’ll hang onto how your voice calls his name, the slurred sound of you telling him you love his voice, the way your lips form when you say that his voice is purple — and the noise you make when you giggle and confess how much you love that colour.

[wordsturnintostories]

mobile masterlist ✨

‘Cause tumblr fomatting is annoying on mobile.

Hi there! So glad you found my blog. Hope I can sweeten your day a bit. This is my list of works.

Bangtan Sonyeondan

…and then it was dark. - Yoongi | Jungkook

Summary: A power outage with one of the members. Oneshots. Author’s Note: Because we had a lot of blackouts lately. Not sure whether I’ll write the oneshots for the remaining members. Tell me what you think. XX {fluff, boyfriend!bangtan, slight angst}

in hindsight | part one | part two (new)

Summary: In hindsight, you should have noticed Jimin was a little different from the other members of Bangtan. In hindsight. In hindsight, you should have noticed a lot of strange things. Too bad this revelation came to you a little too late. Author’s Note: look at that. two parts… there may or may not be more up my sleeve… we’ll see how this goes. may take a while before i update. Warnings: blood, gore, jimin is really intense {mystery, angst, fluff, jimin x reader, siren au}

thank you, @taeshuworld, for your amazing moodboard! ✨

king of bangtan (new)

Summary: Namjoon. Boyfriend. Recently bitten werewolf. Alpha. Kissing. word count: 2.4k note: okay so this is not what I usually write and it was kind of awkward to post but okay. related to that one weverse comment mentioning buff Namjoon… warnings: fluff, werewolf!au, shirtless (Alpha) Namjoon {namjoon x reader, werewolf au, kissing, biting, fluff} [finished]

Oops - Kim Seokjin | Min Yoongi | Jung Hoseok | Kim Namjoon | Park Jimin | Kim Taehyung | Jeon Jungkook

Summary: Your boyfriend doesn’t know you’re a shifter but then you accidentally spill your secret… Oneshots. Word Count: 8k Author’s Note: My first work for the Bangtan fandom. This is to give back to ARMY, who is so creative and kind. Tell me what you think. XX {fluff, supernatural!au, shifter!reader, boyfriend!bangtan, slight angst} [finished]

show me your rosettes, baby (g) (newest) prologue - one - two - three - four - five - six

summary: The world tour is over and the Bangtan Boys finally get their well-deserved break. When Namjoon suddenly can’t find Jimin anywhere, things take an unexpected and pretty unbelievable turn. word count: 7.1k (so far) note: this will be a very long fic and i hope that you will give it lots of love. it’s the first thing i started to write for bts and it’s really my baby so please be patient for the updates. i’m still working on it but i couldn’t wait to share with you guys. wanted to give you this as my b-day gift ✨ {fluff, supernatural!au}

we’re pack, moonchild. - Namjoon | Seokjin | Yoongi | Hoseok | Jimin | Taehyung | Jungkook

Summary: You’re observing the seven boys of the Bangtan gang. There’s just something about them that makes you wonder… Word Count: +10k Author’s Note: Read Namjoon’s chapter first, then the others in whichever order you like. I wanted to try something new with this, to just let it flow and edit only minimally. Hope you like it. {fluff, college!au, supernatural!au, werewolf!bangtan} [finished]

waves

-poetry- Word Count: 263 Author’s Note: to Kim Namjoon, a response to mono (감사합니다, 김남즌! 제가울었어요.) Tell me what you think. XX

wips

I was super apprehensive about jotting down my wips on this masterlist because when I write fics etc that are longer, it usually takes me ages to get it done. So, I’m not sure if I will actually manage to ever finish there but I really hope I will soon. Feel free to send encouragement through my ask box. ✨

1/ siren!jimin (fic) part 1 is out! (sep3)

2/ shifter!jimin (fic) prologue - part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 (posted oct29)

3/ min yoonji/park jimin (short fic)

4/ a ton of moodboards moodboard masterlist

5/ new edits (2)

6/ my sister’s drawings: jungkook/ yoongi/ jimin

edits masterlist

fanart masterlist (my sister’s)

Series: wtf!bangtan (by @btsreactionsmemes) Members: Hoseok | Namjoon | Taehyung | next up: Jin …any requests? Leave them here. Tell us what you think. XX

moodboard masterlist

my own art

heart

Marvel

Drabbles - Midnight Mission: Coffee | Of Tears and Flowers

Midnight Mission: Coffee Summary: A midnight stroll through a foreign city leads you to a sweet cafe. And a sweet waiter. The name tag reads Bucky. Thank God dancing is your specialty. Word Count: 2k {fluff, a tiny bit of angst}

Of Tears and Flowers (Request) Summary: @mizzezm: Hey hun was wondering if you could do a Bucky x Reader where the reader is having issues with confidence and Bucky helps her out. Word Count: 2k {angst, fluff, insecurities}

Nothing in the Mirror - Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight | Part Nine | Part Ten | Part Eleven | (abandoned, sorry)

Summary: A lot can happen on a late spring day, especially on a bus. A lot more can happen if the ride ends before you’ve reached your station. If you end up in the Avengers Tower without memories, things have either taken a very good or a very bad turn of events. Word Count: 16k Author’s Note: This developed out of a single idea that led me to almost 8k in one go. Was fun until I stopped. On hold. Update: abandoned {angst, fluff, confusion, self-doubt, mind-control, violence}

Remnants of Time - masterlist

Summary: Picks up a few months after the events of Captain America: Civil War. Steve and his whole Team are in Wakanda, hiding from the world (since the Sokovia Accords are in action). Bucky Barnes remains frozen, but the tranquility around Steve and his friends fades when the Captain follows Natasha Romanoff’s call for support on her mission to find more intelligence on Bucky in hopes of speeding up his recovery process. At the same time, a new threat arises in the shadow of Steve’s attention because his enemies don’t rest. Word Count: 77k Author’s Note: My longest work in both word count and time count. I spent a lot of time on this, seriously, and I am proud of it since it was my first real attempt at fanfiction. Will maybe receive a sequel. [finished]

Poetry

some stuff that may have been included in drabbles/fics but can be read on its own - Time | Glue ∞

My Own Poetry

before you realize bergab/downhill (German) She saw Him

The letter what is a word waves.

comfortable/you. too much or not enough

Thank you for reading! ✨ Feedback and comments are definitely appreciated.

[today-we-will-survive]

Hide and Seek

BTS au one-shot

Jimin x Reader Y/N

Fluff, Romance

Word Count: 2,055

A/N: You’re the eighth and only female member of BTS.

Your phone screen brightens on the nightstand by your bed, washing the whole hotel room in a dim, cold light. With a groan, you pick your head up off your pillow to squint at it. Texts are appearing rapidly, each a one word message.

Y/N

!

Wake

Up

Y/N

Are

You

Awake

?

Wake

Up

!

Until finally the texts are screaming at you in capital letters

Y/N

!!

WAKE

UP

!!

WE’RE

COMING

FOR

YOU

!!!!

And you barely have time to see that the texts are from Jimin before there’s suddenly furious pounding on the door to your room. You drop your phone back on the nightstand and roll over onto your back with a huff. You all have to get up butt-early in the AM and the fact that the maknae is waking you up at this ungodly hour for who knows what has your blood boiling. You’re going to murder this boy.

With a frustrated growl, you get up, making your way over to the door that’s now rattling on its hinges from the thundering fists reigning down upon it from the other side. You can make out multiple knocks, too many to only be coming from Jimin. So he’s not alone. Lucky for him.

Your eyes are set in a menacing glare as you yank the door open and your sights settle on the three youngest members of BTS. Jimin knew he’d be waking you out of a dead sleep when he started texting you. He knows you’re not one to wake up in a bright mood. It’s why your nickname among the group is Yoonji, after Yoongi’s female alter ego because, let’s face it, you’re basically the grumpy old woman of the group. He also knows you don’t usually sleep in pajamas, even so, the look on his face—and the other younger boys’—is one of pure shock as you stand there in your doorway in nothing but a sports bra and boy shorts. Color washes over the maknae line’s cheeks almost in a wave, and Taehyung and Jungkook quickly turn away. Jimin, however seems to be frozen in place.

“You better have a good reason for blowing up my phone, Park Jimin,” you bite, your sharp words jumpstarting his brain and he at last jerks his head up to look at your face. You’re only a week older than he is but the look on his face makes it seem like he’s being reprimanded by Yoongi or Jin—if either of them had boobs.

“We-we were just…” he turns his head away now, looking down the hall back in the direction of his room where the other two have retreated. “Aish, Y/N, could you put some clothes on?”

“You’re the one that woke me up and came to my room in the middle of the night. You should have known what to expect.” But to his relief, you grab the robe hanging on the bathroom door beside you and wrap it around yourself. After a few more seconds, the pink begins to fade from Jimin’s cheeks.

