Yoongi, Marry Me...
Yoongi, Marry me...
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Almost

Fandom: BTS Pairing: Jungkook x OC (Jessie) Genre: Angst and a little bit of fluff Warning: Possessive behavior, underage drinking, heartbreak etc. Word Count: 1.8k words

‘Almost’, the most depressing word in my dictionary. If you want to know the reason behind it, we’ll have to go back in time.

Our grade 1 teacher had suggested to fix our seats alphabetically. That didn’t sound bad to me. Because Jungkook and I were the only students with the initial J for our names. Or at least that was what I thought.
“Jessie” my teacher called me to seat at the very back of the first row. I smiled at Jungkook and went over to take my seat.
“John” the teacher called next.
“Who the hell is John?” I thought while the new boy in our class came to sit beside me.
“Now Jungkook would sit at the very front of the second row” the teacher announced.
Jungkook went to his assigned seat and looked back for a moment to catch my eyes. It was a signal for me to persuade the teacher to let us sit together.
I knew I had to do it. Because Jungkook would rather die than argue with the teacher on any matter. I, on the other hand, searched for every single chance to contradict my teachers. It was something I found really amusing.
As soon as I put forward my request, our teacher replied with, “Who would complain on such a peaceful organization of the seats other than you?”
The other students started to laugh. As much as I can recall, we had some minutes of argument when finally the teacher said, “Alright! Let’s ask Jungkook on what he has to say about it.”
Then he turned to Jungkook and asked, “Do you want to go over to the back to sit with her? Or are you happy with my decision?”
Jungkook nodded his head and said, “I’m fine, here” like a complete idiot.
I remembered how his reply had hurt my pride and since then I had never sat beside him in any class, not even when we had gone to the high school. We were almost going to sit together for a whole year and more to come. But no!

None of us would introduce the other as the best friend. Nonetheless we had the closest bond than any best friends’ duo of our class. In fact, we were more than friends. We knew it and so did everyone else.
Some people couldn’t understand how we ended up together while others would say, “opposite attracts.”
We were totally opposite in terms of our personalities. I was wild, adventurous and free-spirited while Jungkook was shy, introverted and conserved. But these were merely what appeared on the outside. I believed him to be more like me spiritually. He just had been taming the animal within himself.
Perhaps I was the only one who could see that. Whatever it was, nobody would deny the fact that we were surely an unusual couple.
The next incident also happened at the farewell party of our Elementary School. I was talking with a bunch of boys and joking around.
I knew Jungkook would not join us since he didn't like the crowds. So I didn't bother calling him either.
The party was over and we were walking home together. Suddenly he said, "I didn't like seeing you there." he paused for a moment and added, "With THEM."
I laughed, "What are you talking about?"
"You know exactly what I am talking about"
"Okay, I understand." I said. "You were probably lonely in there. But hey! We are going to the same High School. But some of the boys are leaving the town. I will get to meet you anytime I want. But not them."
"Whatever!" Jungkook sighed in exasperation.
"Why are you making such a huge deal out of it?"
"Because, I don't want to share you with anyone."
"Why?" I asked, rather shocked.
"Because you're my..." Then he abruptly stopped.
I stopped walking. "What?" I urged him to continue.
Jungkook went red on the face but didn't say anything further.
"For God's sake, Jungkook, just say it." I wished to myself.
"Let's hurry!" He said, "We’re already late."
And that was it. Jungkook almost called me his girlfriend. If only he really did, I would have gladly accepted that. Perhaps then, our relationship could have gotten a tag.

