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Sleep  || k.t.h

⇢ Paring(s): kim taehyung x reader.

⇢ Genre: Fluff? Idek, fam

⇢ Word Count: 646

⇢ Summary: Taehyung loves hugging you when he sleeps, on the other hand, you’re having a rough time trying to sleep.

⇢ A/N:  Hey there! This is my first ever tumblr fic post! This didn’t end like I expected, please let me know what you think! Not entirely proof-read. Btw sorry for the title of this drabble, I’m not good at choosing titles as you can see. I hope you enjoy :)

You woke up in the middle of a summer night because of how hot you were feeling, sighing the moment you realized your boyfriend was sleeping all over you. Again. 

Its been only six months since you started dating Taehyung, and in the meantime, you’ve realized that he loves to hug anything close to him while he sleeps, be it a pillow, a stuffed toy, or in this case, you.

He was currently hugging you with his arm by your waist and hovered a leg over yours, you were trapped in a koala hug, and you better bet that its almost impossible to get out of the prison of his body.

You tried to go back to sleep, the keyword being tried. As the minutes passed by Taehyung continued in his deep sleep happily wrap around your body while you were feeling hotter and even started sweating. 

“Babe” you tried to shook the arm wrapped on your waist. “Please let go” you tried one more time which only resulted in him pulling you even closer and tighter to his body.

“Tae I’m serious, let go of me, I can hardly breathe” you tried one last time.

“Shh, I’m sleeping” he mumbled, not bothering to move an inch.

He grabbed your hands in his and wrapped around you even closer. If that was possible because at this point you are 100% sure that your bodies have melted and glued together.

You scoffed. “Taehyung” you called out his name while trying your best to break out of his deadly hug. 

He tried his best to ignore you until he couldn’t do it anymore. You were wiggling like a worm. “God woman stop moving, I’m trying to sleep here” he snapped.

“Can you please let go of me?”

“Babe” he whined, “you know that I don’t sleep well unless I hug you”.

“How about hugging a pillow? I assure you that you can squeeze it how much you want and it won’t protest at all"

Rolling his eyes, he reluctantly let go of you and with an annoying scoffed turned around, now giving you his back

“There, you’re free, happy?”

“Very, good night babe,” you said giggling.

“Yeah whatever” he said, you knew he was annoyed by the tone he used.

You got yourself in a comfortable position and went back to sleep – only to be woken up once more at five in the morning by a heatwave that came from your back.

You blinked twice before realizing that, once again, an arm was wrapped around your waist and you felt a warm breath on your neck.

That’s it, next time Taehyung comes to sleepover at your place, one of you its definitely going to sleep on the couch.

It took you almost five minutes to turn around and face your sleeping boyfriend. You were going to wake him up once again when he surprised you.

“Before you tell me to let go please listen to me,” he said with his eyes still closed.

“Tell me,” you said.

“I really tried to not hug you because I know that you get easily overheated and it makes you uncomfortable,” he says and opened one eye “but I couldn’t get a tiny bit of sleep once I let go of you, please let me hug you” he said with a pout.

Okay maybe you were being a little bit dramatic, how bad can it be to suffer a little bit of heat for your boyfriends´ sake? 

“Can we at least turn on the ac? I’m getting overwhelmed because of the heat”

“Whatever you want babe” he said before turning on the ac and grabbing you tighter than before.

“Good night Tae” you said while softly kissing the arm that was doing a perfect job as your pillow.

“Good night love” He said and gave you a kiss on your head.

Pic&Prompt : Sapiosexual (KNJ)

People would judge me when I start reading.

Asking why I'm acting like bookworm?

Until a girl came across me one day.

Sit with me and listening music qiuetly.

One moment she looked up.

Our gaze met and made me starstruck.

'What're you reading?',reading the post it

and that's when everything started...

Sapiosexual (n.)

One who is attracted to or arroused by intelligence in others.

BTS Glass verse introduction Pt.1

Note : Sorry that I disappear for too long.I just had a busy schedule.However for today I want to introduce you to what I discovered from my tweet not long ago.

Warning! this is gonna be a long post

Classification : This is the theme/au/verse that consist of 3 groups of people.

1.Oxis/Oxidizing Flame-They are the alpha of the three;however,the number of them is the least out of three.Their speciality is the high temperature of their body that can heal Mica.(further explain in 3rd type)Each of them have different temperature depend on their genetic.Higher temp mean quicker healing.The hotness of  tempurature will be shown though their iris.    -Deep Red ; the most population in oxis.Their temperature is really low.If they met their soulmate which Mica,healing time will take longer than others.    -Yellow/Yellow warm white ; Hight temperature than red.    -Netural White ; The highest temperature that is still common.    -Blue(Sky shade) ; This is the real highest temperature and rare to find.However their temperature is dangerous to the Mica that isn’t their soulmate.The exception are their soulmate and high rank Mica that can survive their temperature.

2.Prosy-This is equal as beta,normal people in society.They are neutral.They can touch the Oxis or Mica without any harm.Even though that,Prosy still can be dead by touching Oxis.The usual cause will be burn.Other wise their death is simply like normal people in real world.

3.Mica-The fragile creature in this universe.They can be considered as the omega of this verse.Despite the physical feature didn’t look different from the Prosy,their body made from glass(mostly).If they touch the Oxis although without any intention,they will still has a crack on their body.There is class for them.    -Class C ; Soda Mica : Soda-lime glass(The weakest among Micas)    -Class B ; Crystal Mica : Lead glass    -Class A ; Opal Mica : Opal glass    -Class S ; Ceremic Mica : Glass ceramic    -Rare class ; Diamond Mica : Diamond (Rare and strongest among Micas)

Anatomy of each group

1.Oxis-No matter they are the male or female,their anatomy will be male.Their temperature will rise when they need to heal Mica.

2.Prosy-Normal anatomy,only female can get pregnant.

3.Mica-Normal anatomy,both male and female can get preganant.

Sound from a touch

1.Oxis+Oxis-There’s no sound.Instead of that they’ll feel each other heat that radiant from their body.

2.Oxis+Prosy-There’s no sound but the heat can be feel by Prosy as a warning.

3.Oxis+Mica-The sound like glass vibrate.Mica might get crack somewhere on their body.If they are soulmate,the sound from them will be very melodic and no crack on Mica.

4.Proxy+Mica-No sound

5.Mica+Mica-The glass vibrate likeit nearly crack.The oxis around there can hear this sound too.

Bleak/Temp. drop

This phenomenon will happen once or twice a month and take time for take a day or two.

However,when this start,it might be really dangerous.The temperature in Mica will drop to extreme low point and can cause death.Mica will need to be cautious everytime this happen. 

This phase cause there body shine which is called ‘Glisten’.When they expose toward light,the light will completely reflect.Their eyes change and become like glass.This phase also attract the Oxis toward them most of the time.Despite that,some Oxis might take advantage from them.

Diamond-Rare Mica

They’re extreme rare.You can compare as an endanger type because the population didn’t exist much.The chance will be 1/1,000.Oxis can never hurt them unless it’s Bleak season.Their temp. will drop much lower than normal Mica and Prosy.They can’t even get healing process from Oxis.Only the Natural white can but not much.However,if they can find A blue rank Oxis,that’s their chance to be alive.

The bleak phase for them will be longer than the other.Because of their rareness,bleak phase take 4 month.In each month will take 4-5 days.

This is the first part.Every info is owned by @zakolr,the writter from the twitter.I’ll bring up the other part soon.For now,see you guys next tme.

BTS : Band+Music Producer AU (OT7)

Summary : 7 different boys from 7 origins became a family.

Band AU (Vocal line)

1.Kim Seokjin

The oldest member of bangtan squad.The main vocal of the band and also the visual.(Well actually everyone is a visual.)

He was a caring brother who came from a rich family.However,they couldn’t accept the fact that he had a band and rufused their son’s dream to become a rock star.They decided to kick him out of the house when they found out that their son got into the underground band competition and fortunately won it. (Shouldn’t they be proud?)Good point,he met Namjoon and Yoongi.They together worked on their band start from the bar.Took a year ot two that made his band became popular in town.

Punny god,every member said.He loved to joke around ; even though,Yoongi would say there were 99% not funny.

This guy was hilarious person yet could be serious if he needed to.

2.Jeon Jungkook

The youngest of all time who grew up as a janitor.His family abandoned him since ever.Namjoon decided to take this kid as his employee after he had a fight with one of his old employee who stole Namjoon’s bar money.

At first,Namjoon has no idea about this boy.It took awhile to know this boy could play guitar and sing.Namjoon convinced Jin to take this boy into his band.Jin didn’t quite sure of that.

One night the main guitar in Jin’s band left all of sudden.Later on they knew the reason.He had debt with drug dealer.Yoongi went with Namjoon to the police station and it didn’t end well that night.

Jungkook was a knight in shinning armor who helped Jin for that.Jin accepted this boy.Jungkook then became an official member and beloved members of bangtan.

3.Park Jimin

A cute boy who played bass for the band.This guy right here also got the title of being chorus for Jin.Dang,his voice was so high.(Higher then my grade of course)

He used to get into a lot of fight.Hot headed Park Jimin was well known even Jhope knew about it.Once this boy nearly smashed the whole arcade.Jhope told him to work in arcade to made it up with destruction.

He was a nice guy though most of the time.It just don’t mess with him and don’t you dare to call him ‘Shorty’.

