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You walk up to the man in black hair staring you down. He’s extremely handsome and has the most beautiful eyes. “Hello,” you say quietly as you walk up to him and flash him a small smile. “I caught you looking at me,” he says with a smile on his face.
What? I wasn’t looking at him, he was looking at me. Actually, he was staring at me. “I- I wasn’t looking at you,” I stutter and slightly smile. “Oh yeah, so then why did you look at me then giggle at your friends?” He says in a confident tone. “Am I funny looking?” I gaze at his face for a moment, then his lips. “We’ll, you’re staring at my lips, so I guess that answers my question.” He speaks as he stares right into my eyes. You break out of your trance as he says that and look up at him. “Oh... oh my god,” you mutter to yourself. “I’m sorry, I didn’t get your name,” you suddenly say, extending your hand in front of him.
He smiles at you. He has such a cocky smile, like he knows he’s the shit. It’s so attractive. “My name’s Jungkook,” he shakes your hand that you’ve had extended for a while. Hey, I’ve seen this dude around campus, you think to yourself. “I’m y/n.” “Well, y/n I think I should get your number,” he states as he pulls his phone out from his pocket. You smiled sheepishly, your face flushing and burning from excitement. “Yeah, sure.”
You pull out your phone as well. After you exchange numbers, you guys sit in silence for a few seconds, which feels like hours when he finally speaks. “I guess I’ll talk to you later then.” He says as he gets up from his seat and walks away. “I’ll be waiting,” you murmur to yourself.
Am I funny looking?
(Guys this is shit I’m sorry 😭)
hooked up
(also lmao, JK is so cringe in this to me so pls excuse that 😭😭😭)
Part 2 of YOU DONT LIKE HIM?
me pretending to be a kpop idol performing with my group be like:
➤ Kim Seokjin // Part 2
➤ Min Yoongi // Part 2 // Part 3
➤ Jung Hoseok
➤ Kim Namjoon // Part 2
➤ Park Jimin // Part 2
➤ Kim Taehyung // Part 2
➤ Jeon Jungkook // Part 2 // Part 3
➤ Reactions 1
➤ Reactions 2
➤ Reactions 3
➤ Reactions 4
➤ Reactions 5
➤ Reactions 6
➤ mtl masterlist
yoongi in black is my mood. and i really love him in black okay. yoongi dark blue/grey aesthetic.
I THINK I DIED FROM HIS BEAUTY
he’s so ethereal 💜
JIN DRABBLE
//Jin; I love you\\
You were staying over at the dorms waiting for the boys to get back from practice. You and Jin got together a few months ago and both of you were extremely happy. While waiting for the boys you started cooking a meal for everyone. Suddenly, you heard a door opening, taken aback by the sound you looked at the clock where you saw it was pretty early for the boys to have come back for practice. Walking towards the door you saw Jin taking his shoes off, looking tired. “You came back early, why is that?” you asked hugging him. “I haven’t been feeling well all day so I decided to leave earlier than the others” Jin said heading towards the couch. “I suggest you take a shower while I finish cooking and then I will give you a massage and cuddles, how does that sound?” “Lovely.”
After the shower he got dressed, you instructed him to lay down deciding to give him a massage as the food was cooling down.
“How are you feeling now?”
“Much better jagiya”
You got up heading to the kitchen in order to get the food back to Jin. You handed him the food, sitting back next to him. Jin couldn’t take his eyes off you, the only feeling he felt in that moment was only love nothing else that happened that day bothered him, he started wondering what did he do to deserve you, such a wonderful girl.
“I love you jagiya” he said gazing into her eyes, love filling his.
“so cUTE” came a voice from the door.