We were only 13 back then. I had sneaked a bottle of whiskey from the kitchen cabinet where my father usually kept them. I was always curious about adult drinking that I wanted to try it myself. But doing something this big alone didn’t sound exciting at all.
Of course, I had told Jungkook earlier to sneak out of his house at midnight to meet me at the little junkyard. Reluctantly he had agreed. He actually showed up even though I doubted that he would.
“Guess what I have with me?” I asked him.
“Umm…” he went on to his usual loading mood.
I didn’t have any patience left so I showed him the bottle right away. Jungkook gasped as soon as he saw it. His reaction made me feel more proud of myself for accomplishing the task.
Jungkook tried to persuade me not to drink it. But it was hopeless as I was too determined. As soon as I sipped directly from the bottle I spited it out.
“Yuck!” I shouted, “How can people enjoy drinking this thing?”
Jungkook started to giggle at my reaction. I wasn’t feeling confident anymore. I had to try something else to prove that I was braver than him.
“Stop laughing!” I said boldly, “as if you’ve ever done anything fun in your life before.”
“You didn’t do anything to boast about either.” He said as a matter of fact. "You’re all talk.”
“Who said that? I’ve done quite a lot of things.”
“Like?” he was mocking me at that point.
I quickly tried to make up a lie to get away from the embarrassing situation, “Like I already had my first kiss?”
“What?”
The shock on his face was satisfying. So, I continued, “Yeah, of course, dummy.”
Jungkook frowned and asked, “Who was it?”
“Why would I tell YOU?” I started to tease him now, “I bet you have no idea about these stuffs anyway.”
“I don’t believe you.” He said.
I walked closer to him and said, “Why? Do you want me to prove it?” Jungkook took a step back and I started to laugh.
“I know about these stuffs as much as you do, okay?” he tried to argue.
“Then prove it.” I said in a very serious voice.
Jungkook remained quiet. I slowly walked toward him. He took two steps back causing him to be pinned to the nearby broken car. I rested one of my hand on the car to his left.
Through the moonlight, in the otherwise dark night, I could see Jungkook’s face clearly now. He had shut his eyes closed. I leaned to close the distance between our faces. Our chests were already touching and I could feel his heart beating fast. His trembling lips were parted a little.
I was almost within the reach to feel his breath on my lips, when I realized, he might be frightened. And I moved away. Jungkook opened his eyes and looked at me in confusion.
“I lied,” I said, “I never kissed anyone before.”

I’d had enough. I wanted to get rid of this unestablished relationship I was in with Jungkook. I finally decided I would ask him to be my boyfriend. I had even saved enough money to buy him a nice watch once we were official.
“I have something to tell you.” I said as soon as we met.
“Me too.” Jungkook replied.
“Okay, I'll let you go first.” I was shocked at his calm voice, “Mine can wait.”
Jungkook bent his head down and he said, “I've got accepted.”
“What?”
“You remember about the audition, right?”
“Oh yeah, right!” I said, remembering, “The audition. So, what now?”
“They had called me to sign the contract and go stay in Seoul.”
I didn't know what to say. I never really thought about what was going to happen if he got accepted by the company.
I asked hopefully, “But you'll come back again right?”
Jungkook was too quiet. Something felt wrong. That time, I knew it was the end. He was never coming back to me. A new life awaited him. How could I stop him now?
I smiled, "I knew you would do well."
“But I don't want to go away.”
I could see tears were forming in his eyes. My own tears threatened me to burst out at any time. I still managed to hold it back and said, “What are you talking about? It's a life changing opportunity.”
Jungkook wiped away the tear that just fell from one of his eyes. He slowly nodded his head. He understood.
“Jessie!” he called.
“Hmm?”
“Didn't you want to say something earlier?” he asked.
“Yeah.” I said, “I want to buy you a watch. Consider it as a goodbye gift.”
That’s how our story ended with yet another almost. It could have gone differently. If only I could bring myself to ask him to be mine, could he refuse? Didn't he loved me enough to leave behind everything to be with me? Apparently I never found out.

It had been ten long years. By the time, I had witnessed Jungkook growing up little by little on screen. I had been his number one fan since day one. He along with his group had gone so far now.
I was really grateful to all of his hyungs, who had been there for Jungkook all these years. They had made him who he was today. They had helped him to grow and come out of his shell. I was more than just proud of him.
My life had been different than what I had imagined it would be like. Nonetheless I was doing okay. However, one day, something really unexpected occur.
I saw Jungkook for the first time in ten years. He had come to the store I work in to buy his all-time favorite banana milkshake. He was wearing a cap to hide his face, so that no one could recognize him at a first glance. But how could I not? He was my first, if not last, love.
I was a little shocked when he put the milkshake in front of the counter. Our eyes met for a split second. Jungkook quickly looked away and handed me the cash and said, “Keep the change.” Then, he was gone.
He didn’t recognize me. I doubted he would have. I had shorter hair than him, too many piercings on my ears and nose, tattoos on my arms, neck and even face.
Life almost gave me a chance to be reunited with my Jungkook, only to snatch that hope away in the end.