Hard working,the first quality members would think of.He worked his ass off like he had many debt.In reality,it was because of his brother.This boy adored his brother so much that bad mouth about him one word and you would lifelessly laid on the street.

4.Kim Taehyung

The sassy/blondy guy played drum in the back.This guy wore mask for most of the time so people might not notice.

Like Jungkook,he grew up from the street.Lucky for him that Jin helped the boy and took care like his brother.

Jin let him played in the band as an official member after he graduated and moved out because he saw how talent this boy was. 

One day he was practicing with his band and the boy came as always. When they all had a break,this boy played the drum casually.Jin asked have he ever learned it and the boy answer ‘I just watch your member do it everyday.’Basically,he learned things from watching people did it and remembered it.Jin was impressed and boom,another official member.

Music Producers AU (Rap line)

5.Kim Namjoon

This guy was rich af.He was a son of family who ran many businesses. They weren’t pushing him around like Jin’s family.He joined everyone into this band and pushed it to successful point.The band was like a family to him and thanks to his old friend that gave them opportunity.

He owned motorbike shop(one of his family businesses),studio,an underground bar etc.Basically,the famous underground was his estate.

Being the owner of underground area meaned he grew up with underground culture.Everyone would see him rap some night,heard the music blast from his studio,saw him in the bar serving people or even in the subway.All those depended on his mood.However,he aimed to own the subway so that the underground area will turn into tourist attraction and gained more money.

A genius and lovely brother of Jungkook.Jungkook respected him as a brother and close with him the most out of all member.

6.Jung Hoseok

Mr.Jung was well known amoung teens.Well it was obvious sine the guy owned arcade section in one of Namjoon’s building.The one who found Jimin and got Jimin out of old habit by let the boy work for him.

You might never know that this cheerful guy was also a rapper.In day time,you would see him in the arcade with kids.The night time was when he turned his rap mode on and performed with Jin’s band.The band wasn’t only played rock genre,a lot of time they remixed the song that the rap line did and merged it with rock vibe.

Became one of Namjoon friend because of his beloved bike.He always looked around Namjoon shop.As his belated birthday gifted,Namjoon decided to give him 50% discount for Jhope favourite bike.

This guy got some move and performed with his old crew around the subway area.Sadly he didn’t end well with them so he stopped.

7.Min Yoongi

Min PD,Agust D or Suga,those 3 names well known in underground rappers and producers.

He grew up from the subway and that where he met Hoseok.Namjoon who wandered around often noticed his performance and let this guy had a studio like he dreamed off.They once battled in the underground competion.It was a tense battle and got to know Jin along the way.

He produced many songs and got corrupted because of that.He tried to sold the songs before but,it wasn’t a great idea.He sweared he would become successful and now he found his place.

Namjoon gave his some of bar’s share to Yoongi and Jin.Yoongi gained money from the bar because his songs that played in there and also some of the band song which they performed.Yoongi was another one along side with Namjoon who pushed the band up to the point people in town notice them.

Hi everyone,long time no see.Finally I posed something up here.Well I was having a rough time since the exam is ahead.I hope you will enjoy this introduction.The stories will be out later.I didn’t mention this but,in every fictions thanks to the rightful owners of pictures.I edit them up a bit.Anyway,check the others too and hope to see you next pose,bye.

Pic&Prompt : aspectabund (JJK)

"People keep saying that...

I have no feeling.

Wonder if I have a heart?

Sometimes,we didn't need to speak

Cause the words tell one lie,

but the eyes tell one truth."

Aspectabund (adj.)

Letting or being able to let expressive motion show easily through one's face and eyes.

Pic&Prompt : Balter (PJM)

"When the music play...

I dance as if this is the last day.

In my thought this is the art.

Using my feeling as the color,

My body as the brush

And the music as the canvas."

Balter (v.)

To dance artlessly,without particular or skill but usually with enjoyment.

BTS Soulmate AU : Introduction to (T) verse

In this world,soulmate system run 80% of your life whether you believe in it or not.People understand soulmate in many different context , variety view and  know that it can happen in any time of your life.

‘Soulmate’ , the word itself sound so nice yet mysterious.No one really no what kind of person out there are waiting for them.Out of 7 billion people,there’s diverse possibility and outcomes.

Some people aren’t lucky enough to get a soulmate.Some people has a luck to get a soulmate.Beyond that is someone who has poly soulmates.Despite that, the concept of soulmate still is mysterious theory.

How to find your soulmate? That must be a question you’re asking me right now. Well they are many ways to try which depend on yourselves.It can be a mark appear on your body,a form of tattoo or may be under the other conditions.For examples you have a trait that might match your soulmate,a string of connection that only you both can see,the voice that only you two can hear inside your head or not etc.It can be any form.

How about I tell you the story of 7 different boys with how their fate decide to put them through up and down moments then laslty meet their soulmates?

A mark and cat seem to be a good sign of soulmate.However for someone that never has a mark since birth,it was hard to believe.However someone once say ‘Everything happen for a reason.’ right? 

Park Jimin : A rich boy with a fluffy angel look.Living his whole life by himself with a shyness as a main obstracle in life.He’s a cat person and because of his lovely creature,it brings him a soulmate.

Life is a rollercoaster,isn’t it?You began your journey with not knowing where will be a turning point.Thinking life is predictable wasn’t a good idea.Perhaps the plan you had the imagine of ending scene,could change any moment.

Kim Taehyung : A head officer of FBI.His ego is higher than any mountain that exist on the earth.However,believing himself too much lead him to wrong choice and path.Well luck stand on his side and bring a soulmate as a return.

“You know you’re in love when you can’t fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.”,have you ever heard of this? Dream was the started of ones’ reality yet the reality was still for from what the dream told.

Jeon Jungkook : Tattoo guy who has his enemy as a tutor next door.Well thing will going to change after his dream connect with the tutor,tainting an innocent thought.Believe it or not,that mutual dream is starting to turn itself into reality.

Pic&Prompt : Eccedentesiast (JHS)

"I always put on a smile.

People says it really suits me.

But little do they know that...

For me,the smile is just a mask,

to keep me from crying."

Eccedentesiast(n.)

Someone who fake a smile,when all they want to do is cry and/or die.

Pic&Prompt : Rantipole (KTH)

"Am I mad? No.

Am I crazy? No.

All of the thing you tell me

Not even one that close to the reality

Because in my definition

I'll call myself as a wild one."

Rantipole

(n.) A wild,rectless person

(v.) To be wild and rectless

(adj.) Wild and rectless

Pic&Prompt : Hiraeth (MYG)

“Once people have said

Home isn’t a place,it’s a feeling

Deeply I deny.

But inside,I know that is the truth.

Because of now,

I miss the home and want to return.

A problem tail behind my thought,

As I remember the cold hard truth,

That it’s never once exist...”

Hiraeth (n.)

A homesickness for a home to which you can’t return,A home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning,the grief for the lost place of your past.

Pic&Prompt : Aesthete (KSJ)

"Everything seems to be beautiful.

I love how everything look like that.

People might find it stupid,

But I'll enjoy it till it last.

Because once someone said 

The earth without ‘art’,

It is just ‘eh?’.”

Aesthere (adj.)

someone with a deep sensitivity to the beauty of art or nature.

BTS Paranormal investigator AU

Summary : You were an ex-paranormal investigator. After got caught by police officers, your teammate blamed you for the fail case and kicked you out of the team. You were now working in the cemetery as an undertaker and one day, you got invitation from someone. When you arrived the place, it was a quaterbase for a newbie paranormal investigator team. 6 guys begged you to join their team to help them find their friend. One thing you found odd was they weren’t human?! 

How can paranormal investigators be ‘supernaturals’ themselves?

Happy extremely belate Halloween

Bullet fanfic prompt

Kim Namjoon : Windigo

HE IS HUGE ! ! !

Well, his first impression made you feel a little overwhelming. However, getting to know him change everything. This guy was actually a soft giant who worried about his belove friend that gone missing.

A windigo eat human flesh dialy except Namjoon. He told you that human flesh these day wasn’t as delicious as the old days. He stopped eating them for hundreds of years.

The first one to calm everyone down before you would be too overwhelming and faint. He then told you every detail about his friend and how he was gone from their place for more than a year.

This guy was rich af. The area that you cleaned eveyday and the mansion at the back of the graveyar were all his. Sadly, he got a curse after messing someone up and this great grand mansion of his with the area became a curse place and a graveyard. No one wanted to step in here since then. (You will get to know soon)

Kim Seokjin : Warlock

“He is my lovely god son. I love him so much...”

Dramtic from the first time he met you. You understood how he felt, but sometimes he pushed it too far from a normal scale. He would sniff and continue to tell you the story (as well as his feeling like the top line).

Getting to know him made you surprise with the fact that he cursed Namjoon. You couldn’t imagine how someone like him can be so furious that use his power to the extend and curse someone. “That time the boy was so cocky. He asked for it.”

Because he felt bad, he decided to help Namjoon afterward by feeding the poor boy. Then his life met with other 5 and became friends. However, one night, his beloved friend was vanished.

“I beg you! Find him!” He repeated it until he fell asleep. You wanted to leave the place so bad, but after seeing his condition in the first day, you decided to stay. The next day and so on you began to hunt down for his friend. He then decided to teach you his magic in return of your help.

Min Yoongi : Grim Reaper

The one who got every detail about your life after a little ‘research’. He was a grim reaper so visiting graveyard was his job. However, he came across you worked one day and heard your story. He then decided to approach you by ordering some ghosts around there to talk to you.

