Falling // Chapter One

Falling // Chapter One

Ship: Yoonjin/Sin | Min Yoongi x Kim Seokjin Group: BTS Rating: [T] Teen and Up Audiences Word Count: 1,573  Summary: Seokjin, a modern day prince tired with his boring hand fed life, finds himself taking interest in the commoner boy, Yoongi, when he is called in to be warned by Seokjin’s father for trying to sell his mixtape in the streets of their market. Their unexpected friendship brings forth even more unexpected events that will change their lives forever. Copy Right Claim: this is a work of fiction and my original work so please do not copy or repost this A/N: This is going to be a 3 part short story. I only really intended for this to be a one shot so the storyline isn’t too deep and it’s not that long.I love all BTS ships but I’d never really understood Yoonjin until I was on @dreamydxze‘s tumblr and all the fanart just made me fall in love. To add onto that this wonderful fantake by @catrisyia came up on my blog and inspired me to write this story.

Chapter One: In Love

He watched the lights from the television flicker on the ceiling, casting long shadows along the floor. His head on one arm whilst the other rested on his stomach, Yoongi lay on the scratchy white sheets of the hotel room bed, listening to the sounds of the running shower and watching the ever changing lights above him. He could hear him in the shower, moving around and eventually turning off the tap and stepping out. He could almost imagine him stepping around cautiously trying to make minimum contact with the bathroom. Tiptoeing around, water dripping everywhere in the haste, and making an absolute mess, thinking about it makes Yoongi chuckle softly.

“What are you giggling about?”

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yoongi’s thoughts | 8

I think you were the key to the heart I had forbid  to keep on feeling

To keep out the sticks of criticism  To keep out the stones of skepticism

Unknowingly I had silenced my own self Too afraid to be exposed to emotion

Unwilling to be hurt yet again but you, you

you tore down my walls you dug through the rubble  in search of the key

you didn’t find it so you tried to break  down the door instead

Hoseok, you don’t know what you have done for my heart

and I know I can never repay you

- yg

How do you move on? You move on when your heart finally understands that there is no turning back.

J.R.R. Tolkien (via wordsnquotes)

We only fail when we stop trying.

Rick Riordan, The Dark Prophecy (via quotesofthewrittennature)

After a freak accident sending you far back in time, somehow you make a new life for yourself. One day while whistling a tune from the future to yourself; someone joins in with the correct lyrics …

find our way

Summary: For every hundred reasons for him to leave, there’ll always be that one reason for him to stay: you. Pairing: Jimin | Reader Genre: Fluff/Light Angst; Skater Boy AU Word Count: 16,230 Author’s Note: My blog turns one-years-old today and I’m just glad that I managed to finish this on time. + @neoworks for being someone i could bounce my ideas off! 

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Park Jimin doesn’t know what it means to stay. At least, he hasn’t known since he turned eighteen and realized that there is a world that lies beyond the little bubble of his hometown that he’s spent way too long occupying. As soon as he figured out that freedom is not just some intangible concept, that freedom is achievable and something that he craved more deeply than a desire to remain rooted, he had packed up his belongings and left. He didn’t even think twice about it, for there was nothing keeping him around in the suburban landscape—a few close friends, sure, but hardly a family. There are faces and names, but it just serves as a reminder than his life has lacked so many things because of them.

All of those things were fine with him, serving as one of the main reasons why he didn’t bat an eye to applying to the universities hundreds of miles away, why he didn’t stick around for the goodbyes as he committed to the first university to accept him, why he just loaded his car and drove off without looking back.

It’s been nearly three years since that evening, since he packed his trunk in the middle of the night and drove until the sun crept over the horizon; three years since he left a house that’s never been a home, yet he doesn’t regret a single moment of that. There’s a certain joy that comes with solitude, in stepping onto a train and not knowing what the destination entailed, of not knowing what stop to get off of, of knowing that no matter how far he goes or how long he disappears there will be no one waiting for him.

Well, almost no one waiting for him.

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