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𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄 — 𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑃𝑇𝐸𝑅 𝑇𝐻𝑅𝐸𝐸

OCEAN DRIVE in which a religious girl gets wirled up in a corrupt catholic church’s ties with a dangerous mob. ( a jeon jungkook au )

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: foul language, mob/mafia(??idk), mentions of hell, murder, mild explicit content etc….

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: hi! i hope you’re all enjoying the story so far :))

𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀: 𝟎𝟎𝟏 𝟎𝟎𝟐 𝟎𝟎𝟑

𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁

❝forgive me father, for i have sinned.❞

jungkook.

his name was engraved in the back of my brain, and my voice played it over and over again. i would often find myself in the darkness of my room, softly whispering his addicting name like a mantra, thinking about what it would feel like to have him on top of me. immediately after such filthy thoughts overpowered my weak and tempted body, i would sit up and stare at the portrait of mary staring right at me in shame, later crying out to the almighty father, begging for forgiveness.

i knew that getting on my knees and repeating the Hail Mary wasn't enough. i'd have to go to confession, but how could i confess such thing? saying it out loud made me feel dirty and ashamed. how could i let the devil overpower my body? i prayed. i went to mass. i tried to follow the ten commandments. i had all my faith in God. why had the devil chosen me as his next victim to terrorize, and drive away from the arms of the loving father?

did he expect me to just reject God after all he's done for me? after he saved my father from death, and gave him another chance? after constantly being by my family and i's side, making sure we all made it home safe and sound? he must be incredibly stupid and confident in his supposed skills if he thinks i'm going to betray the one who could obliterate him with the snap of his fingers for a man who makes me sinfully weak in the knees.

two days before i left for college, i sat on this uncomfortable chair with an uneasy feeling dancing at the pit of my stomach, slowly eating me away. with the way my eyes and furrowed brows burned, i could tell i was mistakingly letting my thoughts and feelings out into the world, where anyone who set their eyes on me would begin to pester me with never ending questions.

my eyes bored into the television screen, and i couldn't seem to look away from it. although i followed every step jesus took as he weakly walked to the calvary, carrying our heavy sins on his bloodied and beaten back, my mind was far from thinking about how selfish us humans are. as much as i tried, i couldn't bring myself to concentrate on this heartbreaking film, i couldn't think of anything else but him.

jungkook.

i closed my eyes tightly after finally being able to control my body, sighing quietly in frustration and guilt. a man that i barely knew was taking over my entire world, and as much as i tried to stop it, i couldn't.

i should've felt relieved when the clock struck nine, but i didn't. not when my father called, and said he wouldn't be able to pick me up. he tells me to call a cab, and i tell him i will, but i then realize i don't have any money on me. i couldn't believe what was happening to me, and i wanted nothing more than for this class to go on forever.

i'd have to walk home, and that meant having to walk by the abandoned apartments where he would be. i knew that without a doubt. there wasn't a day that passed by that i didn't see him sitting on the 7th step, cigarette stuck between his sinful lips. the lips that i reminisced about day and night, while i slept and while i was awake. when i was awake, he was all i daydreamed about, and when i was asleep, he was all i dreamed about.... as much as i hated myself for it, i always did.

my father and i were at mass one sunday morning like we usually were, and when it was time to leave, i walked with my head hung low in shame given how i had spent almost the entirety of it with him on my mind. i regretted the decision of looking up, because when i did, i saw him sitting in the far back.

jungkook, a year older than me, and a college dropout like the people at the abandoned apartments.

i felt like my eyes were playing a sick, twisted game on me, but i blinked twice, and he was still there. he smirked at me, which only encouraged my father to pull me closer to him. i could already begin to hear him warning me about becoming one like jungkook in the back of my head.

my father despises him. he might not have had a cigarette between his lips at that very moment, but he still despises the way he's dressed, the way he sits, and the fact that people like him exist. i like to think it's because that's what he used to be.

all i did was cowardly look away with a burning face.

ever since that day, i'd see him in that same spot every sunday. it was almost as if that last bench was the 7th step of the abandoned apartments.

but not once did i dare stop and acknowledge him. my dad and i would eat our bread, drink our wine, and leave without sparing jungkook a second look.

part of me felt bad because maybe he came to church every sunday in hopes that i would finally say something to him. but why should i feel bad for a man who's soon to be my doom?

when i was a few steps away from reaching the abandoned apartments, i felt like throwing up. i saw him sitting on the 7th step, and i couldn't see the cigarette between his sinful lips because his back was towards me, but there wasn't a single bone in my body that thought he didn't have one.

i wrapped my arms around my small figure, somehow thinking this would render me invisible when i passed by him. then i heard his boots repeatedly hitting the metal steps until they hit the pavement, a hand soon wrapping itself around my shoulder.

"what are you doing out here at this hour?" he questions.

it takes me a while to respond because i'm so entranced by his handsome face, and the feeling of his hand against my shoulder, but i soon get ahold of myself. "um, my dad couldn't pick me up from church."

"do you want a ride home?" i know i should say no, that my dad doesn’t like him. he doesn’t like the way he dresses, the way he sits, and the fact that people like him exist, but then i remember the feeling of his sinful lips on mine. i can't help but fail the 7th commandment to the boy that sits on the 7th step of the abandoned apartments, and i begin to hear my voice say, "sure."

he leads me into the alleyway between the abandoned apartments, and his familiar black car comes into view. we get in, but he doesn't start the car. instead, he looks over at me, and i do the same because i miss the sight of his brown eyes.

we remain in a comfortable silence unti he decides to speak up. "can i take you home?"

i feel his hand against my bare thigh in a matter of seconds, causing me to tense at the sudden contact, but i soon relax because i remember it's jungkook—the man i've sinfully craved every night in my room. his name screams danger, my father's warned me before. but here i am, vulnerably sitting before him as his fingers trail further and further up my skirt, and i don't ask him to stop. i don’t want him to stop.

all i can do is repeatedly glance from his lips to his eyes, reminiscing about the feeling of his sinful lips on mine.

"and kiss you?" he leans in closer towards my red face, and smirks at my flustered stance. "would you mind if i took the time to worship your body, and appreciate you?"

my breath hitches in the back of my throat.

worship my body? like i worship God?

a voice in the back of my head screams at me to leave, and run all the way home, because my dad hates him. he hates the way he dresses, the way he sits, and the fact that people like him exist.

he's the addiction the almighty father warns us about, and encourages us to fight with prayers and crucifixes. i know he's staring down at me with hopeful eyes, hoping i don't fall victim to the devil's temptation, and rip his fingers away from the waistband of my underwear just so i can run away.

but i disappoint him greatly when i say,

"i wouldn't."

i accept jungkook's invite.

and i also accept my invite to hell.

the following day, i sit inside the confessional, ready to repent for giving into the devil's temptation. i failed the 7th commandment to the boy who sits on the 7th step of the abandoned apartments. i still feel overwhelmed by the experience, but part of me wants to do it again. it's the part of me that'll soon convince the rest of me to shamelessly get on my knees for jungkook again. just like i do when i kneel down in front of mary, and do the sign of the cross.

jungkook.

i'm alone, but i can still feel the weight of him on top of me as he bites down on my neck, and trails his hands over my chest, down my stomach, and towards the spot where i ache for him the most.

the fact that i'm sitting inside the confessional in order to rid myself of the sin that i want to do again is enough to almost make me run out of there because i don't deserve God's forgiveness. i'm about to promise i'll never do it again, but i know i'm bound to find myself in jungkook's bedroom again, the floorboards painfully pushing against my knees as i look up at him in obedience.

