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Better Man .

~~~~~~~~~~I wish I could forget, when it was magic~~~~~~~~~~~~

Taehyung x Oc 

Rated 18 +

Post Divorce, Getting Back Together, Second chances, Angst.

 Chapter 1    Chapter 2   Chapter 3 

Chapter 4

How do you know you’re ready for kids? 

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11☾ no pretenses, no masks

warnings: explicit language

notes: long time no see… sorry this took forever! pretty hectic time in my life and everything was just happening at once and I was very overwhelmed. ngl, I kind of spiraled this past month, but i’m trying to be better! this is a short chapter compared to the last couple of ones, but it moves Jungkook’s plotline along and a new character appears :-) I hope you like it!

as usual, not edited, written in the middle of the night (it’s almost 4am where i’m at) so if you see any typos… pls disregard lol.

word count: 1,774

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[nov. 21, 2020]

Jungkook looks at the way your body falls limp into your bed and he begins to panic. His body freezes on the spot from the shock of reading that entry followed by seeing you pass out in front of him. It takes him a couple of seconds to regain his composure. He didn’t know if he should call 119 or if he should take you to the hospital himself. If he called 119, it might take a while for them to come to your apartment, but he didn’t know how he was going to carry you down to his car and secure your apartment by himself. As he was thinking of a plan, he heard the front door open. This put him in high alert. You didn’t mention anyone else coming over today and he knew that Yoongi wasn’t going to come until later.

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no cap one of the best fic's i'm reading right now

10 ☾ he said that’s how he still remembers me

warnings: explicit language (cursing), mentions of miscarriage, mentions of infidelity (not rlly but on thin ice)

notes: you guys… this is a long one and it’s kind of fast paced, but we are finally getting some answers and the drama really begins! next chapter will be emotional, that’s all I know. I’m sorry for putting you through all this angst!! also, I wanted to bring some attention to the crisis in the Philippines right now with all of the dangerous typhoons. A lot of people need donations and rescuing, so HERE is a link to a twitter thread of donation drives! Please make sure to check it out, share and help spread awareness!

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not edited!! sorry if there are any mistakes lmfao i usually am sleep deprived when i write so yeah, there are probably some errors.

word count: 5,614

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The days following Jungkook’s visit were dull, if anything. You’ve received texts from Yoongi saying that he couldn’t come visit until that weekend because he had to finish wrapping things up in advance at the company so that he could spend some time with you. You had argued over the phone like teenagers when you insisted that he didn’t need to do that and you could take care of yourself until Jin came back. Of course, that led to him ranting about what the doctor said about monitoring you and your symptoms for concussion and to get him to just shut up about the medical stuff (it made your brain hurt more than it did usually), you reluctantly agreed to his ‘visits’, as you’d rather call them.

[nov. 20, 2020]

It was Friday now and you still haven’t gotten any glimpse of actual memories back, although you have been having these strange dreams that you couldn’t really remember when you woke up. You could only describe the feeling it gave you as ‘sinking’, like you were drowning and you couldn’t escape. As much as possible, you tried not to think about these feelings, and focused more on trying to get to know the version of you who lived in this amazing apartment.

The past couple of days that you spent at this apartment put you in awe. It really was the apartment of your dreams, from the color of the furniture down to the little plants stuck in the corner of that tiny shelf in the kitchen. It was beautiful and so you. The only problem was that you couldn’t find anything to help with your current situation. You scoured every nook and cranny and couldn’t find anything dated after your wedding reception. No pictures, no post-its, notes or anything past that date. What you had found in your apartment, you already knew of (aside from the wedding photos). Past photoshoots, high school photos, a notebook full of movie ticket stubs. There was absolutely nothing in this apartment that gave you a clue to the life you lived during the four year gap in your memory.

You even tried to get into your twitter and instagram from when you were nineteen but you couldn’t log in. Wrong password every single time. When you tried to change your password for social media, the email you used had a different password too. You couldn’t figure out what you could have changed your password to. Every password combination you could think of, you tried, but none worked, so you decided to just skip that and maybe go over it later on. Or make a new one. That could work, too.

You couldn’t even look at your twitter account because for some reason, it was private and that seemed strange for someone with almost 130,000 followers. You could see your instagram account from your browser, but it wouldn’t let you see the pictures and posts in full size with the captions and comments, so you were really stuck.

A quick internet search of your name yielded things you already knew. Former model, current writer (that fact was still surprising to you). Old news articles of dating scandals that weren’t true, except for the one with Yoongi. More news articles about your divorce with no further information than what Yoongi had told you already.

