Genre: Angst. Theres Fluff If You Squint And Look At It When Its 20 Miles Away From You. But Really Just

Genre: Angst. There’s fluff if you squint and look at it when it’s 20 miles away from you. But really just a n g s t. Warnings: Breakup, stressful relationship. Idk that’s really all I can think of. Word count: 739 wow that’s not a lot Author’s note: Not gonna lie, this is kind of based on what just happened in my life. It’s kind of a vent fic but also not? Idk. My brain is slowly piecing together what just happened, so that’s fun. This is my first shot at actual angst, I’m likely to not write a lot of angst in the future but honestly who knows? --

2:41 PM.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine.”

You press the red disconnect button on your phone before setting it down on the bed. Taking your headphones off, you try to process what just happened before realizing that it will take a while before your brain fully figures it out.

Jin just broke up with you. 

It’s like your head is in a fog. You know it happened, but it’s not registering in your brain. You can’t realize that it happened. 

4:36 AM.

“Can we call tomorrow?”

A text early in the morning. The day before. You were long asleep but that’s what you woke up to four hours later. No “I love you,” “good morning <3,” or “did you sleep well?” Just a simple question but you already knew what it was about. How it was the end to a long, complicated ordeal that had you both tired and stressed.

It was inevitable anyway, you felt it coming for the past month and now it was here. 

2:37 PM.

“I want to make this quick, because uh. Yeah.”

Quick. The only part of this ordeal that isn’t going to be stretched on and on. Quick.

“I think we should. Uh. Break up.”

Silence.

“I had a feeling you were going to say that.”

And then your tears began to fall.

2:38 PM.

“It’s not that I don’t love you, my feelings haven’t changed. I just don’t think I was ready for a romantic relationship with you, and I want to be friends.”

You mute yourself, pretending your cat jumped onto your bed. But you’re just composing yourself. You don’t want him to hear you cry. That would just make it all worse.

“Yn? Are you okay?”

2:39 PM.

No. 

“Yeah, I’m fine. Sorry, I’m back now.”

You just wanted to get out.

“Okay. I’m really sorry, this isn’t about you. It’s just me.”

It had been in the back of your mind for a month. How did it start? 

Texts saying “ilyt” changing to “no u.” 

One word answers when you were excited about something, when before he was at least a little bit excited too because the girl he loved was sharing something with him. 

Responses that became more and more annoyed-sounding, even though you knew he wasn’t annoyed with you. 

Confessions that made you realize that this wasn’t going to last forever. But you knew it was going to end at some point. You never expected forever from him. But you wanted a year at least. 

Instead, you got 9.5 months and promises that were unknowingly broken. 

“Next year we will.” “Next year we’ll celebrate your birthday together.” “We will be able to cuddle soon.” 

Quarantine had been difficult. But you had something to anchor you. To keep you sane when the rest of the world was crazy. Those promises kept you going. 

You would think about what you could do together when you could see each other in person again. Go to a park, set out a picnic blanket, and point out clouds and laugh together. Get ice cream together and go watch a movie. Cuddle when it got late and you were too tired to drive home. Look at the stars in the summer when the sky was clearer. 

2:40 PM.

“I’m fine.”

It was all crashing down. You were the first to crush on him. You asked him out on the first date. You said the first “I love you” after a day of panic and he said it second. 

Of all the firsts he could have chosen, he chose the most painful one. He chose to leave. 

2:41 PM.

“I’m sorry.”

You could accept that. You could accept that he was sorry. But that didn’t really change anything. He was breaking up with you. And he wanted to go back to being friends. But a part of you would not be able to let go of what you two had. He was your first love. You had something special. You’d been searching for what you wanted for a while and you finally had it. But now it was going away. He was going away. 

He was gone. 

“It’s fine.”

A click as you pressed disconnect. You set your phone down on the bed. You take your headphones off.

You hold your pillow to your chest and try not to cry.

2:42 PM.

He was gone.

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are you going to do groups other than bts?

I’m not sure yet, I only just started this blog and right now the only fics I have planned are for BTS, but if any other groups/soloists are requested I might take those requests. We just have to see :)

Welcome to Nowhere

A couple wants to fix their marriage problems, but doesn’t know where to start. They decide to begin by going to a retreat run by a friend, who calls the place “Nowhere.” Now stuck at the hotel, they must find a way to not only solve their marriage, but escape the hotel alive. Welcome to Nowhere, we hope you enjoy your stay. Pairing: Jungkook x YN Oneshot Genre: Angst/Smut Words: TBD

Hi again! So uh sorry to break the news but I am going to close up the House of Cards series. If I ever decide to come back to it, I will, but I’m also working on a (non-fanfic) story that has the same concept and I want to devote my energy into that plot first. I think I’m also going to turn Welcome to Nowhere into a drabble or a two-shot, I’ve written about 400 words of it and it’s definitely not going to make it to three chapters. The Young Forever series is definitely going to stick around though, but it will be posted a lot later than I planned to post it (it’s. Already way later lol). After those fics are published, I’m going to make this blog more Seokjin focused, for various reasons, one of them being that some of my friends have run out of new Jin fluff fics to read lol.  Thanks again!

