Just Wrote Down Something For A New Taehyung Fic That'll I'll Work On Once I'm Done With Everything Else,

Just wrote down something for a new Taehyung fic that'll I'll work on once I'm done with everything else, I'm so excited for it!!!

I'm back!

Sorry this past two weeks were crazy, enjoy the Namjoon au though! 8.5 thousand words of good ol' sexy Namjoon! Coming soon Unsinkable chapter 6 and Jin au!

Unsinkable ||j.jk|| — Chapter 6

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Description: The 1910s are the peak of passenger ships, it was also the peak of classism, Jungkook is a third class immigrant from Korea, and you are a first class “prisoner” not wanting to go back to a life of strict standards. Once you meet Jungkook, life seems worth living, but when tragedy strikes, will you guys make it out to live the life you planned?

Genre: Titanic AU, poor/artist!JK x rich!f reader, angst, fluff, very slight smut, forbidden love.

Warnings: ANGST, major character death, mention of grave injuries, blood, thoughts of death and drowning, descriptions of mass panic.

Word Count: 1.4k+

Jungkook was stressed, or maybe that was an understatement. He was almost able to get away from Yoongi's grip if it wasn't for the Master-at-Arms being right there. They left him in that room, handcuffed to a pipe whilst the aforementioned went back to the main deck to assist with the evacuation of the ship.

Jungkook didn't think that he would die in a sinking ship, he had done so many other dangerous things in his short life. He reminisced about the time he was ice fishing with Chris and the ice gave out underneath him, the water was so cold, but he was quick to get out. He’d been to those county fair roller coasters and gotten off just before a piece of the track fell apart. He didn’t usually consider himself to be lucky until now, when he realized he had taken all the other times he had escaped being seriously injured or worse for granted.

How long had he been handcuffed?

The room slowly filled more and more with water, slowly tipping over where he had to hold on to a pipe to ensure he wouldn't hurt himself or his wrist. He'd hoped his death would be quick, then again he'd known from a book one of his parisian muses let him read, that if pain is what you wanted, drowning was the way to go. He wished he could've seen you one more time, that he would have kissed your lips one more time.

His laments were interrupted by a door being broken open, and he was shocked to see you there, water almost up to your waist, accompanied by Chris and an ax. “Yn? Chris? What the hell are you doing?” He questioned as both of them pushed through the water to make it to him, “we're not going to let you die, Jungkookie,” Chris said.

Getting to Jungkook had been challenging, you had to escape your mother, Namjoon and Yoongi after they had dragged you to the first class staircase to wait, it took strength and you spitting on Namjoon's face, but you'd be damned to go live a life that would be worse than dying on this boat.

On your way down, you ran into three young men who you found rather quickly to be Jungkook’s friends, and at first, when all three found out what your lover's fate was, they wanted to go with you, Chris however, insisted if anything were to happen Jungkook would be angry if all four of them died.

It was a funny thing to have to think about at such a young age, death. They were all in their early 20s and you were barely 21, you had so much to live and yet right at this moment, it was uncertain whether you'd be alive in the next hour. Ultimately, Chris came with you because Jungkook had been his friend for the better part of 4 years, and he was not going to leave him to drown, at least not on his own.

Chris had walked you through how to use the ax and had you make a couple practice swings, before you moved on to your main target.

“You've got this darling, I know you won't hurt me,” Jungkook assured you, and you were doing your best to hold back your tears, because one wrong cut and you coming down here would be for nothing. But luckily that wasn't the case, the cuffs around his wrist split and now they were like two bracelets, you let go of the ax which made a big splash

He wasted no time bringing you into his arms, hugging you tightly and kissing your head, and then hugging Chris, “we have to go if we want to make it to a lifeboat with Taehyung and Jimin,” the latter said, and you all made your best effort to run since there was no way of telling when the next burst of water would make it through.

It was unfortunately too soon.

The water came quick as you ran to the last working elevator, it sounded like a stampede of horses was running through the ship, the sound ever close as you finally had started to notice a difference in the water's height, you were starting to see your feet again, although a little too late.

