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Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS Pairing: BTS Park Jimin/Jeon Jungkook
Words: 51579
Chapters: 9/9
Rating: Mature
Genre: Drama & Romance, Crime & Mystery, Mythical Creatures Living in Modern-Day Society, Asian Folklore & Mythology
Warmings: Author Chose Not To Issue Warnings
Summary:
Jimin contents himself with leading a distant and uneventful life, working at the border toll of the ferry terminal in Busan and sharing his family home with his best friend and his band of doggies. As long as he keeps his distinctive features in check and avoids reopening past wounds, he’s fine.
So what compels him to let one cocky and peculiar traveller inside his sanctuary? His opposite in so many aspects. As opposite as science opposes myths.
Unless there's more than meets the eye. And meeting this traveller is exactly what Jimin needs.
Read on Ao3
Playlist on Spotify
Visuals on Padlet
And the amazing art by Penstemon! Here’s one piece (because yes, there are more, hiding inside the story like gems that they are!)
Whole again
Me: About to post new fic soon.
Id, Ego and Superego:
Map of the Soul (soulmate AU), my new story on Ao3
Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS
Relationships: Jeon Jungkook/Park Jimin
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Korean War, Strangers to Lovers, Drama & Romance, Family Drama, Angst, Smut, Consensual Underage Sex, First Love, First Kiss, First Time, Period-Typical Homophobia, Internalized Homophobia, Blood and Violence, Slow Build, Two Timelines: One For Each Generation, Alternate Universe - College/University, Modern Era, Family Secrets, Miscommunication, Generational Misunderstanding, Reconciliation, Minor Character Death, Major Character Injury, Transgenerational Trauma,
Summary: 1949: when Sun Junghee sees his life uprooted and disrupted, little does he know it would lead to find such a unique and exceptional love, that would irreversibly change him. Harder still is it to imagine that his grandson, Jeon Jungkook, would experience the same kind of personal turmoil, 70 years later.
Two timelines, two generations, one love story: because nothing can prevent soulmates to meet, and meet again — not even stubborn History, cruel wars nor inflexible families. If they have to part in one lifetime, they'll meet again in the next, or the one after, despite the past wounds they carry along with them.
Because soulmates are meant to be, no matter how, where or when.
"We can’t continue. The path is blocked,” he hears his uncle say through the driver’s window.
“What do you mean, ‘blocked’?” his aunt replies.
“See for yourself.”
But Jimin is already jumping down the trailer, jogging to the front of the car. Shaking themselves out of their cold stupor and their blankets, Junghee and Minsu follow suit. What the moonlight grants them to see is nothing they would have expected, even in the middle of their darkest doubts.
Chapter 3 of Map of the Soul on ao3 is underway 😊
Dear 2019, we’ve been productive. 2020, be ready!
Jikook fanfics (all romance & angst), to be read on Ao3:
Not All Cats Are Grey in the Dark, (Paris AU)
5 Minutes (Prison AU)
Love-Lies-Bleeding (Hybrid AU)
Map of the Soul (Soulmates AU, WIP)
“Of course. And I see you’re taking great care of yours. Will you share your secrets with me?” He could swear Jimin’s voice has turned a bit more velvety, although he wouldn’t put it past his senses to play with his nebulous mind: in the midst of the indistinct surrounding noise of chatter and music, Jimin’s perfume invading his personal space is sending nice chills down his spine, and warm blood to his various limbs. Is it time already to pull out the big guns?
“Of course. The pleasure will be mine. Your apparent high-maintenance standards must be any challenger’s wet dream, right?”
“Of course,” he instantly replies, a few inches from his face, eyes diving into his. “But I always set my eyes on the biggest prize. You are aware that if there’s any shuttle to board to the moon, I’ll ask to join, right?”
“Of course. You are aware that if you’re in the same shuttle as me, we won’t stop at the moon, right?”
New moodboard for my latest fic on Ao3
Wip, relief in progress
@the-wip-project Day 2, here we go!
For your current WIP: What motivates you to write this specific story? What makes this story special for you? Is there a special twist/trope/setting you want to explore? What got you started on this particular story?
To make a long story short (haha), my current wip is a transposition of my own family (hi)story. Something that's been haunting the halls of the (complex) relationship between my mother and me, what with untold truths, heavy secrets, weaved into the fabric of historical events and past social norms, all of this distilling over the years into some damaging miscommunication, a feeling of estrangement, and even transgenerational trauma.