"forgive me father, for i have sinned." i manage to say with a quivering voice.

"what have you done, child?" the pastor asks.

i could never say it out loud. especially not to my father's friend, who can't see me, but probably knows who i am by the sound of my voice.

"i gave into temptation," my hand automatically goes to one of my bruised knees.

the images of jungkook trailing kisses down my spine, my legs wrapped around his waist, and the look i gave myself in the mirror when i took in the love bites all over my neck and chest linger their way into my mind. they were all the things i could never bring myself to say out loud.

"forgive me for what i've done." i urge once more.

"and for what i'm about to do."

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tehyunqs · 5 years ago

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𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄 — 𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑃𝑇𝐸𝑅 𝑇𝑊𝑂

OCEAN DRIVE in which a religious girl gets wirled up in a corrupt catholic church’s ties with a dangerous mob. ( a jeon jungkook au )

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: foul language, mob/mafia(??idk), mentions of hell, murder, etc… .

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: hello, just a quick disclaimer that this au is set in the united states and the oc is not korean. i am in no way trying to erase jungkook’s nationality or any of the other member’s, who will appear in the near future. hopefully this doesn’t offend anyone lol

𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀: 𝟎𝟎𝟏 𝟎𝟎𝟐 𝟎𝟎𝟑

𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁.

❝forgive me father, for i have sinned.❞

i graduated high school two months ago. i showed up bright and beaming to my ceremony, but i was internally dreading the idea of leaving this hell for one reason; having to prepare for the next hell that awaited me; college. i was accepted into a well-known university in the city of New York, and i plan on pursuing a bachelor’s degree in criminal justice. although i wanted to move across the country and attend a school in sunny California, my father couldn’t stop yapping about how awful he and my mother would feel with me hundreds of miles away from their comforting arms. so i decided to please my parents—like i always did—and stay in the big apple.

on this warm august morning, i was forced to begin packing for college, which started in just three days. i wasn’t ready at all, but i told myself i’d get used to it. all i had to do was put my all into this school, and the years would fly by in the blink of an eye.

“valentina, everything ready?” i heard my mother’s voice question me from my bedroom door.

i turned around to look at her and sent her a half smile. “almost.”

i went back to folding my clothes and heard the sound of my mother’s heels begin to click against the floor in front of me as she walked towards my dresser.

“i think you should take this.” i looked up from the black skirt in my grasp, raising my brows at the framed photo she held up. it was one of me and my late brother. i recognized it as the picture she had hanging on her bedroom wall.

i shook my head, “i don’t know.”

my sudden answer caused my mother to look at me in confusion. as if she was trying to figure out if she heard me right. she went to place the picture face down on the dresser and began to walk towards my bed.

“ms. ofelia says it’s not good to keep pictures of the dead up.”

i didn’t know if i used that as an excuse because i cared for him. or because i didn’t feel like seeing his face every time i walked into my dorm.

“why is that?”

i closed my suitcase and zipped it up, using both my hands to place it on the ground. a loud thump was heard once it made contact with the wooden surface.

“it keeps them from reaching the light… . not that he ever will.” i mumbled the last part, which she fully understood.

“valentina, why would you say such a thing?” my mother dramatically exclaimed with wide eyes.

“he took his own life, ma.” i responded bitterly. “God is the only one who gets to decide when you pass on.”

“he—he was so weak… . and selfish.” i could feel my eyes begin to sting as i was on the verge of crying, but i used all of my strength to not let the vulnerable droplets escape. “yeah, he ended his pain. good for him.”

“but he only made ours worse.”

i didn’t realize i failed at keeping the tears inside my eyes until i felt something drop onto my hand. i quickly began to wipe the tears off with the arm of my sweater before clearing my throat and picking up my second suitcase.

“i see… .” my mother began. “i understand why you feel this way, but he’s your brother. your blood. you can’t hate him.”

with all the pain he caused me, yes, i can.

“night, val!“ my head whipped around to follow the sound of my name being called, eyes landing on my coworker—who was more than happy to grab her bag and get ready to leave. i finished refilling the root beer container before grabbing a dry paper towel to wipe the excess of the liquid that managed to drip onto my hand.

“night!” i called out. “be careful!” she sent me a hum of reassurance and finally walked out the door, bell jingling along the way. i looked around the empty diner and took my phone out of my pocket to check the time.

9:50 P.M. only 50 more minutes left to go.

i thought about what i could do to make the time go by faster in this sort-of isolated bar.

this time at night, usually no one walks in here, and i’m left all by myself. it’s rare that someone shows up. i told myself i’d sit down and watch the remainder of the paid programs, but i soon realized there were more bearable things i could occupy myself.

i did not feel like watching martha stewart show off her cooking appliances.

so i grabbed the mop and began cleaning the sticky floors of this place. 20 minutes passed and i had already finished wiping down the counter when i heard the all too familiar bell jingle from the entrance door. heavy footsteps made their way into my ears, causing my body to tense up.

the many Law and Order: SVU episodes i watched created a lot of scenarios in my head.

i turned around and my breath hitched in my throat when i recognized the face as the same one i had seen back at the abandoned apartments. and i could tell he recognized me as well by the way his eyes quickly lit up.

before he could sit down, he decide to ask a question. “hey, are you closed yet?”

all i could do was shake my head for the first few seconds, but i soon got ahold of myself and managed to speak. “you got about a half hour. what can i get you?”

he sent me a smile. “perfect.”

i watched as he sat down in front of me and my hands sneaked to the waistline of my jeans, pulling them up. “i’ve been dying for a bite.”

i sent him a faint smile before turning around to grab my notepad and pen, suddenly feeling his eyes burning into my skin. while it would usually make me uncomfortable, uneasy that someone was staring at me, it boosted my confidence for some odd reason. i turned around and wrote down his order before running to hand it over to the cook.

i returned to fill up the empty cup with the root bear he had ordered, and set it down in front of him.

he picked it up almost immediately and took a long sip, all while maintaining eye contact with me.

he looks really good.

God, what am i thinking?

my lips parted so i could take a short breath and i cleared my throat, turning away, just after he had finished his sip. i walked a bit to my left and my hands reached for the nearest cloth to pretend i was cleaning the counter to save myself—and him—from how awkward i could be.

“what’s your name?“ he questioned a few seconds later.

i looked up from the counter to him.

"valentina.” i simply replied, afraid to make a fool of myself and stutter if i decided to say anything else.

he tilted his head to the side and smirked, giving me a view of his pearly, white teeth. “that’s a pretty name.”

i couldn’t help but feel like the temperature suddenly rose to over a hundred degrees at that very moment. i gave him a small smile and looked down at the wooden surface in front of me before mumbling a small thank you.

“i’m jungkook.” he said, offering his name.

then he smiled.

i wish he hadn’t smiled.

i wish i would’ve just ignored him the rest of the night, because it wasn’t fair. my life was bearable before i met him. i didn’t feel dirty. i didn’t feel like a burden to the creator—the one that could end me with a snap of his fingers. i didn’t feel like a disappointment.

my father always talked about addictions, and he warned me about them. whenever we would pass by the abandoned apartments, he would never miss the chance to tell me, “don’t give into your addictions.” or else i would end up like those college dropouts. i would turn away from staring at the lowlifes and nod over at him, reassuring him that i would never give into any temptation, because i had God by my side, ready to catch me if i felt myself slipping.

my father would smile in content, truly believing that his daughter would go to heaven.

that lonely night at a dimly lit diner, i found my addiction.

when he offered to drive me home, and kissed me before i could retreat to the safety of my room where i laid in bed, reminiscing about the feeling of his pink lips against mine, wishing he was laying beside me, i knew he was the addiction my father warned me about.

a sinfully sweet, life-consuming addiction.

i’m sorry, father.