After got enough information, he told the boys. They were all happy to finally had some hope. They told him to invite you to Namjoon’s mansion and he did so.

You didn’t know whether it was his nature habit of being cold cause by his worklife of being the grim reaper or his own personality. He wasn’t that bad, but sometimes he could be too cold.

He truely cared for his friends since they were his belove ones. One day, he told you the story of how he met them and he sat there with tears ran down his face. Telling you to keep this as a secret and begging you to fine their missing friend.

You never told anyone about that. Afterward you started working with him and felt much more comfortable to be around him. Working with him also rise the chance for you to find ther friend since you could ask from the deads.

Jung Hoseok : Shapshifter 

He made you feel puzzled for a minute. His existence for your first impression was a golden retriever dog. You patted his head and hugged him. All of sudden, the dog turned into a male in your lap. “Hi!”

He was a shapshifter and the guard around the graveyard. Out of 6, he was the only one that actually presentable toward human eyes. You then understood why there was this dog that always stayed with you in the graveyard.

He seemed to not sad at all or so you thought. When eveyone begged you for your help, at first you disagreed. However, he was another reason for you to not leave them.

He excused himself out of the room. You were curious and followed him. That when you saw the beautiful smiley face turned into a sorrowful one with tears kept running down. He told you how he would hang around you in order to get to know you and told the boy to trust you to find their friend.

You weren’t a cold heart person to begin with, but you were scared. He then swore in front of you to protect you at all cost. After that you agreed completely and that beautiful smile returned so did the others.

Park Jimin : Djinn

Red suit guy, who approach you with seduce face, asked whether you were his client. You were shocked. “Uhhh were this.... uhhh invitation yours?”

Whe he saw the black envelope in your hand, he immediately apologized you for his behaviour and put down his attitude. He then greeted you and lead you to the others.

“Jimin did you just startle our guest?” Namjoon scolded him for a minute before letting the poor boy apologized you agian. He told you his background as a Djinn and other stuff until it’s too much. Jin interrupted his speech. “TMI”

He looked miserable after all of them told you the story. You then got to know later on that he was the closest out of 6 of them because he found the guy and decided to take him here. He took care the guy as if he was his brother. 

“Even though I’m Djinn who could grant any wish and desire, one wish that I couldn’t grant myself is to take care of him better. Now he is gone to who know where....” He sighed and cried silently.

Kim Taehyung : Hell Knight

“You were the one who trade him to underworld, didn’t you? Was your duty so important that you did this to him?” You remembered the first few days after you stepped inside the mansion. They were having a conversation.

Taehyung was in the middle of everyone while the others blamed him for Jungkook disappear. You, however, noticed how his eyes turned sad and filled with tears.

You then presented yourself in the middle of the conversation and everyone stopped. They both felt delight at your presence yet disbelieve with your thought. Anyway, things ended well. You made Taehyung gained the other trust back.

He thanks you everyday afterward. Then you got to know he was a hell knight. You weren’t familiar with his position in hell so he explained in details. Also, he told you the story about Jungkook and how that boy might disappear.

With Yoongi, they work together and visit underworld every time Yoongi have to return for his mission. Finding an excuse that Yoongi needed a helper and new companion. Then Taehyung would wander around places he suspected Jungkook will be there.

*a/n : anyone miss that young bunny form of this boy?*

Jeon Jungkook : Poltergeist 

You didn’t get to know the boy in person(?). You ony knew him through story and investigation you work everyday with the others. You really wanted to see his face and all, but there was no photo of him.

Not until Jimin gave you one and only photo he had from the boy when he arrived here. Telling you what and why Jungkook disappear. He knew that the boy was a new soul that just dead yet the underworld needed him to be the next heir for the throne. However, one day, the real appeared.

They were trying to hunt him down-thought Jungkook was a threat with the power he had. How could he be that when he was a year old soul? The new underworld lord also agreed since he hungered power. But, he didn’t know that Yoongi and Taehyung knew Jungkook.

You listened to the story and looked at the photo. Undersatood the reasons why Jimin brought him here. All of sudden, you remembered saw this boy somewhere. You tried your best thinking back to the day you were investigate the case with your old team.

Finally, you realized a huge clue to find this boy.

Haunted house on the hill (BTS Ot7)

Summary : You are an explorer and a demonology nerd. For your new thesis, you want to unfold the mystery of the afterlife. What if your experiment has gone wrong? And you are stuck in the middle of a void.

One way ticket to the haunted house on the hill, your journey begins now.

A/n : This is going to be a bullet drabble(?)

Inspo : Hotel Transylvania x Hotel Del Luna

Visual idea :  You're invited to a Time traveler's house⏳ [Immersive ambience Experience] 

(•ᵥᵥ•) Happy Halloween 🎃

Author POV.

“Did she gone mad?”

“She is a freak.”

“No wonder no one join her team.”

People voice a lot of opinions when it comes to you. Whether you care about them or not, they appear in your head from time to time, like right now.

You are a peculiar girl who always has your head either into the books or somewhere outside reality. Your characteristics are ‘disturbing’ according to tons of people. You wonder what part of yours is and how it is disturbing, but you never ask it out.

You pick up the wire and connect it with the machine. The system starts running. The screen suddenly flashes different color ranges within the shade of blue and green.

*screech*

As if the machine screams to you, the screeching noise echoes inside your lab. You feel like someone is ripping your ears off. However, you are too determined to care.

You step into the block.

The room turns cold. So cold that you can see your breath.

Your body becomes numb with the sudden pain.

Your head gets dizzy.

And everything disappears in a blink of an eye.

† . . ----  /\(•ᵥᵥ•)/\  ---- . . †

“Where...am I?” 

You find yourself in front of a pair of rusty gates. The location is unknown to you, and perhaps, to the world too. The huge solid rock castle stands tall. It towers your body-making you feel small.

The scenery is beautiful yet mystique.

When you step closer to the gates, they slowly swing open. Your curiosity now takes over your mind; causing your body to act on it.

Even the unlivable vibe, you still believe someone must be in there. 

Heading inside the castle, the atmosphere suddenly changes. The interior are mostly made from pearls and gold-flashing glimpses of light into your eyes. You walk further into it until you meet a man, an owner you suppose, who looks busy with some lists.

“A busy day sir?” Your voice makes him startle.

“Sorry for inconvinience, but our hotel still cl-” When a receptionist look up, he stop his sentence.

“How did you get in here?” 

Kim Taehyung : Front office dept. | Front desk Manager

A guy who dress up elegantly and shower with jewellries.

He was checking the list of guests and trying to reach for Jimin. 

Then, his ordinary day was interrupted by you.  

He looks alarmed by the situation. First, it isn’t a service hour. Second, now you, a human, are in the hotel. The more he stares at you, the more his head becomes blank.

‘Gorge-’ And his sense kicks right in. His expression turns cold; trying his best to scare you.

“If you try to scare me, It is not working.” You speak. This time his face changes into confusion. He wonders how you can read his mind when actually what you do is guessing his face.

“What are you doing?” You shout at him. In a blink of an eye, he suddenly teleports himself and locks your arms from behind.

“You can’t do this. Where is the owner?” You keep asking more questions, but he don’t care them a bit. 

And before you do anything more, he locking you onto a chair inside the room full of other four strangers.

“I swear, the last time I check the security system was two days ago. I even wrote you a report.” The boy who looks around your age claims.

Jeon Jungkook : Security dept. | IT Manager

A boy with a green blazer whines. 

A rabbit face with deer eyes.

Taehyung starts reporting the situation. ‘This boy is Jungkook.’ You absorb the new information after pick it up from their conversation. 

Everyone gives him a disbelief look. Jungkook even laughs it off and thinks it is a joke. He doesn’t believe in Taehyung’s words until he pokes you a few times.

“Sh..she...a human!” The boy exclaims. Feeling human flesh for the first time, now the boy becomes petrified with the situation.

He then bombards you with questions. Between your answers, he keeps threaten you that if you lie, he will eat you. However, with his look, you can’t take this poor boy seriously. 

“The thing is how can she come here the first place.”

“I may or may not try to cross here...” His doe eyes are now widen to their extreme.

“YOU just ruin my system!” He puffes his cheeks. Just then, someone who he wish was the last to know about this appear.

“Oh no...he is coming.”

“We can’t just ler her in and stay. Our guests will freak out. Hell, some of them hate human to the core!” He looks at the others and exclaims. His voice reflects his frightened and eeriness feeling.

Park Jimin : Front office dept. | Hotel Concierge

“Why the hell I need to be here when I suppose to prepare that extravagance party of you, Taehyung...” He continues ranting until his gaze falls onto you.

“A human? You gotta be kidding right? You give me instructions and references just so you can surprise your wierd little hu-” Jimin seems to not realize what is going on until he nearly spit the word ‘human’ for a second time.

“Wait...Human? Why is this creature here? Jungkook, working hundreds of years here and you still didn’t remember the golden rule of this hotel? I’m so diappoint in you....”

And he continues until he threaten you to leave the place.  

“Jimin stop.” Another tall guy beside him drags Jimin back.

“That was rude.” You glare at him. However, he continues picking a fight with you.

“Even if you insist to come here without dying becase of your stupid work or not, we are not welcoming you in. Who the hell care...” He fires back at you and leading you both into a huge mess.

Taehyung and Jungkook need to seperate you from each other.

“Huh, I am out of here. Hyung, do whatever you want. I am going to get those two in here and continue my jobs.” 