“I know it’s late,” he says finally meeting your eyes again. “But the guys and I were bored and we were wondering if you wanted to play a game of hide and seek with us.”

You stare at him for a moment not quite believing what the boy has just said to you. “Jimin?”

“Yeah?”

“It’s midnight,” you say. “We have rehearsal in the morning at six. And you want to play hide and seek?”

Jimin lowers his head, keeping his eyes trained on you as he goes into full on innocent pout mode. “I just want to spend time with you, noona,” he says. “We’ve been so busy on this tour and I feel like we haven’t had a chance to hang out. And I know I’m your favorite.”

The others weren’t too excited two years ago when they got the news that they’d be taking on a female member. You joining caused quite a bit of drama at the beginning and it took a while for them to warm up to the idea. Jimin, however, latched onto you immediately, taking it upon himself to stay after hours to teach you the choreography to all of their older songs so you’d be able to join them whenever they performed them at concerts. Maybe it’s the fact that you’re so close in age, or maybe it’s that he was your bias before you joined—though you’d feel weird having one now—but you’ve always had a soft spot for him. You’d even say you’ve become fond of the boy. And when he gives you that low look, eyes peering up at you from beneath his dark bangs, how can you resist? He’s a real charmer after all.

“Fine,” you say at last and you can’t help the way your heart beats faster as his face brightens into a smile. How dare he look so excited and dang cute with that crooked front tooth? “I’ll put on some clothes and meet you in a minute.”

Jimin nods and claps his hands together excitedly, “Okay, hurry up,” he says before starting back down the hall.

“Hey,  Jimin,” you call and he turns around again. “Don’t ever call me noona again.”

With a quick thumbs up and another adorable smile, he reaches the door to his room and slips inside.

A few minutes later, you’re standing in the hall knocking softly on the door to the maknae line’s hotel room. The thought of three boys sharing a room makes you grateful that you always get your own thanks to being the only girl in the group.

The door opens with a soft click and Jimin’s face appears in the crack, his finger moving to his lips as a signal for you to be quiet. You give him a nod and a playful smile as he opens the door wide enough for you to slip inside. You have to use your hand to stifle a giggle when you see Jungkook with a blindfold tied over his eyes crawling around on the floor. He stops every few feet and stretches his arms out in front of him as he tries to find the other members. Taehyung balances on the headboard of one of the beds, his mouth spread wide into an amused grin. While he has one palm pressed against the ceiling to help him stay balanced, the other is clamped over his mouth as he shakes in silent laughter.

Jimin, of course, is standing next to you, his own shoulders shaking as he laughs at the youngest member who is now groping a lamp.

“Are you guys even still in here?” Jungkook asks stepping out into the middle of the room. He doesn’t move after that, his head tilted to the side as he strains his ears for any sort of hint at Jimin and Taehyung’s location. Finally he lets out a defeated sigh and plops down on the bed. When he does this, it causes the whole frame to shake and Taehyung staggers to the side, hand clawing frantically at the wall and ceiling in an attempt to keep his balance. Of course, his fingers are unable to find purchase and he goes down, sprawling on top of Jungkook with an audible oof.

Jungkook quickly locks his arms and legs around the boy, trapping him against his chest and letting out a victorious yell. You and Jimin laugh from where you stand as Taehyung tries everything to wiggle out of the younger, but stronger, one’s grasp. At last Jungkook lets him go and gets up, ripping the blindfold from his face.

“Ha!” he yells then sees you standing by the door. “Oh, hi noona!” You give him a wave and smile then watch as he thrusts the blindfold into Taehyung’s stomach. “Your turn!”

“Y/N agreed to join us,” Jimin says beaming from beside you.

“Great,” Taehyung sulks. “Might as well just declare her the winner now.”

“Hey now, I’ll go easy on you,” you say with a smirk then step forward to grab the blindfold from Taehyung. “Now turn around,” you say and when he obeys, you place the material over his eyes.

Jimin has been extra flirty tonight, keeping close to you as the two of you make your way around the room trying to avoid Taehyung or Jungkook’s searching hands. The two youngest seem to lose the most at this game. After playing several rounds now, you’re really starting to feel the fatigue. Every time you glance at the alarm clock on the nightstand, to find that another hour has passed, your stomach sinks a little. There’s that much more precious sleep that you won’t be getting. Rehearsal and the concert tomorrow night are going to be brutal.

There have been plenty of times throughout the game where you’ve been tempted to tell them that you’re out so you can go back to your room and try to sleep but then Jungkook blindly runs into a wall or Jimin scurries over you like a koala bear as he tries to get away and you dissolve into a giggling fit. You’re having too much fun to stop now. Even if it is three in the morning and the four of you have to be heading to rehearsal in two hours…

After this last round of Taehyung being the seeker and failing again to find you, the four of you have collapsed onto one of the beds and that’s where you stay in a tired giggling heap. Jimin lays next to you on his stomach, the side of his head touching your shoulder and you feel him tap his finger against your arm. When you look down at him, he gives you a shy smile and you feel your heart skip a beat. Maybe it’s the fact that you haven’t slept all night or maybe it’s that you’ve been climbing over furniture for the past three hours like a spider monkey and you’re now exhausted but suddenly you wish Taehyung and Jungkook were anywhere but here so you could cuddle into Jimin’s chest and fall asleep.

You have to snap out of it.

With a tired groan, you sit up at last. “We should probably at least try to get some sleep, right?”

“You haven’t even been the seeker yet!” Taehyung whines sitting up too.

You shrug. “I’m just that good,” you say and smile down at Jimin who buries his face in the comforter laughing.

“Let’s just do one round with you being the seeker,” Jungkook suggests and holds the blindfold out to you.

One more round can’t hurt. You sigh heavily and take the blindfold. “Alright, fine,” you say and reach around to tie it at the back of your head. “Let me show you how the master does it.”

The room goes silent suddenly and you strain your ears for just the smallest sound. It’s chilling really how loud and boisterous these boys can be one second and then so quiet the next that it feels like you’re the only person in the room. Still, you stay motionless, holding your breath as you wait. Then you hear the slightest rustle of fabric and dart to the right, your hand grasping only air but still eliciting a curse from whoever had just barely dodged out of your way. You chuckle under your breath as you wait again for another sound.

From somewhere to your left, you hear a soft click.

“Guys?” you say as you make your way toward the source of the sound. After several steps, your hand touches the door to the hotel room. Did you just get ditched?

Then you feel a presence behind you, a sudden warmth like a body standing close to yours. Gentle hands touch your shoulders, turning you around and pressing your back to the door. You hear a shaky breath and then feel a brush of lips against your own.

“Tae?” you ask breathlessly. “Jungkook?” Your hand reaches out, trails down an arm, fingers wrapping around the person’s bicep and you squeeze. “Ah, definitely not Jungkook.”

Jimin growls inches from your face and you let out a chuckle as you pull the blindfold down. “I’m just kidding,” you say and touch your forehead to his.

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Lost & Found Batch #18

The newest batch was long overdue ^^;; As always, if you happen to know the fic the ask is looking for, reply to this post or send us an ask with the request number and title/author. If you happen to know any fics from Past Batches, those are more than welcome as well. Thank you!! ~ Admin P

1) Hi! I think my ask got lost TT I was wondering if you guys know of a vmin fic on ao3 where they’re roommates and jimin likes tae and decided to seduce him by asking him to take nude pics of him, and tae ended up not reacting and then they admitted that they both liked each other? Or something along those lines. PLEASE HELP IT WAS SO AWESOME AND I LOVED IT :( thank you!!!

you're only brave in the moonlight by ameliabedelias

2) Hi!! so a while back i was reading a yoonseok fic on ao3, it was smut, and i wanted to read it again but i cant find it, i was wondering if you could help??? it was yoonseok and yoongi was a "beta" but soon found out he was an omega he called himself a "late bloomer"?? and hoseok walks in, they have sex, and i specifically remember yoongi feeling hoseoks dick in his stomach and "rubbing" it. i know its wierd but can you please help me find it???

A Test in What, Exactly, Is "Too Much" by Yooniefucks

3) Hello, I'm trying to find a fic that has taekook in it. I don't actually remember what the fic is about, but I remember that jungkook is a guard/knight and somewhere along the story, the Prince (?) finds out that jungkook is a werewolf since he was bitten as a child and he imprinted on taehyung, who's human if I'm not mistaken. The king took him in, and he used to be chained to a cage/cave (?) during full moon. It will be great if you can help me :) thank you! 💜

4) Hi, I'm trying to find this yoonjin fic were yoongi is walking home from an underground gig and it's late at night. He smells fresh baked goods and it leads him to a building he passes by all the time but never noticed before. He goes inside and jin fixes him a drink and gives him a muffin/cupcake. At the end jin reveals that he's magic and he cast a spell to find love. Thank you for your help!!

