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Pennies
Reader x Jungkook // 6243 words
Summary: From high school sweethearts to strangers. 6 years later, the two of you finally meet again. “Let’s turn back the clock and take a walk,” He says.
Genre: Fluff
A/N: Happy Thanksgiving! I’m finally on break for like… 2 days but I’ll take what I can get! Watched Cafe Society last night and the sentence let’s turn back the clock and take a walk caught my attention. My american football knowledge is still very limited but the Thanksgiving weekend game is tomorrow so I thought I’d fit that in too haha.
Kibum had asked you to attend this “small” get together he had organized. Well technically he guilt-tripped you into coming since you had already missed the last 3 high-school reunion dinners. It’s not that you were avoiding them or something (okay, maybe you were avoiding one person) but you never were a fan of big parties anyway. Especially when they seem to go on forever but you decide if you attend just this once, perhaps Kibum would stop pestering you.
So, there you were nursing a drink in hand, standing around chatting with some of your high school friends in an apartment packed to the brim with people. You glanced at your watch from time-to-time, wishing the second hand would move faster. Once it hit the 2 hour mark you decide that it would be alright to leave the party. You bid your friends goodbye and they whined and asked you to stay but you insist that you had something to attend to early tomorrow morning so they finally let you leave. Truthfully, you were just really hungry and the tortilla chips with salsa placed in a bowl on Kibum’s kitchen island just wasn’t cutting it for you.
After pushing your way through sweaty bodies, you finally reach the front door of the apartment. You step out into the corridor and let the door shut behind you. Letting out a deep sigh, you finally smile to yourself, glad that you had gotten away from the loud chatter of the party.
“Y/N?”
The smile on your face fades and you freeze in your spot. You hear hurried footsteps and his voice sounds louder as he comes closer to you.
“Y/N! Damn, it really is you!” The man beams.
“Jungkook,” You smile.
He engulfs you in a hug, perhaps out of habit and you reciprocate and add an awkward pat.
“Leaving the party already?”
“Ahh yeah, I have something to do tomorrow and—“
“You’re going to go get supper aren’t you?” He smirks.
You let out a light laugh and then ducked your head down in embarrassment. 6 years later and he still knew you so well.
“Maybe…” You answer. “You should go in, I’m sure they’re all waiting for you,” You gesture towards the apartment.
Jungkook opens his mouth to answer you but the both of you hear a gurgling sound fill the corridor and Jungkook backs away slightly embarrassed as he clutches his stomach.
“I haven’t had the chance to have dinner,” He laughs. “I was going to go in to say a quick hello and then head out for some food.”
“Right, go on then,” You smile. “I’ll see you around,” You say as you move to the side to walk past him.
“Wait,” He puts a hand on your shoulder to stop you. “Wait for me and we can go grab supper together.”
“Jungkook, I’m actually really tired and—“
“Come on, Y/N it’s been 6 years since I last saw you.” He begs. “Let’s turn back the clock and take a walk down memory lane… Please?”
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Aaaahhh! I was internally screaming at the end with the small talk at the end. This fic was so good. I almost didn't want to start reading it because of the description and the potential angst. Although I love how both the MC and JK are both portrayed throughout the fic. It was also really inspiring to see the MC work her way up to being a top producer.
Navy; pt. 1
Reader x Jungkook // childhoodfriend!AU, idol!AU // 17k words
Summary: He’s your best friend, practically your other half and the two of you have always promised to be there for each other no matter what. The both of you have dreams of professionally making music together one day and to you it’s almost like reality, a given really, and with each day, the dream starts to feel like it’s within reach. But, one day, with one sentence, Jungkook destroys it all.
Genre: Fluff, Angst
A/N: hey this is me trying to dig myself outta my writer’s block! please know that this is just my imagination running wild and i’m pretty sure big hit didn’t take their phones away from them and there are like other inaccuracies but !!! just humour me hahah. also it seems like the keep reading feature doesn’t work on mobile? im so sorry for clogging up your dash ): and the formatting is all weird on mobile lol idk what’s happening!! it’s best if you just read this on desktop or mobile browser
Part 2
Busanbeats.
At aged 11, both you and Jungkook think that it’s the single most coolest name on Earth for the little home-made studio that you have in your bedroom. 10 years later, you’ll realize the name is as basic as basic comes but it would be a name that holds too many memories, memories both you and him will treasure for the rest of your lives.
Truth be told your so-called studio isn’t even one… it’s just your computer hooked up to some speakers that your neighbour had thrown out some odd years ago. On top of that, the midi keyboard you have is not top of the line either. It’s just some mediocre brand but you had gotten it for a steal at a garage sale and as long as all the keys worked, you didn’t really care.
To think that making horrendously simplistic music on second hand equipment is what will change both yours and Jungkook’s life forever is almost unfathomable and yet, that is all that it is. It would push both of you apart and bring the two of you together again, almost as if finding that midi keyboard buried deep under a pile of broken electronics in a stranger’s yard had been fate at work that day.
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This chapter was just me screaming into the abyss "talk to each other". "Ask meaningful questions about stuff you have been wondering about for years!"
Navy; pt 2
Reader x Jungkook // childhoodfriend!AU, idol!AU // 14k words
Summary: He’s your best friend, practically your other half and the two of you have always promised to be there for each other no matter what. The both of you have dreams of professionally making music together one day and to you it’s almost like reality, a given really, and with each day, the dream starts to feel like it’s within reach. But, one day, with one sentence, Jungkook destroys it all.
