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BOYFRIEND BANGTAN | TAEHYUNG VERSION

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FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF with the lightest most PG mention of sex

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PLEASE TAYLOR RELEASE YLM 😭😭

And I wouldn't She would have made

marry me either. such a lovely bride, what

A pathological a shame she's fucked

people pleaser in the head.

Who only wanted you But you'll find the

to see her real thing instead

*sniffs* i i cant- *sniffs*

Jungkook: “Well, I remember you used to be mine.”

Prompt requested by anon: Jungkook

#5 - “Hey, don’t cry, alright? I’m here…” 

#12 - “Well…I remember you used to be mine.

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Regret is such a big word when it comes to love, it really is. 

I and Jungkook have been together for about 4 years now, and it was just this one day that ruined it all. I confessed that it was hard dating an idol, and hell, I knew that from the start. Don’t get me wrong, I loved him so much; I loved his personality, his cute and bubbly personality, the way he treats others, everything. But the hate that I have been hiding in myself for the past three years was getting too much. I appreciated every single person that respected me and his’ relationship, those who fought for us and defended our love to those who despised us. 

And as much as I would hate to say this, I didn’t regret leaving. Hell, I felt happier, I felt free, I felt that I could fly, really. You might say that I’m a bad person for saying this, but it just wasn’t fair for me. He knew how to handle hatred while I didn’t. 

It has been around 7 months since we broke up, and I am on the bridge of moving on. It was hard. His members couldn’t stop messaging me, asking if I was alright, but that didn’t help. But today, Jungkook called and asked me for us to meet. 

My first instinct was, of course, to deny. Why would he? Did he want us to be back together? But I let him speak, 

“No, it’s not like that. I just want us to clear everything up between us…and, you know, not being awkward around e-each other. I still want us to have a good relationship, Y/N.” 

The line became quiet between us. Deep down I wanted this, too. I want us to still be close around each other. “Okay. Where?” I spoke after some time. “The Savory Factory.” 

It just had to be one of our all-time favorites, huh? 

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After I was dropped off by my uber, there I stood in front of the restaurant. It brought me so many memories, a whole wave came crashing through my brain. This was our first date, our meeting place, our number one takeout place, where we laughed too much and almost got kicked out, every best possible memory with him was at this place. The fact that we never got tired of this building was too good to be true.

I step inside, pushing the door to be greeted with not many people, actually. The place looked peaceful and happy. Familiar faces of waitresses and waiters greeted me. Every customer seemed so joyous. And I guess that’s why we fell in love in this place.

I scanned around the place looking for this brown-haired man. What am I talking about, there’s a lot of brown-haired guys in this place. But after I scanned the whole area, my eyes locked into these pairs of brown, doe eyes. I knew it was him. Those innocent looking eyes which I fell for, those eyes that I knew held so much love for us, those eyes that always held me captive for him. Those eyes that I know so well. 

I smiled politely, making my way up to his table. As I was walking, he suddenly stood up making me stop lightly between my tracks. “No, come. I’m greeting you, Y/N.” Oh. I lowered my head down and approached him furthermore. He made his way around the table and pulled back my chair for me, like the true gentleman I know he is. Reminds me so much of our first date. I thanked him shyly and sat down and he did the same thing opposite of me. 

“I’m so glad you came, Y/N.” he started off. I noticed in his voice that he was trying to hide his nervousness, but it still appeared. I didn’t judge him though, I felt the same thing. “Of course.” He smiled in return. A waiter came up to us to get our orders, a pen and paper in his hands. “Are you hungry, Y/N?” He asked. 

You know what, I was overthinking this situation in the car earlier. If we were to talk about some serious stuff, and if that leads me into a crying mess then I wouldn’t order some baby back ribs like we usually do. “I’ll just have a milkshake.” “Flavor?” He looked at me knowingly while wiggling his eyebrows, making me giggle. “Matcha.” The waiter scribbled it down his paper, noticing how he also chuckled lightly. “Do you guys still have the banana milk in stock?” You can’t help yourself from laughing in your seat. Oh, those banana milk. After the waiter literally said that they have a full on stock, his eyes glistened up and became excited. “Okay, can I have one, please.” The waiter finished scribbling down those two drinks (which you can just really memorize mentally) and went away.