5) I'm looking for a yoongi/jimin fic where jimin is abused by his boyfriend (I think the author used a random idol) and yoongi catches on and tries to help but jimin is really damaged. The rest of the group lowkey knows jimin abused but don't know how to help. Sorry I can't remember lots of details but it was really angsty and good

6) hello, im looking for some kind of royalty fan fic where jimin was visiting yoongi’s palace/home? I can’t remember why but they weren’t close in the beginning. All I can remember was a scene where a bunch of boys were in a room smoking and playing poker (half naked?) and a young servant/slave who was able to play any piano piece after just listening to it once and in the end he left with a Russian man who made music.... thank youu

7) Ugh I seriously need help! I’ve been looking for this fic I lost for 3 days now, I really want to read it again! I’m going to be upset if it was deleted :( anyway, it was a fic where the boys were on their way to something and they got in a car crash but it was only Jin, Hoseok, Yoongi, Tae and Kook. Then Jin and Hoseok were kidnapped by a guy named Sung I think, and the fic focused on Yoongi and Tae and Kook traveling through the woods they crashed in looking for Jin and Hobi and then (pt.1) Jimin and Joon were at a hotel with their manager and they were convinced something was wrong and they wanted to go look for them. In the end they got rescued and they killed the Sung guy and Yoongi was shot and I just really want to find it again cause there was an unfinished sequel. I���m so upset. I hope this was enough to help you help me lookfor it!

8) YOOO what's poppin sis'. Can yall help me. I've been looking for this fic where the rap line is an underground rap line and like they perform cypher pt 3? Idfr the name but the main pairings were namjin and yoonmin. Thanks 🤪🤪🧡

9) Hi there! I was hoping you guys could help me find this fic - it's on AO3. It was multi-chaptered, completed, and was a collection of namjoon centric oneshots/drabbles. one of the chapters was inspired by the "princess princess" anime and featured joon wearing panties, bent over jin's lap, before yoongi came to rescue him from a bunch of onlookers. please help!!

10) Hi! I’m looking for a Yoongi/Jungkook fic. I’ve been searching nonstop for a few weeks and I think the author may have deleted it. The plot line is basically this: Jungkook is a medical student who falls in love with Yoongi and eventually loses his drive in the field. I know it has sexual content so it’s either M rated or E. One of the tags was ‘slow burn’ and ‘Jungkook cries a lot’. Thanks in advance!

11) Hello! In the lost chuchu batch 16, #13 is "I Can't Even" by handintheshot in Ao3. But I can't find a link of it. Also, I'd like to ask whether you know about the fic where jimin suddenly has a vagenay and then proceeds to have a hot threesome with jk and tae? If possible, can you please recommend me more like those? Thank you so much 💜

12) Hello! Do u guys know of a vmin pwp oneshot where taehyung has ADHD? They sit in a chair for most of it, and the premise has a slight focus on how Jimin makes it easier for Tae to sit still. It was really sweet, and I can't find it :c

13) I am looking for a 6+1 fic where Namjoon is homeless and in each iteration a different member takes him into their home and life. A recurring element is a cake decorating book that Namjoon borrows from the library - a page falls out detailing how to make a flower with icing, and he keeps it in his pocket. I have used my search-fu but I cannot find it. It was on AO3. I hope you can help, even if it's just with a possible name I can run via the Wayback machine! Thanks!

14) Hello! I would like to ask your help into searching for a story that I can't, for the life of me, find. It's a Yoonmin story but what I remember the most is that Jungkook works as a janitor in an office and he quits because his boss is horrible. However, Taehyung, whom his boss is interested in working with, will only sign the proposal if they rehire Jungkook, so the boss sends Jimin to do it, since Jimin is friends with the both of them. In the end, they all end up working at the same place. TY

15) Hello. I'm looking for a fic where the group had six members but Suga time travels/dimension travels and becomes part of the group as a secret member. I remember that Jin is doing a vlive and is squirted with a water gun but everyone thinks it's Jimin. And when it's reveled to be Suga he's in his dorm room and pulls a big super soaker from under his blankets. I hope that's enough. It's super specific but I can't seem to find it. I hope you can help me :)

16) hey i was looking for this soul reaper or angel?? au where jungkook dies and is taken to the shinigami/reaper realm by the reaper (i think it was yoongi) and i cant find it anywhere :(( i think he dies bc of his new friends and the fic opens with a scene where the reaper sends one of his murderers souls to hell? The reader finds out later i guess. Id really appreciate it if u could find that :(( thank you!

An anon believes it’s Naught Readings For Naughty Readers by supermans_crib, however that has been on AO3

17) Hi! I had recently lost one of the greatest ffs ever, it was a jikook au where they were in the military (?) and jimin had went into a stage sort of like heat and jungkook had to fuck him, he got hekka scared afterwords but they ended up liking eachother

as if it's your last by fatal (cumrich)

18) Hi! I'm trying to find a NamJin fic. I searched the fics here and my bookmarks on AO3 (since I swear I bookmarked it) but I can't seem to find it. It starts out where Yoongi is accusing Namjoon of not moving on. We find out that Namjoon and Seokjin are friends and Namjoon confessed to Seokjin and was rejected. Things get complicated when Seokjin keeps coming around and even interfering with someone Namjoon starts dating. Memorable scene, Seokjin chasing Namjoon in the dark screeching his name.

everything moves on by fruitily

19) Hello. I am looking for a namgi fic where yoongi works in an old bookshop and likes wearing feminine clothing , and namjoon works at a cafe but visits the bookshop often. Namjoon likes art and philosophy but is scared of his parent's reactions so yoongi tells him to fuck society and to "wake up from your sad life and figure out who you are", they eventually kiss as well. I read it on AO3. Your help would be greatly appreciated. Thanks.

20) Hi! I was wondering if y’all could help out with a fic I remember reading? jimin pining for yoongi and for some weird reason I remember a specific scene where jimin (whose brought food for yoongi) waits for yoongi outside of (a studio?) falls asleep waiting and wakes up when yoongi and someone else walk out. Jimin had wanted to eat with him I think but yoongi either says that he’s already ate or is headed to eat with the person. It’s unrequited feelings for a bit of the story.

21) There was a fix where yoongi was a prince and he went out and on the way met all the members who were disney princesses, it was a parody kind of, min yoonji was sleeping beauty and she went back to sleep again and from her castle members got a cat and kittens, can you please find it

22) Hello! I read this fiction a loonnggggg time ago where vminkook were in high school detention I think and kook could read minds and read tae's mind once and hes thinking about potatoes so he calls him potato boy but then the next time tae's thinking about fucking jimin and like yeah LOL I think they all end up in a threesome at the end but yeah I dont remember the title or author ))):

23) what’s that fanfic when it’s an au one of them is overweight and they join their school gym or something? and fall in love with the person who trains them. and there’s this beach scene and a car wash scene near the end. been looking for it for a while, hope you can help!

24) hi! i’m looking for a fic i read a while back, i think it was vmin and one of them had been hurt so the other got them off and they ended up in a relationship i think? pretty sure it was cannon compliant too! thanks!

25) so tae is a student and jk is a professor. jk is engaged to this woman (mina?). basically they are both straight but end up falling for each other so before jk gets married he plans to break up with the girl but she blackmails him with pics of him and his student and turns crazy. i don’t rlly remember what happens after that but later they eventually end up together. i think it’s ab 10 chapters. i’m pretty sure i read it on ao3!

26) Hello! I was reading this taekook fic on ao3 but I forgot what it was called ☹️ basically jungkook travels back in time and kidnaps his last self to tell him how in the future Tae kills himself, so jungkook tries to get his past self to be nicer to Tae and stop him. Past jungkook thinks that Tae cheated on him but he was actually forced to have sex with his “boss” but jungkook doesn’t give him a chance to explain and starts cheating on Tae and is being really nasty to him. Ah help plz if you can

27) I’m searching for a fic and i really can’t find it ... i remember it’s jikook (but not really) and it’s about jungkook (who thinks he’s straight) who downloads a porn (by mistake i think) of minjoon and like he ends up liking it, it’s so vague i’m sorry kfhskcj

care to stay for the ride? by voseok

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Womyn with a ‘Y’ (m) - 1

Summary: You weren’t quite sure how you ended up working with the aloof Yoonji on your student council campaign, but you did know that that girl was starting to make you question yourself. I mean, if she’s even a girl at all... 

Pairing: Yoonji/Reader Yoongi/Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff

Word Count: 4477

Warnings (if applicable): None yet

A/N: Haha, here’s a Yoonji fic because I’m gay trash. Just to clarify though, Yoonji is actually just Yoongi dressing as a girl in this fic. That’s p important.

Chapters: 1 2 

“Please be sure to vote for me as student body president!” You say, handing what feels like the thousandth button out to what feels like the thousandth student. The boy merely nods politely at you, but he does pin the button to his lapel. So you consider that a success.