It’s as if any clue about your life during your memory loss is unaccounted for. It seemed like at this point, you could only rely on other people telling you about your life and pray to whatever higher power there was to give you your memories back.

This futile search was beginning to make your stomach churn. You almost couldn’t suppress the bile rising up in your throat. Hopefully Jin would return soon. Maybe he could put all of the pieces back together for you.

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YOUR EYES TELL | JJK (12)

Summary: You live in a world where people see in black and white. The solution to finally see the colors? It’s simple. You need to meet your soulmate and look at him in the eyes, but what if the person bound to you is already contented with the monochromatic world? What if…Jeongguk, your soulmate, is already in love with someone else?

Alternatively:

“A future without you is a world without color.”

Genre: soulmate au, e2l, slow burn, angst, fluff, roommate au

Pairing: Artist!Jungkook x Lawyer!Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Note: i know the last chapter is <//3 so we’re taking a break from angst, okay? this chapter is very introspective! feel free to comment your thoughts, especially if you don’t agree with the way the characters think. there’s nothing i love more than learning and understanding the views and opinions of other people <333

 Warnings: alcohol consumption, and drunk driving (DO NOT DO THIS PLEASE.) 

SERIES:  CHAPTER 11 | CHAPTER 13

You had always wondered if time, just like success, was relative.

The world you lived in had this strict standard of what should happen once you meet your soulmate. For example, the moment you meet each other, you should be able to see colors—even if it was faint.

Weeks later, the two of you should start to develop strong romantic feelings.

Months after, the two of you should plan to get married.

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YOUR EYES TELL | JJK (11)

Summary: You live in a world where people see in black and white. The solution to finally see the colors? It’s simple. You need to meet your soulmate and look at him in the eyes, but what if the person bound to you is already contented with the monochromatic world? What if…Jeongguk, your soulmate, is already in love with someone else?

Alternatively:

“A future without you is a world without color.”

Genre: soulmate au, e2l, slow burn, ANGST, fluff, roommate au

Pairing: Artist!Jungkook x Lawyer!Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

SERIES:  CHAPTER 10 | CHAPTER 12

“You don’t have to pay me, Guk.”

 Jeongguk shook his head instantly. Yoongi was being absurd. How could he not pay his older friend?

 "I know you have the money, but I can’t just take ten thousand dollars from you, hyung.“ The younger boy pouted his lips.

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hellooow, i’m searching a fic since months now and i’m asking if maybe anyone knows where it went????,,, well what i can remember is that it was a yoongi x reader fic and some kind of different ways to show love or signs of love. i remember that one was for example that yoongi was brighter and giddier when he was around his phone, he’s normally nonchalant but because of y/n he’s different and the members felt it. and then i remember the last part where y/n tells him that she knows that he loves her and he’s all like :o and that she loves him too which makes him go like :O he can’t believe it so he asks her over and over again to repeat it and she does and he even teared up a lil... that was one of the best fics i’ve read, i even read it multiple times but now i can’t seem to find it anymore pls heeeelp. i think they were in a room like a kitchen in the last part and y/n was about to head out with namjoon to eat or something and then she confronted yoongi, i don’t know i remember something vaguely that she was almost ready to go had her jacket on and all and told namjoon to go wait for her and she just went back into the kitchen to get something and saw yoongi there and told him

3 ☾  phone in my hand and heart in my throat, it was my gift for the night

warnings: there are mentions of blood here because of the car accident.

notes: for all intents, the car accident happened on November 6, 2020 at around 8:45-50pm. The divorce was finalized on September 29, 2020.

In the busy night streets of Seoul, the car accident had caught the attention of terrified citizens. The witnesses were quick to call 119, but it took nearly 15 minutes for the ambulance and authorities to come and assess the situation.

You were unconscious the whole way through. When they dragged your body out from under the car, you whole body was covered in blood and bruises. By the time the EMTs got you to the ER, there was a flurry of nurses waiting for your arrival, having heard that there was a severe car accident involving a box truck. The other driver died on scene. You were the only one showing signs of life; a slow, but an existing pulse.

