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My 16 week transformation.
(RIght): Jan. 1st: 200 lbs. 31.8% Body Fat
(Left): Apr. 27th: 180 lbs. 23.1% Body Fat
Any comments, suggestions, feedback, and what you think my next goal should be... Thanks!
Cue, She | KSJ
Pairing: Seokjin x reader (nicknamed Angel)
Wordcount: 1.6k
Rating: 13+, (use of offensive language)
Genre: Romance, Meetcute, Idol!AU
Triggers: nothing except offensive language, cheating, Angel’s ex boyfriend and ex best friend are both deprecable — and, according to Seokjin, ugly.
A/N: hello, this is how Seokjin met Angel. Not much to say except I’m close to burning out and my goal is to get an update of Natural Connection and Sugar&Spice up next. Thank you for coming to my formal public apologies, Goodbye.
Also, this piece was edited by the one and only Mars, @joheunsaram. It is a pleasure to kill time with you (and to discuss all my plans which my readers won’t get access to because I’m gonna break their hearts LOL BYE)
Here’s my masterlist and here’s me leaving you to read peacefully. Enjoy 💜✨
Your brain froze. You didn't know how that happened, it had just happened. You were crying, sitting at the foot of a staircase, trying to save yourself from the wave of melancholia that was washing over you.
You were drowning, falling, and it wouldn’t stop.
How stupid life is.
Truly.
Why did you have to find out something so vile through a dumb picture on a useless social platform? The person you had loved for years and a friend you had trusted like yourself getting engaged, showing off how stupidly beautiful it was to be in love — completely foregoing the small detail that you had loved them both and both had betrayed you.
You just sat there, feeling useless and forgotten, crying your heart out in ways you hadn’t in over a year.
“It’s my meal? Yes?” A voice came from a floor lower down. Or higher up. It echoed together with a squeaky laugh. You would have called it irony if you weren’t so miserable. And then a door smashed. Footsteps.
Silence. “Oh.”
You lifted your head from your knees, dabbing at your face with your palms. “I’m sorry—”
“Are you okay?” The lean man in front of you knelt down, looking into your eyes with a funny expression, his head curiously tilted to the side in perplexity, as if he were trying to understand a puppy — or rather mimicking it.
His hair was a soft auburn, something delicate and lively.
And damn, he was handsome.
“I’m okay, thank you.” You stood up, your ankle wobbling dangerously as you tipped forward, almost falling. He simply offered you his arm, helping you catch yourself as the sole of your shoe slipped over the edge of the step.
“Careful. What’s your name?” He asked, voice gentle.
You introduced yourself briefly, stuttering a little as you blushed all over, so embarrassed by your clumsiness.
“Okay, let's focus on putting one foot in front of the other, ____.” He smiled so warmly, his lips so adorable as they shaped into a playful expression. “Are you hurt?”
You shook your head and sniffled. As your eyes recovered from being two open fountains, you recognised something familiar in him. “Oh god. I'm sorry I bothered you, I'm not a stalker I promise, I was just delivering jewels for a photoshoot. I'm not following you or anything. Oh my god, this is so embarrassing. I'm so sorry.”
Seokjin shook his palms right in front of him. “It's okay, don't worry. So, why are you crying alone in a staircase?”
You looked away. It was too raw to talk about it with an international superstar — still, he sat beside the spot where you'd sat, opening his lunch bag and getting ready.
“My ex is getting married. To the girl he cheated on me with.”
“That ugly ass.” Seokjin searched for the sauce inside the bag. He found an extra pair of chopsticks and offered them to you, insisting that you took them. “Was he handsome?”
You thought about your ex. Even though he had been charming, all his beauty had disappeared from your eyes the moment you found out what he did to you. “Maybe he had been, when we were still— when I was younger. More stupid.”
Seokjin hummed, forcing you to eat a dumpling as he spoke. “Did he call you?”
