Write The Kind Of Story You Would Like To Read. People Will Give You All Sorts Of Advice About Writing,

Write the kind of story you would like to read. People will give you all sorts of advice about writing, but if you are not writing something you like, no one else will like it either.

Meg Cabot

Not the Time | drabble

member: Taehyung-centric | mentions of Seokjin genre: angst rating: pg-15 t/w: death

wherein Taehyung is the grim reaper. 

           Taehyung’s grip on his scythe tightened as he watched the next person he was supposed to welcome. The man was over-joyous, filled with life and happiness, as he kissed his wife goodbye. His child, barely able to walk without stumbling, had stood up shakily. The man reached down to catch him after he managed to take a few steps. Taehyung could hear their laughter from where he stood, light and genuine. He glanced down at his wrist—the minute timer etched onto his rotting skin determined the amount of time he had before it was time to guide a soul to the gates. It was not moving yet.

           15:00

           The man finally left his house, finally got into his car, and finally began his journey to work. The timer began. Taehyung sat in the back seat, admiring the little details of life that people never noticed. To have a preferred route to work where there were more trees and less houses. To change the radio station often but finally settling on switching it off, rolling down the windows instead. To prefer leaving the house way before time to not have to succumb to rushing around. Taehyung was then sitting in the front seat, full on examining this man. Even though he was what people deemed the ‘Grim Reaper’, he could feel what it was like to live.

           9:19

           Taehyung wasn’t surprised when the man pulled up to the train station, immediately finding an empty parking spot. Driving to his office would surely take more time than taking public transport. He followed closely behind the man as he scanned his card and walked through the turnstile. Was this where he would have a heart attack? Accidentally fall onto the tracks? That’s the only thing that irked Taehyung about his job—his instructions were so vague that he always needed to follow them around until the timer stopped. Before going to the platform, the man went to a vending machine to grab a can of coffee. Taehyung almost smiled when the man cussed for not having enough change in his wallet. Suddenly, the man’s phone rang.

           5:26

           It was the first time for Taehyung to be confused as he worked. He knew his target, had scanned through his whole life before coming to down. He was a part of Death, he was the creation of God, and he didn’t have the ability to feel like a mortal. But he was confused as he found himself sitting in the back seat of the man’s car again. This time, the radio was blasting and the man was speeding back, he assumed, home. He hadn’t caught the conversation he had with the caller. Taehyung only remembered the wild eyes, the sudden break of sweat, the frantic movements to push past the crowded station. He watched now as tears burst from the man’s eyes. Taehyung stared at the road and heard thunder even though the sky was clear. He glanced down at his wrist.

           0:59

           The scene at his house was chaotic. A woman’s anguished screaming—his wife, his wife who not long ago was gentle and calm and happy. Taehyung stepped hesitantly into the house, rethinking his task. He worked around the idea that… but it couldn’t be possible. How could Death deceive him? The man followed the voice upstairs to find his wife clawing at a door, nails and fingers tinted red. He pushed his wife aside forcefully and began kicking the door. Taehyung stood behind them, watching, anticipating. His scythe began to glow as the person’s life tugged on its line.

           0:23

           It felt like a long time before the door burst open. It revealed the little boy face-down in the bathtub, unmoving. His wife immediately pushed past her husband, scrambling to pull the small thing out of the water. She howled, “Seokjin, Seokjin, do something.” But the man had frozen. He could only sputter.

           0:18

Taehyung deadpanned, unable to understand their turmoil. He just needed to do his job; he momentarily wondered why Death had given him the wrong man to follow. So, he waited until the boy’s heartbeats began to slow before he stepped around the petrified man and into the bathroom. Taehyung removed the hood of his cloak, baring his half rotten face, waiting to greet the tiny soul that would soon flutter from the boy.

           0:12

           A disorientated grunt, a stumble, and a fall. The man, Seokjin, had crumbled to the ground. His wife, clutching the cold boy to her chest, did not notice. Her panting grew deeper but her tears had stopped. Taehyung felt the life, the love and the joy and the contentment that he had witnessed in the family before, dwindle down like a candle’s flame on its last breaths. He cracked his neck and knelt next to the woman. The scythe now burned in his grip.

           0:05

           0:04

           0:03

           0:02

           Finally, a sob from Seokjin.

           0:01

           The child’s heart thumped. Once. Twice. Then there was silence.

           0:00

           Taehyung smiled at the floating soul that materialised in front of him and offered him his hand. The little boy smiled back before taking it.

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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I still look back on those evenings we spent together as the happiest part of my life, and I wanted it to go on forever.

Henry MacAlpine, The Portrait (via wordsnquotes)

Mezzanine

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader (gender neutral)

Genre: idolverse | angst

Word count: 3.4k

The first time Yoongi saw you, you were running down the stairs of Big Hit Entertainment. You had been following the communication manager for at least three floors and got scolded, right there in the middle of the hall, as a result. Apparently, you were being too insistent but you needed her to sign some papers for you… It was a statement for the press, Yoongi remembered that because he noticed the way you pronounced ‘press’, with a little, annoying lisp. In the end, she signed the papers for you so you let her go and turned around to climb the stairs where Yoongi had stopped to watch the scene.

When you saw him you giggled, aware of the fact that he had witnessed the whole thing, and to him, you looked so unapologetic and carefree that it almost upset him. You just got reprimanded by a superior, after all.

It all happened very quickly, but those few seconds got imprinted in his mind with fire and he still had to understand why.

“The perks of being the new kid… I’m the one they send running around and getting screamed at” you said bowing and shrugging your shoulders with a big smile as you passed him by on the mezzanine.

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overconfidence

genre | rating: fluff, humor | PG-13 (for some swearing)

length: 5452 words

pairing: namjoon x reader (ft jungkook, jin, & taehyung)

summary: cooking isn’t your forte, but it doesn’t mean you’re not going to try. 

snippet:

“It just doesn’t make any sense,” Taehyung blinked, his wide eyes looked at you, reminding you of an innocent child. You didn’t miss the horrified look on his face though, “Are you trying to woo your man, or kill him? Because right now it seems like you’re gonna do the latter.”

“Oh, come on guys!” you whined, “You make it sound like I’m the worst cook ever!”

There’s a beat of silence following your words.

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