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Befallen Masterlist

Pairing: Idol!Jungkook x Music Producer!Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut

Warnings: Reader is emotionally constipated, Jungkook is the most stubborn little bunny ever, this fic is just drama for absolutely no reason but I love it

Description:

BEFALLEN: past participate of befall.

BEFALL (bi-'fól):

to happen especially as if by fate

This was never meant to happen, him and I. He's untouchable, unreachable by all around him.

I locked my heart away in a concrete box long ago. So how is it that the boy with the doe eyes is slipping in the cracks?

A/N: I hope you guys end up loving this fic as much as I do. I'm going to try and update this weekly, but I make no promises. Don't be a silent reader! Please comment what you think and reblog if you like it.

Teaser

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

PROLOGUE

Pairing: Idol!Jungkook x Music Producer!Reader

Genre: idek what to call this chapter.

Word Count: 521

Warnings: none really.

A/N: This prologue is a whooooolleee different vibe from the teaser, haha. I find it crazy how the teaser was twice as long as the prologue, but eh. This is basically to give a slight backstory to everything. This is like a flashback 6 months before the start of chapter one. Have fun and don't forget to comment and reblog if you like it!

Masterlist

I stare at the screen in front of me, reading the words over and over but they still don't seem to compute.

My laptop lays in my lap as I sit on my bed with my back propped up against the headrest. You wouldn't think that the newest producer for one of the biggest music companies in South Korea would be laying here in her one bedroom apartment with a stained t-shirt and Invader Zim slippers on, but here I am.

That's me, apparently.

No matter how many times I read the email or say it to myself in my head, it still sounds too far-fetched to be true.

But here it is in front of me. My plane ticket was booked, apartment lease signed, and email still pulled up from when I first read it two weeks ago. It still feels too good to be true. Something I've been dreaming of since I first got into music production in middle school.

My heart has felt like it's been doing flips in my chest for the past couple weeks. I wonder how it's still beating from how it's been jumping around for so long. 

But as much as the prospect excites me, it saddens at the same time.

The fact that I can uproot my life at the age of 22 and move to another country with no problem would be heartbreaking to most. But I said my goodbyes long ago.

I have no one left worth saying it to.

Always the introvert, friends weren't my forte. I've always preferred to stay in and create beats or learn a new instrument when other people my age wanted to hook up and party. 

Hell, I've only had sex once... regrettably.

I shake the memory from my head, the pain starting to gnaw at the concrete in my chest. Dylan was the past... I'm now staring at my new future.

I wouldn't call it running away, perhaps. Yeah, two years ago when I moved halfway across the country you could call it that. But now, it's more of a new beginning.

BigHit Entertainment, home of some of the biggest bands in the world right now. Who knows what the future could hold for me there. 

I wince as I shut my laptop more forcefully than intended. Setting it off to the side, I swing by legs over the side of the bed as I look around my room. Boxes are stacked in the corner filled with clothing and miscellaneous knick-knacks I've gathered from throughout the years. My furniture and walls are bare. I look at the crooked oak dresser I've had for the past two years since moving to this place and I smile. I'm gonna miss some of the memories this place held. But the fact that my new apartment in Seoul came already furnished was a welcome ease on my wallet.

I sigh as I lay back against the pillows, turning off the light on my nightstand. 

"Tomorrow's a new day. New world. New life..." I say to myself as I shut my eyes, excited but nervous for the adventure that awaits as the lights of a new city flash behind my eyelids.

TEASER

Pairing: Idol!Jungkook x Music Producer!Reader

Genre: Angst (bc I hate myself apparently), Eventual Fluff, Eventual Smut

Word Count: 1.2K

Warnings: Reader is emotionally constipated, Koo just wants love, yelling, crying, why do I do this to myself, omg the tension between these two I can't even

A/N: This teaser seems super angsty but I promise the full fic is really fluffy, too! The reader just is really battling some trauma and inner demons and all the confliction that comes with it. I know this is pretty long for a tease, but I got a bit carried away writing, haha. I hope you enjoy, let me know what you think!

Masterlist

"Why do you always do that?" My hand freezes on the handle of the door, pausing my escape as his words resonate sounding as if he was speaking directly into my ear even though he was positioned on the other side of the room. 