You heard a loud groan, seeing that Chris had fallen behind, “Chan!” You heard Jungkook call, was that also Chris' name? “There was a hole in the wood, my foot’s stuck,” he struggled as attempted to get his foot out, Jungkook immediately jumped to help him, trying his best to be gentle, “damn you and your big feet,” his doe eyes were filling with tears they could now see the water coming quickly toward them, if they didn't get him out of there quick enough they would be dragged back, and would likely die.

“I don't care if my foot is hurt, just pull me out”

You joined in their attempts at liberating the poor man, and the screams that followed made you nearly burst into tears, it was just in time, as his foot popped out — you didn't dare look at it, afraid of it's condition — the water gushed down the hallway, loud impact of the waves against the walls of the ship, running for the small box that would bring you up to the main deck.

But it wasn't there, the gate was closed, and the lift was gone from where you had left it. You could feel your eyes swell with tears. Was this how you were going to go? Drowned in a ship never to be seen again? Because your body would most likely stay with the ship, would it even survive the depths of the ocean?

“There's a staircase this way!” Chris yelled, you saw the two men starting to run and so did you. As the water level kept getting lower thanks to what you could only assume was the way the ship was sinking.

It took some time, but you made it up the main deck just in time to see the chaos and panic. Men rushed to help lower the lifeboats, as well as women of all classes yelling for their husbands as they were placed in boats, or yelling for their children as they frantically looked through the main deck.

“LUCY?! Please has anyone seen my Lucy?! I can't leave the ship without her!” A mother screamed next to you, running through the crowd of people, looking through every nook and cranny. You watched as she went inside the boat once more, and you hoped she would be able to get out if she went any lower than any of the higher decks.

Your attention was ripped away when you heard the sound of gunshots ring.

“NO!” You heard a loud scream, seeing a circle forming in front of one of the lifeboats. The voice sounded familiar, and you hadn't realized you were moving until you felt Jungkook's hand sliding into yours, “you move quickly through a crowd,” the small joke making you chuckle. It was refreshing and appreciated. You pushed through, and once you finally made it to the front of the circle you dropped Jungkook's hand.

Yoongi was crying over Namjoon's body.

“I told you to stay back, women and children only!” The officer standing with his gun drawn spat back. “So you shoot him?! You incompetent fuck?!” Yoongi's eyes seemed to have a never ending stream of tears, his voice uneven. You knew that Namjoon and him were close since childhood, Yoongi had been working with Namjoon for a long time, his dad had worked with the aforementioned's family before Yoongi started to years later.

You slowly walked up to Yoongi, placing your hand on his shoulder “WHAT?!” He turned to you, his features softening, something he'd never done toward you, you looked down to see your ex-betrothed, his white shirt had a large scarlet stain in his stomach. “Ynie?” You heard him call, “Yoongi hyung?”

“We're here Namjoon-ah,” Yoongi sobbed, even in his weak state, Namjoon's dimpled smile made an appearance, “I'm sorry for being for being an ass to you Ynie,” you couldn't help the few tears that spilled from your eyes, the dragon eyed man stared up at your lover, giving him a stern nod which the younger man reciprocated, you sobbed watching the wordless exchange. “Take good care of them hyung,” he sighed.

You watched as Namjoon's grip on Yoongi's shoulder was slowly losing strength, until the only thing keeping their hands together was Yoongi desperately holding onto his best friend. You watched as he continued to sob for a few more minutes, the crow's dispersing in their own panic trying to reach a lifeboat, until he only sniffled.

“Let's get out of here,” Yoongi said sternly, “where are the rest of your friends Jeon?”

Hi!

Out of my slump, everyone thank my sis in law for talking ideas with me back and forth, for three hours, on Sunday lol.

If Walls Could Talk follow up "If" will be released by Sunday night, after that, One That I Want and Unsinkable updates and hopefully Seokjin oneshot, although I'm highly considering turning that into a short fanfic because I really like the story and would like to flesh it out more, anyway, see y'all soon!

