Would Anyone,, Be Interested,,, To Talk To Me,, About Twenty Five Twenty One? Cause I Need To Cry Over

would anyone,, be interested,,, to talk to me,, about twenty five twenty one? cause i need to cry over who injeolmi is, cry about heedo winning her medal and making her father proud and cry over how baek yijin is so freakishly handsome and how i NEED to be seungwan and pls pls pls can i be friends with moon jiwoong

Germ 🖤🦠

hi parent, i would like to be shipped too ^~^

i like playing the piano nowadays and singing along cause its calming and soothing and listen to k-ballads more often than not. i'm a sucker for a good k-drama and i like blueberry ice cream hehe, i'm also learning german, latin and korean rn and my favourite colour is green !!! like everyone knows lol

This one is hard.

Chae chae, I ship you with...

OT7

I think Tae would be a big baby watching those kdramas with you and Jungkook would cuddle up and join you too, taking a spoonful of your blueberry ice-cream.

Namjoon would encourage you with your language learning and Yoongi with your piano.

For some reason I feel like Hobi and Tae would teach you the most Korean.

Jin would coach your singing while Jimin whispers things he's too shy to say out loud about your beautiful voice.

Send me an ask and I'll ship you with a BTS member

you people must really like this...

500+ notes??? why, when, where, how, whut.

thank you for the love,,, promise to write more angsty fluff ^^

i.n.v.u (j.jungkook x reader)

summary: it's ironic you envy and love him at the same time.

pairing: college!jungkook x introvert!reader

genre: friendstolovers!au, angst, happy ending

warnings: oneshot, its kinda angsty, pining from the reader's end, they're like friends but there's a fine line between friendly affection and actual love

a/n: cause I've been listening to invu by taeyeon on repeat.

You envy Jeon Jungkook.

You envy the nonchalant facade he puts up, walking around without having a care in the world. You envy the way he easily puts his arm around you, rubbing the sliver of shoulder peeking through, effectively raising goosebumps. You envy the way he seems to not be bothered by anything, always in his own little bubble.

You love Jeon Jungkook, you realize.

You love his nonchalant walk, oozing confidence and radiating positivity, offering genuine smiles to anyone who passes his way. You love the way Jungkook is comfortable with you, his hands and arms finding solace, wrapped around your body. You love the way Jungkook is unbothered by anything, always looking at the world in rose tinted glasses.

oh, the irony.

You think you're losing your mind.

What started as simple partners for a project ended up as friends who don't quite know their boundaries.

What started out as, "he's funny, let's see where this goes," ended up in, "it's been 15 minutes, why hasn't he texted me back yet?"

You had texted him in the morning, informing him that you wouldn't be attending college today because you were on the lookout for part time jobs. A simple "cool" would've sufficed, maybe even a "good luck today!" You didn't expect radio silence, something which you should've been used to since it's been happening for the past week. You sit on the bus stand bench, going through your conversations with him on your phone, wondering when or where you scared him off. You tap your foot in impatience, looking around for the bus when you happened to look at your phone for the time. You groan and get up, realising you missed the bus. As you trudge back home, heart heavy in your chest and phone equally heavy in your pocket, Mother Nature seems to have plans too, starting her downpour and matching your downcast mood.

Not bothering to take an umbrella in the morning-in your defence, it was extremely sunny today-you let yourself get soaked, washing away today's stress in a unique way, which you know will result in a cold tomorrow. It even gives you time to think about your relationship with Jungkook, something which you haven't thought about properly.

You had contemplated distancing yourself and cutting yourself off from him entirely, which clearly wasn't possible because he somehow always found his way back to you. You can't love him, even though you clearly do. You and him were stark contrasts. Despite him being an introvert like you, he easily found and made friends, a quality you envy.

At the same time, you can't not love him. Anyone would love his shy persona and once you get to know him, it's a rollercoaster ride. Jungkook knows you loves him, drunkenly admitted it to you one night when you picked him from a party. He caught the fleeting glances you gave him and fond smiles which graced your face whenever he talked.

He lamented how he could never reciprocate the love you gave him, crying out on your chest and effectively passing out on you, occasional hiccups emitted from him. Anyone in your place would think he would be speaking the truth and nothing but the truth. But you knew better. You caught the heart eyed gazes he sent you and the smiles which adorned his face whenever you gave him his favourite food.