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tehyunqs · 5 years ago

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I’ve been binging your work and it’s amazing! Keep up the good work!

hi, thank you so much! i really appreciate it :))

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𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐈'𝐕𝐄 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐃

BEST I’VE EVER HAD reader suspects namjoon is cheating on her.

a kim namjoon oneshot.

He's late.

Why is he late?

Should I be suspecting the worse?

Why am I doubting him?

I'm supposed to trust him.

Millions of questions and possible scenarios ran through her mind as she stared at the pouring rain through her window, fingers shakily playing with her diamond ring. The ring that symbolizes she's to be married to the love of her life—(Y/N) only hoped she was the love of his life too. She always asked herself how she could ever doubt that, but the late night coming-back-homes and the painful distance he often brought upon her couldn't help but drill a small hole in her heart, and get her thinking the worst.

Is he cheating on me? She asked herself one night after placing her head on his shoulder as he typed away on the small device he'd been gliding his thumbs across for the past two hours, resulting in him becoming defensive and claiming he never received the privacy he deserved.

"I'm—I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you." She apologized in confusion with wide eyes, lips parting in shock at Namjoon’s sudden outburst. He could only shake his head in disappointment as he rolled his eyes, dismissing her apology and walking out of the room. (Y/N) didn't understand how simply resting her head on his shoulder and lovingly wrapping her arms around him could in any way invade his privacy. She couldn't help but think deeper into his fiasco after noticing how he quickly closed out of the messages app upon feeling her touch. She hated herself for even thinking of him doing such thing after he showered her in lovingly stares and smiles. There was hidden reassurance in those grins that made her feel a little safe.

But now, they didn't show emotion.

They didn't glisten with happiness like they used to. The reassurance was gone, and she was beginning to fear that so was the love he once held for her. She was stuck between confronting him or staying silent, hoping for the worst. As she thought more and more, she found herself asking, What's worse? Having part of him, or not having him at all?

It wasn't until the fourth time he came home late that she finally decided to confront him. Late nights of softly crying herself to sleep made her realize that allowing herself to live a lie was a tremendous, cowardly mistake, and although it'd cost the love of her life, she was determined to accept that lonely and painful fate.

"Where were you?" The question rolled off her lips with the most cold tone she had ever used. He stopped shutting the door midway at the sound of her voice, air caught in his throat. He managed to compose himself after a few seconds and finished closing the door as he kicked his shoes off, trying to act as innocent as possible.

"Uh, with the guys. Went out for a couple of drinks." Part of (Y/N) hoped he would tell her straight out, so she wouldn't have to drag it out of him.

"Please stop lying to me, Namjoon. This—this isn't fair."

Namjoon would be lying if he said he wasn't the least bit scared shitless at this very moment. He shook his worries off with the most charming smile he could put on and slowly inched his way towards her frame. "Darling, why would I be lying to you? It kills me that you could doubt me like this."

He placed his hands on either side of her arms and softly caressed them up and down, before placing a finger under her chin and lifting her head up.

"It's just—you've been so distant lately, and it just doesn't feel the same. You're--everything about you is different. It's like I don't even know you anymore."

"Oh, baby, I'm so sorry. Things at work are taking too much of my time, and.... basically taking over my life. I didn't realize how much this was affecting you. Forgive me, baby girl."

"So, work? That's the excuse you're going for?"

"God, (Y/N), I am hiding nothing. Okay, I need you to trust me, at least a little bit. Work is extremely stressful, and I just needed to cool off."

"Does that also include the other four nights you came home at 3 in the morning?"

Namjoon chuckled and let out a sigh, looking down at the floor for a split second in frustration. "I'm tired. I'm going to sleep."

He began walking away from the confused girl, but was abruptly stopped when she suddenly threw her arms around him and pulled him into the tightest hug. The force she used was strong enough to slightly lower his white dress shirt and jacket, and that's when her suspicions were confirmed. All it took was a quick glimpse at his neck. With a mix of a hundred emotions, she roughly pushed him away from her, causing him to stumble back onto the wall. The tears she had been holding back found their way down her cheeks, and they seemed endless.

"You lying, cheating asshole. How could you do this to me? I gave you everything I ever had, and this is how you repay me!"

Namjoon was speechless, trying to find the right words to help his case, but nothing he would come up with could ever fix this broken heart.

"(Y/N), please—"

"I just wasn't good enough for you, right? What did I do, or what do I have, or don't have, that made you go out there and be with someone else? I thought I was all you ever needed."

"No, no, (Y/N), you are! You're the best I've ever had, don't you ever doubt that—"

"How could I not if you're out there fucking some other bitch, huh? If I really am the best you've ever had, then you wouldn't be cheating." The tears had now ceased, and she didn't find herself building anymore up. Was this it? Was this finally the last time she'd ever cry over him?

"I'm so, so sorry, (Y/N), you deserve better than this. I don't—I don't know what I was thinking, I wasn't myself. I love you, and only you."

He scrambled through his jackets pocket and fidgeted for his phone. "Look, I'll— I'll—I'll end this right now, but please don't—"

"—Please, don't what? Leave you? That's exactly what I'm going to do, Namjoon."

The boy's eyes watered in fear and regret as he began to process her words. "No, (Y/N)—"

"I don't wanna live a lie." She reached towards her ring finger and painfully slipped the diamond ring off, extending her arm out for Namjoon to take it. He shook his head, set on not receiving it.

"Don't do this, (Y/N), I'm nothing without you. I'm so sorry." He looked so helpless and awful as he stood there with rivers of tears flooding the room and a broken heart full of regret and disbelief.

"I may have lost someone who didn't love me, but you lost someone who truly loved you with all they ever had."

And with that, she walked out the door in the middle of the dark night with the moon illuminating the way to her destiny, leaving a distraught boy and his ring on the floor of that small apartment, thinking how stupid he was, because it wasn't until that moment that he realized, he truly did lose the best he'd ever had.

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tehyunqs · 5 years ago

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𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

LATE NIGHT CONFESSIONS a lonely teenage girl, who’s in search of comfort and closure, confesses her troubles to the guy who just broke into her house.

a min yoongi oneshot.