And with that, Jimin leaves the room, fuming.

“♪ My house clean～  ♪ my pool warm～ ♪ Ju-” He stop immediately when all eyes on him.

“Oh hey..human? So this is not a normal report time? Anyone care to explain why we have a meeting now when it suppose to be next week?” He cluelessly looks around for answers.

Jung Hoseok : Front office dept. |  Housekeeping Manager

Another two guys walk into the room. One of them was singing until he noticed your appearance.

“A human just entered our place, hyung. Please be serious for a moment.” Jungkook states.

“Jungkook...” A guy who stopped Jimin minutes ago give him a stern look.

Swiftly, the guy stares blankly at his friend. You can feel that he is radiate such a depressing vibe out of nowhere. He becomes silent for a moment until asking someone to explain the situation.

“Then kindly enlighten me, who the fuck let a human into our estate?!” He pauses and looks around, then continues. “Is this the mood you want from me?”

Taehyung tell his report in summary. He gasps while the other one look furious and curse out. You start notice that there’s another guy behind.

“Well, this is serious. Is this why Jimin eyes turn bloody orange? I even sense hell fire circle around him.” His gaze then lay on you.

“My appology for not introduce my name. Even if you aren’t our guest, I still need to be polite.  I am Hoseok, a head of housekeepers.” He bows and explain a little details.

‘Sweat, someone still care my clueless presence.’ You think inside your head space.

“Idiots!, we have just gained back to our standard profit. Who is going to responsible for the drop this time?” He glares at you before shifting his eyes to his friends.

Min Yoongi :  Main headquarter | Marketing Manager

After listening a few conversation, he replaces Jimin with his fury state.

He gives the lecture on how hard he plan the strategy and other stuff for the hotel. That gives you a hint that he must be a marketing-related employee.

One point to you, you guess it right. You then apologize a few times and prepare to leave, completely guilty, though you don’t how your experiment went wrong. You seem to be a burden for them right now.

“Yoongi hyung, please don’t kill me.” Jungkook begs. 

“Namjoon, I don’t care what will going to happen. All I need is her responsible for this by seal the deal with us and work for us no matter alive or dead. I’m not going to be happy if my work turn into a waste because of this chunk of meat.”

“Sorry, but who know my experiment would gone wrong and put me here.” You now speak out of fear and regret.

“For you, I didn’t ask any opinion. That’s my final deal and you need to suck it up. Now learn your lesson, this isn’t an amusement park with a hotel that you can play, enjoy some rides and then relax. This is the bridge between life and death!”

“Please..don’t hurt me. I can help you. We can like negotiate for a better deal...right?” You reply.

“If you insist to work here, I can only provide bread and water. We haven’t had human for ages.” His voice is gentle, but his gaze isn’t.

Kim Seokjin : Food & Beverage dept. | Restaurant Manager

The guy finally speak after listening to everyone complaining and threatening you for who knows how long.

He looks like he is smiling.

Reading that sentence carefully, and you will get how tense this situation is. He looks warry. 

“I..huh.. I am sorry.” You give up. You are so disappoint in yourself, which you don’t even know why.

He becomes quiet again. Standing still, he keeps staring at you-judging every human fibers of yours.

“I agree with Yoongi, you must work for us.”  He proposes a deal. You feel scare after seeing two of them in anger like they want to burn you alive.

“There is no other choice for you, is there? I can’t garuntee your safety here nor our behave toward you human. However, until you figure how to get out of here by yourself, you need to blend in.” 

He smirks. You don’t know if it is on purpose or not, but it upset you even more. You feel tire of them treating you like this. Sometimes you wonder why you choose to study these things. Will it really help other people or the entities?

"I get it. This is a life-death portal. I am standing in the middle of the nowhere because of my stupidity. Yeah, I. get. it.” No one speak. 

“...But can you guys also understand that I  don’t want to cause any trouble. All I do was working for my new project  all alone and here I am. I promise I will get out. Until then, can I at least get any hospitality from here, just a tiny bit.  You can put me in the darkest smallest creepiest room ever in here with one meal per day, I don’t mind. Just please...don’t treat me like a monster.”

“Are you describing your kind?” Jin retorts. Finally, all of your insecurity sink deeply into your skin.

“Ok...kill me..for real.” Six boys look at each other, baffled.

“Huh...such a headache.” You look up and see a man on the balcony.

Kim Namjoon :  Main Headquarter | General Manager

He watches everything quietly for awhile after Jimin summon him into the place.

He was beyond furious. He wanted to just butt in and clear everything. However, seeing you handle his friends somehow makes him interested in you. 

You are shaking in sadness and fear, yet you didn’t show it until Jin pushes the button with how he mocked you. And, listening to your reply can only assure him one thing.

You are indeed very interesting.

“Namjoon hyung, I am sorry. Please don’t punish me.” Jungkook start begging him when the boy notices his presence at last.

“What’s your final decision?”  Yoongi, who knows he is there from the beginning, asks. He gently grips his nosebridge and sigh.

“I will let her work here if you guys are ok. For the hospitality, I will let Hoseok deal with it. It seems like Hoseok is the only one who is willing to warm up with her, right?”

“For sure, she’s already stepped here. Human or not, she is our guest.” Hoseok replies with a gentle smile.

“Hyung, you aren’t serious, are you?” Jimin eventually come back from his work.

“Iam am serious, and that’s final.” His voice is clear and firm. His order echoes loudly in the estate, leaving a chill down your spine.

“Treat our guest well.” Namjoon commands his worker/friends.  

“Welcome to ‘ the haunted house on the hill ’.”

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And it’s done. Thank you for reading. I started it from a little idea, but end up spilling all my thought. 

Finally, happy halloween

Ps. BTS photos from : @comma_bts (twitter?) Idk since I got it from we heart it and it mentioned there. If wrong, sorry. And thanks for the photos.

Prompt List (Requests)

I found this prompt list on tumblr (credit to the account who made it) and wanted to try it out. 

Send me a request with the number and the person / idol you want it to be about. If you also want a specific genre, let me know too in the message. These might be long or short, depending on how I’m feeling.

1. “Please don’t leave me.” 2. “Are you kidding me right now?!” 3. “I’m going to kill you!” 4. “You did all of this for me?” 5. “I made my baby cry!” 6. “I’m in love with you.” 7. “Can I kiss you?” 8. “You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad.” 9. “Will you be quiet?!” 10. “You are a bloody idiot, you know that?” 11. “You love me.” 12. “He’s dead.” 13. “I hate you so much I love you.” 14. “Just leave me alone!” 15. “I can’t believe you just did that.” 16. “Give me a reason not to turn around and walk away now.” 17. "Please.” 18. "Cuddle me.” 19. "Give me that back!” 20. "I’m pregnant.” 21. "Are you scared?” 22. "What are you doing?” 23. "If we get caught I’m blaming you.” 24. "Are you drunk?” 25. "Shut up and kiss me.” 26. "Help me I’m stuck.” 27. "What am I going to do with you?” 28. "Stop distracting me!” 29. "You said my name in your sleep.” 30. "Yes.” 31. "Are you jealous?” 32. "Trust me.” 33. "Bite me.” “If you insist.” 34. "I made a mistake.” 35. "It’s been a while.” “Too long.” 36. "I don’t love you anymore!” 37. "You’re lying.” 38. "I’m going to regret this.” 39. "Do that again.” 40. "I’m running away.” 41. "I need your help.” 42. "If I die I’m going to come back and haunt you.” 43. "Well this is a surprise.” 44. "Am I dreaming?” 45. "Make me.” 46. "If they find out, I’ll kill myself and then you.” 47. "Why? Just… why?” 48. "Stop it.” 49. "We’re just friends.” 50. "Did you just flick me?” 51. "Do you want to kiss as bad as I do right now?” 52. "I got you a present.” 53. "Sit in my lap.” 54. "I think I forgot how to breathe.” 55. "Woah.” 56. "What if I told you I’ve been in love with you since I was eleven?” 57. "You don’t understand, you never do!” 58. "You look cute with a baby bump!” 59. "It’s all your fault!” 60. "Well that’s just great.” 61. "Are you even listening?” 62. "I’m going to walk away and pretend I didn’t see anything.” 63. "I thought you loved her.” 64. "Time changes people.” 65. "You, my friend, are a complete and utter tosser.” 66. "You should be nice to me, I just saved your life!” 67. "Don’t you just love it!” 68. "It bit me!” 69. "You have approximately 5 seconds to get out of my face before I kill you.” 70. "Did you buy me… lingerie?” 71. "Oh yeah, because you’d be so good at this!” 72. "I’m sorry.” 73. "That night never happened!” 74. "You should marry me.” 75. "Aren’t you just a cutie pie!” 76. "Don’t you dare!” 77. "Um.. somebody broke that.” 78. "Stop biting that fucking lip!” 79. "You’re hot, shame about the personality.” 80. "You’re going to get us expelled!” 81. "I need you to fake date me.” 82. "My back’s a bit sore from when you stabbed me with your knife.” 83. “You’re just leaving me here? At least have to decency to finish me off with a stick.” 84. "No, I didn’t murder them. I accidentally knocked them unconscious forever, that’s all.” 85. "Wow thanks a lot.” 86. "Why are you walking around naked?” 87. "You owe me big time!” 88. "Awe it’s so cute!” 89. "Are you hitting on me?” 90. "If I die you’ll be sorry!” 91. "Help me hide!” 92. "Sometimes I really don’t like you.” 93. "You’re crazy! You’re out of your mind!” 94. "Ow! Ow! Stop hitting me!” 95. "I don’t know how you convinced me to do this.” 96. "Is that… is that my bra?” 97. "Really? Right now?” 98. "Where are your pants?” 99. "I can’t believe you’re carrying my child.” 100. ”You’re my soulmate?!”