You’d been doing this all day. And now it seems like there are a sea of students with your tastefully printed button pinned to their jackets and backpacks. You aren’t particularly worried about winning; the other student running against you tended to rub people the wrong way. Still, you refuse to just rest on your laurels. You were going to put your all into this race, just like you were going to put your all into the presidency - if you won it, that is.

“Hey, oh my god. There you are!” You turn towards the sound of the voice and find your friend Soonmi standing before you.

“We have a problem, lady.” She pants, and you briefly wonder if she’d run to get to you. “It’s Eunyoung.” Your running opponent. “She’s gotten Jimin to run as her VP!”

You could have sworn time stood still. Jimin? Run with Eunyoung? This was certainly a prospect that had never crossed your mind. You haven’t even begun considering running partners yet!

Jimin was the most popular boy in your grade, possibly in the whole school as well. Even with Eunyoung’s generally intolerable disposition, people would still vote for her if Jimin was by her side. You are screwed. So screwed.

“I didn’t think Jimin even knew Eunyoung? Why is he running with her?!” You hiss through your teeth, trying to retain your composure.

“Yeah, he basically didn’t.” Soonmi responds. “At least, I knew he wasn’t a fan. Eunyoung basically bribed him by convincing him it would impress Yoonji.”

You scoff under your breath. Impress Yoonji? Not likely. But I guess you have to give the kid points for trying.

“What the fuck are we going to do?” Soonmi bemoans and you internally agree with her.

“I guess I just have to get a running mate that boosts my campaign as much as Jimin did?”

“Where are you going to get that? Jimin is the most popular boy in school… you’re basically the most popular girl! It’s like you can only go down.” Soonmi cries.

“I’m not quite the most popular girl in school, Soonmi. But maybe I can get who is to be my VP.” You flick your hair over your shoulder as Soonmi’s mouth drops open.

“Y-You can’t be serious… there’s no way.”

“There has to be a way. If I want to win I need her. I need Yoonji.”

That’s how you find yourself waiting outside of the infamous Min Yoonji’s classroom at the end of last period. It hadn’t been hard to find out her schedule. Just asking one of the boys in her weird little fanclub gave you more than enough information on the girl.

You stood awkwardly as the room began to empty, a bit relieved that she hadn’t been the first person out, forcing you to make cause more of a scene than was necessary. When she exits the classroom, you almost chicken out - almost. You need her to join your campaign if you want to win. You need to do this.

You can understand why so many people fawn over her. She’s basically like a real-life porcelain doll. She always looked so effortlessly flawless. And not in the way that you tried to, either - where you put hours of work in every morning just to look put together. But really, genuinely Min Yoonji put no effort into her appearance. And it totally worked for her. You’d be jealous of her, if that wasn’t so 2004 of you. Instead you try to extol her blase nature, at least to yourself anyway.

Her eyes pass over yours as she walks out of the classroom, not pausing even for a second.

“Ah,” you try to keep your voice calm, “excuse me! Min Yoonji!”

The girl pauses momentarily turning briefly back towards you, tilting her head minutely to the side in question.

“I, uh, I wanted to talk, um, to discuss something with you.” You stutter out. “If you’re free, that is.”

You’re a little bit surprised at the way your voice quavers as you speak. You haven’t had trouble with your stutter in years. It only came out when you were particularly nervous now. Like really nervous. It didn’t even happen in front of crowds or for oral presentations anymore. So Yoonji must truly be a force to be reckoned with.

Her eyes flicker over to yours.

“I’m not.” She says simply, before turning to walk away.

Trying to remain undeterred, you follow her as she walks. She was tall - for a girl - and so you have to maintain a slight jog to keep up with her. Yoonji doesn’t slow down when she sees your predicament, and so you just have to do your best not to pant as you speak.

“I’m not sure if you knew this, Yoonji,” you start, but her quick glare has you backtracking, “M-Min Yoonji, s-sorry. I’m uh, running for student body president.”

“Yeah, I’ve seen the pins.”

“O-Oh good.” You’re starting to run out of breath so you decide to just spit it out. “Well, you see, I need someone to run as my vice president with me and well I think that if we ran together we’d--”

“No.”

“Please, Min Yoonji, just hear--”

“No.”

“You’ll get to beat Park Jimin if we win!”

The taller girl suddenly stops, and you nearly walk straight into her. She turns to face you, a small grimace gracing her lips.

“What the fuck do you mean?”

You flinch at her language.

“Well, I heard that Jimin is running as Eunyoung’s VP, so if you ran with me you’d, you know… beat him. M-Maybe that’s not something you want, but I just heard he’s always all over you or whatever. I don’t know. I’m sorry.”

You watch with baited breath as Yoonji’s tongue pokes into her cheek. Her eyes aren’t on you, they’re focused on something in the distance. The side of her mouth quirks up just briefly before she schools her expression, and then she’s looking directly at you. Her dark eyes seem to gaze all the way into your soul and it all but takes your breath away.

“S-So?” You ask hesitantly.

“Fine. I’ll run with you,” she dismisses, “but you better learn how to stop stuttering all the time. Don’t you have to do a lot of public presenting as student body president? I don’t want you to embarrass me.”

Your mouth opens and closes a few times like a fish, and Yoonji’s lips pull down in annoyance.

“I’m sorry, Min Yoonji,” you look down hard at your feet, “n-normally I’m not… I haven’t stuttered for a long time. You just…”

“I make you nervous?” She supplies, and you glance up to see her utterly impassive face.

You simply nod.

“Good.” She sighs out. “Then you won’t try to bother me or anything. Here, give me your

cell phone.”

“M-My ce-”

“Yes. Your cell phone. We are running partners now, aren’t we? We’re going to need to be able to contact each other.” She holds out her hand impatiently.

“Oh, right. Yeah. That’s great thinking Min Yoonji, thank you.” You quickly shuffle your

your phone out of your pocket and hand it to her.

She enters her information, then sends herself a text, in case she needs to get a hold of you as well.

“There. I’ll contact you later and you can fill me in on the details more properly. I don’t just want to beat Jimin. I want to annihilate him.”

Your eyes widen comically, but you nod your head nonetheless. Anything Min Yoonji wants from you, she would get. She was your ticket to the top, so to speak. You can’t afford to lose her, not if you want to win.

She had already walked away as you pulled yourself out of your daydream, and it’s only the bright light of Yoonji’s contact information on your phone that lets you know the interaction even happened in the first place.

What a weird day this was turning out to be.

“I can’t fucking believe you got Yoonji to agree to this?” Soonmi nearly shouts over the phone.

“Yeah, she must really hate Park Jimin if she’s this desperate to beat him.” You respond flopping back on your pillows.

“I totally feel bad for him. I mean really, he’s definitely the hottest boy in school… I would bang him.”

You chuckle and hum in agreement.

“I was talking to Taehyung, and he said that Jimin has like.. Legit abs. I tried asking about his dick, but Tae wouldn’t say anything.”

“Jesus Christ Soonmi. Why can’t you let any of these men live?” You chuckle again, and Soonmi scoffs. As if the very prospect of it had never occurred to her.

“Babe,” she coos, “it’s been ages since we’ve gotten laid. I mean seriously! You haven’t even tried dating since Jihoon broke it off with you! And that was like, six months ago! I have to get my thrills where I can, and that’s imagining that Jimin’s dick is just as sexy as the rest of him!”

Before you can respond, your phone vibrates against your ear. You expect it to be the singular buzz of a text, but the accompanying tone signifies that someone’s calling you. You briefly pull your phone away from your ear to check the caller ID.

“Oh fuck, Soonmi I gotta go!” You say frantically. “It’s Yoonji.”

Soonmi’s following shriek is cut short as you disconnect your call, and switch over to where Yoonji is waiting.

“H-Hello?” You mentally kick yourself for stuttering, even after she’d told you not to.

“Still nervous even over the phone, I see.” Comes Yoonji’s gravelly tone. You’re always so surprised when you hear her voice. It’s much lower than you would’ve expected. Nevertheless, it seems to suit the girl.

“I guess so. I’m sorry.” You finally choke out.

“It’s fine, it’s kind of cute.” She says in response and you shoot up from where you lay on your bed. Cute? Yoonji had just called you cute…

“Anyway,” she continues, “I’d like to discuss some of your ideas for this student council bullshit. If I’m doing this, I’m doing this. Are you free now? It’ll be brief.”

You’re sure your soul leaves your body at that, and you peak a glance at the digital clock on your nightstand. It was only 7:30, and you still have hours left of free time. You’d originally planned to spend it binge watching the Kardashian’s - a guilty and oh so secret pleasure of yours - but… You don’t think you could say no to Yoonji even if you wanted to.

“I-I’m free. Why?”

“Good then. I’ll come over. What’s your address? Nevermind just text it to me.” And with that, Yoonji hangs up the phone, leaving you no chance to argue.