“I think we’re doing this pretty well.” I smiled at him. My heart fluttered when he smiled back, revealing the crinkles around the corners of his eyes. He showed his beautiful bunny-like teeth in his smile while lowering his head. “I know. It’s been a hell of a time that I’ve been here.” He spoke, eyes wandering around the area. Stunning. I missed this so much. I never knew how much I missed seeing his striking face, seeing his smile once again. “My last time that I was here was with you, you know.” He said. I nodded my head, “Mhmm.”

Then, there was this sudden stillness in the air. I couldn’t describe it; it was a mix of a reasonable emotion and uneasiness. He was just staring at me, piercing right into my eyes. I gulped down the forming ball in my throat, forcing myself to look at him once more. “Tell me I’m not the only one that keeps getting these memories thrown at me.” He softly whispered more to himself as his chocolate eyes were kept still in mine. I chuckled softly, grinning at him. “Of course not, Jungkook.”

That was it. The first time that he heard you say his name in months. He missed how your lips formed those letters so gorgeously, how sweet your voice sounds.

You both felt guilty, that’s for sure.

“I remember the time where we stayed up for so long in our seats that there were literally four customers already been sat at the table opposite us. I’m glad that no one noticed that time.” I said, trying to liven up the mood. “I know right! If it isn’t for you, dragging us both out of this place and being anxious about someone scolding us, then we would’ve stayed there a bit longer.”

“Please, you know how bothered I can be in these type of situations in public.”

“Public? The Savory Factory is basically our home!” he exclaimed, eyes shining. My heart clenched so much that it hurts. I missed him so much. I miss the boy that I fell in love with. He was always like this. Always so cheerful and passionate. He brightens up my day up to a million, and it hurts that I know that he knows that we only had each other that brightens our days. He laughed after, giggling in his seat while I just looked at him so…tenderly? It might’ve looked weird, for I noticed his eyebrows frowning just a little. But to distract my troubled thoughts, I asked him this question. “Do you have any more memories?”

Wrong move, Y/N. I mentally slapped myself.

I heard him sigh, smiling down at his lap. “I-I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that—“

“Well…” he cut me off,

“I remember you used to be mine.”

My heart jumped. It hurt, it felt like a hundred stabs went straight through me. My breathing became uneven and my palms were sweaty. “Jungk—“

“Sir, miss, here are your drinks. Enjoy.” Enjoy. The waiter came and placed our drinks in front of us. Seeing both of our iconic orders together made me feel even weaker than I already am.

“Jungkook, w-what do you mean?” I stuttered, looking into his eyes. His hand combed his hair, sighing whilst at it. His eyes met mine once more and it felt like he was looking right through my poor soul. He smiled at me whole-heartedly. Full of love, evident in his eyes. “I remember when we first came here, how we used to always come here in the middle of the night for snacks, how we used to order the same thing over and over again, how we used to memorize the whole menu.“ He smiled in between his sentences.

His eyes became watery and a hint of sadness in it despite how lovingly he stared. His eyes always expressed more than words, always. My eyes can’t stop watering as well, feeling my lips trembling. "I remember how we used to hold hands, how you reacted when I first called you ‘baby’”, he smiled even wider while his tears already are slowly dripping down his cheeks. You felt the need to wipe them away, and you did. You gently wiped away his fallen tears with your thumb, allowing him to take ahold of your quivering hand, devouring them in between his. 

“I-I remember how much you loved to play with my hands, and how much I had a weakness when you played with my hair. H-how much I truly loved cooking breakfast for you in the morning, and for how many days do you not fail to impress me. Y/N, I missed you.”

And, yes, there and then I started crying. I let out all of my tears flow down onto my cheeks, dripping down my jaw. With my other hand still in his grasp, I used my opposite to try to cover up my face. There were people looking, staring, and some even feeling pity for us. But I didn’t care at that time. Breaking up was a mistake, I realized I never actually felt happy after leaving him, but I only said that to myself to help me move on. I still, in fact, loved him. 