"oh my god, yes!" you cheered at your television, jumping up slightly from your comfortable position on your bed. "olivia benson, you've done it again! i love you!" you couldn't help the huge grin that plastered itself onto your face when the detective uncovered the 20-year-old unsolved murder case, and rushed to arrest the culprit before he could escape to jamaica.

this was how you usually spent your summer vacation. you sleep at the time you usually wake up for school, which is around 6 am, watching and re-watching episodes of law and order: svu, and wake up at the time you arrive home from school.

you followed the same routine everyday. wake up at 2 p.m., clean the house, eat, and go to sleep at 6 a.m.

you would be lying if you said you weren't desperate to run out into the woods behind tour house in search of an adventure. anything that didn't force you to clean this darn house everyday, putting up with your mother's constant screams and insults.

you picked up your remote control and clicked a few buttons to select a new episode, reaching into your bag of chips only to find it empty.

realizing you'd have to abandon the comforts of your bed to get more food from downstairs, you groaned in frustration, and put on your slippers before heading towards the kitchen.

you rummaged through the cabinets in search of something that would satisfy your needs, finally deciding on a pack of cookies and the box of your favorite cap'n crunch cereal.

when you finally settled on the kitchen table, you held up the spoonful of cereal up to your mouth, but before you could take a bite, a strange shuffling that came from the living room caught your attention. you froze in your spot, blood running cold at the noises, afraid you were just moments away from encountering the dead woman your mother and relatives had warned you about.

your mind began to look for other possibilities in order to keep your composure, but when it couldn't, you thought about what you had done recently to deserve her haunting.

of course you had talked back to your parents, insulted your siblings, and lied about who had eaten the last forbidden brownie that was supposed to be for your father, blaming it in your little sister when it had actually been you, but you kept telling yourself you were innocent. as if the freaky woman could read your mind or better yet; believe you.

the sudden noise of heavy footsteps then filled your ears, and you were about to make a run for the backyard door to receive your dog's protection when whoever or whatever it was giving you goosebumps suddenly came into your view. and it was definitely not a creepy woman dressed in white with long black hair covering half of her face.

with the spoonful of cereal still near you mouth, you stared wide eyed at the stranger, who looked no older than 20, before you, mouth hanging open at the surprising reveal. he appeared to be just as shocked as you when he stopped dead in his tracks obviously not expecting anybody to be awake at three-in-the-morning, and certainly not eating in the kitchen.

you both stared at each other for a good two minutes before you decided to break the uneasy tension. "uh. . . . what are you doing in my house?" your arm was beginning to sting from prolonged period of time it was spending in the air, but you could barely feel the forming pain.

he stayed silent for a couple of minutes, trying to think of any other reason than for the one he was actually here for, but obviously came up with nothing convincing. "um. . . . robbing your house. . . ?"

his awkward and nervous tone gave away the fact that this was definitely his first rodeo. his stance and innocent face wasn't threatening to you, so instead of running for help, you kept your curious gaze on him while slowly inching the spoon closer to your mouth, chewing on the soggy cereal that had been patiently waiting to be devoured for a good ten minutes.

your mind was blank of any sarcastic responses, so you did what you did best; stood silent while making your opponent uncomfortable under your burning stare. this was a superpower your mother kindly passed on to you, but you had to admit hers was much more deadlier than yours.

when he nervously reached into his waistband and pulled out a gun, you instantly knew your superpower had once again succeeded. your hands immediately flew into the air in surrender, eyes wide when you realized someone was literally pointing a gun at you.

"woah, dude, hold on." you began. "i'm sixteen-years-old, literally half your size! what am i gonna do? jump on your leg and bite it?"

yoongi, the unknown man to you, realized you were right. but instead of surrendering, he ordered you to shut up and sit on the kitchen floor right by the sink. "alright, do whatever you want with me, just don't hurt my family."

"i'm not gonna do anything to you or hurt your family." he grimaced, feeling slightly offended you suggested he'd be capable of harming a teenage girl and her family.

you raised your brows at him and nodded slightly, watching as he placed his only weapon on the kitchen island, at your arms reach by the way, and began to rudely rummage through your living room. you guessed he was looking for valuable things to resell or pawn. your eyes would glance at the gun every so often and you contemplated on whether or not to pull it on hum, but he was honestly too cute, so you didn't.

"hey, what's your name?"

you expected him to completely ignore you, but was proven wrong when you heard his deep voice. "yoongi."

"cool, i'm (y/n)."

"don't care."

"nice."

a few minutes that consisted of you drumming your fingers against the floor tiles, your occasional humming or whistling, and yoongi shushing you went by, and you honestly had never been so bored in your entire sixteen years of existence. and you once had to sit through mrs. smith's 3-hour-long algebra two lecture.

"you're not a professional robber, are you?" you questioned the man, who was currently occupied with your father's macbook.

"of course i am." he spat back, which made you tilt your head in confusion.

"really?" you pursed your plump lips. "because you're not even wearing a mask or gloves. which would be at the top of my list if i were to plan out a robbery."

he ripped his gaze from the laptop to glare at you. "shut up."

"i'm just sayin'." you raised your arms up in defense. you almost laughed when you saw his reaction, but managed to keep your composure. "i'd probably be a better robber than you."

fed up with your constant talking, he slammed the laptop shut and picked it up before walking over to you. "oh, yeah? how?" he challenged.

"well, for starters, i'd wear a mask and gloves, so if you were to get caught, they wouldn't be able to identify you. and you wouldn't leave any evidence at the crime scene." you held up your hands so that your palms were facing him. "like your fingerprints."

when he didn't respond, you glanced at his naked hand resting against your kitchen counter and nodded towards it. he followed your gaze and quickly removed it, feeling slightly embarrassed.

"i also wouldn't leave your only weapon right next to your hostage, who's, by the way, untied!" your hands formed two fists as you held them up sarcastically in the air, his eyes slowly narrowing at your annoying. but good explanation.

"oh, and last but not least, i wouldn't stand in full view of a security camera." you couldn't help but burst out laughing when his eyes widened and he quickly ducked as if he would no longer be recorded.

"pfft, i'm kidding. there is no security camera." you chuckled when he glared at you.

"no, wait, i'm not kidding, it's right there." you pointed towards the top of your fridge as his eyes followed your finger. "i don't think it works though. it's been like two years since i saw the alarm guys come up here."

yoongi sighed and stood up from his hiding spot. "you're a real piece of work, kid, you know that?" you hummed in response while shrugging your shoulders.

"i try." you weakly responded back.

you slightly tensed when he sat down next to you, but quickly relaxed.

"truth is," he began with a sigh. "this is my first time doing something like this. i've never even stolen as much as a candy bar from the store."

"and what made you take this drastic step?"

"desperation, i guess." he raised a hand in the air to run it through his mint colored hair before letting it fall down to his lap. "my sister is sick and i can't afford half her medications. i've looked endlessly for jobs, but it's always a dead end."

your eyes widened at his words, wondering if he actually meant to share this with you.

"well, i know that it's hard, but you need to keep trying." you glanced over at the vulnerable boy. "get out there and keep looking for a job so that you earn your money honorably. because although i don't know you at all, i do know that you'll regret it if you go through with this, and earn your money this way."

yoongi turned to look over at you and was about to ope his mouth when the sound of someone coming down the stairs interrupted him. you shot up and grabbed him by the air, quickly shoving him inside of the downstairs bathroom despite his protests. "shut up! do you wanna go to jail?" you angrily whispered, slamming the door close before he could respond.

you walked towards the table and sat down, acting as if you hadn't just formed a weird bond with the guy who had just broken into your house, and shoved him into the downstairs bathroom. you stared at your melted cereal, anxiously waiting for your mom to appear. you had learned to distinct your mother's footsteps from your father's. they sounded the same to everyone else, but you were the only one who could tell the slight difference.

"(y/n), what are you doing?" you looked up at the sound of your mother's voice and smiled slightly at her.

"eating."

"of course." she shook her head, reaching into the fridge for a water bottle. "keep sneaking into the kitchen at four a.m, and you'll end up rolling across the street like your cousin johanna. you're almost there." normally you would be unaffected by her words, but the fact that yoongi could hear her made you cringe.

"love you too, mom." you responded sarcastically. you wanted to let her know you could give a rat's ass about the way she talked to you, but it completely slipped through her mind.

she ignored you, choosing to take a sip from her bottle before placing it on the kitchen counter. the same spot that yoongi had left his fingerprints on.

"i have to go to the bathroom." she announced.