You do as she says, texting her with trembling hands. Your parents won’t mind if you have company, especially if it’s for student council. Then you call Soonmi back.

“BITCH!” She screams as soon as she picks up her phone. “Spill that tea! What’d the mysterious Min Yoonji want?”

“She’s coming over. She called me cute.” You respond weakly, your stomach turning at the prospect of Yoonji being here. In your room.

Your phone’s speaker crackles at how loud Soonmi’s voice gets. She’s always been very excitable.

“Oh my god! Literally no one has ever been able to crack Yoonji, if you do it, you’ll seriously be like… the most popular girl in school. What the fuck? And she called you cute? I’m seriously shook. Who knew Yoonji had a heart buried under all that ice.”

She kept rambling as you stare blankly. You glance around your room. It was decidedly feminine, pink curtains, cream colored walls, a pink bedspread. You’d always liked your room, likening it to a page out of one of those garden magazines your mother used to buy. But imagining Min Yoonji standing in here, like the queen of darkness herself, you felt a bit faint. She would think it was childish, wouldn’t she?

“Bitch??? Hey bitch, you there?” Soonmi’s voice manages to break through your worried daydream.

“Sorry, I’m here. I’m just nervous!” You respond and Soonmi calms down immediately.  

“Why are you nervous?” She asks.

“It’s just… Yoonji. She makes me really nervous, like… stutter nervous. I don’t know. It’s so lame, but she’s really, like, cool? I guess? I want her to like me. Plus I need her help if I want to win this election.”

“Listen. You really shouldn’t worry so much. Yoonji is just a girl, you know? She’s just a tough nut to crack. Just be yourself and it’ll be fine. If she doesn’t like you then she’s a goddamn idiot, I’m serious. Plus… she at least likes you a little bit? She called you cute, didn’t she?”

You smile softly. Even though Soonmi can be a handful, she’s always supportive when you need her to be.

Before you get the chance to tell her so, there’s a knock on your door. You hear your mother answer it, and your stomach drops down to your feet.

“Oh fuck, I gotta go, she’s here.” You don’t wait for her response, hanging up and bouncing to your feet. Soonmi will understand, she’s done the same thing to you a bunch of times. Usually that’s when she has boys over, but still.

You straighten your skirt and blanche as you realize you have the first few buttons of your blouse undone, something you’d done as you’d taken off your bowtie when you’d come home.

There’s no time to fix it though, because your door swings open. Your mother smiles at you, before shuffling Yoonji inside your room and closing the door as the exits.

Yoonji’s still in her uniform, and she gives you a once over, her eyes lingering at the top of your shirt. Then she takes a cursory look around your room, smirking slightly at it.

“This is cute.” She says. “Just what I imagined your room to look like.”

You don’t respond, and Yoonji doesn’t expect you to. Still though, your cheeks heat up at the thought of Yoonji imagining being here, in your room.

“So,” she says, taking a seat on the edge of your bed, crossing her legs demurely, since she’s still in her uniform as well. “What were your plans on the election. How are we going to announce our partnership?”

“W-Well, by this time next week I have to report my running mate to--”

“No, that’s not quickly enough. It’s already public that Jimin is running with that girl. They can’t be afforded any more of a headstart than the one that they already have.”

“You’re really taking this seriously, huh? Thank you.” You blurt out, and you feel your cheeks redden more at your careless words.

“Are you going to keep standing in the middle of the room?” Yoonji scoffs in response, choosing not to acknowledge what you’d said. “You’re being annoying. Come here.” She reaches out and grabs your forearm, pulling you toward the bed with surprising strength.

Her touch catches you off guard and you stumble a bit, tripping and awkwardly crashing into Yoonji’s body. She heaves an exasperated sigh as she easily steadies you, her arms catching your hips and maneuvering you easily into the space next to her on the bed. Much to your surprise, she doesn’t admonish you for your clumsiness, and in your mortification, you’re too overwhelmed to apologize either.

She doesn’t seem to care either way, though, and as she lets out another sigh, you realize how close you are to her.

You scooch yourself back quickly, crossing your legs and sitting so you can face the older girl before you. Yoonji moves as well, shifting to rest gently on her hips so she can face you as well. You’re unsure of what to say, and Yoonji trails one of her hands through her short dark hair. You’re struck with a pang of jealousy at how beautiful she is. No wonder all the boys at school are trying to sleep with her.

“So?” She tries again, with slightly less patience. “Do you know how we can announce our running together? Or do I have to come up with that on my own?”

“N-No, I can think of something!” You retort. “What if we just… old school announced it over the intercom at the beginning of the day? Soonmi does morning announcements so…”

Yoonji nods swiftly.

“Fine. And another thing… about your buttons…” She says, glancing to the visible one she can see adorning your backpack.

“What about my buttons?” You’re immediately defensive, you can’t help it. You worked hard on those buttons! Yoonji can’t come in here and just take over completely? The buttons are important to you!

“Relax, princess.” She says, and a shiver shoots up your back at her pet name. “They’re cute,” her eyes briefly rake over you, “like you. I don’t want to change them. I was going to say, don’t you think we should add my name to them too?”

“Y-You like my buttons…?” You question incredulously.

“Yes.”

“And… you want your name to be on my buttons?”

“Yes.”

“With my name and everything?” Your heartbeat, which had been racing like a rabbit’s since Yoonji had entered your room, was now pounding. Soaring, almost. You aren’t sure why the prospect of Yoonji’s name sitting snugly with yours was so appealing, but as your cheeks flush once more, you can’t deny that the thought makes you happy.

“Of course. I’m running with you, aren’t I?” She huffs.

In an uncontrollable gesture, you leap at her, wrapping your arms around her neck and hugging tightly. She’s visibly taken aback by the gesture, and you immediately feel her hands venture to your hips to push you off of her. She hesitates though, and at the happy little squeak you emit, she changes course and wraps her arms around you as well.

The hug is brief, but you don’t think you’ve ever felt happier. You whine slightly as Yoonji undoes her arms from around your waist, holding onto her neck tightly, unwilling to lose the moment. Her movements are gentle at first, but soon she becomes impatient.

You’re not quite sure how it happens, but Yoonji flips you quickly, your back pressing into the bed beneath you as she hovers above you, your arms still around her neck.

You’re paralyzed, Yoonji’s dark eyes piercing into yours. She slowly pulls your hands off of her, but pins them down to the bed in a word of warning.

“Don’t be a brat, princess.” She whispers. “You wont like what happens.”

“Y-Yoonji, w-what are you--” you stutter, trying to rationalize what had just happened.

“I have to leave.” She says, again in that uncharacteristically quiet voice. “I’ll come back tomorrow. After we’ve announced we’re running. We can talk more then.”

With that Yoonji is up, and out of your room before you can even bid her a proper goodbye.

You however, are still frozen on your bed. Wondering what the actual fuck just happened.

Yoongi stumbles into his house blindly. It’s just late enough for him to be shrouded in darkness when he enters, but he doesn’t mind. He lets his back fall against the door and tries to breathe. He needs to get a fucking hold of himself.

He’s never been more grateful to have parents who are never home.

He dashes up to his room, locking the door behind him as he enters. Geez, you had really gotten under his skin - metaphorically and literally, he supposes. He’d known you were cute, obviously. That’s why he even bothered to listen to you talking in the first place. And then the idea of Jimin losing to him was too good to pass up, that aggravating creep. He just couldn’t get a clue, no matter how many times Yoongi rebuked his advances. Yoongi had almost blown the whole thing one day, when he had had enough. How satisfying, he imagined, it would be to watch Jimin’s face twist in horror when he learned that Yoongi had a dick, was a man…

If only that was a possibility.

You though, were another story. Yoongi had noticed you the year before. You had always been kind of popular, but after you broke up with your long term boyfriend, your popularity had  skyrocketed again. Yoongi had admired the way you’d politely declined all the skeevy teenaged school boys’ advances. He was never that nice to them.

He knew you were pretty, he wasn’t blind. But he tried to respect you. He didn’t like getting leered at, so he imagined you sure as hell didn’t. Especially when you were actually helpless when he wasn’t. So he kept his distance.

Plus there was that whole thing where he was a girl, or whatever.

But today, god. It was too much for him to deny, really. You were so nervous around him, and he hated that it turned him on, but it did. He chalked it up to unavoidable exposure to toxic masculinity or something. But damn if you didn’t look cute as hell, stuttering away, blushing. All because of him - or… her, as it were.

And your room. Your pretty pink room. Fuck, he was just one man. How many fantasies could one girl encompass? You were going to be the death of him.

He flops down on his bed, pressing his forearm down over his eyes. For a few moments, his mind stays blissfully empty, but soon enough, you pop back in.

You always looked so fucking happy when he gave you what you wanted. That cute little smile that scrunched up your nose a bit. Jesus, he’d really give you just about anything if you’d always smile like that. It was almost as good as when you blushed.