Genre: Fluff, Angst
A/N: one year plus later…………………….. yes i am that kind of writer hahahah i am so sorry. also yes, this isn’t the finale. there will be a part 3! don’t panic!!! huge huge thank you to @peachdragonrecs who helped and reassured me as i second guessed myself with every word i wrote lmao. you’re the best (”:
Part 1
Previously…
Meeting Jungkook again isn’t what you had expected it to be. You had always imagined telling him just how much him leaving you had hurt you, that the fact that he had slowly forgot about you had hurt you even more but when you saw him standing in front of you, all quiet, looking at you as if he was waiting for you to say something, you found yourself tongue-tied.
1 year ago
“Jungkook, you’re finally home!” Your mother smiles when he seats himself at the dinner table of your house. “You’ve spent too much time in Seoul. I watched one of your interviews the other day and you’re really starting to sound like them you know?”
“Ah, yes,” He smiles. “But, my Busan dialect is still there, don’t worry. It comes out whenever I’m mad,” He laughs.
It’s been 5 years since Jungkook has left Busan, 5 years since he’s been able to come home. As much as he loves Seoul, nothing beats the food here. He wastes no time in digging in, basically wolfing down half the table as his parents chat with yours. He joins in the conversation from time to time but more often than not, he’s sitting in silence, looking around the house as his heart swells with nostalgia. Other than the gigantic new TV that’s in the middle of your living room wall, nothing else has changed. The tattered couch he used to lounge on is still there, the photo of you missing your two front teeth is still hanging on the wall.
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Hello love! If you're still doing these, I'm sending 5 and/or 18 for our lovely Hobi? It can be fluffy or angsty whatever you're feeling. Hope you're having a good day regardless (happysugaday) 💜 I'm a big fan of your writing you're really awesome! ☺☺☺☺
Aww thank you 💕 I hope you’re having a good day as well!!! I hope you enjoy~
5. Over a beer bottle
18. Very far away
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“Love was unfair to us, wasn’t it?”
“God, Hobi, go to bed,” you groan, running your hand down your face and rubbing away your tired eyes. “It’s late. Now is not the time for this.”
“But we could have made it work, right? If I wasn’t such a fuck up we would have been good, huh?”
Through the receiver you can hear glass clinking against his countertop along with his slurred words.
“You’re drunk right now,” you bluntly state, pushing yourself up in bed.
He releases a garbled response which you can only take as a yes. “I guess that’s another one of my many, many flaws you just couldn’t love anymore,” he says bitterly. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I was never good enough and I was never the man you wanted me to be.”
You can hear him sniffle through the line, struggling not to bawl like he did the last time he drunk dialed you.
“Hey,” you stop him from trying to put himself down. “It wasn’t all your fault, okay? You’re right, love was unfair and things just didn’t work out the way we wanted to, but don’t blame yourself for everything.”
“God, I wish you were here. I just want to hold you in my arms again,” he sighs, thinking of simpler times when both of you thought that your love would last.
You glance at the photo sitting on your nightstand of the two of you, smiling and looking so carefree. That was before, and this is reality. “Yeah, me too.”
sometimes it’s best to remember the past is just a memory…
pairing | kim seokjin x reader genre | angst, suggestive content, mention of a miscarriage words | 6,411
inspired by | Haruki Murakami’s short story “A Folklore for my Generation…”
listen to | Epiphany, Autumn outside of the post office and Tonight/This night
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What Could Have Been AU
Izuku is watching the Sports Festival when it happens. The flickers of red and orange that spread across Bakugo's body like crackling charges. The way his explosions become twice as pronounced. The way he sees All Might, skeleton All Might, grin like a proud father. He can almost see where he could've been, lightning crackling up his veins if All Might hadn't said no. If All Might hadn't crushed his dreams and adoration in the palms of his hands like an unsightly weed. Izuku had wondered why All might had even hinted at Izuku having a chance. Why he had hesitated the second time they crossed paths before All Might ignored him. Why he gave Izuku so much information and then never bothered with him again. Until he realized. He was just Quirkless Izuku. All Might knew he couldn't do anything about it. He knew no one would believe him either. Izuku resents this as much as he resents the fact that All Might's assumption was correct. In a world full of superpowers, Izuku is not only powerless - he's forgettable.
And he's glad that Kacchan got it, really! He glad that he gets to achieve his dream of being number one He hadn't needed any help. Izuku's glad that Kacchan won't have competition! He never does. Really it's great! It's not like All Might acted any differently than the general populance anyway! It's not like All Might knew how it feels to be powerless. Except...Except he does. Not only can he only use his quirk for three hours, he was Quirkless. Because Izuku searched up the damaging fight for hours, searched up every scrap of information he could find. And it was surprisingly easy to find All Might's real name and cross reference it with his buried high school records. Three years ago, heck, even three months ago, he would've been so glad to see that. Glad to have found someone (his idol!) who understood. But All Might refused to give Izuku a chance. He refused to look past Izuku's quirk status. All Might, he realized, had deemed him worthless. And doesn't that sting, that All Might said no on the roof and then scolded him for jumping in only hours later when he saved Kacchan's life. Two months ago, he was listening to the sound of his dreams shattering. Two months ago, he was reading the application response for his Gen-ed application, denied because quirk equality only mattered on paper not practice. Two months ago, he was cutting his heart on the shards of his hope, aching and drowning and burning. Now - now there's just ice sliding through his veins. Now there's just grief for the things that could have been, if the world was kind enough to lend an ear. Kind enough to give a chance. Bakugo's explosions draws his attention back to the screen. Izuku sits, and watches, and breathes. Izuki can do nothing except sit, watch and breathe. And the fog rolls back in.