My Time

My Time

pairing: yandere!fan!Jungkook x fem!actress!Reader

genre: retro, drama, thriller, oneshot

summary: Aspiring to be one of the top actresses of the 20th, you crave recognition for the blood, sweat and tears you put into your work that only your fan who’s hopelessly devoted to you provides: Jeon Jungkook. You’re always a supporting role and despite never leaving the shadows, he brings light to your presence through his letters.

It’s only when you have the opportunity to be seen by all as the lead that he becomes the looming darkness darkness that casts the shadow over you.

warnings: murder, stalking, violence

word count: 7.9k

a/n: this was inspired by the fan :’) look out for the parallels between phantom of the opera and their wuv story 😎 ps if theres a mistake pls lmk

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Dear Sorelli,

Before I attempt to describe the beauty of your work, which is a very hard task to do considering I could write a whole novel about your breathtaking performance in the Phantom of the Opera, I must mention how cheated you must feel for not taking the role of Christine. It’s understandable of course, for you are the most talented actress anyone has ever come across, but I’m ashamed to admit I was relieved when I first heard of the casting. 

It is one of my favorite plays, and you portrayed La Sorelli perfectly; your dance, your expressions and tonality… you were the main character in my eyes. You deserve to be in the spotlight always, and the theatre director didn’t do you justice by the very few scenes that you starred in, but is it wrong to say I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way?

Christine has too many kissing scenes, and I can’t imagine how I would feel if you were to play her; I predict I’d be shattered, and for that I’m grateful that you didn’t get the lead. And the outfits you wore… I tried to be respectful by looking away every time you bent or crouched in that tight ballerina costume, but I didn’t want to miss out on your performance. If that comes off too straightforward, pardon me, I did my very best to keep a clean mind. 

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i don’t know if you do this but since u like stepdad fics (me fucking too LMAO) do u mind recommending some? >_<

GOD THIS IS SO DISAPPOINTING BUT I ACTUALLY ONLY REMEMBER ONE and i feel like everyone knows this one 💀 it's the scent of a flower and wOw some long list of fics i have here :,)))

How would jeongguk react to oc wearing his clothes and acting all cute?

i'd imagine it would go like this:

"Oh, you're flaunting," Jungkook teases playfully as you twirl in his shirt, holding the hems like it's a dress before doing a curtsy. "What, are you rubbing it in my face that you pull my clothes off better than I do?"

"Why, thank you, but that is not at all my intention good sir," you put both palms on your chest, feigning an apologetic and elegant stance. He cocks a brow with an amused smile from his bed where he props himself up on his elbows.

"That's why you're holding this fashion runway? Pardon my language your majesty, but I claim bullshit."

"Hey!" you huff and cross your arms. "If you don't like it, then just say so and I'll stop."

"No, don't," he laughs and shakes his head, "you look absolutely adorable in those clothes. Keep a few. I want to see you in them outside of my dorm."

How would jk react if oc's mom doesn't like him?

oc would stop him from arguing with her and accept that her mom doesn't approve of their relationship because she can't change her mind, and though it would hurt jk in the process, she has to rely on her mom due to finances since she doesn't have a job yet. she'd explain that to him later on, and fool her mom into thinking she cut contact with him. oc keepin secrets 😩 bad gorl

Btw if my boyfriend wants to tattoo my whole name he is f*cked. Bc my name has 19 syllabes.....

girl WHAT 😳 he should tattoo it on his arm then, otherwise is he really the one 🙄

How do you fall back in love with life?

clean your room.  clean space, uncluttered space, space that doesn’t have miasma clinging to it can work wonders.  clean the dishes.  sweep.  take out the trash.  peel the clothes off the floor and wash them, and then actually fold/hang them.  take a long shower.  scrub behind your knees.  brush your teeth.  (this can be utterly exhausting, but try to get it done in a day, if you can.  the end result is worth it.)

pull out your notebook.  it doesn’t need to be a new notebook, but preferably one that you don’t usually write in, or that you haven’t touched in a while.  fuck moleskins.  the yellow legal pad will work fine.  sit in your room, or in the park, or in the library, and write a list.  count clouds.  describe all the colors that you see, and note patterns that arise.  sketch the cracks in the walls.  note the shape light makes when it enters a space.  talk about what the air tastes like, smells like.  what sounds are there?  even the white nose, break that down: air planes, fans, cicadas, anything.  remind yourself that you are sitting in the middle of a space brimming with detail.  remind yourself that you are not in nothingness and emptiness.  your world is fathomless.  it has potential.

drink cold water and try to eat something that isn’t processed.  it does not need to be fancy.  buy yourself an apple with the change between your couch cushions.  eat it outside.  if you’re someone who walks, walk somewhere afterwards, just to stretch your legs.  take your fucking meds.  remember that its a good thing that you are inside your body.  your body is a fantastic and endlessly intricate machine, and even though society has smacked a bunch of poisonous ideas on it, that doesn’t change its inherent worth and splendor.  take care of it.

read a novel.  underline your favorite lines, and write phrases that twist your heart inside your chest on the back of your hand with an ink pen.  read a novel like it’s poetry.  read poetry, something decadent but unpretentious.  watch a movie you haven’t seen before.  if there are free art galleries near you, walk through one.  take your time.  let yourself bask.  if there are patterns in what makes your soul ache, write those patterns down – marbles arches or soot crumbling bricks or dandelions or descriptions of dresses or whatever it is, write them down.

your chosen family is important.  remember, they picked you as much as you picked them.  the love has no obligation.  it is given freely and it is given from a place of compassion.  you are not a burden.  if you need to breathe, take a minute by yourself and just exist, but remember to go back to your people.  when they need you, listen and be gracious.  always be gracious.  the universe sometimes remembers things like that.

listen to new music.  link jump on youtube or related artist jump on spotify or ask the chap beside you in the cafe what their favorite band is, and listen to that.  listen to something that you don’t usually listen to.  we tend to tie up a lot of memory with music.  we are falling in love again.  the soundtrack needs to be specific to that.  

allow yourself to indulge in romantics.  press flowers in old books.  play movies with subtitles and mouth the words.  dance in your room.  wear something that makes you feel good, even if you wouldn’t wear it in public.  write your chosen family letters, even if you hand deliver them.  write poetry, even awful poetry.  revel in its awfulness.  eat dark chocolate and when your chosen family want to go out, try to go out with them sometimes, even if its just to the market.