And it was so so easy to get you to blush. The red colored your cheeks and trailed down your neck. Yoongi couldn’t help but wonder just how low that flush would dip.

His dick twitched in his tight boxer shorts at the thought and he groans in annoyance. Still though, he allows himself the pleasure of trailing his hand down to the hem of his uniform’s skirt, flipping it up, and palming over his semi-hard length.

Yoongi thought of the tantalizing way your shirt had been unbuttoned; just two innocent little buttons and it had his mouth watering. He could imagine your sighs and gasps as he unbuttoned it the rest of the way. Soft little mewls escaping from you as his mouth explored inch upon inch of newly exposed skin. You would whine his name, he’s sure, in that sweet, soft, lilting voice of yours. Just begging him to touch you properly, to make you feel good, in your own innocent way.

He thrust his tights and boxers down his legs, throwing both over the side of the bed. He hated those tights, and it only added to his arousal to have them off. Yoongi slowly trailed his fingers up his thighs, the way he imagined you would. Your shy little hands shaking slightly as you try to work up the courage to touch him properly.

When he finally grasps his length in his hand, he lets out a shaky breath. In his mind’s eye, you are looking at him. You’re wide eyes meeting his.

“Y-Yoongi, is this okay?” You ask and he nods, trailing his fingers along your jaw to ease your nerves. Then there was that smile from you again.

That devastating smile.

“You’re so big, Yoongi,” you coo, and Yoongi allows his hand to speed up slightly, and he lets out a small grunt.

You’re under him again, his fantasy rapidly changing, It was still so vivid in his mind, the way you had looked so shocked and adorably confused. And when he’d held your hands down, he had felt the proverbial nail in his fucking coffin. You’d unknowingly squeezed your thighs together, Yoongi had felt the movement against his thighs.

Yoongi had gotten hard right there. The skirt that was now hiked up around his waist only did so much to hide it and he couldn’t let you see. So he’d run.

He’d left you there all wet and wanting. Not that you even realized it yet. He was Yoonji afterall. He’d never heard of you swinging that way.

He wants to fuck you in your school skirt, and he hates himself for it. But he just knows that his dick would look perfect pressing into your tight pussy, your panties pushed to the side and your skirt still sitting on your hips. Maybe you’ll even let him fuck you at school. Let him cum inside of you and walk around the rest of the day smelling like him.

His hand twisted as the images in his head got dirtier and dirtier; you crawling into his lap and moving your hips, grinding. Throwing your head back as his name spilled from your lips over and over again; your perfect rosey mouth wrapped around his length, your eyes watering as he uses your hair to fuck into your throat. But he knows you’ll love it, he just fucking knows you would; Him spanking your ass till it was as red as your face got when he talked to you; He imagined Jimin walking in on the two of you, leaving horrified as he realizes the two most fuckable girls in school were fucking each other; Him eating out your sweet pussy whenever he wants. In school closests, on top of your pretty pink bedspread, in public restrooms; You begging him to let you cum, to fuck you good and hard like no one else had before, to fill you up with his cum and make sure the only thing you could remember was how good it felt to get pounded by his cock; your sweet voice keening in his ear as he fucked you, “Yoongi, Yoongi, please cum inside of me, god! I need to feel you! Want you to fill me up!” The thought of such a good girl, his good girl, getting dirty just for him, only for him.

“Oh fuck.”

Yoongi cums suddenly, with a sharp grunt. It’s an earth-shattering orgasm, one he was sure would only be topped by actually fucking you.

He’s soiled his uniform, he notices as he calms down. God fucking damn it, what in the hell were you doing to him?! Now he had laundry to do.

A/N: Haha, here you go! I’m super into Yoonji. Also, I am sorry to leave it on such a.... note. Let me know what you think ;)

[yoonji-6-wonders]

Jung Hoseok: The Emo Kid Into Literature

From the comic I’m working on, “Yoonji and the Six Wonders”— a BTS fan comic based off of RUN! BTS Episode 11 😊

[worldwidebt7]

April Rough Outline

Hello everyone! In order to better communicate what I'm up to, I'm making this quick post! Let's take a looksee:

So, as you can see above, I'm trying to make deadlines for myself again like I had done with "Crinkle" in order to get more of a handle on an uploading schedule. I hate that my uploads are so sporadic and that I leave you guys waiting for long periods of time.

Now, it doesn't look like there's much on there, but let me explain:

April 4th- "Hell[L]ing" Chapter 05 Preview

As I've done with each of the other chapters of this fic, I'll be supplying a teaser for the upcoming chapter! No, it's not a dead fic-- I'm just so focused on my art side of story telling that it keeps getting pushed to the wayside.

April 10th- "Hell[L]ing" Chapter 05

The release of the next chapter of "Hell[L]ing!" Prepare for the most awkward interaction ever.

April 16th- Milestone Event Announcement

As some of you may know, I'm close to hitting a new follower milestone here on Tumblr! As a way to thank you guys, I'll be holding an event-- but more on that later~

April 30th- "Black or White" Chapters 6-10 Lineart Complete

Now, this is what will be taking up the majority of time in the month of April. I'm going to attempt to complete all the lineart for five chapters of "Black or White" by the end of the month. Then, the entire month of May will be dedicated to coloring these chapters so that, by June, I'll be on an uploading schedule of every-other Sunday. Doing it every other week will allow me another 10 weeks to get the following chapters done in the same fashion-- all the lineart first, then all the coloring. We'll see if this method works better for me!

May 8th- Original Webtoon "The Madbird" Chapters 1-5 Lineart Complete

So, the other thing taking up my time will be an original webtoon that I've decided to work on. I can't always be doing BTS fanart after all~ This won't be dropping for quite some time, but I wanted to put it on there to better give you guys an idea of how I'm managing my time.

So those are the big projects as of right now! When I need a break form all this, I'll be working on smaller pieces of art as well as "Yoonji and the Six Wonders"-- which is going to be a BTS full-length fan manhwa based on episode 11 of RUN BTS. That also won't be out for a while, but I'd like to have the majority of the sketches done by the end of the year so that maybe I can get the book out in 2022(?).

I also just made a masterlist specific to the Hybrid!AU that has synopsis of each of the parts! So if there was anyone you were curious about, you'll have a little more information~

Take care everyone! Love you all!!

--Ali

[peaches-of-1]

Yoongi- Flower Shop!AU

Male!Reader x Florist!Yoongi

Yoongi had worked so hard to finally set up his shop with his best friend in the world, Namjoon. It was opening week, and they were both so nervous. They’d offer bouquets for weddings and other events. So much money had gone into this. So many loans and help from other friends and family that they really needed to succeed, or they’d be in deep debt.

The store would be called [Once and Floral/Take it or Leave it/What in Carnation] as a pun, because that way it’d catch on faster. Yoongi’s hands were covered in dirt as the two men set up some hanging plants and a curious kitten watched them from the sidewalk.

“Namjoon, be careful on the ladder. I don’t want anything or anyone to get broken beyond repair before we even open our doors.”

“I’ll be fine. You worry too much.”

“With good reason.” Yoongi shot back with a smile.

The younger of the two got onto the ladder and his hyung handed him a potted succelent to hang up. When it was secure, they moved onto the next one. The cat came inside to watch and jumped onto stool.

Before they knew it, opening day arrived and it wasn’t too busy. It was spring, so they’d be getting business soon, right? They were nervous that no one would come in other than their friends and family who would be there just to support them. He sort of wondered where that kitten was who had been there nearly every day.

“You lookin for the cat too?” Namjoon asked.

“Yeah. I was gonna give it some cat nip. I don’t see it, though.”

Then the door opened and he walked in with the kitten. Yoongi couldn’t believe how handsome the man was. He lit up the room and made Yoongi feel like it was just the two of them in that room when the guy approached him with the kitten in hand.

“So, you own his shop?”

Yoongi wanted to say he was right, but the words wouldn’t come out. He just stared at the attractive face before him.

Namjoon answered, “Yes. We both own it. Welcome! What’s your name?”

“My name is (Y/n). It’s nice to meet you.”

“Is this little fella yours?”

“Yeah, she’s been running away for the past week. This time I followed her to figure out where she’s been going to. Her name is Yoonji, and she’s a fickle little thing.”

They smiled and Yoongi laughed and reached out for the kitten, “So, you’re not a stray after all, huh Yoongi. We also have similar names. Ah, I’ve got a gift for you if your dad will allow it.”

Yoongi met (Y/N)’s eyes and looked back at the kitten, “It’s cat nip. You were just so fun to have around, I wanted to give you a gift.”

Making his voice higher, the handsome stranger replied as Yoongi, “I don’t care what papa says, so can I have some. Please???”