"no!" you immediately shot up from your seat, causing her to stop and turn to look at you. "um, it's clogged. sorry, i went in there."

your mother sighed and placed her middle and pointer fingers on either side of her temples. "god, (y/n), you can't even go to the bathroom without messing something up."

you pursed your lips at her, slightly raising your arms up in defense. "couldn't help myself."

"just go to sleep, okay? i have to leave earlier than expected tomorrow--today, and i want this house clean before i come back."

you slowly nodded at her. you could feel your palms begin to sweat anxiously, afraid yoongi might make a noise, and force your mother to investigate, which would then result in him sitting in the back of a flashing car, and you grounded for the rest of your life.

"your father is not going to be happy about that clogged toilet."

you tilted your head to the side, smiling at her. "i'll send him my regards."

your mother rolled her eyes at you before finally leaving. you waited until you heard her door slam shut to shove yoongi out of the bathroom.

"does she always talk to you like that?"

you waved a hand in front of him dismissively. "yeah, but it's whatever. i'm used to it."

"it's not whatever." yoongi pushed, much to your dismay. "you might be her kid, but she needs to respect you."

you both walked back to the kitchen, sitting down near the kitchen seat where you once were. you sighed, turning so that your whole body was facing him.

"there's no way that's gonna get through her thick skull. her's or my dad's! it's just—" you sighed, taking a break before continuing. "i don't understand! you have no idea how hard i tried my best to please them. i—i tried doing everything like they wanted. but no matter how hard i tried, it was never enough."

"so you just gave up." yoongi finished for you. you nodded your head, looking down at the ground when you felt tears beginning to build up in your eyes, but you did your best to contain them.

"yeah, 'cause what's the point? they tell me that i'm never gonna go anything or anyone in life, and i—" you quickly stopped yourself once you processed the words that were about to come out of your mouth, finally realizing what's been holding you back these past couple of years.

"you what?"

"i guess i believed them."

you and yoongi talked for hours in the comforts of each other's presence. it wasn't until you saw the daylight beginning to peak in through the blinds that you knew this comforting conversation would need to come to a stop.

"my mom's about to get up. you need to go."

yoongi nodded, heading towards the front door, but you stopped him, alerting him about the alarm system that goes off every time someone opens the door. you pointed towards the window he had originally broken into, causing him to blush a crimson red in apology.

"wait, aren't you gonna take anything?" you questioned in confusion.

he shook his head, smiling down at you. "nah, you're too nice."

before he could finally climb out through the window, he turned back to look at you. "are you gonna call the cops on me?"

you tilted your head to the side and placed a finger against yourself chin, pretending to think before dropping the act. "nah, you're too nice."

"but, hey! if i see your face on the news, i won't hesitate to visit you in prison, and beat you up!"

yoongi chuckled and shook his head. "don't worry about it, kid. this is the last time i pull something like this."

with that, he sent you one last smile before finally heading down the road, in search of a new more honorable path.

for years, you hadn't heard from yoongi again, and you'd be lying if you said you never thought of him again, wondering if he had managed to keep his promise.

but one night as you relaxed on your day off from constantly saving lives at your local hospital, you bumped into a familiar man, who just couldn't wait to tell you about the successful business he started one week after he broke into your house all those years ago.

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𝐃𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄?

DO YOU WANNA DANCE? begins in the bathroom of a house party, and ends with a haunting thought.

a jeon jungkook oneshot

He struggles to get past the crowded halls filled with the sweaty bodies of so many nobody’s. His hands are landing on every door they can as his eyes search for the bathroom of this house party. He’s drunk, stumbling, and constantly bumping into people—which earns him many looks of annoyance from those being pushed. But he can only sigh in relief as he finally finds the bathroom. His shaky legs manage to stumble him in and his hands search for the door to slam it shut. He falls onto the floor, resting his back against the cold wall as the muffled, ongoing song abruptly changes into another; going from a basic hip hop beat to one that can get you high when the first electric guitar note begins to smoothly play.

“It’s my party and I’ll cry to the end. You must try harder than kissing all of my friends.”

This makes him ask himself why he even shed the slightest tear for that girl he gave his everything to. She went around trying to get with his friends, but he ended up being the only sore loser because he stayed, thinking she would change. He shrugs his shoulders at the thought of her, and tells himself he’ll get over it.

“Forget you.” He lazily mumbles.

The light of this enclosed space isn’t the typical warm white. Instead, it’s a deep and dark neon blue. The type of blue that makes him close his eyes in delight and finally feel at peace once he starts to ignore the chatter of the people outside, and the only thing he hears is the record playing. His eyes are landing on every inch of his surroundings. And he can’t help but pay extra close attention to the small designs and markings on the tiled floor, which slowly start to transform into beautiful, colorful abstract images. His index finger begins to trace the patterns on these galactic colored shapes, earning a small smile. The sound of the drums suddenly becomes in sync with his pulse making him realize he can hear his heart beating in his ears. He cradles his head in the palm of his hands.

The drums only become louder and louder. Stronger and stronger.

“And you’re alive. At least as far as I can tell you are. And so am I.”

He begins to wonder if he’s even here; alive. He looks down at his arm and gives himself a hard pinch, flinching when the pain rushed through his veins. Okay, I am alive, but am I really here?

He looks up from the floor and his eyes land on the walls as his vision suddenly becomes engulfed in colors and shapes that weren’t even here to begin with. A glistening kaleidoscope is left for him to witness things he had never thought of before, making them the most beautiful sight. And how majestic the beat of the song sounds. This is enough to make him realize he isn’t here. I am not here.

If I’m not here then where am I? Could I be in heaven?

He chuckles to himself. There’s no way in hell he’s in heaven. Too many lies, too many sins he’s committed without remorse and without thinking things through. If not in heaven, where else can he witness such beautiful images?

Suddenly, he manages to hear a soft voice calling out for him through the loud sound of the song.

“Yeah, it takes a bit more. Yeah, it takes a bit more than you.”

He looks up and through his lazy, colored vision, he spots the silhouette of a girl, and as she gets closer and closer, he finally gets a better view.

Her dark mahogany eyes are shining brighter than the moon on a sad, dark, and starless sky. The type of night that allows you to lay alone in bed with music blasting at full volume, and suddenly you begin to feel like you’re floating. Like you’re laying on a cloud. All he can hear afterwards is a soft and addicting voice as his confirmation.

“You are here.”

He reaches a hand out to touch her. To make sure she’s actually here and that he isn’t crazy. When he feels the softness of her long, brown locks, he smiles faintly to himself. She’s much more dashing than the kaleidoscope shapes and colors he had witnessed. And there’s a bright white light glowing around her. His eyes land on her pink lips and they’re moving, which makes him realize she’s talking, but he’s too distracted by her goddess like features to hear her words. All he can think about is how gorgeous she is, he’s never seen an angel as beautiful as her.

He watches her smile at him as she shakes her head.

“I’m no angel.” This makes him chuckle in disbelief. He thinks, an angel would never tell someone if they are an angel or not because they’d be giving away their identity.

“No, really, I’m not.” She softly laughs.

He leans closer to her and whispers once his hands are touching her hair once again, “It’s okay. Your secret is safe with me.” He surprises himself when he hears his own words, surprised at how he was able to get them out when his throat felt like it was on fire.

“You’re silly.” She giggles, causing him to faintly see the white light glow around her again before it disappears in the blink of an eye.

“I like this song. Do you?” She questions him a few seconds later. She stands up and starts moving around to the beat of the song.

“And I say, Do you wanna dance? Do you wanna dance?”