My Masterlist
Parallel

Fandom: BTS Pairing: Jungkook x Female Reader x Yoongi Warning: It’s extremely angsty, toxic relationship (bit problematic too), physical and emotional abuse, drinking, manipulative behavior?
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I look at him in disbelief. “Is it really the Jungkook I fell in love with?” I ask myself.
My cheek hurts from the slap that Jungkook’s hand had just landed on my face. Tears are forming in my eyes. I can’t see him properly through my blurry vision.
Instead who came to my mind was my ex, Yoongi. He was wasted that night. I should have understood and kept quiet. Instead I let my emotions take control of me and shouted at him, causing him to break the empty wine bottle right beside me. Pieces of glass flew to my face. I wasn’t badly hurt. But I was scarred inside. A scar, I knew, would never heal.
I remain silent. I wish I had done that before Jungkook’s anger rose to the point of hitting me.
Jungkook seems to have come back to his senses. He steps toward me, “y/n,” he whispers. I step back. Jungkook’s voice cracks up as he speak, “Are you going to leave now that I’ve done that to you?”
Yoongi, too, had come to me once he was sober. That day, I saw him crying for the first time. He had begged me to stay. He told me, “I’m not what you think I am.”
I answer to Jungkook the same reply I had given Yoongi that day.
“I can’t love someone I’m afraid of.”
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My Masterlist
Note: I don’t know why I keep thinking about such violent scenarios. Personally, I don’t think Jungkook and Yoongi could do such an act. But I had to imagine someone before I make a scene on my mind. Them being my biases, automatically came to my mind first. Forgive me, lord. Forgive me, Jungkook and Yoongi.
Red Hope! - Part 3

Specially requested by @lelewright1234. Hope you enjoy!
Note: This work is totally fictional and has nothing to do with BTS on real life. I mean no hate toward any person in particular. This plotline was requested. Though I personally hate bullies, I still believe there is hope for everyone.
Fandom: BTS Pairing: OT7 × OC (Leah) Warning: Bullies, hospital, drinking, swearing, recurring nightmares, car accidents, blood etc. Genre: Angst Summary: Since Leah is in coma for months, the guilty consciences of the boys are eating them up...
Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 (Complete)
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“Which one do you want this time?” the florist asked his regular customer.
Jimin looked around for a moment, “Those pink ones over there.”
Jimin had been visiting Leah regularly. Whenever he was done with his dance class every day, he would go to the flower shop to buy new flowers for her.
“She can’t even see those flowers you give her.” Hoseok once told him.
“I don’t care.” Jimin had said, “As long as I’m capable of, I’ll do it. So that whenever she wakes up, the first thing she would see are the beautiful flowers by her bedside.”
Hoseok didn’t argue further. Jimin had been bringing flowers to Leah for the past three weeks. He had also asked Hoseok many times to go with him. But Hoseok never visited her, not even once.
When Jimin went inside Leah’s room, he found Nina sitting beside her.
“Oh! It’s you.” Nina said, “new flowers again?”
Jimin nodded. He went to change the flowers that he had brought yesterday from the vase. Though they were still fresh as new, Jimin would still change them every day.
Nina sighed, “What are the uses of them now? You had never cared about her when she was healthy.”
Jimin didn’t answer. He had asked the same question to himself too. He had been regretting it every day. Only if he knew how much it would hurt him once she was gone, he would have never been terrible to her.
“What are they called?” Nina finally asked.
“Garden Primrose.”