“Babe, c’mere,” he whispered to me after giving a soft kiss on the back of my hand. I looked up at him a bit confused. 

He stood up, pushing back his chair while he pulled my hand and making me stand up with him. I was still sniffling while he led us into the back of the restaurant which there was the little balcony that we used to go. People mostly go there to smoke, but we go there for other reasons. We spoke a lot of deep stuff in this balcony–and as cheesy at it may sound, we looked up at the stars a lot; we admired the sky that we were capsuled in.  

He opened the door and let it shut behind us, making me turn to face him. His arms were wrapped around my waist tightly, not letting go. “Jungkook, I-I’m sorry.” I mewled, lowering my head in shame, “I’m so sorry for hurting you. I know I hurt you when we broke up. I was so stupid and I didn’t think about you at all–” 

“Y/N, no, don’t blame it all to yourself. I was a dick, I know it. I let you sink into all of these hate without helping you. It was me who didn’t think about you.” he cried. I have never seen him like this, bawling his eyes out to the point that they were red. I cried harder, placing my head on his right shoulder, wrapping my arms around him. He moved one of his arms upward, stroking my hair gently, noticing how it was slightly trembling. 

“Hey, don’t cry, alright? I’m here…” He whispered gently into my ear, calmingly. He himself has hushed down his whimpers a little, now only little sniffs coming out of him. “Y/N, baby, shh, I’m here, I’m here.” 

He let myself take my time, letting the pain all out of his shoulders, staining his black shirt. After a while, I finally looked up at him, smiling. He smiled back which made my heart jump. His eyes were red and puffy, and I could say the same about mine. His hair was indeed messy and his tears stained against his cheek. “I still love you, Jungkook. You know that, right?” I softly whispered. His chest rose up and down a few times, noticing a blush in his cheeks. “I know. I love you more, Y/N.” 

And with that he pulled my body closer to him, his grip tightening on my hips, and we kissed for who knows after an eternity. 

This was requested for anon and I really hoped you liked it! gOSH i had so many feels while writing this one damn, Jungkook boutta bias wreck me lmao. Anyways if you liked this one and you want your own, you can request in my ‘request submissions’ tab. xoxo

I've finally started my vacations and the first fic i decided to read was this and im aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaslkjflsjflkajs

Seriously. I can tOUCH their cuteness and chemistry, it's one of my favorite couples of all times. Taehyung and oc built their moments brick by brick, and the moment they felt different towards the another, even before the god's party, was the exact same my own heart melted. After that, everytime they interacted i cried.

Despite them being my f*cking favorite, I'd KILL for an enemies to lovers between oc and Jungkook AND the past Seokjin thought she would be a great queen. In my headcanon, they both occurred in her past lives, but weren't meant to be at all, and that's okay.

The main story is great, ok, i get it, but the scenario and secondary characters are SO GOOD!!! The surrounding universe is easy to understand and the way you've written the cat-like eyes brothers, Seokjin, Jungkook as the way we see greek gods - not so trustful, good but still egotistic and with their own personalities reminding their powers - was the best.

Anyways thank you so much for writing! I slept 2am and will never regret hehe

Worshipers of the Sky [1]

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 [Finale]

Part of the Worshiper Series

➜ Words: 9.8k

➜ Genres: Fluff, Some Angst, God!AU

➜ Summary: He wonders why the sky doesn’t cry for him. After all, he is a sacrifice to a god whose name he never heard of. A sacrifice to a god that everyone had forgotten about. A god who controls weather through emotions.

➜ Warnings: Drinking. Not very violent depictions of being sacrificed.

➜ Notes: Finallllllyyyy!!! I’ve been meaning to share this three-part series for awhile now!! Hope y’all enjoy.

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i was scrolling through my feed and then i just see this and i swear to u i legit choked on air like.....they’re so fuckin perfect....how are they human?😭😭♥️♥️👏🏻👏🏻😍😍

salt & vinegar chips are snacks for fucking masochists. literally the entire flavour of the goddamn chip is “acetic acid, which will hurt your tongue, and then just salt on top of that to hurt it worse”. it’s brutal. this chip is designed to hurt you