"I have no idea what you're talking about." I state firmly, albeit shaky. I turn my head slightly to the side toward him, my eyes planted firmly forward. 

He scoffs. "Am I just crazy then?"

His voice cracks as it rises in pitch and volume, maddened at my anesthetized tone. I hear the sound of shuffling footsteps as he paces the length of the small studio we occupy. I almost smile at the habit, Jungkook always tends to pace when he's in his head.

"I mean, I can't be imagining things, right?" I hear him pause in place, assuming he's now facing me. "You have to feel it, too."

He says it almost as a question rather than a statement. I hang my head, eyes focusing on the light gray carpet as they start to well up. I take a deep, shaky breath as I try to gain my composure. I can never hold anything back with him, that's always been the problem. I thought I was as cold as ice, hard as stone. But near him I'm nothing but glass. He always seems to shatter my facade, pull out the emotions I locked away long ago. 

The urge to turn around and face him is near impossible to subdue, but I somehow managed to push the feelings down. I can't allow myself to feel for him. He's unreachable, even if he wasn't the most sought after man in the world. I can never compare to who he is. If I tried, I'd only fail. He's a shining light, a beam of beauty and I would only swallow him up in my darkness. I haven't allowed myself to love anyone in a long time. Loving him would only break me. 

My breathing stutters as I feel movement in the room. I don't even have to turn around to know that he is standing directly behind me. 

"You have too..." This time his voice is almost a whisper, his soft breath brushing the back of my neck. My hand falls from the door as they ball up in a fist, fingernails digging into the skin of my palms to hold back from reaching for him. The tears in my eyes start to fall as I fight the urge, my heart shattering in the process but I steel myself still.

I feel his hands hover over my arms, my body sensitive to his slightest movement. They shake as he tries to decide whether or not to touch me, knowing it's wanted but feeling it unwelcome in the current circumstances. I can feel the confliction in his mind. 

Just ignore him. He can never be yours, no matter what he says. Stick to your guns, Y/N. He's just another boy...

They sound like a lie, but the words still bring me reason, a new resolution, reminding me why I'm attempting to escape. The room feels heavy with tension as he waits for me to speak, our breathing the only sound.

But the silence is deafening.

My eyes dart back and forth as I try to put words together. A confession and a lie dueling for dominance in my head as my mouth stutters for a singular thought. 

I suck in a deep breath as his hand touches my fist, unraveling my fingers. 

"Turn around." Jungkook says softly, fingers intertwining with mine.

I turn my head to the side, still not able to make eye contact with him. I know as soon as I see his sparkly doe eyes filled with everything I'm terrified of... whatever resolution I have will shatter.

"Jungkook..." My voice cracks as my tears fall heavier. I clear my throat before straightening my spine and facing back toward the door, my eyes zeroing in on the handle. "Jungkook, let me go."

"Why?" His voice echoes through the studio as he raises his voice in exasperation. "Why can't you look at me?"

He grasps my hand harder as I try to pull away, tugging me toward him as my back hits the firmness of his torso. Even in my current state of mind, his touch still sends tingles throughout my whole body, melting me into him as my body betrays me. It brings me warmth in a way I've never known, and along with it the pain of knowing I can never allow myself to bask in it. 

"Because I'm not doing anything." The words don't even sound true to me, but I still try to fool myself into believing that I'm not lying through my teeth.

"You're lying!" He shouts. He pulls away from me, turning around. My body shrinks into itself at the loss of him, cold and numb. He laughs darkly.

I turn around, confused as to what could be bringing the laughter. I regret the decision immediately.

He's more disheveled than I've ever seen him before. I don't even have to see his face to know the agony that's in his eyes. His hands are buried in his hair, tugging it at the roots as if pulling it in all directions will somehow ease his frustration. 

He turns back around and his eyes lock with mine. My heart shatters at the state of him, cheeks red and tears streaming down his face. Whether they're from heartbreak or anger, I don't know. But, my resolution is slowly breaking away at the sight. Confusion, confliction, frustration, and pain all swim in those beautiful doe eyes and I hurt even more than I thought was possible seeing it. 