He nods his head enthusiastically. “Yeah, I do.” He watches her sway from one place to another before she stops and crouches in front of him.

“C'mon, let’s get out of here.”

And as if she was reading his mind, wordlessly, he allows her to take his hand and sweep him off his feet.

The song keeps playing in the back of Jungkook’s head. It was never ending. Once it finished, it begun all over again. And every time she smiles, it only grows louder and louder. He can only watch her in awe as her happy frame ran ahead of him into the empty field, laughing and being care-free. She looks so celestial and unreal in that very moment.

She glows.

He runs after her, falling down onto the grass the second she did. Comfortable silence is what remained until he decides to break it, asking her for her name.

She only smiles and starts talking. And once again, he’s too distracted to fully comprehend what she was saying.

Dance. Alone. Here. You.

He hears her beautiful laugh once more and she stands up, reaching out to grab his hands.

“And I say, do you wanna dance? Do you wanna dance in the bar at the back of the hall?”

“I’m not a good dancer.” He begins to protest but she’s already humming and spinning around to whatever song was playing in her mind. But all he can hear is the song you.

The song starts all over again. Almost as if however or whatever was playing it knew he was about to start swaying around along with the dashing goddess in front of him.

“And you’re a liar. At least all of your friends are. And so am I.”

The sky suddenly turns a bright pink with hints of blue, purple, and orange here and there. Different colored swirls that sparkle begin to move around the two bodies that danced without a care in the world.

“It’s like we’re floating!” She exclaims. And he closes his eyes to imagine she is—like a beautiful angel—before many things start to invade his vision.

Long, soft brown hair. Bokeh. Laughter. Electric guitar.

And for once in his life he feels free.

And wanted.

He wakes up with a gasp. His head is pounding and all he can hear is the sound of construction workers outside. The room he’s in is unrecognizable, and it should alert him that he might be in danger, but it soon passes through his mind. A shaky breath leaves his lips as if he can’t believe he’s alive, so he looks down and pinches his arm. He was surprised to feel a hint of pain. He groans the moment he feels his throat begin to pulse and burn.

He looks around, trying to find someone in particular but finds no sign of anybody. And his fingers begin to graze over the soft mattress until he feel something solid.

He picks up what feels like a small, almost pellet sized item and when he raises it up to meet his eyes, he recognizes it as an LSD pill.

Did I take this last night?

He begins to fear that she wasn’t real after all. And that he was back to feeling alone and broken.

Had she been a figment of my imagination?

He stares back at the pink pill as if it’ll give him the answer he wants.

And suddenly he begins to hear the faint sound of a drum and electric guitar in the back of his head along with a soft voice.

“And I say, do you wanna dance? Do you wanna dance?”

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𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄 — 𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑃𝑇𝐸𝑅 𝑂𝑁𝐸

OCEAN DRIVE in which a religious girl gets wirled up in a corrupt catholic church’s ties with a dangerous mob. ( a jeon jungkook au )

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: foul language, mob/mafia(??idk), mentions of hell, murder, etc. . . .

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: hello! wtf i literally published a story like 10 minutes ago, and i’m already receiving so many kind messages!! THANK YOU SO SO MUCH!! to celebrate, i’m publishing this jungkook series a little earlier than expected! enjoy :’)))

━ ❝forgive me father, for i have sinned.❞

“do you know your prayers?” i had to fight the urge to roll my eyes when the question slipped through my father’s lips. my eyes focused on the road ahead of me as i nodded my head.

“if you don’t pass this year, i’m going to be very disappointed, valentina.” i hummed in response, not caring for anything religious at the moment. don’t get me wrong, i enjoy learning the word of God, and everything i need to follow to be able to walk into heaven. but it’s just blatantly boring to me sometimes.

my life consists of these two things; school and church. my father was a priest after all. he decided to convert when he almost lost his life to his addiction to heroin. he said God have him a second chance, and he was devoted to him ever since.

but i always got a weird vibe off of this church. the priests looked and sounded like hypocrites when they flaunted their thousand dollar watches and jewelry, and drove into the church’s parking lot in expensive cars.

hypocrites because they always talked about needing to be humble to have eternal paradise and yet they want all the riches on the earth.

we were currently on our way to the church for my oh-so-fun-and-interesting weekly class. i am so dying to be there for three straight hours.

we passed by the beat up apartment building we always did. i always knew it was a hangout for those up-to-no-good folks, so i never paid any attention to it. until this very day, when i spotted a rather handsome boy. he looked no older than 25 and wore a black leather jacket accompanied with worn out jeans and black leather boots. he had a cigarette in between his lips and i never thought i’d say this, but he made smoking look very attractive. (but overall it’s not a good thing; people die).

before his eyes met mine, i leaned up in my seat to get a better look at him, and when they did, i quickly turned back to look at the road ahead with crimson red cheeks.

gosh, i must’ve looked like such a creep just staring.

my father caught where i was looking and shook his head. “i don’t understand why those lowlifes don’t put out their cigarettes and start going to church.” my father began to complain about the teens and young adults we had just passed. all i did was remain silent. for a priest, he sure loved criticizing the people out here.

“the word of God can get them out of this mess! help them cope with their addictions!”

“dad, we’re not at the altar.” i bluntly reminded him with a drip of sarcasm, referring to his loud voice and how i knew he was going to unknowingly start preaching.

he turned to look over at my annoyed expression before stopping the car at a red light. “do you not enjoy talking about God?”

i knew he was waiting for me to make eye contact by the way he wouldn’t dare turn back to check the light. all i did was keep my stare straight away, causing him to give up and sigh.

“the light turned green.” i dryly ignored his question.

he stepped on the accelerator once more after he pursed his lips at my reaction. “answer me, val.”

i gave him a light shrug as my fingers played with the hem of my skirt. “i do.”

“then why the long face?”

“i don’t know what you’re talking about. this is my everyday face.”

“try to be a little more excited about where you’re going, valentina.” that was all that was said before we finally arrived at the place i most dreaded at the moment. i had my days when i was actually looking forward to come here. but today was just one of those days.

i got out of the car and before i could slam the door shut, my father leaned over to look at me one last time, “you pay attention okay?”

“mhm.” i responded and finally shut the door. i turned back around as i heard him drive out the church’s exit.

as i stared at the front door, my eyes diverted back to the exit. i began to contemplate on wether or not to become weak and skip the class. i’ve only ever done such a thing once; at school when i had no intentions of hearing ms. curtis’ annoying, squeaky voice for an hour and a half.

after a few more seconds of bitter hesitation, i reluctantly reached out to grab the door and stepped inside the well-kept church.

just two more months and i finish my confirmation. almost there.

the walls were decorated with luxurious religious paintings; from the great annunciation to the death of the savior. each testament of the Bible was painted in its own unique way. expensive crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling in every room as well as crosses made out of gold and silver. this church practically screamed and exploded in riches.

my feet took me to where they always did when i was dropped off for my weekly class. my head hung low and my shoes walking across the tile floors were all that my eyes focused on.

that is, until i heard a voice call out my name.

“ah, valentina!” i looked up and met eyes with one of the priests of the church. “so glad to see you here! going to your confirmation class, i assume.”

i stopped walking once he was a few feet from me. i sent him a small smile as i nodded. “yes, father, i am.”