You laughed. It was bitter and cruel. “I saw it from his profile.”
Seokjin turned towards you, wide eyed. “Really? You know what? Good riddance. Don’t bother with people like him.”
You nodded. “We broke up a year ago. It’s hard because they met because of me. I really conjured my own demise.”
Seokjin hummed. “That really sucks. Dumpling?”
You confirmed, showing him the picture before filling your mouth.
“His loss. You’re prettier than this one. Probably smarter too since you got rid of that prick.”
He made you laugh. The sound surprised him, it was crystalline, like the sound of wind bells outside of temples. It shook something inside him.
“I don't know.”
Seokjin looked at you, he really did. He drank in every detail, as if he was studying you.
You were really pretty in a way that reminded him of white collared shirts and little pearl earrings and cherry lip balm. And the more he stared, the more he couldn't stop looking, even as your hamster cheeks filled with food while you munched on a dumpling. “What?” you managed to ask through your full mouth.
He had his little quokka smile on next. “Do you wanna be friends?”
You placed a hand before your mouth, trying not to spill your food as you chuckled. “You're a busy person. A famous one too. Why would you hang out with someone like me?”
He shrugged. Chewed. Stared into the void. Why would he? “I'm bored. You lost a friend. You could use a new one. I don't have that many myself.” He meditated over his words. “Do you play video games?”
This time you managed to laugh, your mouth being empty. “I do.”
“Then let's play videogames one of these days. I'm free this Friday.” He was very convincing. Very sure of himself too.
“Are you for real?” You were incredulous.
“There's a lovely pc-bang two streets down. We could hang out there.” He shrugged.
You looked around, trying to find someone to confirm the fact that he was asking you to hang out. You were still alone in the staircase. “Seriously?”
He nodded. “If you want to, of course. Just hang out. I don’t have many people who can hang out with me.”
He was probably trying to soften you up so you would pity him. “I’ll give you my number. You can call me when you’re free,” you conceded. You already knew he wouldn’t call. He’s too busy for his own good.
Still, he seemed to spark up as he quickly extracted his phone and looked at you expectantly. “Yes?”
You gave him your number, the procedure painstakingly slow as he typed like an old man. He was doing it thoughtfully, mostly because he wanted to find excuses to finish his meal with you and let your face unbloat a little after the crying.
“What’s your favourite type of snacks? For gaming.” Seokjin looked at you. He seemed to be typing that too.
You chuckled and stood up. “I like ice cream mochi. And strawberry Pepero. And peach tea.” You collected yourself.
Seokjin frowned a little. Were you leaving already? “You sure you don’t wanna eat some more?”
You shook your hands in front of you. “No, really. Thank you, though. I’ll owe you dumplings forever.”
“You can pay for dumplings this Friday!” Seokjin seemed to joke — he was dead serious.
You couldn’t seem to stop giggling. He was so endeared by it, so happy that he’d managed to distract you from bawling your eyes out. “We’ll see. Goodbye, Kim Seokjin.”
“See you this Friday,” he hollered before you exited the staircase, the heavy door slamming behind you.
The only trace of meeting you were the used chopsticks left on the step, on a paper towel. Seokjin stared at them, confused. He had been completely knocked down. He felt like he’d watched a major disaster happen.
He felt shocked. He didn’t know what to do.
“What are you doing here?” Hoseok asked. He sat down beside Seokjin and did a little perplexed expression at the extra chopsticks. “Who ate?”
Seokjin shook his head. “An angel.”
Hoseok stared into the void, a little taken aback at his hyung’s reply. He stayed like that for a couple seconds, then shrugged, grabbed the chopsticks and got himself a dumpling.
It had been a long day and Seokjin was rather exhausted, still, after the shower, he decided he might as well hope you had given him your actual number. Opening his kakao, he searched for your name.
There you were.
Might as well send you a reminder, at least to reassure you about him actually meaning to see you again.