The nurses in charge took care of the belongings found in the car and looked through for any sort of identification. Though you were relatively well known in Seoul, it was hard to recognize your face when most of your body was smeared with blood. When they pulled out your medical records, it was a shock that there was only one emergency contact on file, and that contact was Min Yoongi. They dialed his number and waited for him to pick up but after nearly 6 tries, there was still no answer. The nurses ended up leaving a voicemail and a text (thanks to the newest system of tech they had at their hospital). It was hard to gauge what to do while they waited for a call back because there was no one else on your contact list. They could only hope that he would show up or at least call them back to send them any other important contacts.

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Min Yoongi was living his best life at the hottest nightclub in Seoul. Jungkook had invited him and Yura out to celebrate the news of their ‘official’ romance, despite knowing their feelings had been going on for a while now. For some reason, he had been feeling more alive than ever before. It was like his body regenerated and his energy was renewed when his divorce finalized and he was able to come out in public with Yura.

Two months post-divorce had looked good on him. It what all of his friends and coworkers had said to him and he really, really felt it. He was sitting in their private booth with Jungkook sitting across him and Yura cuddled up on his side.

“Never imagined that divorce could look good on someone, but look at you.” Jungkook says, smirking at he lifts up a shot in celebration.

Yoongi looks at him. “It’s been 2 months since the divorce already, you’ve said that to me so many times.”

Jungkook laughs, “yeah because it’s true. You and Y/n just never seemed right together. I felt like you guys were from completely different worlds. Yura seems to be more suited to you, huh?”

Yoongi peers over at Yura, who looks at Jungkook and begins to giggle.

“Yeah, I guess so. Whatever happened with Y/n doesn’t matter anymore. We didn’t work out and I’m with Yura now.” Yoongi states, almost as if he’s reassuring himself.

Jungkook and Yura both put up a shot and encouraged him to drink, but was interrupted by the sound of his phone ringing. That was strange because he had specifically told his assistants that no one should contact him today. He looked at the number and realized it was unfamiliar so he didn’t bother answering it. In the next 3 minutes, the same number had called 5 more times and left a voicemail, so he assumed it was probably something important related to business.

Yura looked at him strangely. “Who is it?”

Yoongi shook his head. “Not sure, I don’t know the number but it seems like an emergency. I’ll be right back.”

Holding his phone in his hand, Yoongi excused himself from the table. Jungkook and Yura both nod at him before he leaves for the side door.

The alley that the door opened up to was eerily empty. The air smelled differently due to the rain. Looking out onto the puddles on the concrete, he grumbles. He hates the rain. It always brought out unwanted memories.

He unlocked his phone to listen to the voicemail, only to be cut off by a text notification from an unknown number. He quickly read the text message, then read it again to make sure he was seeing things right. That can’t be right, right? 

Yoongi didn’t even realize he was holding his breath until he started coughing and choking. He started thinking about what to do. Seoul medical was 20 minutes away, but it was almost 9:30 so the streets shouldn’t be too crowded. If he speeds a little, he could probably cut it down to 10 minutes, but was that enough? He started thinking about the things that could happen in those 10 minutes. The text, nor the voicemail, had said anything specific so he was in the dark. All he knows is that Y/n is at the hospital and he was the only one listed on her emergency contacts. He was scared to go to the hospital and find out what happened. All he wanted at this moment was for her to be okay. Even if they already divorced, that didn’t mean he didn’t care for her. They spent 4 years of their lives together and they loved each other very much. It was impossible not to hold some kind of care for her.

Without a moment wasted, he ran back inside the club to grab his coat and his keys. He was stopped by Yura, who grabbed his arm and pulled him back.

“What’s going on? Where are you going?” She asked, eyebrows furrowed.

Yoongi shook her hand off. He was anxious to leave at this point. “It’s an emergency, I gotta go. I’ll call you later okay?” He told her.

“What’s wrong?” Jungkook asks as he gets up from the seat.

Jungkook can see the stress in Yoongi’s face and knew something was terribly wrong.

“Y/n’s in the hospital right now, they called me because I’m her only contact so I have to go now.” Yoongi explains before running out of the club and into his car. He couldn’t hear Yura and Jungkook calling his name over the ringing in his ears. Somehow, he mustered up the energy to text Seokjin. If he was the only contact on your list, that must have meant Seokjin didn’t know you were in the hospital yet.

The drive to the hospital was long and excruciating. He felt like the anxiety was building up and swarming his skin as he kept repeating the text message and the voicemail in his head. It can’t be anything serious right?, he thinks to himself.

When he got to the hospital, it was so much busier than it looked outside. He ran through the sea of people to the receptionist. The lady behind the desk looked to be middle-aged and didn’t care for his frantic state.