“tell me, how’s everything going? anything you need to confess?”

the question caught me off guard but i shook it off. “um… . no.” this priest always gave me an odd feeling.

confession?

i always told myself to be careful with him. my eyes began to search everywhere else but his.

he began to inch towards me a bit more and stopped the moment i stepped backwards. “make sure you make a confession once a year. God won’t let dirty girls inside his paradise.”

with that, he sent me another creepy smile and left. he didn’t seem to be bothered by my furrowed brows and disgusted expressions.

all i did was shake my head in disappointment before looking down at the ground and mumbling, “damn creep.”

not long after, i entered my classroom and was immediately greeted by my catechist.

“valentina, how are you?”

i gave her an uneasy smile—which completely went over her head—and sat down in my usual seat. “good, thanks.”

class began ten minutes later. and for some reason i couldn’t get that boy out of my head.

i wonder if he’ll be there tomorrow.

i asked myself why that thought even appeared in my head. there was no way in hell i was going to walk myself to those apartments just to steal a little glance at him.

going there would be the same as walking right into death’s arms.

little did i know that meeting him would be worse.

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𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐔𝐓 — 𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑃𝑇𝐸𝑅 𝑂𝑁𝐸

HEART OUT in which an angel is sent down to earth to change the reckless ways of the boy she was assigned to protect before his time runs out. ( a kim taehyung au )

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: foul language, toxic masculinity, mentions of hell, etc. . . .

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: hello! uh, wattpad sucks and people on there don’t give a shit about my work, so i thought that i’d come back to tumblr just to give it a second try! hope you enjoy this little series :’)))

the moment God told eden her last mission before finally becoming one with the archangels she knew it would be almost impossible to accomplish it. the person she'd been assigned to guard didn't quite turn out the way she hoped. the little boy who always talked about becoming a lawyer to help his single-mother out disappointed her greatly when he turned into everything she feared. sure, he became successful in the educational and career fields and was the youngest CEO of a very rich and famous enterprise. but he was very empty inside.

drugs, the never ending one-night stands, the selfishness, his egotistical, conceited mind and personality. eden felt ashamed of herself because it was as if like she wasn't any good at her job. sure she sometimes made sure that the right people crossed his path and twisted things around so they'd go his way, but no matter what she did, he always made the wrong decisions.

so the angel gave her father a determined nod and furrowed her brows, attempting to look as serious as ever, but ended up mimicking a cute bunny trying to be mad. "you got it, dad." he sent her down to the earth and within his heart, he knew eden would be able to complete her mission; change the boy's heart.

the girl landed face first on a large, rural area.

"ow." came a muffled groan from her lips.

eden placed her palms on the ground and lifted the top half of her body up to look around at her surroundings. "you could've been a little nicer on the landing!" she called out to the sky, knowing her father could hear her. eden stood up and softly sighed when she looked down and saw her white dress covered in dirt.

all of a sudden, as she occupied herself in patting the brown particles off, a loud, startling rumble was heard in the sky, causing the girl to shriek and jump in surprise.

she lifted her hands up in surrender and looked back up at the dark sky. "dang, okay, my bad."

the angel's eyes scanned her surroundings. she could make out a large farm house on the other side of the field with a strip of wind turbines behind it. there was a dirt road in front of it as well.

"follow the road, eden." she nodded her head and obliged as white combat boots lead their owner across the grass to the road.

kim taehyung was at his favorite bar with the bad influences he's proud to call friends. he was on his eighth glass of the strongest whiskey the bar had to offer as he and his buddies listened intently to steven jeong's absurd mentality.

"i'm leaving areum." he announced all of a sudden. as the two other men beside him raised their eyebrows in curiosity, tae, in his expensive black & white suit and tie, leaned back to stretch his glass out towards the bartender for another drink. once he was given what he asked for, he settled back into his seat with eyes glued onto the talking man.

"i don't know, man. she just got annoying. being around her makes me feel. . . ." steven's mildly drunken mind tried to search for the right word to describe his feelings, but shrugged his shoulders when he received nothing. "i don't even know anymore. . . . she got fat. doesn't look like she did when we first met."

"i mean she did give birth three times." park jimin tried to defend the woman. steven ignored jimin's justification, but mentally told him off.

"the other day i was sitting on the couch, right? just watching t.v. and she walks in, telling me to go wash the dishes and sweep the kitchen. i get home after a long day from work. i want to relax. and she expects me to do her job? that shit doesn't fly with me."

tae and another friend of theirs began mumbling in response, nodding their heads, except for jimin, who could only shake his.

"so, you're throwing away two years of marriage over cleaning and because she's not "hot" anymore?" jimin scoffed. steven clenched his jaw as he abruptly turned to face him.

steven stood up from his seat. "hey, stop making it sound like i'm the asshole, alright?"

"i'm not gonna cover it up." jimin declared with his arms raised defense. "how else am i supposed to make it sound like?"

"not make me sound like an asshole!"

"you're a fucking piece of shit." jimin grumbled under his breath.

"hey, taehyung, why'd you invite this bum, anyway? i've told you hundreds of time i don't like him." steven turned to look at tae with his hand pointed towards jimin and an accusatory expression.

it was a first jimin heard something like this from him. of course, he's always noticed how uneasy and annoyed steven feels when he's around but he never said anything to his face. the alcohol triggered something in him.

"let it go, steven." taehyung groaned in response.

"always such a fucking buzzkill, man!"

off to the side, a random man turned around and pleaded steven to take it outside. "my night isn't about to be ruined by some punks."

long story short, after a few more rude exchanges, a large brawl broke out between greg mendel, the other friend, the annoyed man, and his friends. not wanting to be a part of this, a small smile spread across tae's face when he managed to slip out unnoticed without a single scratch.

the man sat back down in the back of the bar, making sure to take a seat significantly far from the large fight—which was now slowly coming to an end as big security men began to pull them apart from each other. taehyung chuckled and looked down at the floor with a shake of his head, shaking his head. once he was finally looking up again, his eyes landed on a beautiful brunette woman who danced the night away. he instantly become intrigued by her. his eyes roamed her body and moves, feeling a small shiver run down his spine at the sight of her in a tight black dress that stopped at mid-thigh.

the girl suddenly locked eyes with him. her eyes followed his hand, and she watched as his fingers wrap around the transparent cup, the golden watch on his wrist impossible not to notice. she sent him a shy smile as she pulled a strand of her hair behind her ear, and in return the side of tae's lips curled upwards.

eden was currently sitting in taehyung's living room after four hours of nonstop walking. she would've used her wings to fly and it definitely would've taken much shorter to arrive, but God rid her of her angelic powers before sending her down for some unknown reason to eden.

her eyes roamed around his expensive penthouse and she couldn't help but shake her head in disappointment.

kim taehyung had everything, but not everything.

the sound of keys desperately trying to unlock the door caught eden's attention as she leaned back on the couch with her head turned towards the door. she then decided to rest her arm on the top of the couch.

the sight of a familiar man and an unknown woman entered the room with their hands and lips all over each other.

nothing unusual for taehyung.

it wasn't long before eden made herself present when her chirpy voice spoke up in the dark, "hey, sweetie, do you want this to go anywhere?"

the engaged pair quickly pulled apart in shock and looked down at the sitting girl with confused expressions on their faces—but taehyung's was much worse.

"who the hell are you?!" he questioned in a panic, but his tone was more demanding.

"look," eden began and stood from the couch. "i know you want to wake up tomorrow with him by your side, and i know that you want this to go somewhere, but that's not gonna happen. you'll wake up alone with nothing but a note on the nightstand that reads 'hey, i had a fun time. let's meet up some other time. call me'. because this sir here," eden pointed her finger at tae. "left for work and he doesn't care about you. he used you."