Ironically, it all started on the day I learnt my grandfather had passed away, which was also the day I learnt he'd been alive all along my childhood, teen and young adult years. You know, it's the kind of situation like when you step onto a big thump that has grown under the family rug for years and the cloud of dust that comes forth is downright suffocating. After a few years of stubborn research, of unfathomable frustration but also precious success that have changed me more than I could imagine, I thought I was ready to talk about it. I wasn't. Some friends advised me to write about it. I couldn't.
None would do.
Since then, I've become a fervent reader of fanfiction, and started writing my own. It was a couple of years into writing that the idea of transposing my story to other characters, another place, another historical context (still war time though) and in another language (that aspect is the most crucial I think) came to me. I do a lot of research, but obviously I take liberties in the narrative too (I'm a sucker for soulmates au 🥺)
The tacit deal I made with myself is that this writing would not only help me come to terms with what happened, bring it to life in the outer world (because nobody in my family cares about it but me, and that just looks like another sort of burial if you ask me) and find solace, through forms of reconciliation, which never took place in real life.
It's a healing process, and more. Something I'd like to give my family, even if they don't want it (yet, hopefully one day they might) And that's why I really want to finish it, though sometimes it's not easy to confront some moments/scenes, especially the ones I wish I could have experienced myself.
The biggest challenge of all will be to write war scenes. I'm not fond of violence in general. So writing this will be tough.
@the-wip-project Day 15
Does your WIP have fairytales? Do your characters tell mythical stories to each other?
Yes, they do! And since my stories all take place in Asia, I've had a lot of fun digging out some interesting ones for lovely scenes. Here's an extract from one of the earlier chapters of WIP1:
“They’re well known folk-tales, which my eomeoni and halmeoni used to tell me when I was very young, back in Wonsan.” Hence why she thought about him when she found the book, Junghee believes: the idea that his mother is thinking about him fills him with some sweet nostalgia again and brings about the familiar lump that has kept him company here at the back of his throat. He’s so grateful she asked this book to be delivered to him; so grateful Jimin is the one who brought it to him.
“Let’s read some!” Jimin cheers, standing up. “Where’s that lamp you had?” Junghee hears him shuffle over the floor in the dark, blindly feeling along until he hears the scrape of metal. “Ah, here it is.” He winds it up, illuminating his face from underneath, as awake and lively as ever, before he takes his place back on the bed, by Junghee’s side this time, and directs the light towards the book. “So, pick one,” he adds. “Not too long though. And a happy one. Oh, and funny too.”
“Aish, hyung. Folk tales are not always funny. They’re meant to convey messages, lessons of tolerance, generosity, love and hope. This one, for instance, ‘The Two Brothers Who Threw Away Their Lumps of Gold.”
“You’ll have to tell me where the hope is here. The title alone is stupid. Pick another one.”
“But these two brothers love each other!”
“Doesn’t erase the fact they’re stupid…”
“Okay… so, ‘The Beggar Brothers’ —”
“No please, not poor people! I’ve had my share of poverty.”
Junghee pinches his lips to stifle a snicker, and flips more pages: “How about ‘The Net Bag for Catching a Tiger’? About how a man became rich.”
“Brilliant!”
They settle against the wall, bodies pressed close against one another across the narrow width of the bed, legs extended in front of them.
“Once upon a time, there was a poor young bachelor. [why are they always poor?] Because he was really poor, he went to the mountains to find something to eat, [sounds familiar…] but then it became nighttime. He found a house while wandering around and asked the old man who was the owner of the house, if he could sleep there for one night. The old man told the bachelor to come in. The old man was making a net bag with straw. The bachelor asked, ‘why are you making a net bag?’ The old man answered, ‘if a poor person goes into the net, that person will get a lot of money.’ [sounds fishy already] The bachelor was very interested, and asked, ‘May I get into the bag?’[what?] The old man answered, ‘Of course’. He got into the bag, which had been finished. Then the old man suddenly tied up the mouth of the net bag [I honestly saw that coming] tightly and hung it on a big branch in the mountain. The man screamed because he was scared. [Gosh, is he gonna lure the tiger with that poor bugger?]”
Junghee stops his reading, thinking, then yawns loudly.
“So? What happens next? Where's the tiger?”
“Hyung, aren’t you tired? I’m exhausted,” he whines, standing up to get to the bed where the blankets are. He climbs onto it and spreads the two blankets over him.
“Sun Junghee! What happens next? How does it end?” Jimin threatens, hurrying to his side with the lamp and poking him in the ribs.