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imagine taehyung shoving his fingers down your throat telling you to suck them while fucking you hard and deep with his big cock
Dressing Room - J.H.S
Warnings: None
Um. I just woke up from a nap and I’m still in shock from my dream. Basically, it was me and hobi in a dressing room. We were in a well known store and for some reason there were free dressing rooms and dressing rooms that you had to pay to enter. So like, we had sex in the free dressing room and it was everything. Can I have that? In real life please? And there were people complaining because they wanted to enter the dressing room and hobi was like “why didn’t we go to the private ones?” And I said to him “we had to pay” And he just frowned at me and we continued despite the complains outside. We finished on time because an employee just opened the curtains and everyone were both mad and in shock and in the next changing room was Jin with Taehyung (??). It was pretty rough. I’m thinking of writing a full on smut about this if anyone is interested🤪
Min Yoongi ft cutest smile you’ll ever see in your lifetime
I just can't with them anymore 💗💗💗
if we’re together, even an endless maze is paradise
beautiful
CALLING ALL TEEN WRITERS/ARTISTS!
Hello :) I’m Nicki. I’m 14, 15 this year. Just incase you wanted to know.
You might be wondering what this post is for but I hope you’ll read this to the end because this will be super short! I always wanted to start a blog that’ll aspire people. Make them smile. So my plan is to gather writers from all around the World to write with me! Make people smile with me!
My plan for this blog is honestly filled with diverse ideas. From Fanfiction, Essays about our society, Illustrations on almost everything. *Not giving everything out*
And once everything is planned out, we could make our blog and work on it!
-How to join or apply-
1) Message me on @minimalista-amor
2) A short essay/story of your choice. If you’re applying as an artist, then you obviously have to submit your artwork.
3) And please introduce yourself:)
I hope we can create an BLOG THAT’LL GET RECOGNISED!
you ever read angst so beautiful it feels like you’ve put your heart on a stick and watched it beat in the best way possible? Now you have !
Yet another amazing piece of art from my (and yours very soon) favorite author. As I’m posting this (08/18/2022) there is only part one out, but the author says that part two is in the works !
Read this and be prepared to be literary-ly kicked in the chest and beg for a punch too
…𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙞𝙢…
• type: bts x f! reader • masterlist • about: angst! discusses themes of abandonment and inadequacy
• tagging: @introlxv; @pinkcherrybombs • pictures taken from Pinterest
• a/n: It's raining a lot here today so I was just lingering around what comparing yourself feels like
NAMJOON: "There's honestly no way to undersell your influence," the woman gushes on and it's like you don't exist. Joon is giving her the trademarked, polite smile, one of neutrality. It means nothing. But also at this moment, you mean nothing.
"You went to the White House and the UN, and now you're visiting my little gallery! Gosh, it's such an honour."
"Ah, it's...it was unprecedented. I'm just doing what I love, it's the people I should be thankful for. They helped me to get to these heights."
"Don't be so modest!" she pats his arm, perhaps lingering a tad too long but where once there would be a kindling flame of jealousy, there's nothing now. Her words have poured a bucket of ice-cold water soaked with a certain realization, washing away all happiness of the day.
You can't compare.
You won't ever compare.
"I have a private screening of the latest works. Usually, I wouldn't reveal such a thing, but you're Kim Namjoon!"
He takes a step back, sporting quite the awkward stance. Because this is Namjoon. He's polite. Tries to not show judgement upon anyone else. Like you, for example.
"I was actually preoccupied -" he waves at where you've been standing mute and unmoving whilst whatever this was unfolded.
"Oh, your secretary!" all too confident the owner of the gallery calls out and you can only muster to stand there. No strength left to argue.
"She's not my se-" Namjoon fruitlessly sputters but the lady waves his indignance away.
"Are you familiar with the work of contemporary artists?"
"No," you truthfully reply. They were but colours to you.
"Oh, not very educated in this field, are you?" she coos in a farce of sympathy and blankly you shrug.
"No."
"Well, then, let's go. This level of art needs viewers of...worldly inhibitions."
Her long red nails sink into Namjoon's beige shirt, one you gave him on his birthday, like a reborn harpy of old tales. He looks back at you, eyebrows furrowed in million confused questions but you quietly wish him to have fun. His educated, smart fun, remaining to stand there in the middle of a fancy art gallery. And you can't stop thinking about that shirt and laughing dryly to yourself. A multimillion pop singer, donating his money to art galleries, collecting masterpieces, visiting presidents and here you were gifting him shirts because that's all you could afford.