BTS writing prompt: 8th member of the group who is a female and Jungkook the maknae who loves to spank his members whenever he gets the chance to. This can be written as friends who are so close that there is no such thing as privacy, or maybe a poly relationship among them. On cameras he's always respectful never touching you in any way the media might think as inappropriate but off-cameras, a pouty baby clinging onto you and complaining about how your butt looks so adorable whenever you wear the outfits but he can never touch them like he does so with his hyungs. Randomly groping you when staying in the dorms and whenever you yell at him or complain to the other members, he'll put on his pouty face and whine about it. Saying how he has rights on all his members butts and you are no exception. "It's only in the dorms Y/Niee let me have my moment"

Yandere Promotes list

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Rules

Closed

° request which BTS member/s you would like

°you can only use/request 1-2 prompts per request. You can also add some detail of how you would like the story to go if wanted

Master list

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Promotes

"Is someone hurting you"

"Put the bat down!"

"Go on, hit me back"

"Your the only one i can trust"

"I told you not to fall in love with me"

"Shut up, just shut up!"

"I'm not losing you again

"I am different now"

"None of that matters."

"Please say something"

"You hate me, and i don't know why!"

"Leave, leave right now!"

"I can break your nose if I wanted to."

"Are you going to cry?"

"Why can't you listen to a single thing i say?!"

"Stay.i need you more then you think."

"Don't hurt a single hair on her head."

"Don't ever leave my sight again."

"Where are you going?! It's not safe out there."

"You look sad.

"Please, don't leave me alone."

"I heard you scream, nightmare again?"

"I need you to eat something."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Don't touch me!"

"I could just hug you!"

"Why are you being like this?"

"I'm begging you, please don't lock yourself in your room."

"Don't shut me out."

"You better put that knife back down."

"Shh, you're safe. I won't let you go."

"What? Dos that feel good?"

No-no, it alright come here

"I know it hurts but you have to stay awake"

Hello! Lulu here 💜

I like to come up with plots that would make good fics but I have no ability to follow through with actually writing them, so I’m going to share them with y’all 🫰🏻

I am a shipper, I have a thing for OT7, and poly ships in general. I will ship everyone with everyone so know that your ship will come eventually!

If you have any request let me know ☺️ inspiration is always appreciated 💜

Feel free to use any of these prompts for writing/drawing just make sure to tag and let me know 👍🏻

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Ok, so kid fic/ business / hotel au.

Jimin (moved when he was 10, fluent in Korean still) is a newly hired front desk agent still in his first two weeks, he has made friends with front desk manager Jin (he is 2nd generation Korean/American and can barely speak basic conversational Korean) and fellow agent Tae (Korean/American , can say hi and nothing else)

Joon, Hobi and Yoongi are on an extended work trip and Yoongi had to bring his young son with him. Yoongi did bring his nanny (JK) but his son gets a hold of the room phone and calls down to the front desk where Jimin ends up picking it up and talks with him. The kid calls back everyday for a week and no one knows he is doing it. One day the kid and Yoongi leave the hotel before he can call and the kid starts crying saying he wants Minnie, Yoongi thinks he is talking about the mouse. Yoongi ends up figuring out that he is talking about someone at the front desk and takes him there. Tae is working the desk and just smiles at the kid while he is talking real fast in Korean. He understands nothing.

Tae heard “Minnie” and realized the kid wants Jimin, Jimin is on break and tae grabs him. Cute fluff happens from there

Pairings:

YoonMin

TaeKook (Tae talks about just using his hips to breach the language barrier)

JinHobi

Aromantic Namjoon, doesn’t do romance but enjoys physical affection from his close friends. A welcome third wheel whenever he want to be

Enjoy 🫰🏻💜

ᾰ̓γᾰ́πη

Pairing(s): Cursed!Seokjin x Reader

Genre(s): Fantasy Au, Fluff, Soulmate Au

Summary: “There’s a story whispered around here. One surrounding the beautifully carved statue of a man at the center of the town. Legend says that when the hand of his true love graces his palm, he shall wake from his cursed marbled slumber. It’s always been a silly old wives tale, until you give in to a friend’s dare.” (prompt idea from writing-prompt-s)

Warning(s): mild language

Word Count: 1.8K

Part I, Part 2, Part 3, ...

taglist: @best-space-boy @maryelixabeth @mochimaw @yeontanismypresident @hannahantonette17 @ign-is @fanfuckingfic @koala-wonderland @suchgayaesthetic​ @dulcaet​

~ if you want to be added to the tag list for this fic, feel free to send me an ask! thank you💜

The statue was no doubt beautiful. At times, it looked as if it truly was just an incredibly pale living man standing still, transfixed by something the naked eye could not see. Stories, old wives tales, the likes, manifested around it, creeping their way into the homes of every person ‘lucky’ enough to dwell within the town. They graced the tongues of parents at each late night bedtime story to their children, snuck into the early morning gossip of elderly women topping off tea cups, and laid dreamily in the back of every young girl’s mind, each one hoping to be the key to end the curse.

Growing up in this small town, it was hard to ignore the incessant buzz surrounding the terrifyingly detailed slab of marble. However, the challenge intrigued you, spurring you on at a young age to scorn those of ‘childish’-enough mind to ever believe in such nonsense as the ‘Story of the Statue.’ How ridiculous could one be to believe that the statue was once a man, and that the only way to return him to his ‘true form’ was the hand of his ‘one true love?’

If one should believe in such a thing as a living hunk of rock, it would make just as much sense to one day find half the townspeople deep in conversation with their hairbrushes.

Insane is a good way to describe it.

Completely and utterly bonkers another.

Much to your dismay, however, the entire town seemed to believe the exact opposite. Placing your hand upon the statue’s at midday became a reveled ritual for the townspeople. Men and women alike took their chance to entertain the mystery; to indulge in their deepest fantasy of being a part of the magic.

It was this 180 of belief from yours that ended in your own scrutiny. Instead of the ‘magical statue’ being the center of ridicule, it most often times was you. You couldn’t count on your fingers and toes combined the number of times you’d heard your name amongst the petty laughter of your neighbors, or caught the wicked smirks of the other girls your age as they hushed their voices as to be ‘undetected.’

It was painfully obvious that your reluctance to accept what has always been a town tradition made you an outcast amongst them all. The only friend you’d had to stick around being the quiet girl in the house neighboring yours.

In all honesty, she was quite drab at times, most of her vocabulary consisting of the words ‘soulmate,’ ‘statue,’ and ‘magic.’ Yes, she was just as deep into the mess of it all as everyone else, it seemed. As much as it pained you to sit through her lengthy airs on how romantic the whole situation was, that she’d do anything to be the soulmate the man was waiting for, she was the only one that had stuck around to entertain your rants.

Maybe her head was so far in the clouds your negative words never truly reached past the tips of her ears, but you were nonetheless grateful to have someone to at least pretend to listen, and she never made you feel any less-than for having differing opinions. Though, it didn’t stop her from picking fun every now and then, claiming that there must be a small part of you that was even slightly curious.

Her efforts to bring forth the inner-believer in you is what led to the present moment you find yourself in.

The face of utter disgust mixed with slight terror must have looked quite an odd combination for someone about to do the most mundane of things one could do in this particular town. It was as normal as walking your dog, or fetching the mail, yet this was a spectacle most could agree on as being anything but.

The nervousness could not be helped, no matter how desperately you tried to remind yourself that this was nonsense.

An intense burning sensation was the only thing your tingling form could truly comprehend, the eyes of nosy day-goers relishing in the sight of the known town hypocrite about to suddenly go against her beliefs. If anything, you seemed to attract an entire crowd, as if you were the main act in a thrilling road show that would come and go so quickly, the people rushed to witness it before it was gone.

A shooting star, a comet across the night sky, or an eclipse perhaps.

‘Get ahold of yourself,’ you thought, wiping your increasingly sweaty palms across the denim of your jeans.

‘It’s just a silly story, all you have to do is touch it,’ your mind reminded you. The more stares you garnered, the whispers becoming a loud buzz in your ears fighting above the rush of blood pounding through, the more your confidence seemed to crumble.

A tiny speck of a part of you wormed its way up through the depths of your being to call out to the reasonable part of your brain ‘what if it’s true?’

In the unbelievable off-chance that you were wrong, could you deal with the backlash of standing so firmly against it?

As you felt the warm push from the instigator of this whole affair, her face adorned with a slightly amused smirk, you realized that even if this whole story is true, there was no way in the universe that you would ever be the soulmate the story talks about.

Your experience with men is virtually nonexistent. The last time you’d indulged in the whirlwind of possible ‘romance’ had been when your middle school crush had kissed you quickly on the lips after school on a dare, promptly gagging afterwards and swearing to the high heavens that ‘girls are gross.’

Maybe you were traumatized from the whole experience, never mind the fact that the men of your town just weren’t vying for the attention of the town laughingstock, but romantic relationships just weren’t a part of your story.

It didn’t really matter much to you anyways, considering all the eligible men are, have been, and always will be, meager farm boys living off what their ancestors have laid down for them. Not that there was anything innately wrong with that way of life, it just wasn’t what you wanted for yourself and your future.