You seemed like such a nice person. And he did want to be your friend — you had lost so much and you had seemed so lost when he found you. He felt like he had to make you feel better. He knew that his need to be a knight in shining armour for you was absolutely useless and superficial. Maybe, after all, you didn’t want a saviour at all.
He shrugged it off. It was your choice, you would turn him down, eventually.
| Hi, it’s seokjin. We met in the staircase. I wanted to send you the address for Friday. What do you say, will you be free after 10pm?
You were fresh out the shower when your phone vibrated on your nightstand twice.
It was an unknown number.
You had to blink twice when you saw the content. Seokjin. Kim Seokjin.
The address to a pc-bang.
A formal request about your favourite snacks while gaming.
And — oh god was that…?
He had sent you a picture of himself. It was a closeup of his face, mostly his eye, his strong eyebrow, the corner of his mouth and his fingers making his signature crooked v-sign.
You grabbed your Smash Bros case, covering half your face with it before taking a selca and sending it to him.
|Can you beat me at this one?
After five seconds, he was typing.
|I can try. Don’t make me ask about snacks again.
You spent almost an hour exchanging screenshots of snacks and drinks that you like eating while gaming, discussing pros and cons as if you were going to spend millions of won on them.
Before you could realise, you were already getting used to speaking to him as if he had been your friend for a lifetime.
Just watch Digimon 02 The Beginning with my brother for his birthday. And I am so happy this movie was way better than Tri and Last Kizuna. It had a heartfelt message of communication with a dash of that dark subjects I could hear the director of the Tamers season sprinkle in.
If you haven't watched it yet I highly recommend it.
burnout (i)
↳ synopsis: after his ex-girlfriend broke up with him, jungkook enlists your help by asking and paying you to fake date him. accepting the offer, you get more than what you bargained for when jungkook starts showing his true intentions.
↳ pairing: basketball player!jungkook x student journalist!fem!reader
↳ genres: yandere, heavy angst, dark romance, slow burn
↳ aus: college au, fake dating au
↳ warnings: none for this chapter.
Why was Jeon Jungkook at the Communications building?
He had a red and white leather jacket on top of a white shirt, jeans, and his black combat boots. His long hair was a mess, which you guessed was due to his helmet, and when he saw you walking down the steps of the building, he perked up, smiled, and waved at you.
At first, you weren’t even sure if it was you he was waving at, so you were a bit stunned, and looked over your shoulder. But then, you heard your name called by him. You and Jungkook were not friends. Sure, you exchanged friendly nods at each other whenever your paths would cross, but that was the end of it. In fact, the only reason why you even exchanged those friendly nods was because of Taehyung—your cousin who also happened to be his best friend since preschool. If it wasn’t for him, you and Jungkook would just pass by each other without so much as a glance.
And so, it was only natural that you were confused and surprised when you saw him leaning against his motorcycle in front of your college’s building, apparently waiting for you.
“Y/N, hey,” Jungkook greeted with a smile on his handsome face once he was near you.
Still confused, you returned the smile, adjusting the strap of your backpack hanging over your shoulder. “Hi, Jungkook. Is everything okay?”
He nodded. “Yeah, everything is—everything’s fine,” he said. Then, he cleared his throat. “Do you have time like right now? My treat.” He asked, his doe eyes piercing into yours.
You could not believe what you just heard. “What?” Was all you could reply.
Jungkook chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck with his gloved hand. “I know. It’s a shock, right? Believe me, I am too, but I just really need to talk to you about something. I wouldn’t bother you if it wasn’t so important.”
“Is it about Taehyung? Is he okay? Did he get into trouble?” You asked, alert. It was the only logical answer why Jungkook waited for you and why he wanted to talk to you. Taehyung was the only person connecting the both of you.
Jungkook shook his head. “No, no, it’s not about Taehyung, but he’s fine. He’s in his class right now. Look,” he sighed deeply, licking his lower lip with the tip of his tongue before staring at you once more. “Yiseul, I just really need to talk to you. In private.”