"What are your thoughts on this piece?" a stranger approaches you all of a sudden probably thinking that just because you were here you belonged here, that you earned your spot here when in truth you were just someone Namjoon dragged along.
And with a carving, empty feeling you don't see any reason at all why would he do such a thing.
"It's beige," you breathe thinly, glimpsing at the painting on the wall and he leaves upon hearing the simplistic answer. Figures.
YOONGI: "Already thirty and still unmarried? Is there no one in your life?"
He looks almost apologetic into the camera. A glimpse lasting a second, travelling through infinite miles as if he knew you were watching.
"No," he lies. "No there is no one."
He lies for your safety because it's what he has to do. It's what you agreed to but right now you couldn't name a worse feeling to have than to be called nonexistent. A ghost. A void, not a living human being occupying space and deserving it.
"No way," your cousin laughs loudly across the table. "No way this guy is dating you!"
"It's true," you object poking at the plate of dinner you have no intention of eating anymore. Her words have created a gaping hole in your stomach, that honestly had been churning away for longer than you had noticed.
"What's he doing with you then? A charity?"
"Keep your mouth shut!" her mother hisses sharply but bolstered by the many wine glasses, she drones on.
"What? I'm just stating what we're all thinking. This is what? Just a reprieve, a cleanser! He'll have his fun with you and then will marry a supermodel or a singer. Cause it's what they all do. No rich person marries a commoner."
Yoongi is not like that. You knew he was not like that. He liked to eat tangerines by your side and fix the broken shelves, night upon night he'd cried how he just wanted to make music but be that as it may his life was set.
And a quiet librarian was in no sort of way part of cameras and red carpets.
And he'll have to say it time and time again that you did not exist.
And you feel like you don't.
The night is empty and cold with the house gone deathly quiet. The water runs underneath your hands as you scrape the dishes - to have something to do, to not be consumed by the gaping wound of being hidden away. Like a scab almost.
A phone rings.
"How was the dinner?" he immediately asks, sounding a bit rushed. "Sorry, I couldn't make it this time."
Or the time before that and the one before that, and a hundred others in the past, making you seem like a lonely ghost wailing false moans that you were loved by a star. He was an innocent idol onto whom you had delusionally pushed your need of companionship, pictures could be downloaded, and lies could be spun.
And as far as most people knew - you did not exist.
"It was fine," you answer monotonous. There's a wobble in your lip so you have to really frown to not let it spill.
"I didn't mean it. None of what I said. It's just something I have -"
"- to do," you finish for him and your voice wavers. "Yeah, I get it. Listen I have to go, alright."
"Wait, no-!" you drop the phone and lean over the sink, swallowing down tears. Pulling a determined breath, you wash the remaining dishes in complete silence and no one calls or talks to you anymore.
JIN: "Yeah, right," the front desk lady sneers. "Get out of here, freak."
"I'm literally handing you my ID. You saw me before!"
If only any proverbs were ever listened to. A wise saying once claimed to not judge a book by a cover. What a wonderful world would it be if it was actually listened to.
Dripping rainwater and mud, you scoffed, frustrated and just wanting to lie down. It had been an exhausting day. The kind where you regret ever waking up.
"Do you not have a register or something? This guy literally is vouching for me."
You point at the gardener of Jin's apartment building and he nods, eyes full of compassion. He was a good guy.
"It's true she was here and the day before that."
"So, you're a hooker. I'm not letting you up. Just look at yourself."
Look at yourself. Those words were like an axe to your head. A dull blade swinging time and time again as you bent your knee at the podium.
Wherever you went they reverberated like ripples in a lake.
"Just look at yourself," one woman sneered while you went to the bathroom at a party with Jin.
"Really look at yourself. You must think you have some sort of inner beauty? People like you make me sick! You're all delusional," and she had stormed off, face warped in such contempt as though you'd done something wrong. But you just stood here.
"Don't listen to her," you told your reflection but the eyes looking back were tired. "You did nothing wrong."
You can only insist that you did nothing wrong but no one listens. Certainly not the cops shoving you in the van on the charges of stalking.