You're positive you've lost your mind.

You have never run behind anyone like this, especially a man. You've never indulged in a ambiguous game like this, knowing it would end up harsh words being thrown about and precious hearts being wounded.

You've figured it's your kind of love though, enjoying the thrill it gave you, always waiting for the next move. Any sane person would let go of it, but this rollercoaster of emotions is the only thing which has kept you alive, not letting that tiny flame inside you become embers. You've found things about yourself you've never known through Jungkook.

You initially kept Jungkook at an arm's distance, like you usually do with anyone who interacts with you. Jungkook broke down your firm and sturdy walls, chip by chip. His frequent, uninvited presence in your studio apartment, along with tteokbokki and his dog, Bam grew on you. His warmth, provided by his bear hugs, calmed the storm within you.

You never believed in love, no. Having parents who focused solely on your grades and not you, paired with friends who used you for your brain, you lost faith in that fickle concept. You had no one to turn to in your troubled times, save for the plushie you got from your late grandma. You had gotten used to the grey, stormy clouds in your sky, starting to detest the occasional ray of sunshine.

Jungkook turned your whole world upside down, showing you that you can find peace in the midst of a storm. You just hope that when he leaves, he'll make it easy for your poor heart.

Shivering in the cold rain, you quickly walk into your apartment complex. You're shocked to say the least, seeing Jungkook walk out of your apartment, pulling his hoodie over his head.

"hey, you" you say offhandedly, like you're not soaked to the bone, shivering at sudden gusts of wind.

"where have you been?!" Jungkook says agitatedly, pulling you inside your apartment. You look around your apartment, surprisingly clean, ramen bubbling in a pot in your kitchen.

"i sent you a message?" you look at him, innocent face looking back at you. Realisation fleets across his face, "i didn't mean to leave you on read," he starts, "i was thinking." he finishes lamely. "thinking for one whole week? what were you thinking about?" you shrug off his helping hands, slipping off the heavy coat and shoes.

He winces at your cold tone, "sweets, i can explain, okay?" You seem to grow more irritated at the nickname he usually calls you, "what is there to explain? are you going to explain why you treat me like an option? like I'm some plan b to fall back on?"

You fire him the questions back to back, raising his temper too. "i don't know where you got that from, but i never treat you like an option," he says firmly.

Before you could open your mouth, he shoots back, "you're the one who seems to be the expert at ghosting, do you see me complaining?"

"you know why I do that, I've told you everything!" you're border-lining on losing your composure. "you're still not telling me as to why you suddenly just dis-"

"i needed time to think about us!"

"there never was an us!"

"well, would it really be so bad if there was one?!"

Well, that shut you up. Jungkook doesn't seem to take pride in that, instead he guides you to your bedroom, having laid out your his sweatshirt with your shorts. "freshen up and then we'll talk, okay? don't want you freezing to death."

And so you do just that. You take a steaming, hot shower and dress comfortably. The smell of spicy ramen and chicken wafts through your house. You want to tell Jungkook that food wont bribe you this time but when you see him zoned out, sitting on the floor and leaning against the couch, you think you'll be abit kinder to him this time.

You settle next to him, a gentle hand on his arm making him snap out of his reverie. He takes your hand in his large one, "i want you to know one thing," he says earnestly, "you never are or were an option to me. if anything, you're the only one for me."

You look at your now intertwined hands and to his imploring eyes, begging you to say something. "you know that you're special, right?" Jungkook is taken aback. You've never spoken to him like this, let alone about him. "you're the only one who I've chased behind and the only one who i let my emotions go haywire for," you glance at the spread he's laid out on your tiny table, TV ready with options to watch from Netflix. "I've never had anyone dote over me or make sure I'm fed daily." Looking back at him, you're not sure why tears well up in the bottom of your eyes. He leaves your hand in his lap and cups your face, eyes wiping the tears that fell astray. "the sky's crying, doesn't mean you have to," referring to raging thunderstorm outside. Contrary to the chaos which going on in your head, you feel at peace, having said your mind out to him.