Pairing: Namjoon x Y/n Genre: Flansgt (it wasn’t fluffy enough to be fluff, but it’s not really angst so just. Flangst?) Word count: 2k Warnings: you are very unproductive. Tags: @cypherwritersnet​ 

“Melanie, for the last time, I can’t make it today. It’s my cousin’s birthday. I’ll catch up with you some other time.” “Okay fine, but we’re bringing Ainsley next time, alright? Magic Shop at 7 PM on Tuesday.” Melanie sounds stern, but you know she’s not entirely serious. No one’s gotten Ainsley out of her room since she broke up with Chad. “Alright fine, but if we manage to get Ainsley to see actual sunlight, you’re paying.” “Deal.”

You hang up the call, wondering how you got yourself into this situation. You put on your jacket and head out of the dorm, on the way to your aunt’s house. A few hours of chattering with your relatives and gossiping about your older cousins while the younger ones run around and eat cake will be enough to distract you from the fact that you’ve been behind on your work for three weeks. You head on over to your cousin’s house, parking your car next to the sidewalk. You step out and walk up to the door, and before you can knock, it opens, and your cousin runs out and hugs you. “Y/N I’VE MISSED YOU SO SO MUCH OMG! How have you been? How’s school? Are you seeing anyone? We have so much to catch up on!” your cousin Laurel squeals. “Laurel, calm down. It’s only been a month!” “STILL. Now. How’s school? Are you seeing anyone?” Laurel continues, eyes burning into your skin. This interrogation lasts for another ten minutes before she remembers that you two are standing outside, and then invites you in. A few hours of chattering with your relatives? More like six hours from 1 PM to 7 PM being bored to death while Laurel flirts with her boyfriend.

                                                   ~The Next Day~ It was Tuesday. At 6:59 PM. In the Magic Shop cafe. Waiting for Ainsley. Melanie, Skylar, and you were already there. It was raining, and it was raining pretty hard. The bell at the entrance to the cafe jingled, and you looked up, seeing Ainsley walk through the door. “So we finally got Ainsley out in public? I’m impressed,” you say, with a small chuckle. You are actually impressed, but also dreading having to pay for everyone’s coffee. “Don’t count on it happening again, I’m tired and I have homework.” Ainsley sighs. “Well, we might have to let your grades slip a bit. When was the last time you met someone?” Skylar says, adjusting the sleeves of her blazer. “It hasn’t been that long…” Ainsley drifts off, as you and your friends look at her. None of you believe anything she’s saying. “Okay maybe it’s been a while. So what? I can take time to focus on my studies! That’s not a bad thing to want.” “No it isn’t, however you were miserable after you broke up with that last guy. I can’t remember his name and no don’t you dare say it he is taboo. You spent three months sulking. And now you’re drowning yourself in essays. Take a freaking break girly,” Melanie says in her dramatic it’s-the-end-of-the-world voice, her hands on her hips. “Melanie I am not drowning myself in essays! I only have three due this week-” “And you had seven due in the past two days we are not taking any bullshit about not having much work.” You say, placing your phone down on the table and sighing. “We want you to go out more, to socialize. Maybe meet someone. At least revive your social life a little bit. Seeing someone who you can casually hook up with will be better than hiding in your room and only emerging for classes.” “There is merit to y/n’s words, Ainsley. Meet someone. Get dick. Don’t attach yourself if you don’t want to. Whatever. Just get out of the house.” Melanie said, then added, “but we should get coffee first. I mean, we’re here, aren’t we? It’s a coffee shop.” Everyone laughed, then sent you to grab a few drinks and some cookies. You shook your head, chuckling as you walked to the counter. You thought about Melanie’s words a little bit. Hooking up? It wasn’t really your type of thing to do, but maybe Melanie’s advice could apply to your worries as well. Though, you had enough on your plate already, so maybe not. When you returned to the table, you gave everyone their drinks and they began to talk about what they’d been up to the past week. “Oh also, you know that new club that opened up on First Street? I went there with some classmates the other day. I may have met someone…” Melanie says with a wink. “Who? Who? Why haven’t we met him?” said Skylar, pouting about being left out of the loop. There wasn’t a loop though. “Calm your tits Skylar, I’m about to tell you. His name is Kim Taehyung, he’s chill, and he’s pretty cute. He had three friends with him, I don’t remember their names though. And I’ve only known him three days, he hasn’t met anyone.” Melanie laughs, patting Skylar’s shoulder. “I think we should pay that club a visit. What’s it called again?” you say, genuinely interested. You think you know what place she’s talking about, the House of Cards club. It was kind of like a coffee shop that sold booze, and it was a great place to meet just about anyone. “House of Cards. Do you have any reason in mind to go?” Melanie asks, but all four of you already knew there was one reason to go. “No. No no no. I am not meeting your Kim Taehyung and his friends.” Ainsley says, wincing. “I do not go clubbing.” “It’ll be fun! Let’s go.” Skylar gets up, grabbing Ainsley’s wrist. You all head out the door, about to set foot in what will be the starting point of the most interesting night of your lives. About twenty minutes later, you’ve walked into the House of Cards and not only found Taehyung, but met six of his friends. They all seem nice, but you’re pretty sure you’re not going to talk to all of them today, especially with the way Ainsley is eyeing Seokjin. You sit down next to Namjoon, who seems to be the quietest. He’s wearing black glasses, jeans, and a pink shirt that says “Don’t Waste Your Time.” He doesn’t seem to be the type to waste his time, and you hope that rubs off on you. You need to get a leg up on studying. “Hi, I’m y/n.” You say, reaching to shake his hand. “Hi y/n, I’d introduce myself but you already know my name. How’s life?” He asks, shaking your hand. You smile, and say, “It’s pretty good, other than overwhelming schoolwork, you know?” You mentally slap yourself when you remember that you actually do have overwhelming schoolwork, and that you weren’t just making a joke. “Ah yes. Schoolwork. Honestly I think this is probably the most stressful time of the year, especially with exams coming up.” Namjoon agrees, and you take a mental note to check which exams you have next. “Yeah. Do you have Professor Sejin? I hear he’s going to have a really long essay portion.” You ask, curious to find out how he’s going to cope with exams. You really do need some study tips… “Oh jeez… Yeah, I have him. You?” “Yep. I’m in his second period class.” “Dang. Early. He hasn’t said anything to our class, how did you find out about the essay length?” He pushes up his glasses, all attention focused on you. “Some of my friends had him last year, they say his essay requirements never change. Figures that he’d be a teacher that doesn’t let up, you know?” “Yeah. None of the older ones do.” You both laugh, and Namjoon asks if he can get you a drink. You say yes, and ask for a coffee because you know you’re going to be driving tonight. You two talk for a few hours, only interrupted a few times by Melanie and Taehyung leaving (to do who knows what), Ainsley laughing at Jin’s jokes (and telling you that Jin was off limits… maybe she will be getting over Chad tonight), and by Jimin’s insistence on buying everyone another round of drinks. You and Namjoon both declined, preferring coffee to alcohol. Eventually, you check the time and realize you have a lot of studying to do. “Damn, it’s nearly midnight.” You say, looking at your watch. “Wow. Yeah, it is. Do you want a ride home?” Namjoon asks, getting up with you. “Ah, no thanks, my car’s at Magic Shop. I’m going to walk over there and then drive home.” “Okay. Can I walk with you? My car’s a few blocks away, so I’ll probably be heading in the same direction.” “Sure,” you say, smiling. He’s nice. When you get to his car, you turn to him and see that he’s taking a pen out of his jeans pocket. Upon seeing your look of confusion, he smiles shyly. “I was going to ask for your number,” he says, “but you don’t have to give it to me if you don’t want to.” You smile, and take out your phone. “I think there’s an easier way to do that than writing on my arm.” He laughs, and pulls out his phone. After the exchange, he bids you good night, and you do the same before he drives off, in the direction of campus. You get home about twenty minutes later, and get a text almost immediately after walking through the door.