You debated whether to go with him or not. This was Jeon Jungkook. Despite his tattoos, broad shoulders, piercings, and big bike—he was harmless. He was your cousin’s best friend, and even though you two weren’t friends, he looked like he needed one at the moment. Besides, you wouldn’t deny that a part of you wasn’t curious as to why he needed to talk to you. That and the fact that because you had been in love with him since you met him when you were thirteen, how could you say no to something that you had only imagined in your wildest dreams?
“Okay. Okay, let’s go,” you agreed, heart beating rapidly. “Where are we going?”
Jungkook’s smile widened when you agreed. “There’s a basement cafe twenty minutes from here. It’s called Seven.”
The both of you began making your way towards his motorcycle. “Just how private is this conversation going to be?” you asked supposedly only for yourself, but accidentally, you said it out loud.
“I guess you already have an idea on how private it needs to be considering the location,” he chuckled. “But don’t worry—I promise you’ll get home in one piece.”
Jungkook handed you his extra helmet, and you were thankful that you didn’t wear a dress that day. After placing your backpack in front of your chest, you wore the helmet. “Can you give me a hint on what it’s about?”
You couldn’t help it. You were curious.
“I remember you always being curious, Y/N. Glad you haven’t changed at all,” Jungkook said, mounting his motorcycle. “In twenty minutes, you’ll know. If you ride now, you’ll know in fifteen minutes.”
You thought he looked so attractive as he smiled and waited for you on his motorcycle. His smile was so infectious that you couldn’t help but to return it. “Alright, fine,” you say. Then, you mounted his motorcycle, placing your hands on his firm shoulders.
“Ready?” Jungkook asked, placing his key into the ignition, briefly glancing at you.
“Yeah, ready,” you replied. He started the engine and you held onto your backpack for dear life. You had seen Jungkook drive his motorcycle before and the only way you could describe it was fast.
“Alright. Let’s go.”
Jungkook drove off.
As promised, fifteen minutes later, you arrived at Seven. It was indeed a basement cafe, secluded from the busy city streets and tucked in between fruit stands and ready-to-wear clothes inside an alley. You were the first to get off his motorcycle, taking your helmet off. Shaking your head, you took in your surroundings while Jungkook took his motorcycle garments off.
The alley was alive with mostly elderly people buying fruits and high schoolers buying the RTWs. The tangerines stood out due to their bright color against the setting sun. You wondered when and how Jungkook came to know the place, if he frequented it, why he chose this place over all other cafes.
“Y/N? Let’s go inside?” Jungkook asked, gesturing to you to enter the cafe first.
You nodded, entering Seven. As a basement cafe, the first thing you noticed were the windows placed near the ceiling. A permanent sepia hue covered the entire establishment due to its yellow orange lights. The walls were painted gray, tables and chairs white. There were only a few tables and chairs, and Jungkook led the way to the one at the very back.
He pulled the chair out of you which you thanked him for, and you sat down. Jungkook followed afterwards, placing the helmets on the table between the both of you.
“What do you want?” He asked, pulling his chair closer to the table.
“Honestly, I’m more curious on why you want to talk to me than have any drinks here,” you told him, placing your backpack on the floor beside your chair.
Jungkook chuckled, leaning his back against his chair. “Alright. Should I just say it?”
You nodded.
“I was hoping that you’ll pretend to be my girlfriend to make Haemin jealous,” Jungkook said so casually that you were completely and utterly stunned. Did you just hear him correctly? Upon seeing your reaction, he continued, “She broke up with me a month ago, and to be honest, I saw it coming already. We were getting into a lot of meaningless fights, always finding faults in one another, and just overall, being toxic to each other. So, when she broke up with me, I did not put up a fight, and just let her be,” Jungkook scoffed, shaking his head lightly. “Then, I learned that she was seeing Han Riyeo, that fucking bastard from Yongsan, behind my back for three months, and I want to get back at her.”