His hands slip to their humble abode, your waist, pulling you closer with his sheer strength. His eyes closed and forehead leaning on yours, you mimic him, hands curling around his neck, trying to pull him closer. He ends up pulling you onto his lap, tiny pecks left on your lips and hands splayed firmly on your back, trying to convey all his emotions through his intimate actions. A smile grows on your face with the repeated kisses, catching him off-guard with a kiss back.

You envy Jeon Jungkook. Envy the way he easily found his way to your heart, making it his home.

You love Jeon Jungkook. Love the way he made your heart his home and love him for barging into your life, showing you that you're his only love.

“i love seeing you from my pov” was so cute omg!!!! i’m so glad i stumbled on it . also i was stalking your page (IM SORRY I SOUND CREEPY) and i was wondering should i start twenty five twenty one??? i finished business proposal and have been too lazy to start it,,,, also would u like to be mutuals???╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

awww thanks !!! hehe im glad you liked my blog >.<

bestie, pls

start twenty five twenty one A.S.A.P you will not regret, for sure. maybe you will have certain feelings towards the end but hey i loved loved loved it. it's literally in my top 10 dramas and that's saying ALOT considering the amount of dramas i've watched hehe ^^ i cried whenever the actors cried,, i swear they did such a job with it and also how is it always nam joohyuk getting female main leads who are athletes (hahaha just a small observation, no hate!)

i haven't started business proposal yet... should i start that ^~^

also ofc,,, i love making new friends !! so yeshhh we can be mutuals*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

how sad is it, that i'm dancing alone? - ex!spy!loki x bibi

"you look...dead"

"it's 45 degrees outside, bibi."

loki rubs and opens his eyes to find a messy haired bibi, judging him over her glasses. he can vividly remember the day she got them, gushing over how she looked like a typical kid in their early teens. she's all grown up now, he has too, he has noticed.

he blinks his eyes to see her more clearly, only to find himself squinting at fine dust particles. he sighs, the heat still evident in the room, including her presence.

he monotonously checks his phone, just to leave everyone on seen, not even bothering to reply to even his closest friends. he doesn't want anything to do with them, they remind him of simpler times. times when he wasn't staring off into space, times when he had someone on his bad days, times when he had someone by his side.

his phone keeps notifying him with various notifications, calling him back to his old job. how could he, without his partner-in-crime by his side? he vowed he would never go back, find himself a better job to help the world in a better way. it would be easy for his superiors to replace his partner, it would be easy to keep up his walls around them, not let them even through the tiniest crack, just like how bibi did.

she didn't slip through the gaps, no, that's highly uncharacteristic of her. she crashed them down, making them hubris. pulling up a depressed and frankly unimpressed loki, she showed him that, how many every gloomy clouds in the sky, the sun would always shine through.

he memorized everything she said, she did. he could map the freckles and acne on her face, drawing them with a black marker on her face, proudly showing off his newly found constellations, much to the amusement of bibi.

loki never thought someone would love him the way she did. they met in an unfortunate place, fortunately fell in love. for whatever reason they met, they loved, they lived. loki never opened himself immediately to her, still, she chose to never let go. he always prayed that she would be happy, cherished the days she was by his side, silently wishing and hoping that he could do that forever.

wishing? a childish concept to him. hoping? equally so. but he wished and hoped this was a fever dream, that he would wake up with continuous pillow hits to his face, that when he opens his eyes, he would see his love standing in front of him, cheeky smile adorning her face.

for whatever reason he owes to the higher ups, he's glad that he met someone like her. that he had the chance of loving someone so wonderful. he's glad that she was there during his blissful and weary days. for whatever reason he hates the higher ups, he hates that she was taken away so quickly from him. he hates that it was in the same unfortunate place that he lost her. it happened so quickly, like how a bullet is released from it's grip from the gun.

memories of her play like a broken record, like the one bibi had bought from an antique shop, forcefully placing his hands on her waist, dancing to creaky old tunes the record crooned. he dances alone now, a drink in his calloused hand to keep him company, traces of her all over his place. he's back where he started now, alone.

a/n: tbh, would've preferred to write a dead loki, but i asked, @biancablack2474 said it would rather be her. she asked, i delivered. here's a fic dedicated to you, bibi !!! pls don't be a spy ahahah :P