"You feel something, too! I know I'm not crazy. There's something here, I know it. But every time I get close, you run away..." His eyes bore into my very soul as he pauses, looking like a mad-man. The fact that I'm the cause if it makes me conflicted. On one hand I want to run and tug him into my embrace and tell him that it will all be okay. But on the other... I know it will only make it worse if I give in to that urge.

Slowly, he steps back toward me, reaching for my hands. This time I let him.

"Why do you always run away?" He whispers as he stares at our intertwined hands, a small crease forming as his brows furrow.

I look down at our hands, his fingers almost playing with my own. His are warm in mine. They feel as if they belong, sending warmth up my arms and to my chest. 

I take a deep breath before speaking. 

"You scare me, Jungkook." I admit, the whisper almost deafening.

There's a pause as he muddles over my words.

"Why?"

His hand reaches for my cheek when I don't respond, his fingers wrapping around my jaw and behind my ear. He gently turns my face up until I lock eyes with him, all the feelings that have been rushing through his mind can be seen clear as day in them.

"Why do I scare you?"

He pushes further, the crease in his forehead deepening. He steps even closer until our lips are mere inches apart, causing me to have to look upward to meet my eyes with his.

"What are you so scared of?" His voice raises as his lips curl.

"Because you're someone I can see myself falling in love with!"

My eyes stare at his chest, rising and falling with each jagged breath he takes. 

The silence seems to last forever before he's finally breaking it with a whisper.

"And what if I want you to?"

.

.

.

And I fall.

TEASER ARRIVING 24.02.04

BEFALLEN: past participate of befall.

BEFALL (bi-'fól):

to happen especially as if by fate

This was never meant to happen, him and I. He's untouchable, unreachable by all around him.

I locked my heart away in a concrete box long ago. So how is it that the boy with the doe eyes is slipping in the cracks?

Jeon Jungkook x Reader Fanfiction

So I've narrowed down some options. Comment which ones you want below!

TITLE:

After Him

Brevity

Ephemeral

Mellifluous

Apsis

I'm debating between a Namjoon or a Yoongi fic. On one hand Joon gives nurturing vibes, but on the other Yoongles seems to be the one that would be able to vibe with you and help you through grief. Idk. Help.

I'm down for any other member as well if there's a good reasoning behind the character. Thanks!!

???? Teaser

Pairing: ??? x Reader, platonic!Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Angst, Eventual Smut, Eventual Fluff

Word Count: 1.2K

Warnings: Character Death, Mentions of Blood

A/N: okay, I know I haven't continued my other stories but I'm just stuck with them. I want to continue them but I don't know where to go. I'm rewriting chapters but they aren't ready yet. I'm not happy with them but will post once I think they're good enough. This will probably just the series I update when I'm blocked on the others since it's from a novel idea that I've been messing around with for 4 years.

So, you might have noticed this has not title or a love interest. Thats because... you guys are going to choose! Read the preview and comment what you think the title should be and who you want as the lover. Thank you so much and I love you all😊😊

You know how in the movies, you see these big dramatic death scenes? Time pauses as the dying character gives some heart-wrenching monologue, their friends and loved ones gathered around and listening intently. The rain starts beating down like shattered glass, and the sky covers with a blanket of darkness, as if to personify the death and sadness lingering in the air even further. The people watch as the character slowly slips away, tears running down their perfectly made-up faces. 

In reality it's far different. 

Time won't stop. The sun won't cease to shine and the sky doesn't stop being beautiful. The heat will beat down on your skin, and the only cold will be from the hole in your heart where your best friend used to be. The only wetness you feel is the blood flooding from his body as you desperately try to stop what's already happened. Mascara runs down your face and your nose will run. 

This isn't a pretty moment like in the movies. Death isn't pretty. 

All you'll see is red. There are no last words, no final goodbyes… Nothing. No justifications or answers to your questions. 

Why him? 

When I'm the most useless person and he's the sunshine of my world, why take him away?

Why not me?

But you won't get them. You just get to look into his empty eyes as the world goes on around you. 

And no one stops to see what used to be Taehyung. No one stops to look at what remains of what was your best friend. 

No one cares. 

But the moment of death isn't the hard part. 

It's every moment after. 