They laughed and Yoongi went to get it from the back room. It was freshly grown and put into a small pouch. He took this time to make it a bit prettier than he was originally intending to do. This man was so good looking, his cat deserved something nice too. Yoongi caught his breath.

Why was he so cute? It amazed him how smitten he was all of a sudden, especially with all the friends he had small crushes on. Out of the blue, they no longer seemed to matter. He really wanted to impress (Y/N).

Once Yoongi got back to him, Yoonji’s ears went up and she started to purr and reach out for the pouch. Namjoon gone off to help some potential customers. The first 100 would get a free pack of vegetable seeds and a special pot with the business’s logo on it. She rubbed her cheek against the gift.

“I think she likes it.” (Y/N) smiled.

“You gonna stick around? I can show you around the store and tell me if there’s anything you like.”

(Y/N) liked that idea and was shown around by the man he just met. Yoongi payed closed attention to what he seemed to like while the kitten purred away in his arms. He told the story of how they got started, trying to do a sales pitch but also the cutie seemed like he was really interested in what he was saying.

The bell went off. They had gotten their first sale! A dozen roses for a girl dressed in a dark and flowing outfit. She smiled when all attention was put on her and everyone cheered. They got  a free vase along with their purchase since they were the first along with the pot and seeds.

The owners got a picture with the gothic girl as well for memory’s sake. Yoongi then returned with to the man.

“So, you live nearby?”

“Yeah, yes.” The guy said. “We’re a few blocks away, but we don’t come this way very often.”

Yoongi nodded, “Cuz the shops are mostly on the other side.”

He agreed, “Exactly, but I think we’ll be coming here more often. Won’t we, Yoonji?”

She was still purring away but gave a small mew at her name. (Y/N) decided to get an aloe vera plant as well as some colorful Bromeliads to go inside his apartment. As a salesman, Yoongi persuaded the cute man to also get some orchids.

“I’ll get them wrapped, too. Something simple.”

“Absolutely.” Yoongi grinned and moved over to the counter, wrapping the purple beauties in gray paper and tying it closed with a pinkish bow.

As the man watched the skillful work, Yoongi noticed the contrast of their hands. The florist was pale compared to him.

“You’re really good with your hands.” He said in awe.

“Thanks.” Yoongi blushed. “You said you lived nearby?”

 He lived on the fourth floor, so it was a beautiful view of nightlife. Yoongi joked that he might come visit as they moved towards the cash register to get the flowers paid for with the pot and seeds.

“That’d be fun. I’ll have to ask my boyfriend first.”

The playful smile left Yoongi’s face, “B-boyfriend you say?”

“Yep. Been dating four months now? I’ll probably get flowers for our 6th month anniversary here when that happens.”

Yoongi felt kind of sad, but it was just a crush anyways, “Oh, well. Congrats ahead of time. Thanks for stopping by, (Y/N). See you around, Yoonji.”

He opened the door for the man who had his arms full and waved goodbye to them. His face fell into a pouty relaxed state. Well that was a train wreck, he thought to himself and went back inside to help others. Then it was closing time. The two men went their seperate ways to get some rest for tomorrow.

Yoongi yawned as he was the first one at the store. Yoonji was waiting at the door, and the two greeted each other. She came by every day. Sometimes she brought a friend or two. Children came to the store more to greet her and pet her. Sometimes (Y/N) would show up and check in, buying flowers or planting tools he needed. He’d talk about his boyfriend too.

It would be their six month anniversary, and (Y/N) wanted Yoongi to be the one to make a love bouquet for them. Their was one on their menu, but he didn’t want that for his darling.

“It has to be unique. Special, like my love him. Reds and pinks, maybe whites. He likes blue, so maybe some of that?”

Yoongi gave a smile even though seeing him all the time and hearing about his heart belonging to someone else hurt a bunch. It brought pain into his heart, but as long as he could see him it’d be ok. Right?

That’s what he thought as Yoonji hopped up on one of the tables and rested in the sunlight while he made his love’s bouquet. Red carnations, a few pink peonies, blue orchids around the edges, with oxeye daisies sprinkled throughout. Everything he thought about (Y/N), and he’d be giving it to someone else.

The young man sighed, taking his gloves off and putting the arrangement on the shelf. He sent the official text saying that it was ready. Yoongi went over to his kitty counterpart and rubbed her fur, letting her climb up into his lap as he sat in a lower chair behind the counter. The “In Bloom” sign still burning bright to signify that they were open.

Namjoon was sick today, so it was just Yoongi and Yoonji and the sun and a million plants.

“You’re lucky, you know that?” He said to her. “Not only do you get to do whatever you want whenever you want like sleep or go for a walk, but you also live with (Y/N). I’d do anything to be able to be held by him like you constantly are.”

Yoonji purred.

He kept talking, “I really like him, you know? I have a huge crush on him, but he’s got a boyfriend. It’s crazy, right? Still. I’d like to at least be his friends if we aren’t able to date one another. Any excuse to be near him. That’s why you’re so lucky. You know what he likes and dislikes better than anyone. I’d love to be (Y/N)’s kitten.”

“Would you really?”

The voice made Yoongi jump and the kitten jumped to the counter and into her owner’s arms to purr against him. A fierce blush started to paint itself across the florist’s cheeks.

He wasn’t sure what to say, “I...I didn’t hear you come in.” He couldn’t meet the handsome customer’s face as so many thoughts of fear and embarrassment ran though his mind.

“Bell’s broken.” (Y/N) sniffled.

Yoongi looked up to see his eyes swollen and more red than usual even with his allergies to some of the exotic plants the store provided.

“Are you--?”

“We broke up.” He admitted. “I got your text and we started arguing. He said I spent too much time here instead of with him. I’d told him about you and he said that it was beacause...because I had a crush on you.”

The florist’s fragile heart grasped onto this seed of hope, “And?”

He bit his lip, “I said he was wrong...”

Yoongi looked down, of course.

“But I’m not sure if he was.” He paced a bit. “I came down here even though I could’ve just texted you back and said to cancel the order. Instead I really just wanted to see you.”

Alarm bells of confusion went off in Yoongi’s head as he went to the other side of the counter, “I think you should go. Try to fix things with your boyfriend. I’m not gonna be your rebound, so I think it’d just be better if you just left.”

“Do you really feel that way, kitten?”

The blush got brighter, “D-don’t call me that.” he pouted.

“And why not? You seemed to like it.”

He did, “I just don’t think this is right. I’m not just gonna date you because you broke up with your boyfriend on your 6th month anniversary and you’re looking for someone to replace him.”

(Y/N) replied, “Then don’t.” and approached Yoongi. “I’ll wait a while to see if this feeling stays, but I’ve been coming over almost every day for you. Yoonji could’ve run away anywhere but chose here. She chose you, and she hissed at him all the time. She’s smarter than me.”

“So?”

“So, I wanted to be with you the moment I saw you, Yoongi. I will be serious about our relationship. You’re not a rebound or anything like that.” He looked around the shop and handed Yoongi a red tulip.

Yoongi’s face almost matched it, “You paid attention.” He said, biting his lip.

He would blabber on and on about the meanings of flowers when they were together, just chatting. (Y/N) seemed interested enough, and it was something that Yoongi loved. Red tulips were for “undying love”

“This is how I feel about you now. I’ll buy a flower everyday to show you how serious I am. If it ever changes, we can stop whatever it is that happens from this moment on.”

(Y/N) decided to head out with his kitty Yoonji in his arms. Yoongi looked down at the tulip and told him to wait. Going to a bucket of carnations, he picked out a white one and gave it to the man. Devotion. The man smiled at the paler and shorter florist.

It had been nearly two months now, and red tulips flooded Yoongi’s apartment so much so that (Y/N) would just point to the flower that expressed his feelings for that day.

“I get it, darling. Ok, I believe it. You love me. I’m not a rebound or anything like that. That being said, will you go on a date with me?”

[moodring89]

CH.01 Down the Rabbit Hole

Pairing: Jeongguk x Reader / Side Yoonseok Chapter Rated: PG-13 (Future rating will change to M) Genre: Fantasy, Hybrid AU (Prince Bunkook. Sue me.), Royal AU, Cinderella / Labyrinth feels Summary: Yoongi's sister buys two tickets to the Autumn ball held at the Meadows, a notorious city known for its hybrid inhabitants, where she hopes to meet a certain bunny princeling. Chapters: 01, 02, 03, 04

“I’m sorry, what –?”

Yoongi held up a piece of mail, “Autumn Ball to be held at the Meadows in celebration of Prince Jeon Jeongguk’s Coming of Age?” The envelope was ripped at the top from where he’d opened it, being all sorts of casual about incriminating himself. “There’s no way in hell that our father is going to allow you to attend. You know this and yet you spent money on a ticket.”

“On two tickets,” she said, as she snatched the envelope from his fingers. “And why not?”