The holding cell is very cold and you're freezing, wet hair seemingly lowering your body temperature even more.
"HOW DARE YOU?" Jin's voice rings even down the hallway. "WHAT SORT OF COUNTRY IS THIS WHERE INNOCENT PEOPLE GET ARRESTED?!"
"We apologize, sir, but the front desk worker phoned in as it was susp-"
"IS SHE THE CHIEF OF THE POLICE?! YOU JUST CARRY OUT THE ORDERS OF SOME RANDOM WOMAN?! LET MY GIRLFRIEND GO THIS INSTANT!"
The doors open and stiffly you clamber out, immediately swarmed by Jin's warm embrace.
"Don't think I'll let this go so easy," he growls at the nearby officer before guiding you away.
"I'm so sorry, honey, it won't ever happen again," he strokes your head all the way home but the cold doesn't dissipate. It's all a blur and you're just so very tired.
"What are you doing?" Jin asks gently opening the bathroom doors where you finished taking a warm shower as he had ordered. You wipe the steam off the mirror. The shoulders are hunched and there's no spark. Just another face in the proverbial crowd.
"Just looking at myself."
HOSEOK: It's nothing that anyone says. They think it, you can certainly tell by the snide glances occasionally thrown at where you're standing, but they don't dare to say it. The rest of the group is here and they wouldn't tolerate any off-hand remarks just as much as Hoseok himself.
But they don't need to say it. No one needs to do anything. You just have to look.
He's swarmed by celebrities, the A-listers, the top of the top, all celebrating the genius of his album and they blush as he pays they some attention. Because he's not just a celebrity, he's the top celebrity, he's what the people above aspired to be. And he wants this, he wants more of this.
And you don't belong here.
You don't belong here at all.
Like a piece of furniture or a fallen decoration, you stand in the corner invisible. The scarce attempts of talking all ended with an awkward side glance. The one given to friends, saying: "who invited her?" They excuse themselves with gritted teeth, sometimes just simply walking away and you stand by the side, admiring and not participating. How could you when this was not your world? But it's his and amidst all the fans and all the meetings, even Hoseok has forgotten you're here.
You don't belong here. You don't want to be here. Didn't want to see anyone ever again.
"Where are you off to?" a voice asks and you peek underneath the table, surprised to see Jin's head poke through. His phone light illuminates the hiding spot with flashing bright colours of a nameless webtoon.
"Just need some air," you answer emptily before pointing at the device. "You're having fun there?"
"Ah, I don't want to meet anyone," he whines and you offer a small, meaningless smile.
"I get that."
He glances up and you think he sees something in the way your eyes gaze grayly around, observing but not seeing. Though in the end, he says nothing and you're free to walk on the street. The music of Hoseok's album party pours out even there but at least it's dull. Another world now.
You push your hands deep into the jacket and not wanting to return to an empty apartment, end up in a 24/7 convenience store. It's cheap and common. Your spot, a planet familiar.
"Rough night?" the guy at the counter asks as you quietly slurp a cup of noodles on a rickety chair nearby.
"You probably had it rougher," you point out at the 2 am flashing on the clock hung behind him. He only shrugs.
"Not really. People leave me alone during night shifts and to be honest during day shifts as well. It's like I don't exist."
You frown at the red noodles and there's nothing but an empty pang in your chest. It's not one of hunger you realize now.
"Yeah. Me too."
JIMIN: The day is long and weary. Your legs ache and your apron is stained with dry milk. You're trying very hard to not cry in the break room and then you see him and you want to cry yourself to death. Be the princess that drowned in her own tears.
He's beautiful, the literal "It" boy of the nation. Kind, gorgeous, determined and you're crying in the break room.
The TV shoved in the corner has no sound but you don't need it. It's plenty enough seeing him laugh generously on the main story of the day, one discussing his success.
"Good day, sir, how ma-"
"Iced espresso," he interrupts and doesn't spare you even a single glance. You're just a machine here to obey. Nothing more.
"Damn, ________, you're still here?" a coworker asks, tying her apron hastily around. "I thought you applied for that new job?"
"Yeah, well, they rejected me," you explain lifelessly, face turned away.