Ps: enjoy a pic of my kitty because he's the cutest ever and I had to share

Update

Alrighty! Just finished the next updates for One That I Want and Unsinkable, my creative juices have been flowing and let's hope it stays that way.

We only have a chapter or two left of Unsinkable, after that I think I may go through with turning the Seokjin drabble into a short or full fanfic, I also have a super fun idea for a Jimin fanfic so stayed tuned for that!

Finally One That I Want chapter 11 will be posted this Friday at 12am EDT, and Unsinkable chapter 7 will be posted next week on Monday at 12am EDT, I hope you'll enjoy them!

-Maria💜

Unsinkable ||j.jk|| - Chapter 7

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Description: The 1910s are the peak of passenger ships, it was also the peak of classism, Jungkook is a third class immigrant from Korea, and you are a first class “prisoner” not wanting to go back to a life of strict standards. Once you meet Jungkook, life seems worth living, but when tragedy strikes, will you guys make it out to live the life you planned?

Genre: One-shot, Titanic AU, poor/artist!JK x rich!f reader, angst, fluff, very slight smut, forbidden love.

Warnings: major character death, major maritime disaster, descriptions of panic, child abandonment, alcohol consumption, misunderstanding of character death, ANGST.

Word Count: 1.4k+

Oh Taehyung was in a big predicament now, he didn’t know at what point he and Jimin had been separated, but he was a nervous wreck. He was literally right behind him, when they got away from their room with Chris, when they had run into you and when you and Chris left, he was right behind him as they made it to the main deck, where the hell had he run off to now?

“JIMINIE” he screamed through the hoard of panicked passengers who were doing their best to get on the next lifeboat out of there. Taehyung wanted to find Jimin so they could do the same, maybe he’d wandered off to the area of the ship where they were letting no men board and was helping the women and children get on? Maybe he’d gone back down to help you and Chris find Jungkook? Maybe he’d gone back down all together and decided it’d be better to die at sea? Although Taehyung couldn’t possibly imagine that being something his best friend would do.

Jimin had come from humble beginnings, orphaned and left to his own devices he lived through the system until he was 18, with the little money he’d managed to save he got the first boat out of Busan to London for a fresh start, it was difficult at first, learning a new language and finding work when immigrants were looked down upon often, but Harland and Wolfe had given him a chance. He was part of the crew that had built Titanic, granted Jimin had no experience building ocean liners, but it paid the bills and his tuition at university, where he’d met Taehyung. Finding another Korean felt like a breath of fresh air, and after finding out that Taehyung’s grandfather worked for the same shipyard and was also working on the same ship, it wasn’t long before the older man took Jimin in like one of his own, sharing the small efficiency apartment he’d rented close to the shipyard. Jimin was Taehyung’s brother by all intents and purposes, he couldn’t leave him behind.

He started making his way back down to the same doorway he’d come out of just twenty minutes ago, he was going to find Jimin no matter what, they had promised to be there for each other on this journey, and if Jimin was going to die down there… Well, Taehyung had no choice but to join him.

“Jungkook-ah!” the doe-eyed man looked around, finding Jimin in the crowd of people, was he holding a baby?

“Hyung!” he ran toward him, quickly pulling him in for a hug, once they separated he noticed the man’s eyes were full of tears, “I can’t find Taehyung, we came up here together and then I saw this little one in a corner, left all alone and I couldn’t not go grab him, I couldn’t not help him, and now I can’t find him and I’m scared that we won’t find him in time,” he rambled on as more tears ran down his cheeks, Jungkook looked toward bow of the ship, the door that the fancy car you and him had been in not more than an hour ago completely submerged, if Taehyung went back down, he wouldn’t have taken long to realize there was nowhere to go anymore. “I’m sure we’ll find him hyung, he can’t have gone far,” he reassured him. 

“Yeah, there’s nowhere to go,” Yoongi added, and you elbowed him pretty harshly, “horrible timing,” you simply said. 

“Where were you headed anyway?” you asked the tearful man who had subconsciously started rocking the baby in his arms.