"you'll be calling, and calling, but he won't pick up. ever. trust me, it happens every single time a girl walks in through that door. so, unless you want to waste your time, i suggest you go on your merry way." eden concluded with a grin.

the girl looked between the beautiful angel and taehyung, who had an uneasy smile plastered onto his face with raised brows. "um...." the girl nervously began. ".... i'll go on my merry way."

"have a good life." she waved goodbye before walking out the door.

"wise choice!" eden grinned once the door slammed shut and raised her arms out in front of her a tiny bit. "proud of you!"

taehyung turned to look at the stranger with the same confused and horrified expression from before. "again, who the hell are you?! i'm—i'm calling the police if you—"

"i, eden, am your guardian angel." she introduced herself as she took a small bow, leaving the boy a hundred times more confused.

"are you—are you serious? you're being serious right now?!"

"uh, yeah, man, i've been watching over you since december 30th, 1995." the nervous boy reached into his pocket for his phone, and shook his head as his long fingers shakily pressed the green icon at the bottom of the screen.

"you're crazy!" he laughed. "i'm—" before taehyung had the chance to dial the police, the phone suddenly exploded and flew across the room. "wha—"

eden looked up at the roof of the house and pressed her hands on the side of her mouth, giving the impression of a megaphone. "thanks, dad! i really appreciate it!"

"okay, that was weird." he stated with furrowed brows, finger pointing at the shattered phone on the floor.

"here's the deal, tae. . . . your time is running out. you’re gonna die in a few years." taehyung's eyes widened at the words being thrown around like nothing.

"wait, wha—"

"and you exactly didn't turn out the way i expected you to turn out. you see, God created the Ten Commandments for you humans to follow, and go to heaven. you've broken every single one of them. even murder because although you didn't kill anyone physically, the things you say to others are not exactly the nicest."

"like the girl who asked you out a few weeks ago, and you laughed in her face, and said no because she looks like a cow...." taehyung's lips formed an o shaped when he realized she was telling the truth about being a guardian angel.

"yeah, you killed her self esteem. and that girl is now starving herself because of you."

an awkward silence followed soon after as tae's eyes fell to the ground in shame. he began to regret his words.

"also didn't expect you to commit adultry." eden inquired as she placed on her arms on either side of her waist. this made taehyung wish she'd stop rubbing his mistakes in his face already. "shame on you and that—at the time—married lady."

eden placed the palm of her hand on her forehead as she rested the other on her hip in disappointment. she sighed before looking up at the roof of the penthouse. "God, what did i do wrong?" she questioned helplessly.

"anyways," she waved her hand in front of taehyung, dismissively. "um, so you need to change before you die, because you're gonna go down...."

the girl stepped closer to the boy and placed a hand on his shoulder as the other occupied itself by pointing down at the ground. "there." she whispered, slowly nodding.

a lump formed in the back of tae's throat. he cautiously watched as eden took a few steps back and he couldn't help but feel a bit frightened when memories of a few of his sins began to linger into his mind.

"i've known you your whole life. it kills me to see you do all these things. the drugs, the one-night stands, how highly you think of yourself. you need to be humble. i don't know what i'm going to do with myself if i'm not able to help you save yourself from your possible fate."

eden once again walked up to tae and placed both of her hands on his shoulders, raising her head up a bit to meet eyes with the frightened boy.

she smiled up at him with the most humble eyes he'd ever seen. "i'm going to figure your heart out."

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𝑴𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻. ♡

𝑶𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑯𝑶𝑻𝑺 ↴

˗ˏˋ 𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐊𝐉𝐈𝐍 ˎˊ˗

my darkest hours ━ kim seokjin embarks on a dangerous affair with his fiance’s sister. ( C. S )

i used to feel the rush ━ there’s an urban legend about a taxi cab that doesn’t take you where you want to go, but rather where you need to go. one night, you decide to step into this cab. ( C. S )

repeat after me ━ in which she tries to convince him he’s still in love with her and not his new lover. ( C. S )

the bad thing ━ seokjin meets a married girl at a bar, who keeps insisting he takes her home, but will he let the temptation get to him? or will he finally listen to his conscious? ( C. S )

˗ˏˋ 𝐌𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐈 ˎˊ˗

late night confessions ━ a lonely teenage girl, who’s in desperate search of comfort and closure, confesses her troubles to the guy who just broke into her house.

you are stuck with me, so i guess i’ll be sticking with you ━ when you really love someone, you make a promise to stay with them regardless of the current circumstances or the situation. ( C. S )

˗ˏˋ 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐊 ˎˊ˗

she’ll get over it ━ in which he falls for his girlfriend’s best friend. ( C. S )

the knowing ━ “i know what you did. you probably thought that you’d break my heart, but baby it’s okay.” ( C. S )

˗ˏˋ 𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐉𝐎𝐎𝐍 ˎˊ˗

best i’ve ever had ━ reader suspects namjoon is cheating on her.

give me love ━ in which she asks for one last dance before they part ways forever. ( C. S )

˗ˏˋ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐍 ˎˊ˗

i just wanna get lost in your lungs - jimin is into his best friend's girlfriend. he knows it's wrong, but he can't keep from falling in love with her. ( C. S )

˗ˏˋ 𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐓𝐀𝐄𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐆 ˎˊ˗

until i bleed out ━ in which she promises to cut him out of her life after he left her broken and bleeding. “i tell myself i don’t need it anymore, but i ended up in the back of a flashing car.” ( C. S )

flower girl ━ and he bought flowers everyday for the next seven days just to see the beautiful, shy florist that hid behind the bright colors and unique smells of the petals. ( C. S )

i want to write you a song ━ i want to write you and song, one as beautiful as your sweet. with just a hint of pain for the feeling that i get when you are gone. i want to write you a song. ( C. S )

paris ━ i’ve got two left feet, and i’m starting to cheat on my girlfriend again. ( C. S )

˗ˏˋ 𝐉𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐊𝐎𝐎𝐊 ˎˊ˗

lonely star ━ he lured her in with the life she never thought she could have. ( C. S )

do you wanna dance? ━ begins in the bathroom of a house party, and ends with a haunting thought.

𝑺𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑺 ↴

˗ˏˋ 𝐌𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐈 ˎˊ˗

𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 ━ in which he’s sent to reap her soul. ( C. S )

𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒓𝒂 ━ a heartbreaking tale of two lovers that couldn’t be together no matter how hard (and little) they tried. ( C. S )

˗ˏˋ 𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐓𝐀𝐄𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐆 ˎˊ˗

𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒖𝒕 ━ in which an angel is sent to earth to change the reckless ways of the boy she was assigned to protect before his time runs out.

chapter one

𝒅𝒊𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈 ━ in which a girl signs up on a website to be an english tutor, and meets the love of her life. (or, in which she had a plan to die young, but he ruined it completely) ( C . S )

˗ˏˋ 𝐉𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐊𝐎𝐎𝐊 ˎˊ˗

𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒆 ━ in which a religious girl gets wirled up in a corrupt catholic church’s ties with a dangerous mob.

chapter one

chapter two

chapter three

˗ˏˋ 𝐎𝐓𝟕 ˎˊ˗

𝒍𝒊𝒃𝒓𝒐 𝒅𝒆 𝒂𝒑𝒐𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔 ━ in which judgment day is finally here, but the world must go through three years of misery and torture at the hands of the antichrist. “the book of revelations told us everything.” ( C. S )

𝒃𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒍𝒚 𝒆𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕 ━ in which 8 best friends get stuck in a series of horror games, and the only way to communicate is through text messages. “i should’ve just drank the fucking bleach.”

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