You have big plans, ones that include getting as far away from this place as possible, and no man was going to get in the way of that.

You’d rather die a painful, lengthy death than be a little hometown wife the rest of your life, reduced to nothing more than mindless cleaning, cooking, and birthing children. To be the ‘property’ of some man that could never understand your true potential; your true worth.

So, despite the twinge of fear lacing the edges of your mind, creating a rigidness in your limbs as you crossed the dirt path to the statue, you rose to the occasion, in a sense.

Maybe this would lay to rest the constant chatter of snobby folk, let them believe that, even for a moment, they’d found a way to manipulate you into their way of thinking. Maybe they’d finally stop whispering petty words when you passed, even begin to accept you into their society, not that you were desperate for that.

Or perhaps, it would give you a little more piece of mind, at least. Quell an unadmitted thirst to understand the hype so you could be completely unattached from this silly thing and hopefully move on with your life.

Those things would not change over the few seconds it would take to finish the deed, but as your mind raced through the possible aftermaths of what you were about to do, a change of sorts had definitely begun.

It was like all of time and space slowed around you. The closer the statue came into your field of vision, it was like entering a tunnel, or vortex, that sucked you in further and blurred reality around you.

And then everything stopped.

There, mere centimeters from you, lie the statue. It’s intricate detail and craftsmanship a new level of divine when admired closely. This was the closest you’d ever been to it and it stole the breath right from your lungs.

It was a strange feeling, mixed with the stares, the heat of the summer day, the nervousness in your belly, and the charge floating through the air. An unnerving mix that, shockingly, calmed the thoughts waging war within you. Like everything was numb, quiet, peaceful almost.

“Just do it already!” A shrill voice called out, followed by the sound of agreement flowing through the crowd. It snapped you from your state, reminding you of the task at hand.

With a little less reluctance than you’d expected, your hand reached out in the direction of the statue’s. Fingers shakily outstretching, all at once, your palm slid into the cool marble one.

It was smooth, yet you could feel every ridge and line like that of a human hand. The cool feeling of the marble against your clammy flesh was surprising considering the temperature the day had suffered through.

You hadn’t even realized your eyes were closed, breath held, until you opened your eyes upon the exhale, coming face-to-face with...

A statue.

You couldn’t help the anxious giggle that slipped from your lips like a mad woman.

You were right, well, at least that was one possibility. You’d touched the damn thing and nothing happened, just like you’d expected.

So why, among the rush of relief, was there an aftertaste of disappointment on your tongue?

The crowd, mildly satisfied and admittedly bored, had begun to disperse as you stood there, hand still placed in the statue’s.

Even though you’d bit the bullet, gotten it over with, you weren’t sure what to do now that it was done. For some reason, you couldn’t seem to pull yourself away, tell your friend ‘I told you so,’ and get on with your life, finally free of the unknown.

That same familiar warmth that pushed you here found its way back to your shoulder.

“Alright, you’ve proven your point...for now. Let’s go.”

Without turning your head to acknowledge her, you looked up into the face of the hunk of rock. For a fleeting moment, you felt as if you were staring into the eyes of another human being.

Without a word, you slowly turned to retreat back to your home, emotions a frenzy you couldn’t quite understand, let alone share with another soul.

As you began to take that first step away from the thing, your hand slipping carefully out of its grasp, you felt the smallest bit of movement behind you.

Before you could turn around on your own, something warm wrapped around your wrist, spinning you back to face the creation that plagued your mind.

Only, you weren’t met the the stark white of the marble, but the ivory tone of skin. Stiffly sculpted hair now flowing freely, dark, with the wind. Empty, pale eyes now filled with a deep rich brown, struck wide as emotion after emotion swirled within them.

Shouts and gasps echoed throughout the square, eyes of every villager as wide as their gaped mouths, returning to their prior posts, the show ending with a twist no one could have predicted.

Mind and body going into an immediate state of shock, there was no time to process anything at all before the weight of the now-man collapsed down from his pedestal onto you.

So the stories held some truth after all...

To Be Continued...

ᾰ̓γᾰ́πη - Pt. II

Pairing(s): Cursed!Seokjin x Reader

Genre(s): Fantasy Au, Fluff, Soulmate Au

Summary: “There’s a story whispered around here. One surrounding the beautifully carved statue of a man at the center of the town. Legend says that when the hand of his true love graces his palm, he shall wake from his cursed marbled slumber. It’s always been a silly old wives tale, until you give in to a friend’s dare.” (prompt idea from writing-prompt-s)

Warning(s): mild language

Word Count: 2.8k

Part I, Part 2, Part 3, ...

taglist: @best-space-boy​ @maryelixabeth @mochimaw​ @yeontanismypresident​ @hannahantonette17​ @ign-is​ @fanfuckingfic​ @koala-wonderland​ @suchgayaesthetic​ @dulcaet​

~ if you want to be added to the tag list for this fic, feel free to send me an ask! thank you💜

For the record, you’d never once been so thoroughly stupefied by anything the entirety of your existence. Not that much has ever happened before this...debacle, but still.

Lying on the ground, however, draped with a recently statue-turned-man as the faces of every person who’d openly mocked your beliefs sit painted with the same concoction of horrified wonder, it was safe to say, this was definitely a first.

It was like your mind was awake while your body lay paralyzed. Thought after thought, albeit incoherent, made rounds throughout your consciousness. Limbs splayed across the dirt, useless, like those of a rag doll.

Perhaps part of the initial stun could be blamed by the impact with which the body crashed into yours, as well as the force of hitting the ground.

Maybe, in your likely now-concussed state, you were not actually under a man who a mere moment ago was marble. It’s believable that this was all just some brain-trauma induced hallucination. You probably just tripped on your way to the statue and hit your head. Really, really hard.

That scenario could have very much been the one you decided to go with, that is, until the man started to lift himself up, just enough to look down at you.

Even if you didn’t want to lock eyes with the, admittedly, incredibly handsome man you found yourself in such a precarious situation with, it wasn’t like you had any other choice.

Space only big enough for a single breathe lay between you.

His eyes, a lovely dark, warm brown shade that gave you such an odd sense of security, studied your own.

This close, every detail of his face was on HD display for you, from the length of his lashes, the slope of his nose, to the curve and plushness of his lips. Horrifyingly enough for you, that meant every one of your flaws must be painfully on display for him as well. Look at you now, suddenly worried about how you looked to a once-inanimate object.

It was an oddly intimate moment, one that you weren’t quite sure you wanted to end before it had begun, or to continue forever, until the sun set and the stars shone and everything in-between. The way your head swam, thoughts torn between two opposing sides, a regular Capulet-Montague affair within, it was like losing sense of yourself.

There was no way this was really happening; that this man has come to life at your hand. However, you couldn’t deny the tangible evidence that is the vessel hovering over you now. Oh yeah, there’s a strange man on top of you...and everyone is watching.

Like a cadaver reanimated by a bolt of lightning, you shot away from the man, pushing yourself back on your butt and scooching like a child until you were satisfied with the distance between. Skin painfully alight with the burn of embarrassment, you didn’t dare look back into the eyes of your ‘soulmate’ just yet.

‘Soulmate,’ it’s like that very word incited an allergic reaction in which your body suddenly had the urge to convulse until whatever contents remained in your stomach were one with the earth.

Trying merely to catch your breathe, you almost didn’t register the warmth of a hand pressing firmly to your back.

“I, um, think we should take this somewhere more...private, perhaps?”

That voice, the slightly monotone, yet strangely comforting voice of the girl you both tolerated and treasured. The only one that treated you as an equal; an actual human being.

“Mira...” It sounded choked, weak, like saying her name was a laboring task you weren’t sure you could handle. Turning back to look at her, you could tell how horrified you must have looked based on her own expression.

If anyone knew what to do in this insane situation, it’d be her.

Rising to her feet, Mira took in the way your body curled in on itself, to shield you from the alarming situation of which you had no control over and no clue how to precede. It stung at a piece of her that had been buried deep down inside for a long time.

Strange, was all she could pen it as, but you are her companion here, and it was her duty to aid you in this, especially considering the circumstances.

———

The walk home was quiet. One on the outside might almost call it peaceful, tranquil, but it was none of the above.

After suggesting to take this to her home, Mira helped you and the stranger to your feet and broke up the little side-show that had gathered. The townspeople were a mixture of curious, horrified, and smug; seeing the girl they taunted get stuck in this situation was irony at its finest.

While there were plenty of broken hearts staggering their way back to their homes with heavy souls, no one could deny that this was fate, and whether they agreed with the outcome or not, it was not their place to question.

Many, however, did get a good laugh in when you had paced frantically around the circle created around you, practically begging people to take the man instead. It was pathetic, sad, pitiful, and it left all with a disturbing sense of pride.

‘Serves her right,’ they all thought, only speaking it aloud once they were sheltered within their own walls.

They weren’t wrong though, you did look and feel wholly pathetic. On the verge of tears, begging people you loathed to help you, and right in front of the poor, confused man who was at no more fault than you. It wasn’t your best moment.

Thus, the journey to Mira’s was awkward if anything. You strode a few paces ahead, mind foggy and emotions scattered like confetti. Mira made a comfortable wall between you and the man, who brought up the rear, taking in his surroundings with curiosity and a weird sense of familiarity.