He didn’t know how to not sound like a prejudiced asshole, but he went for it anyway. “Because there are hybrids living in the Meadows and there’s still a ton o’ shit that we don’t know about them yet.”

“This is the first social gathering where hybrids and humans will be allowed to mingle and co-exist with one another, and like, in a party setting, which is just a bonus. It’s fascinating. No – it’s historic and you can bet your uptight, manhwa loving ass that I’d love to be there.” The blonde lowered his eyes at her, pouting resolutely when she continued, “I spoke with our father and you know what he said? ‘Get one for your brother, too.’”

He sighed, passively, “Well, I wasn’t expecting that. I was just rather hoping he’d do that thing where he beats on his chest and roars his short response of ‘fuck’ and ‘no’ from atop the highest mountain.”

She patted his shoulder with mock sincerity, “There, there, take the loss as it comes, swiftly and sweetly. Do you even own a proper suit and tie?”

“I have about as many suits as you do ball gowns.”

“So, zero then? ‘Kay, sounds good. We’re real ahead of this thing.”

Yoongi grabbed for his car keys, wanting to get it over with. “Let’s hit the stores now, before I decide to go in my pajamas. You know that I would, too.” When it comes to his sister, Yoongi tended to cave in, perhaps too easily. Whatever she wanted, whatever she needed, and most of the time – even things she could do living without, but he decided that she didn’t have to, like a new phone, or a bag.

They’d split up once they were inside the store, headed in two completely separate directions. She hadn’t expected half the town to be at this particular dress shop. Royal ball doesn’t exactly scream, ‘Let’s go to the local Mom-and-Pop boutique.’

The obnoxious text tone of Naruto’s catchphrase, ‘Believe it’ that she’d associated with Yoongi went off. She stared down at her phone.

Yoonji Unnie --------------------- It’s a fucking sausage fest here. 3:54pm

To: Yoonji Unnie --------------------- Funny, since it’s a clam-fam reunion over here, too. Any hopes of looking original have successfully gone out the window. 3:54pm

Yoonji Unnie --------------------- Unless we go with my pajama idea? 3:54pm

To: Yoonji Unnie --------------------- I’m not meeting the Prince of the Meadows in a camisole. 3:55pm

Yoonji Unnie --------------------- Gross. See you in the parking lot. 3:57pm

Yoongi was already inside the car, a plastic bag thrown carelessly into the backseat. She shut her door with a huff, somewhat affronted by it. “You were able to find a suit? I thought it was Wang city, far too many hand-to-gland casualities for you to possibly stay long enough to find something suitable.”

“Yeah, unlike you, I don’t care if I’m wearing the same shit as someone else, especially a fucking suit.” He started up the car and turned onto the main road, driving around idly, until they decided on their next stop. “Again, I would have gone in my striped pajamas without a single fuck to be spared. I like keeping my fucks to myself. However, something tells me that there is a dress code we have to adhere to...”

“Of course there is.”

Yoongi was scowling, as he tended to do so very naturally. “I would really hate to piss off the woodland creatures with our subpar fashion choices, so start calling out shops, and we’ll swing by to see if it’s packed.”

“Hybrids are people, not creatures,” she said, turning somewhat dejectedly to stare out the window. “Why do I have to remind you? You’re the intelligent one and yet you say the most asinine things.”

“What are you hoping to achieve by seeing the Prince? He will not favor you, as you do him.” It was such a sad anomaly, something that shouldn’t have happened, but it did, and it was too late. His sister had fallen in love through mere stories of the bunny princeling. What if the tales weren’t true? Don’t meet your heroes, wasn’t that the saying? The treaty between hybrids and humans had practically been forced, guns aimed at each other’s heads in a stalemate between two stubborn kings. It turned out that the two species needed to sustain each other, whether it was for the oil, the crops, or other various cargos: The union was not wanted, but it was necessary.

The thought that their father had even agreed to put them in some slight form of potential danger was preposterous to him. Although, it was possible that his darling sister was lying to him, right to his own fucking face. At least he could later credit himself for not being entirely blindsided by it. No one jukes Min Yoongi.  

“I don’t even expect to be allowed to speak with the Prince, so what does it matter?” They were stopped at a light. For a long moment, the silence played with the tension, thus swallowing the siblings up whole. She sighed, finding it be unbearable, “I only wish to look upon him, to take glimpse of his true nature for myself, instead by word of mouth.”

“Alright, enough. You can stop with the poetic shit. I get it…” Yoongi felt frustrated, stopping in front of a shopping mall. It didn’t appear to be as busy as all the other stores they had passed along the way, probably due to an even lower standard in quality. He surrendered his card as a form of an apology, which she graciously accepted. “Don’t make it long.”

She’d made it especially fucking long.

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The tickets were a simple white cotton paper with speckled gold and elegant cursive. She half-mourned over the fact that she’d have to hand it over at the castle gates in order to get in. The girl kept the envelope, tucking it away inside the top drawer of her vanity. Tonight she would finally get to meet the Prince. After hearing so many stories of his time on the battlefield, of the scar which adorned his face along his cheek, how he’d spared a human General’s life.

Prince Jeongguk was an advocate for equality, a symbol of peace, and hope. He’d visited the Isles of Lunar and fed the sun to the poor. He did not leave, until all were healthy, and full. She’d heard that he’d brought in environmental scientists to study the moon enriched lands and that they’d found ways to sustain and harvest crops. That was how he’d inherited the nickname, ‘Lunar Prince’.

There were no photographs allowed to be taken of the Prince. However, the news articles were free to state as many details as they so desired. She’d tried to envision what he would look like given the various descriptions, tall and broad it had read, only one or two inches away from standing at six foot tall. Two velveteen rabbit ears sat atop a silky crown of raven black hair, pure white in color, and responsive to the change in his mood. One columnist in particular went on and on about the Prince’s dark eyes, how large, and doe-like they had appeared, despite their depth, and warmth. She’d rather enjoyed that bit.

For tonight, she’d wanted to dress in tears of silk and netted fabrics. The Meadows was said to be the pinnacle of nature itself, the homeland of the fae, and hybrid kind. Magic would exist in her world for only one night, but that was already more than what she could ever hope for. Her dress was a warm pigment of peach and was scattered with blossoms. Her hair was pinned up, save for a wavy strand here and there. Her skin would be devoid of any eye-catching jewelry and her makeup would be natural.

She would not pretend as though she belonged, because she didn’t. Yoongi stood in the doorway, wearing his suit more convincingly than she did her dress. Her brother should be more confident. Perhaps after tonight, he would be.

“I look ridiculous.”

She placed the tickets inside her clutch, “Oh, I’m very certain that we both look amazing. The word spiffy is still a thing and we are the definition.”

“Yeah, you should probably refrain from using that as a compliment.”

She laughed at his obvious discomfort, “I’ll be sure to use it at least three times tonight just to spite you.”

“Please do,” Yoongi said, twirling his keys in his hand impatiently. “Make sure to use it on your prince. He’ll then know for sure that you’re an ancient.”

“You wound me, brother.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes, wondering if he’d ever stop rolling them for the duration of the evening. The Meadows was almost an hour by car. They made the most of it by listening to whatever music Yoongi decided to put on, rapping along to old CDs that she’d been forced to listen to time and time again, and for as long as she could remember. His voice was perfect for it, which was why she encouraged him to continue making music, even if their father disapproved of it.

He’d threatened Yoongi with a florist position. It could be done rather easily, since the shop was run by family. Luckily, their father was currently away on business and the timing couldn’t have been more perfect. If he’d been home tonight, she had no idea as to what would have happened. A huge argument, wasted money, and a solitude evening listening to the muddled sounds of Yoongi’s piano.

The Meadows was no longer a guarded territory and for the first time ever, humans were being granted free passage. The new lands held such a dark enchantment, a beauty that was so drastically different from what they’ve ever known that they’d spent the rest of the drive in a state of silent enrapt. They followed the cars in front of them to the castle, which was at the heart of the city. It was a citadel surrounded by forest and closed in by tall gates. Parking was easy enough, as Yoongi handed over his keys to the valet.

“You good? Do you need me to piggyback you?” Yoongi asked, watching as his sister hesitated, stumbling more so than walking. It was a sign that her nerves were getting the best of her. “We didn’t come all this way, dressed up like assholes for nothing, princess. Remember why you wanted to come here. To partake in a historic event, wasn’t it?” It seemed to be working, when he heard her laugh. “Plus, I’m all famished and in dire need of eating sweets off of doilies, or whatever the fuck they serve royals. Let’s at least get some food in our systems.”

She caught his arm, holding onto him for her own stability, “What if I lose my mind in there?”

“Then I’ll find it for you.”

Would it really be that simple?

[misskongnamul]

Yoonji and the Six Wonders

 Still working diligently on the commissions, but after watching RUN BTS ep.11, I had to draw something for it XD 

Maybe after I'm done the commissions, I'll draw a whole comic for this~