"Is there no one else?"
"Yeah, and they rejected me as well. And all the other thirty places I applied."
She sucks in a breath through her teeth.
"Damn, that sucks. Still, don't keep your nose low, you might end up staying here forever."
Yes, that's just what you might end up doing. Someone had to be at the bottom of the barrel. Someone always had to do the dirty job you just never assumed it'd be you. That it'd be you who'd be the failure.
"She's a surgeon, you know," your mother says on the phone and you scuff your shoe against the tile ground.
"Yes, I know."
"Since this degree of yours didn't work out, you might apply to study something useful you know like a lawyer."
"Mom, I don't want to be a lawyer."
"Do you want to be a barista all your life? Because this art degree is certainly accomplishing that. And you're not marrying a rich man."
"What if I did?" you snap back spitefully.
"Well, then I'd be embarrassed to have a daughter whose such a liability."
"I have to go."
You're trying really hard to not cry but it's not quite working.
"I'm not a liability," you mutter underneath your breath but it feels like a lie in your mouth.
"Hey,______, we need you out here. It's a madhouse!" the frazzled head of your coworker pops in and all you can do is wipe your face and raise your aching legs once more.
"Good evening, ma'am! What would you like-"
"Iced espresso," she orders without looking up from her phone. You nod.
"Can you take the register?" you whisper to your colleague switching places.
"Why?" she furrows her brows.
"Just don't want to talk anymore."
Thankfully, she only nods curtly and you're free to do what is needed, alone and unbothered.
It's evening already but Jimin is still on the news and he smiles brightly as the sun. You don't even remember when was the last time you met him in real life, held his hand in yours. Last time he felt like a real person and not just someone you can look at through the screen.
"This dude really has it all," your coworker mutters underneath her breath whilst counting the register once there's no one in the sight.
"Yeah, he does."
TAEHYUNG: It's nothing but the truth to call jealousy a disease, a fatal one at that. Uncurable, unstoppable rot wrecking you from within. Never before had you looked at a video of your boyfriend and felt...felt bad. If bad was even a word to describe the awful hollow that washes the world grey.
The entire Paris screams for him, hell, maybe the whole of France. They talk of Lisa, Park Bo Gum and V. The infamous V. And they talk of Lisa, the A-lister, the star, the face of the fashion, the top girl of the top.
"You just have to work hard, okay," your mother always said. "You work hard and you can do anything."
It was such a comforting lie. Because you did work hard, you worked so hard it nearly crushed you and all it did was land you in an office cubicle, creating documents day upon day. Just like millions of others before you and like millions after you. Just an expendable tool.
You can't help it, because it's a disease, it's wearing down all the kindness in your heart, all your confidence and reducing you to a husk slumbering on the bed. What did they have that you didn't?
As a sick sort of punishment, you continue watching the video. V is getting quite cosy with the other celebrities, the 1%, the people not doing the office jobs, not doing the sowing of the fancy clothes they wore, not serving the drinks like the nameless waiters people treated as mindless robots. You ponder how horrible they must feel, how tired. The video suggests you want this, this is the world everyone should aspire to but it leaves a sour taste in your mouth and the fact that V is there makes it only more appalling. Because that is the fact. He was your boyfriend, Taehyung, the guy from a line of farmers, a simple guy who respected everyone but it's hard to see that Taehyung in V. The fashion icon, the creme de la creme sipping champagne far far away from you. He seems happy. Happier than he was when you parted.
Coincidentally, it's your birthday the next day and there are only three calls - your mother, your best friend and for some reason Jimin. Jimin who remembers it's your birthday before Taehyung or should you say V.
You get yourself a cake. It costs a pretty penny but it's cute and just this once you want to have nice things. Just this once. You take a picture of it, almost upload it on Instagram but then think better of it. Who cares what you post. It's there that you scroll upon a video of V cutting up a cake and you just know it's much more expensive than yours will ever be. This cake he seems almost bored with costs more than your life and it's given to him. Even if he would get it himself he wouldn't have to worry about the cost. It didn't matter how much you work hard, you will always have to worry about the cost.