TEASER ARRIVING 24.02.04

BEFALLEN: past participate of befall.

BEFALL (bi-'fól):

to happen especially as if by fate

This was never meant to happen, him and I. He's untouchable, unreachable by all around him.

I locked my heart away in a concrete box long ago. So how is it that the boy with the doe eyes is slipping in the cracks?

Jeon Jungkook x Reader Fanfiction

she’s a 10 but she writes smut on tumblr.com

Me too, hun. Me too😅😅

Even though JK is my "bias" I could never chose one. They are all so amazing in their own ways. One isn't better than the other. And this hiatus is really bringing that to light for everyone, I think.

Wait ur bias is Jimin?!? Wat about seokjinnie oppa

tbh if bts ever showed up on my doorstep and demanded I choose just one of them, I would just shut the door

I-

There are no words to express how much I died laughing reading this thread. Idk why but the first thing that popped in my head was Tae up on the tall chair decked out in gucci- like sunglasses and fur coat and shit- just looking on through his binoculars seeing me flailing and dying in the water looking stupid and just saying, "Hmmm... that's not the vibe." And I just DIED. I CAN'T. 😭😭😭

So I saw the newest BTS photos, specifically Hobiguard, and thought, “I hope Taehyung is never my lifeguard because drowning would not pass his vibe check and I would die.” But now I feel guilty because Tae is Good Boy™️ and Good Boy™️ would never let people drown! Anyways, I’m a huge fan of your lists, how would you feel about ranking the boys as lifeguards?

it's a damned good thing BTS are not lifeguards because your girl would have a fourth-degree sunburn from dragging my ass out to the beach every day.

but let's pretend for a moment that our faves had their own personal baewatch squad, shall we? 😉

jeon jungkook

holds all the records at the bangtan lifeguard academy. fastest swimmer, fastest rescues, best form sᴇᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴅɪᴅ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ . takes his job very seriously. studiously ignores all flirting attempts because he's actually watching the water ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇʀᴠᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜɪs ᴍᴀɴ. hits the gym after a full shift spent sweating his ass off in the sun because carbs never sleep.

kim taehyung

you -- yes, you on your towel over there making a big show of applying your sunscreen. kim taehyung is well aware that you show up every tuesday and rub yourself down in slow-motion in a grand attempt to get his attention. in fact -- he's well aware that every woman on the beach -- the giggling pre-teens who show up in squads to stare at him, the wealthy stay-at-home moms who text pictures of him to their tennis buddies, the little old ladies who use their grandkids as an excuse to make conversation -- he's well aware that they're all trying to get his attention. but everyone gets the same treatment -- a tiny nod, a quick smile. after that, y'all better keep it moving.

park jimin

park jimin does not go to the beach to watch people, people go to the beach to watch park jimin. buys all his board shorts one size down, wears giant mirrored aviator sunglasses so know one can tell when he's looking -- and baby, he's always looking. it's a miracle no one has actually drowned on one of his shifts.

jung hoseok

the nicest guy on the beach, duh. smiles at everyone and everything -- always in danger of cramping that pretty face. memorizes the names of his regulars, brings his own bottles of water for anyone who forgot theirs. stays on the chair because there are things like animals! and insects! in the sand.

min yoongi

hates this job. all capital letters H A T E S this job. would gladly be pouring lattes somewhere dark and air-conditioned but forgot to look for summer work until it was too late and got stuck doing this instead. has toyed with the idea of quitting and citing his whiteness as a valid medical concern but this beer isn’t going to buy itself, is it? settles instead for wearing a neck-to-ankle wetsuit.

kim seokjin

forget the waves and the sand and the water views — seokjin is the natural beauty on the beach. he knows it, too. never ever ever ever wears a shirt because the people deserve to see these shoulders and abs. blows his whistle at no one in particular just to get everyone’s attention now and again.

kim namjoon

the hottest, sternest, most serious lifeguard on staff. reads the rip current reports. keeps a live radar app open on his phone. lectures anyone who attempts to hit the water without applying sunscreen about the dangers of skin cancer. has literally no clue when someone is flirting with him, thinks that person is actually interested in hearing about the migratory patterns of seagulls.

Why do you reblog your own fics so much?