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It had been more than two months since Leah had saved them from the accident. She was still in a coma. Nobody knew when she was going to come back or if she would ever come back or not.
Hoseok had thought about her quite a lot. Every time Jimin had asked him to go with him, he had refused. Seeing her still body would be too overwhelming for him.
Today, Hoseok had got up his courage to finally visit her in the hospital. As he looked at her motionless body lying on the bed, his eyes filled with tears. At that precise moment, he had a flashback.
Leah was dancing to her favorite music that day. Hoseok had been watching her secretly. He was awed by her skill. “How smooth her moves are!” he had thought.
Before she had ended her dance, Jimin came to stand beside him. Hoseok felt uncomfortable. For some reason, he couldn’t bring himself to compliment her. Instead of encouraging her for the performance, the boys had joked and laughed at her that day.
Remembering that painful memory, Hoseok couldn’t control his tears. He let them fall. He leaned toward Leah.
“I’m sorry for not appreciating you enough.” Hoseok whispered, “You are truly a gem.”

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Min Yoongi had been drinking a lot lately. His mind was racing. He had never felt so helpless before. The only easy way to calm his messy brain was drinking.
He was the worst among the boys. That was what Leah had once told him. He had laughed and said that he was proud about it, that it was rather a compliment.
He remembered how innocent he used to be once. How he had hated all the bullies in his elementary school. He had been scared of the world and hated everyone. But since he had friends, he started to feel more confident.
“How did this happen?” Yoongi questioned himself, “since when did I turn into such a monster?”
He knew he couldn’t undone the damage he had already caused her. He couldn’t even apologize. Seemed like God had taken away that chance from him.
He stroked the piano keys really hard. “Shit,” he swore when his hand banged on a key and it hurt.
He took the bottle beside him and drank. “Guess I’ll just have to drink away all the pain.” He thought.

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“Shit” Taehyung had another nightmare, “shit, shit, shit.” He swore while kicking his bed sheets and throwing away his pillow.
Namjoon woke up with a start. “Taehyung,” he called, holding him firmly on his grip. Taehyung opened his eyes wide with full of terror.
“It’s just a dream.” Namjoon reassured him, “You’re alright.”
Taehyung looked confused for a while, trying to process his surroundings, his breathing heavy. As the reality kicked in, he buried his face on his hands. Then he started to sob.
Namjoon brought a glass of water and stood beside Taehyung. He didn’t know what to say. The nightmares were getting more frequent. Maybe he should suggest Taehyung to visit a psychiatrist. Maybe they all should see a psychiatrist. But he wouldn’t dare mention it now to Taehyung. Not when he was in this state.
When he calmed down, Taehyung took the glass and gulped down the water. Then he stood up and walked toward the door.
“Are you going out for fresh air?” Namjoon asked. Taehyung nodded and went out.
On his mind, he was replaying the recurring nightmares he was having since the accident. The contents of the dreams were always similar: The car hitting Leah, her motionless body, the blood coming out of her head. But the thing that terrified Taehyung the most was the blood on his own hands.
Taehyung shivered at the thought of it. It felt like a punishment he was suffering for his past actions.

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Namjoon was worried. He worried about himself. He worried about the boys. But mostly, he worried about Leah. Given the chance, he would have gladly taken the place of Leah, saving her and the boys that night. He could have easily given his own life to save theirs.
But karma was a bitch. He knew that they deserved the suffering. They had troubled her enough. Now it was her time to rest while they endured all the pain their guilty conscience had to offer.
It was getting unbearable for Namjoon to see Taehyung waking up from yet another nightmare. Yoongi had started drinking again, the only solution he seemed to have found. Jungkook had stopped going to the school. Even though others were trying hard to act as if everything was fine, he knew deep down they were all hurting.
Namjoon had hard time accepting the situation at first too. But the more he had thought about it, the clearer it became. They had been terrible to Leah. It was only natural for a kind hearted girl like her to smack some sense into them.
Namjoon sat on his table. He took out a pen and a paper. Then, he started to write.
This song was different. He didn’t need to think hard about the rhythm and the lyrics. It was all coming naturally to him. He wrote and wrote until it was done. He was satisfied with the result. The song had everything he wanted to say to Leah. It was a perfect apology.
“If only we could ever sing to her.” Namjoon whispered to himself.