In the end, you blow out the candle right there in the bakery and the girl working the register is the only one who claps. She asks what wish did you make, you answer none but secretly you just wish he would call. That he would remember of his girlfriend at home as low as she was.
He doesn't call but at least a video floating around the internet tells you he has a grand old time spinning around the pole with Lisa.
JUNGKOOK: "I don't like dispassionate people, I guess. I can't imagine how can one live without a goal. I'd rather die than live without passion."
It wasn't like Jungkook to be cruel and he probably didn't intend to be one as well but it still is cruel. Your own boyfriend just told everyone on national television that he doesn't like you. You're everything he loathes - the dreamless drifter, people who are just here.
"Why are you frowning?" a voice asks and you turn to look at him standing in the doorway with a frown. He must have said something before this but you hadn't heard. The mop in your hands lays still as you finish sweeping. Bam is there as well, his big brown eyes flickering in between both of you.
"Nothing," you reply quietly.
"No, it's something," he insists. "Don't lie."
"Why is passion so important to you?"
The frown on his face deepens and Bam begins to whine from the surging tension.
"I don't know," he laughs, sound falling strained and awkward. Because it's not funny. "It just is. I mean what's the point of life then? Hanging around? That's useless, isn't it?"
"I'm useless?"
His eyes widen for a fraction the second he understood his own words.
"I didn't mean you," he corrects but whether or not it's real or just in your perception, you don't think they sound sincere enough. It's just something he has to say.
"You just haven't found your passion yet."
"Because it doesn't exist!" you don't mean to yell. It upsets Bam, upsets you and most importantly it upsets Jungkook but he's never understood this. Never grasped that it's not the matter of you not finding your special devotion, it's because you simply didn't have one. And you're tired of trying to explain yourself over and over again.
"I don't care for jobs! I don't care about hobbies! I just want to live!"
"Okay," he brushes off passively. Not that he believes you, not that he listens to you at all, he just doesn't want to fight.
"Why is it so hard for you to comprehend that I don't have any aspirations? Yoongi -"
Abruptly he rolls his eyes, arms tightening around his chest.
"Again with Yoongi. Would you stop bringing him up?"
"Because he makes me feel heard! I don't have goals, I don't have great dreams and aspirations! Does that make my life meaningless?"
"What do you think?"
For a while, the only sound are the whines and the scraping of Bam's nails against the linoleum.
"You think my life is meaningless?" you echo breathlessly. Jungkook merely scowls at the floor.
"Right, who are we commoners against the mighty Jungkook? The millionaire, the young idol, right?"
"It's what my passion led me to," he mutters obstinately and for all intents and purposes, he might as well just have punched you in the gut.
"You won't achieve anything if you're just hanging around."
Exhaling a shaky breath you gather the most strength you ever needed.
"I have a dream, Jungkook, it is to live happily. And I'm not happy with you."
There's really, absolutely no way of knowing now either whether the flash in his eyes is out of fear or anger. They remain only as assumptions but what is an indisputable fact are the words spoken out loud.
"Well, I'm not happy with you, either."
The floor dries as you stand in front of this man, a stranger suddenly, one to whom you're too exhausted to defend yourself anymore.
"No, you can't come with me," you whisper to Bam who tries to squeeze the nose in through the door gap, tail wagging behind him. He must think you're going on a walk. How lovely animals were, they didn't care how you looked, who you were, or what you lived for. They simply were, and enjoyed life at its face value.
"You have to stay."
Bam is a sweetheart through and through but above all he's well behaved. His eyes are brimming with sadness but he does as he's told and steps away.
"I'll miss you, buddy."
"Enjoying the weekend?" the man at the local bakery friendly questions and you cast him a smile.
"Yeah, you know, appreciating the day."
"Ah, preach! It's nice to just enjoy yourself, isn't it?"
As you pay, your phone lights up and a picture of Jungkook flashes in front of you. Briefly, you break and zone out in his eyes. Weeks have passed, you should change it.
"Does that make my life meaningless?"
"What do you think?"
You shake yourself out of it and lock the phone.
"It is," you agree with the baker.
© soraviii, 2022