Yoongi can barely catch his breath enough to talk. “I’m here for Kim Y/n, please tell me where she is!” he musters.

The lady looked up at him strangely. “Name and relation to the patient, please?”

“It’s Min Yoongi. I’m the husband,” he states, not even noticing the slip of tongue.

“Alright, give me a sec to look up her room.” The lady says nonchalantly, as if it wasn’t a fucking emergency at all. 

In that moment, he hears the beeping of his phone and realizes that he had been holding onto his phone so tight that the palms of his hands were turning red. He looked at the notification and sees that it’s a text from Jungkook.

Another nurse passes by them and takes a second look at Yoongi. She turns towards him and greets him.

“Hi, Mr. Min, right? I’m the one who texted and left the voicemail. I’ll take you over to the ER lobby and we can talk about what happened and all of the paperwork.” She says in a soft tone. She started walking into a hallways before Yoongi could even reply, but he thanked her in his head for being straightforward.

She led him to a nearly empty narrow hallway with chairs attached to the wall. The blaring red light on the wall looked ominous.

“This is the emergency waiting room for Ms. Kim Y/n. Do you know if she has any other relatives to contact?” She asked.

Yoongi almost collapsed into the seat. The anxiety of rushing to the hospital had turned his legs into jelly.

“I know her cousin. I texted him before I came here. There’s no need for you guys to call. Thank you so much for everything you did.” He says, expressing his gratitude.

Taking out his phone, he quickly went onto your cousin’s contact info and texted him.

“It’s no problem at all. Did you want us to update her contact information?”

“No, that’s not necessary. Can you tell me what happened?”

“From what I know, it was a car collision involving a box truck on the smaller side. The side opposite Y/n was impacted, and the other driver died on scene. If you would like to wait, the doctor or one of the nurses will be out with the chart.” She informed him.

Yoongi could barely speak. He could barely absorb the information.

“We think the collision might have been due to the rain.” She adds.

He could only nod. She hates the rain.

“I’ll let you wait here then. You can come to the receptionist again when you’re ready to fill out her paperwork.” She said before nodding at him and leaving the waiting room.

Now, Yoongi was all alone and his only source of reality was the blaring red light on the wall indicating an operation was happening.

A beeping interrupted his solemn thoughts and from the corner of his eyes, he sees his phone light up with a text message notification again. He picks it up and sees that it’s from Jungkook again, telling him that he was here.

It was only a couple of minutes later that Jungkook was shown into the waiting room by the same nurse. Yoongi looked up at him and saw him running towards where he was sitting. His wavy hair was sticking to the sweat on his forehead and his breaths were short. He took the seat next to Yoongi and looked at him with worried eyes. Yoongi looked back at him confused.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” He asked.

“Have they told you what happened already?” Jungkook asked.

“Not much, only that it was a car accident and the other driver died on scene. Nothing about Y/n yet. I’m scared.” Yoongi’s voice cracks and he’s worried that he’s going to start crying. There was too much uncertainty in this situation that he can’t sit still and calm down. He doesn’t know what’s going on in that operating room and no one has come out yet to tell him how Y/n is.

Jungkook snaps him out of his thoughts.

“When I was driving here, I think I saw the scene. The box truck was on the smaller side, but it was still big. I couldn’t really tell what happened, but Y/n’s car was totaled. The whole right side is crushed. I think it was the car you gave her. There was a lot of blood on and around her car.” He states while putting an arm around Yoongi’s shoulder.

The scene that he passed by was terrifying. He couldn’t imagine anyone surviving that. The amount of blood that was on the ground was out of a horror movie. He may not have liked Y/n but he never wished anything as horrifying as what he saw on her, or anybody. He could tell Yoongi was scared. The man was shaking in his seat and his right leg was constantly jittering. 

Yoongi scoffs. “That doesn’t help at all, man. She hated driving that car, and she hated the rain. She hated driving in the rain the most because it scared her. Why would she be out driving when it was pouring? Jin said he talked to her before she left and he said she was getting food, but couldn’t she have just gotten in delivered? I don’t understand this.”

That’s how Jungkook can tell that Yoongi’s scared. He starts to ramble, and in that fear he began to reminisce about the small facts about you that people normally wouldn’t notice.

“I don’t know, hyung. I didn’t know her like you did. She might not even be the same person you knew. Maybe she likes driving in the rain now. Either way, no one would have ever expected this to happen to her. She’ll be okay. Look, the light is still on. That means they’re still working on her. There’s still hope.”