Kim Namjoon: Hey 12:03 You: Hi 12:05 Kim Namjoon: Do u want to study together tmr? 12:05 You: Sure! If it doesn’t bother you, of course. 12:05 Kim Namjoon: Lol 12:05 Kim Namjoon: I wouldn’t mind, + it’s a good chance to get studying in 12:06 You: Alright lol 12:06

You finish making plans, and you sigh happily to yourself. Finally, something to get you to actually do your homework.

                                                     ~The Next Day~ You wake up to the sound of your phone alarm, playing the song “Rain” by BTS. Fitting, considering that it is raining pretty heavily outside. You have three new texts from Namjoon, as well as like fifty from your group chat with Melanie, Skylar, and Ainsley (Skylar was the only one who didn’t hook up with anyone, apparently).

Kim Namjoon: So it’s raining 8:20 Kim Namjoon: maybe we should study at the library instead? 8:20 Kim Namjoon: ur call lol 8:21 You: sure 8:46 You: i dont feel like dealing with soggy notes today lmao 8:46

After a laughing emoji from Namjoon, you get ready to go meet him.

You spot him almost immediately in the library. He’s the one person not wearing sweatpants and a sweatshirt, and he waves at you when you walk in.

“Hello stranger,” you say, winking. He smiles, his eyes crinkling behind his glasses as he smiled. “Nice meeting you too, y/n,” Namjoon says, patting the seat next to him, “have a seat.”

You sit down and pull out two of your textbooks and your computer, while Namjoon clears a space on the desk for you.

“So, what exam are you studying for? I’m finishing up with my Civ Pro studying.” “I’m working on my Modern Literature essay prep,” you say, pulling up the essay document on your computer. “Ooh, I could help with that, I took Modern Literature last year.” Namjoon says, adjusting his glasses. “Okay, thank you!” You say, warmly. And so your study session begins.

The next few hours are spent not only studying, but also joking around and giggling. Studying with Namjoon was fun, but also very productive. The most productive you’ve been in months. You schedule more sessions for the next few days, and leave the library feeling very satisfied. You’re definitely cool with having a study partner.