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Jungkook hadn’t gone to school for the past two months. Jin had called his teachers to let them know that Jungkook was having a really hard time since the accident. They understood. Or at least that was what they said.
Jungkook spent most of his time on his room. He wouldn’t even come out to eat. Either of his hyungs would bring him whatever was necessary. Without necessity, he wouldn’t even talk to them.
Jungkook felt anger within himself. Some parts of it was directed toward himself. But there was another part of him who had been blaming the other boys.
He remembered the first day Leah had joined during their elementary years. She had been very friendly and kind towards all of them. But all she had ever received from everyone was laughter and teasing.
She had even helped Jungkook with his homework. She had defended him when the teacher had mistaken him for another naughty student in class. Jungkook had liked her a lot. He really wanted to be her friend.
He felt like it was a mistake, bringing her to meet his hyungs. They had teased her and laughed at her that day. Jungkook was being a coward. He couldn’t defend his friend the way she had done him. Instead he had taken his hyungs’ side and bullied her along with them.
Jungkook was angry with himself and the boys.

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Jin had been taking care of the boys. Whether they were aware about it or not, he didn’t care. He had been doing it since the very beginning. Being the oldest, he felt like that was his fate.
He had taken Jungkook to school every day when all of them had moved on to the high school. Jungkook was the only one left in the elementary school. He had been cooking for every one with Yoongi’s help. He had never shown his struggle. He had been strong for his boys.
Even now, during this difficult time, he had kept his pain within himself. He was still trying to show his positive side so that the boys would not break down. He was doing everything he was capable of.
He remembered why the bullying had begun in the first place. Jungkook had told them about his new friend in school. He was very excited for them to meet her. But that scared Jin.
Leah, being a black girl, was being bullied by everyone. Jin feared that they would start bullying Jungkook too, once he became friend with her. Jin felt like he had to protect the youngest. It was him who gave the idea of teasing her for fun. The boys had agreed since he was the oldest. What could he do anyway? After all, he was only 14 years old back then.
But now, Jin felt the opposite. He felt like he had lead the boys into doing something terrible. He felt like he was to blame for everything they were going through. He felt like Leah would never forgive him.

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My Masterlist
"Love"

Fandom: BTS
Pairing: Taehyung x Female reader
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My phone rang at 3 a.m. I woke up with a start. It was a video call from Taehyung.
"Baby?" I called in a sleepy voice. It was dark on the other side, I could barely see his face from the little light of the phone.
Taehyung sniffed and said, "I'm so sorry I called you this late."
His voice sounded abnormal to me. My immediate thought was "he's crying."
"No, no," I said, "It's alright. Talk to me."
He stayed quiet for a moment. Then he said, "I don't know why I'm feeling down lately."
I could hear him sobbing softly now. I guessed letting him talk would be a better way to comfort him than actually saying something.
"Hmm?" I urged him to speak more.
"I miss you so much. I wish you were here."
"I miss you too, baby."
"Can you stay on line till I fall asleep? I'm lonely." He sounded like a child pleading to his mother to let him sleep with her so that he won't get scared.
"Yeah, sure, baby." I said.
We stared at our screens for a while. I could see Taehyung's face a little clearer now.
"Would you like some music?" He asked.
"I would like it very much."
Taehyung turned on the song we used to listen to all the time. It was our song, "Love" by Lana Del Rey.
"It's enough just to make you feel crazy, crazy, crazy."
The song played on, the lyrics touching my heart directly. I closed my eyes. Taehyung's sigh could be heard occasionally. It almost felt like he was lying next to me.
The finishing music ended with the iconic "Don't worry, baby."
I said, "We'll meet soon. We'll listen to music and lie next to each other and hold on tight till we fall asleep. Don't worry, baby."
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My Masterlist
Can you write a story about anything in random? Not a fan fiction. With no particular crush or anything. Any random name and place will do. Something like that your sister is writing. Like any plot. Nothing in particular.
I was thinking about writing something like that too. But my mind is currently occupied with a lot of fanfiction stories...
Anyway, thank you for letting me know what you want to read. I'll give it a try. Might take a while before I actually come up with a nice plot, though...