Yoongi groans and covers his face with both of his hands. He couldn’t even begin to comprehend this whole situation. The weight of Jungkook’s hand on his shoulder and the constant blaring of the red light made it seem like he was in hell waiting for his punishment.

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i hope you kpoppies know that defending seungri in this situation does absolutely nothing for him and only serves to dig a whole for yourself. this issue is so much bigger than an almost 30 year old kpop man involved in a sex rumor. this goes up to the elected officials. this goes to politicians. this goes to the 1% in korea.

this is not a kpop scandal. this is a system of corruption in south korea that has been around for a long time, and it’s finally being unfolded… and you wanna defend him? you want to defend person who was not only proven to be in the kkt groupchat where they sent videos of them raping drugged women, passing them around like they were trophies to be proud of, and where they continuously joked about raping and drugging more women. they bragged about their rapes. they sent ㅋㅋㅋㅋ’s when they brought up their latest victims. and you want to pretend that this is a smear campaign? one of them already confessed. there’s no coming back from this.

the victims of this horror are celebrities in korea. idols. your favorite girlgroups were coerced into sex/raped and recorded without their consent. those videos were shared in between these men. the police have confirmed this, and it’s speculated that there’s more evidence the police are hiding. there have been murders related to this case. arson. you’re not fighting for justice when you say things like “innocent until proven guilty,” you’re supporting the people who want to bury this.

not only was seungri proven to be an active manager and atendee at his burning sun club in gangnam, but yg was proven to be the owner of the club. he has been evading taxes for gods know how long.

they’re looking at seungri for the illegal distribution of drugs, hidden camera filming and distributing the footage, and pimping.

please utilize your braincells and realize this is so, so much bigger than just seungri. than just yg. than a kkt groupchat. this is south korean politics, corruption, coercion, and prostitution rings. this goes years back, to when the past president was in office.

i implore you, have sympathy for the victims. they’re the ones who are really suffering from this.

my problem with anyone saying “innocent until proven guilty” is the fact that you’d rather trust the already-proven corrupt system rather than sympathize with the victims. i promise you women who fake these kinds of stuff represent a very small percentage of those kinds of cases. i don’t think anyone would willingly play into these monstrosities for the sake of publicity, especially when it isn’t the first time the accused have been put under the light like this

please… just hope that these victims get even the smallest fraction of justice. that is the literal least you can do

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choose kindness even when others have not been kind to you

i really wish everyone had good hearts and good intentions for others. honestly.

kiwi (m) | myg

⇢ summary: college is supposed to be a time to reinvent yourself, to find new beginnings, make friends, initiate a transformation—and yet you cannot possibly do that with min yoongi, your ex-boyfriend and university tattoo artist, living in the very same apartment complex while looking as if he stepped out of a dream. (post breakup au; enemies to lovers au; college au)

⇢ genre: smut; eventual angst and fluff

⇢ word count: 10.3k

⇢ warnings: sexual content (dom and sub tones, spanking, edging, fingering, body worship, penetration, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, degradation, dirty talk); swearing; alcohol use

⇢ note: inspired by the song kiwi, the fact that my ex lived in the same dorm as me in my first year of uni, and @94hixtape, who helped spit out ideas with me :’)

PART ONE | ?

Love is a fucking joke, you’ve decided.

So is going away to the same university as your ex. So is purchasing a whole new wardrobe with money you do not have to reinvent yourself. So is impulsively getting tattoos in the middle of the evening while stupidly wine-drunk with your newly acquired roommate. So is everything, probably, but perhaps you are merely a very cynical person at the moment.

Alcohol does that to you more often than not.

“Jennie,” you hiss, tugging on your roommate’s arm as she chats up the oddly adorable young man behind the front desk. The ardent buzz of tattoo needles fills your ears like a beehive. “Jennie, come on, this is a really fucking terrible idea—“

Jennie leans forward on the counter, twirling a finger around the ends of her long hair while flashing a million watt smile.

“How long have you been working here, then?” she asks the young man.

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What do you do when a network bans your song for ‘possible homosexual theme’?

Of course, kiss your group mate on his face and neck multiple times while on recorded broadcast.

This is the only image that should be circulating today regarding Jonghyun’s funeral service. Please give his family and friends privacy to mourn their loss. Do not look for updates on who is attending and who isn’t. Do not look for other pictures. Do not start rumours and do not even read them. This is their time to grieve, please give them space. They need it.

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