Nobody dared say anything, not that there was much to talk about at the moment. Tensions were running high, and a calm, quiet, middle ground was needed before any successful conversations were to be had.

You couldn’t help the slight tears pricking at your lash line, threatening to spill over any second. It made you feel dumb, crying over something as if you were a child who didn’t get their way.

But the thought of spending the rest of your life otherworldly attached to a person you’ve never met before was terrifying. It has always been you on your own. You have enough struggles as it is. Oh, how mother will get a kick out of this.

Your mind wondered if she would even understand what was going on. She’d been in the home on the east side for a few years now, after the dementia got to be too much for you to deal with alone. She’s doing better there anyways, and it wasn’t like you weren’t unaccustomed to going it solo anyways.

Your head slowly swiveled back to catch a quick glimpse of the man behind you. He was swinging his head side to side, back and forth, taking in everything like a puppy. His clothes, now that you were looking, were very outdated, things you’d never seen before except in history books or century dramas on Netflix. He didn’t look real. Another irony, you guess.

Before you could turn back and focus on the road ahead of you, his eyes shot down to catch yours. He didn’t seem scared, upset, or even worried. In fact, he looked almost sympathetic. It probably had to do with the terrified expression you had a hard time fighting every time he caught your gaze. The heat crept up your neck quickly and you shot your head forward to get away from his stare.

Before you knew it, you were standing shoulder to shoulder with the man as Mira unlocked and swung her front door open. The porch creaked under your weight as you shifted to gain some space, the nervousness making you antsy and unable to stand still. He didn’t seem to notice you move away from him, but you weren’t about to look at him and check.

Once inside, you placed yourself in one of the large wicker dining chairs you occupied often during long debates with Mira over the years. Her house was quaint and quite charming. A decent size, especially for her living alone, and giving off a rustic, bohemian air that made it feel homey to even the most distant of strangers.

Speaking of strangers, it was an odd sight to say the least, watching the tall man cross the room stiffly, dropping down onto the velvet couch with a sigh. The humanness he possessed after being rock only a few hours ago was unsettling. You don’t know what you expected him to act like, but then again, any expectations were out the window and 100 miles downwind by now.

Considering how off-put you are by the whole thing, it both amazed and scared you how easy it was for your gaze to linger over him. What it was that pulled you to him, you couldn’t put your finger on- no, you didn’t want to put your finger on in fear of the implications. The longer you were in his presence, though, the more curious you became. And we all know how curiosity plays out, just ask the cat.

Again, as if you both really were connected in some fantastical way, his eyes instantly found yours. This time, however, the nervous heat that usually accompanied it vanished. Instead, locking eyes almost brought an innate sense of peace within you; comfort.

“So, would either of you like some tea?” Mira’s way of easing the awkward air quickly broke the two of you from...whatever that was, and it immediately threw you back on edge. Grabbing the edge of the chair till your knuckles paled, your voice took on a defensive tone.

“ I’d like to know what the hell is going on.” Laced with a sharp venom you weren’t even aware you were capable of, the statement immediately caught all attentions, air increasing in its thickness instead of dissipating like Mira had hoped.

You couldn’t bring yourself to look back at the man, so instead you focused all of your negative energy, unfairly, on Mira. Her face twisted into an uncomfortable grimace as she thought of the best way to talk you down from your growing agitation, but before she could speak, a light chuckle wafted through the tiny room.

That snapped both of your heads towards Mr. post-statue.

Even with both of your uncomfortable gazes, he didn’t seem affected. It wasn’t like he couldn’t read the room, or understand the gravity of the situation. It was more like he had this innate sense of optimism; that everything was going to work out and he just didn’t see the point in getting so serious.

“I think it’s pretty obvious what’s going on.” You wouldn’t say you were surprised by the soft, honey-tone of his voice, or that you were entranced by it, but if you were to deny, you’d be utterly lying to yourself.

Maybe there was more to this soulmate thing than just waking him up and living ‘happily ever after’. Was it possible there were physical and psychological changes that came along with it? It doesn’t seem too far fetched considering the events that have taken place today. At this point, anything could happen and you wouldn’t be any more surprised. Maybe it’s the shock talking.

“What?” Once you said it, you want to take it back. God, could you sound any dumber? The first thing you say directly to him, and it’s an idiotic reiteration that makes you sound like you can’t infer from context clues and common-freaking-sense what he means.

A quick urge to bury yourself somewhere far away from here shoots through your being, but it’s not a look of disdain that you are met with, but a sweet, soft, smile. It’s not that he seems to pity you in any way, but that somehow knows exactly what you’re feeling without you having to say it. Although, now that you’ve realized it, that small sense of fright wiggles in the back of your mind. A stranger should not be able to read you as easily as he is.

“If I’m awake, it means the spell is broken.”

You stare at him as his face lights up, as if remembering something wonderful; a long lost memory just now recalled.

Suddenly, he bolts up, coming straight for you. Despite your heart protesting, your body starts, pushing yourself as far against the chair and curling tight to protect yourself. As you flinch, your eyes shut and you suck a quick breath in. Like being charged by a fearsome beast, you react in such a way that you don’t even have to open your eyes to know the affect.

The footsteps stop instantly, and when you do open your eyes, you see the man frozen in place, face paled and arms limp at his sides. He was only a few feet away, but even when he shortened the distance between you, he suddenly felt further away now than before.

The guilt of reacting in such a way was a feeling you weren’t accustomed to, and you couldn’t lie that you felt worse after seeing the pained expression on his face.

He slowly backed his way back to the couch, lowering down onto it while avoiding your gaze. Strange how quickly it went from you avoiding his, to him avoiding yours.

“I’m sorry...I know...I know how scary this must be, and I shouldn’t have gotten so excited,” he started, voice low and cautious, like he was afraid to scare you again. Seeing the hurt in his eyes and hearing the strain in his voice affected you more than it should.

Carefully, your body returned to its original position, unfurling to show him that you weren’t afraid of him. You don’t know why it was suddenly so important for you to assure him but it was a natural reaction you didn’t think twice about.

Brown eyes once again catching your own, you tried your best to give him an apathetic smile, something to rid his beautiful features of that sorrow you inadvertently caused. When his eyes shone with a newly-gained light as the corner of his mouth upturned the slightest bit to return your gesture, you knew that no matter the insanity of this situation, you’d probably do just about anything to keep that smile on his face.

“I just never thought this would happen.” A slight pink hue rises to the apples of his cheeks and it takes a strong part of you to hold yourself together and not swoon at how adorable he looked.

“That what would happen?” Mira speaks up and reminds you that you are, in fact, not alone and you recompose yourself.

The man clears his throat and despite the increasing blush on his cheeks, he manages to look from Mira back to you, bringing his hand up to scratch the back of his neck.

“That my soulmate would find me.” This time it’s you whose blushing, the heat creeping up and spreading to every part of your body. The implications of being a soulmate, let alone to someone you don’t know, made the uneasiness resurface. Even though you felt a growing warmth for this random man, you weren’t about to throw your inhibitions out the window all for the sake of being ‘soulmates.’

As cliché-fairy-tale-garbage as this whole thing seems, you weren’t some dim-witted damsel who’d fall for a man she just met.

“Maybe you should start with introductions, stave off the soulmate thing for a moment.” Mira sends you an understanding smile, knowing that you’d lack the frame of mind to conduct this conversation without her assistance.

A breath you hadn’t known you’d been holding escapes your lips in a relieved sigh. Turning back to the man, you muster up enough courage to rise from your seat, cross the wooden floor, and stop before him. Shaking slightly, your right hand reaches out to rest midair in front of him, fingers open and waiting.

“I’m Y/N.”

He looks at your fingers, then up at you, then fingers again. Slowly, his hand approaches yours, gliding softly against the pads of your fingertips before lightly grasping your hand in his. Before you can signal your arm to start a shaking motion, he brings your hand towards him and delicately places a soft kiss to the skin of your knuckles. You can feel his lips curl into a smile against your skin, and suddenly it feels like the Sahara desert in the sweltering summer months.

“My name is Seokjin. It’s nice to finally meet you, Y/N.”

To Be Continued...

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A.N., 

 This part is more-so an establishing piece. I know not much goes on plot-wise, but I needed to develop the dynamic before any of the juicy bits can happen. I hope you all understand and like this newest edition to the story. I originally planned this to be a 3 part series, but there will definitely be more than 3 parts, oops. I hope you all stick around for the ride, and thank you for all the love and support!💜

-Moonie🌙

Happy.

Prompt(s): “I can’t help it, you’re fun to mess with.”, “Were you ever going to tell me?”, “I just want you to be happy.”

Pairing(s): non-idol!Jungkook x Reader; mentions of Hoseok x Reader

Genre(s): Angst

Summary: Best friends don’t keep things from one another.

Warning(s): angst and tears, maybe unhealthy friendships?? (idk)

Word Count: 2.1k

“Jungkook, I swear, throw that pillow one more goddamn ti—“

When the soft plush of the pillowcase is suddenly all you can feel against your face, an unbothered laugh filling the small space of your apartment, you can’t help the exasperated sigh that escapes your lips.

Sitting on the floor surrounded by mountains of pillows, blankets, and snacks, you grip the pillow harshly to your chest, desperately trying to calm your rising temper as the doe-eyed boy crumples to the floor in a fit of giggles, loud and obnoxious.

It’s a sound you’d grown used to over the years of being best friends, unfortunately most incidents being at your own expense, but you were subconsciously fine with that if it meant making your best friend happy.