Because someone might as well!? And look at this. Look. At. This.

Does this look right to you??

These are just the last three fics I wrote. I appreciate the likes, believe me I do, but you have to understand. Likes do nothing for content creators. It’s the reblogs. Because that’s how you find shit on your dashboard. Through reblogs. Not likes. This isn’t twitter or tiktok or instagram. This is a website that’s run by the reblog system.

Reblogging helps content creators put their stuff out there. Why do you think so many people stopped writing fanfic and creating beautiful fanart and edits? It’s because they put in hours of work and don’t get nearly enough notes for their masterpieces. Yes we do this because we enjoy it but like...some validation won’t hurt. A boost of confidence here and there might be all someone needs to finish whatever thing they started and left.

Anyway, I’m still going to reblog my shit...

dumb and dumber 😂 (for @agustdfeatrm ♡)

@kingsuckjin decided to personally injure me by making me watch this Jungkook fancam. I am now deceased and must share my pain with the rest of you.

MARK LEE RAPPING'S SO HOT BRB IM GONNA CRY

???? Teaser

Pairing: ??? x Reader, platonic!Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Angst, Eventual Smut, Eventual Fluff

Word Count: 1.2K

Warnings: Character Death, Mentions of Blood

A/N: okay, I know I haven't continued my other stories but I'm just stuck with them. I want to continue them but I don't know where to go. I'm rewriting chapters but they aren't ready yet. I'm not happy with them but will post once I think they're good enough. This will probably just the series I update when I'm blocked on the others since it's from a novel idea that I've been messing around with for 4 years.

So, you might have noticed this has not title or a love interest. Thats because... you guys are going to choose! Read the preview and comment what you think the title should be and who you want as the lover. Thank you so much and I love you all😊😊

You know how in the movies, you see these big dramatic death scenes? Time pauses as the dying character gives some heart-wrenching monologue, their friends and loved ones gathered around and listening intently. The rain starts beating down like shattered glass, and the sky covers with a blanket of darkness, as if to personify the death and sadness lingering in the air even further. The people watch as the character slowly slips away, tears running down their perfectly made-up faces. 

In reality it's far different. 

Time won't stop. The sun won't cease to shine and the sky doesn't stop being beautiful. The heat will beat down on your skin, and the only cold will be from the hole in your heart where your best friend used to be. The only wetness you feel is the blood flooding from his body as you desperately try to stop what's already happened. Mascara runs down your face and your nose will run. 

This isn't a pretty moment like in the movies. Death isn't pretty. 

All you'll see is red. There are no last words, no final goodbyes… Nothing. No justifications or answers to your questions. 

Why him? 

When I'm the most useless person and he's the sunshine of my world, why take him away?

Why not me?

But you won't get them. You just get to look into his empty eyes as the world goes on around you. 

And no one stops to see what used to be Taehyung. No one stops to look at what remains of what was your best friend. 

No one cares. 

But the moment of death isn't the hard part. 

It's every moment after. 

my favourite animal is a jimin-bra

Black Swan Ascending

jungkook & jimin black swan  (cr. c_a_leaf)

Joon def has a breeding/impreg kink I feel it in my left tiddie

Plssssss he doooooo

Can we all just take a second to appreciate this man.... thank you.

his vibe…😳

201125 BTS_twt’s Tweet

힘든 시기, 우리의 음악을 들어주시고 공감해주신 모든 분들께 감사합니다. 무엇보다 그래미 후보 아티스트라는 기적을 만들어주신 건 아미 여러분입니다. 늘 감사하고 사랑합니다. Thank you @RecordingAcad for this great honor!

To everyone who listened to and related to our music in these hard times, thank you. More than anything, the ones who created the miracle of making us Grammy-nominated artists is you all, ARMY. Always, thank you, [we] love you. Thank you @RecordingAcad for this great honor!

Trans cr: Amy @ bts-twts © Please credit when taking out

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–bts, nov 25th 2020

"Ohmmmmmmyyyyyyyyggghghhhhhhhgggggggggdhdhsjsixudbslsogbdsisgshdbxidjdbdidhdifjfiri"

–bts, nov 25th 2020

SINCE WHEN DID NAMJOON HAVE SILVER HAIR

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