“We heard through the grapevine that the other side of the ship is letting men on the boats once all women and children have boarded, that’s when I saw him,” Jimin looked down at the infant, he was a year old at best, months old at worst, you couldn’t tell because Jimin had wrapped him in his jacket to keep him warm, all you could see was his face.

How could someone leave their child behind? Jimind said he’d been laid down on the floor, in a corner, what if the panicked crowd stepped on him? What if he was kicked and thrown in the ocean? The poor thing would die quickly and so painfully. “Let’s start heading there then,” Chris stated, going the opposite direction of the bow so they could go to the other side of the ship, you walked up to Jimin and gave his arm a reassuring squeeze, “we’ll get out of this and so will Taehyung,” he simply nodded at your words and followed you all.

The scene you found on the other side was a stark difference to where you had come from, the crowd was in a somewhat controlled chaos, with the officers trying their best to load the boats to capacity, even if a few still came up looking empty, they were nothing compared to the other ones you’d seen leave the ship.

“WOMAN AND CHILDREN FIRST,” one of them yelled, Jungkook and Yoongi pushed along, but you refused to get on until all of them could get on.

Unfortunately, that time never came. You hadn’t know how long the boat had been sinking, but the rumble underneath you was a sign that it wasn’t going to be there much longer, “Jimin you go, you have the baby, we will find you late,” Yoongi said authoritatively, the younger still looked terrified and upset, the tears had started to come back as he was urged into the boat. “Please, let Tae know when you find him how sorry I am for not telling him to wait,” Jimin hiccuped as the boat was lowered.

Jungkook turn toward you, taking off his life jacket and placing it on you, he must’ve seen the terror in your face, he cupped your cheek with his hand, rubbing it with his thumb, “just in case darling, I can handle paddling for while, I want to make sure you have extra support.” The rumbling came back just as the boat Jimin was in started to row away, Yoongi and Jungkook steadied you whilst Chris looked at the ground he’d been standing on start to rip apart, the lights flickering off entirely now, all you heard was screams, one particularly close to you.

“MOVE-” was the last thing you heard Chris yell, before you couldn’t see him anymore, you did see the sparks, realizing that the ship split in half, you felt Jungkook’s hold on you tightened as he screamed bloody murder, his best friend was gone, you brought your hand up to your mouth to drown out your own sobs. Tears poured out of his eyes furiously, Yoongi started moving you up towards the tip of the stern, “we need to find something to hold onto before this goes down!” Jungkook reluctantly followed, and now he thought of Taehyung, what if he was also killed by the ship breaking? Jimin would be inconsolable, even more so if he’d seen it happen.

However, you found Taehyung, inconsolable, holding onto the rail at the top of the stern, passing a flask to a man wearing a cook’s uniform. “Jungkook-ah!” he sounded cheerful, almost as if they weren’t in their current situation, “have you met the head baker? He’s been sharing the flask of whiskey with me,” his words were so slurred together, it took a lot of your concentration to understand what he was saying.

“Jimin was so worried about you, and you were getting drunk?” Yoongi was exasperated, was this guy serious? Taehyung’s eyes widened at the mention of his best friend. “Jimin is okay?” It felt like the world was quiet all the sudden, “I thought he died, I went down to look for him but there was too much water, and when I came back I heard a Korean passenger was shot and killed and I-”

Everyone looked at Taehyung with sorrow, “yes, he was at the main deck the whole time, he found a baby all by himself and couldn’t leave him be,” Yoongi explained, a bit less harsh this time, his voice wavered after the mention of his best friend’s death, “he was able to get on a lifeboat with the baby.” Taehyung looked down, a small hum coming from his lips, “he’s always talked about wanting to adopt you know, he wants to give his future kids everything he didn’t get,” the man who usually had a boxy smile adorning his face was all serious now, “we have to make it out, I can’t die and leave him all alone.”

Everyone was in agreement, as the stern slowly tipped up and made its final plunge, you thought it the water was getting closer way faster than you’d imagined. “Hold your breath!” was the last thing you heard someone say before you were pulled underwater.