You raised a hand to smooth the now-stray locks of hair in disarray from impact-over-impact of the pillow bombs Kook had been tossing over the last half hour.

Why you bother to lecture him about manners and how hitting people upside the head with pillows when they’ve asked you to stop is rude, you don’t know. It always falls on deaf ears, and Kook has never been one to listen, to anyone.

Wiping the forming tears gathering at the edge of his lashes, he sends you a big grin, knowing that if he plays his cards right, you’ll forgive him in a few minutes and all will be as it was.

“Come on, y/n, lighten up a little!” You roll your eyes at his antics. It was always like this. Jungkook would do something stupid, dangerous, a little rude, or all of the above, he’d play it off as you being a ‘stick in the mud’ and eventually you’d give up and let him go about doing whatever he wants.

Sometimes it felt less like you were his best friend and more like you were his babysitter.

Don’t get it twisted, though, you love Jungkook more than anything. He’s been your best friend since God knows when. When bullies picked fights on the playground, Kook was there. When your first date ditched you freshman year, Kook was there. When your parents were fighting and you didn’t want to be home, Kook was there.

You’d practically grown up together and shared everything. Maybe that’s why you felt a swirling sense of guilt building in the pit of your stomach. 

You’d never kept something from him before.

Rolling your eyes, you willed yourself to breath and calm down. You’d already been a little jumpy all afternoon, and the more you overreacted, the more suspicious he’d get.

Jungkook was no idiot, though, and he’d known the second he came over that something was up. It wasn’t unlike the two of you to have late night movie sessions, laughing, talking, and just being weirdos together, but something about this time felt off.

He wouldn’t say anything, though. After all, you both never kept things from each other and he believed that if something was wrong, you’d tell him. Perhaps that’s why he felt a bit guilty deep down. You would always tell him if something was going on.

“Fine, lets just watch the movie, okay?” You ask, tone showing some defeat, but Jungkook could easily play that off to the fact that he’d been pestering you all night to get you to say something, tell him the truth, yell at him, anything that wasn’t just this passive apathetic attitude you’d had all night.

As you leaned forward to pop the disc in the DVD player, what movie, you weren’t really sure at this point, but it wasn’t uncommon for the two of you to watch the same few movies over and over again, you felt Kook scoot closer, dragging the heap of blankets along with him.

The hangouts weren’t for the movies anyways, they were more for relaxing and venting to the only people you both had to be honest to.

Previews began and you kept your eyes glued to the screen. You knew Kook was staring at you and it killed you inside knowing that you wouldn’t be able to keep this up any longer.

Body heat creeping between blankets as he pushed even closer, only centimeters apart, and you finally turned your head to face him. Right there on his face, just as you thought, sat that quizzical yet knowing expression he wore whenever he knew you weren’t telling him something.

The heat rose to your cheeks and you hated the way the guilt licked at your throat, threatening to spill out in words you weren’t quite sure you were ready to tell him.

Instead of breaching that topic so soon, you opted to remain oblivious.

Turning your head back to the screen, you let a little sigh out, breathing in deeply to settle the nerves growing within you, “Kookie, stop staring at me like that. Watch the movie.”

Silence. Preview after preview played when you decide to look back again to see if the expression had changed. As your head swiveled to face him, you met his features only a breath’s width apart from yours.

It had you freezing in your spot, afraid that if you moved even a molecule, you’d occupy the same space, too close to stop something you might regret.

His eyes, narrowed and hard set on yours had you swallowing the lump that formed in your throat.

He knows.

“Jungkook, I-“ but before you could get he damned words out he had already pressed forwards, stealing them right out your mouth, lips pressed against lips.

All of a sudden you were too warm, too dizzy, too confused, and the only thing you could do was pull back, resting a hand on his shoulder to keep the distance.

His expression didn’t change, until he registered the panicked one you wore. As quickly as the kiss came, he was pulling back and chuckling halfheartedly.

“Geez, Y/N, calm down. I’m just messing with you.”

Your face didn’t drop the look you held firm, but your hand did fall into your lap, suddenly burned by the touch of his skin.

“Why would you do that?” Your voice is small, frail, like a thin pane of glass in a weak frame, and the tiniest disturbance would shatter you.

He didn’t look at you, rather, focusing on the screen ahead. The sound escaping your lips as you talked had him stiff. He fucked up.

“I can’t help it, you’re fun to mess with.” It’s short, void of emotion and he doesn’t even turn to look you in the eyes as you stare at him.

This was all wrong. How had everything gone so wrong so fast?

The only thing crashing around in your mind was the thing. That one thing you wanted to wait to tell him, but now it was ringing in your ears, the only sound you could hear.

It was out before you could stop it.

“I’m moving in with Hoseok tomorrow.”

Oh.

So that’s why you wanted a movie night out of the blue. Come to think of it, this was the first time you and Jungkook had hung out just the two of you in a while.

He didn’t even register the lack of your personal belongings strewn about your apartment, or the two boxes sat to the right of your door.

He’d been too busy being excited to finally have some alone time with you that he’d been oblivious to all of the signs.

You were leaving him behind.

Not saying anything, Jungkook gathered his belongings and stood from his spot on the floor. You shot up to follow him, forcing the tears to stay in your eyes as you frantically thought of how to fix this.

This wasn’t how this was supposed to go.

Kook grabbed his shoes from the front tray, sliding them on, just as you got to the front door and grabbed the sleeve of his sweatshirt.

When he finally turned to look at you, the pain in his eyes had the tears fleeing yours. You ignored them as they flowed down your cheeks.

“Kook, wait-“

“No. I... I just. I shouldn’t be here.”

Turning the doorknob, he tried to walk through, but your hand latched to his sleeve kept him in place.

Another awful silence sat between you.

Cold night air seeped through the open door, clouds dispersed enough to see the pitch black of night peak through, little stars shining in the void of darkness. It was a sight you once fawned over, but now it sat cold, like a block of ice in your heart.

“Why didn’t you tell me... tell me before?”

It was something you always suspected could happen, non-platonic feelings blossoming over the many years you’d known each other. You’d entertained the thought of Jungkook being more than a friend once before, when the two of you were young and a little bit stupid and thought the world was yours for the taking.

But time had changed that, changed the two of you.

When you met Hoseok two years ago, the feelings that burst within you for him were some you’d never felt before. And Jungkook, well he was supportive of the whole thing. Said he seemed nice, and after they got to know each other, ‘if you’re gonna ditch me for anyone, I’m fine with it being him’ when you had to postpone ‘his time’ for your boyfriend over and over again.

Seems like things had once again changed.

In retrospect, he should’ve seen it coming.

“There’s nothing to tell, y/n.”

You dropped your hand from his sleeve, once again nursing the burning sensation from close contact. Of course, you thought, stubborn as hell.

“Were you ever going to tell me?”

Jungkook turned around as he stepped through out onto the porch. There was enough space between you now, and he felt safe enough to turn back, just to look at you one more time.

He took note of the way you held the hand that once held him. The tears tracking across your cheeks, red and puffy. The slight quiver in your bottom lip.

It tore his already shredded heart to bits. Pummeled it into the ground and stomped on it too.

He didn’t answer; didn’t know how to. He’d had years to tell you how he felt, had his chance to keep you when you asked him his opinion on Hoseok.

Hoseok. As much as he wanted to hate the guy, show up and beat the shit out of him for taking the only thing he cared about, he couldn’t. Hoseok was a great guy, the kind of guy you deserved. The guy that wasn’t afraid to tell you you looked beautiful, to bring you flowers for no reason, and kiss you under the moonlight. Hoseok was a great guy, and he got you. 

He honestly, maybe even stupidly, thought you two weren’t that serious. Maybe he just refused to believe you were. 

A pathetic smile plastered itself to his face, wishing to every power he knew that he would take it all back if he could.

“I just want you to be happy,” Jungkook whispers, voice low and strained from keeping his own tears at bay. This was it, and if he was going to do one last thing, he’d wish you the best. Because you deserve the best.

You took a feeble step forward, reaching out for a moment before pulling back.

You pulled yourself together enough to look him in the eyes, seeing the sparkle that usually sat within them clouded by the glimmer of tears. Mirroring his pathetic grin, you sniffed, wiping a few tears from your face.

“I want the same for you...”

Staring at one another, time seemed to freeze only for a brief second.

Before he could stop himself, Jungkook reaches a shaking hand out to brush against your cheek. The wet tears seeping into his skin made his body shiver.

You stood there, face subconsciously leaning into his palm, the warmth not as comforting as it had once been.

“I know.”

It was quick, and suddenly he was pulling his hand away, wiping his palm on his jeans.

You watched as he tore down the staircase and out into the parking lot. As he started his car and drove off, leaving you there.

Eyes gazing up to stare at the stars twinkling millions of miles away, you let the tears flow as hard as they needed to.

You were mourning; grieving over the loss of a friendship most people could only dream of.

For a moment, your mind pondered over everything. Maybe you shouldn’t have told him. Maybe you should’ve said something when you had the chance. 

The thoughts disappeared into the night just as Jungkook did.

You both would’ve found out each other’s secrets sooner or later, would’ve gone through this hell at some point.

After all, you both never kept anything from one another.

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A/N, 

   I’ll probably be posting some little one-shots here and there in-between updates for ἀγάπη just because I have a lot of ideas and things bouncing around in my head and I suck at sticking to a single task, so...sorry in advance. But don’t worry, an update is coming soon! 

-Moonie🌙