His explanation did not help you grasp what he just said previously. You were still stunned, but you managed to ask, “Why me?”
“For reasons I still don’t know, Haemin was always jealous of you,” he confessed.
Now, that was a surprise. “What? You and I barely had any interaction.”
“I know, but I suspect it’s because you’re there whenever I hang out with Taehyung,” Jungkook shrugged his shoulders, then ran his fingers through his hair. “So? Will you help me, Y/N?”
“This is pretty childish, don’t you think?” you told him, eyebrows furrowed.
Jungkook crossed his arms over his chest. “I’ll pay you. I know you need the money. Taehyung mentioned you’re saving for the deposit on this apartment you want to rent.”
You stared at him, trying to find any trace of mischief in his eyes and body language but found none. Jungkook was serious. A part of you knew that the logical answer would be to decline his offer. It was childish, as you had told him. It was a nuisance and it would do nothing but bring problems and complications in your life. Your life was complicated enough, and you didn’t need to add Jeon Jungkook’s fake girlfriend to your list of complications.
But this was Jeon Jungkook. The person you had been in love with since you were thirteen. The person you supported, cheered on, and loved unconditionally from afar because it was all that you could do. You would be lying if you said that you did not imagine yourself being his girlfriend—going to every game, wearing his jersey, riding his motorcycle, going on dates, taking lots of photos and videos of him, hugging, and even kissing him—because you did, countless times. You would also be lying if you didn’t think that you could love him better than Haemin ever did.
They said love makes you do crazy things. You didn’t think that applied to you. You loved Jeon Jungkook, and you didn’t think that that love would fade anytime soon. So, even though you knew that this was pretend and paid, you said, “Okay. I’ll do it.”
After your orders arrived, the both of you continued your conversation.
“So, how will this work?” you asked, sipping your iced chocolate drink.
Jungkook put up a finger, chewing the cheeseburger he ordered, and afterwards, he replied, “We act like a couple. Go on dates, post them on social media, and all that.”
You were never someone who did things half-assed. If you were going to get paid to fake date someone, you might as well go all out. Also, perhaps, a part of you just wanted to make the most out of being Jeon Jungkook’s fake girlfriend.
“I don’t think that would be enough to make Haemin jealous. If you really want that, we should do the things you either only did with her or promised to do with her,” you pointed out.
Jungkook nodded. “I see. You got a point.”
“So, what are those things? The things you did for her and the things you promised to do with her?”
He inhaled deeply, scratching the side of his nose as he thought. “Well, I pick her up everyday. Take her out on picnic dates, study with her, and I go to her recitals.”
You nodded. “Okay. Then, you should pick me up everyday, take me out on picnic dates, study with me, and well, I don’t really do any recitals.”
“Alright. I’ll do that,” Jungkook grinned. “As for the things I promised to do with her—the first thing that popped in my mind was that I promised I’ll take her to my brother’s wedding.”
“We shouldn’t involve our families in this. Me being Taehyung’s cousin is complicated enough,” you remarked.
“Okay. How about this? We made plans to go out of town during winter break. Do you wanna do that?”
“Where?”
“My sister-in-law runs a small resort in Busan. It’s by the beach,”
You pressed your lips together, nodding. “Okay. That could work.”
“For my part, you have to go to my games. That’s pretty much all you have to do, and of course, the dates.”
“That’s already a given,” you told him. “I’m assigned to cover your games this season.”
“Right. You are the News editor of the Times. I’m honored,” Jungkook placed a hand on his chest, bowing his head at you.
You chuckled, shaking your head. “I have a question.”
“Go for it.”
“What will happen when Haemin gets jealous? Will we “break up” and the two of you will get back together?” you asked, cautiously, but also curiously.
“I have no plans of getting back together with her,” Jungkook answered. “But when she finally gets jealous and tells me about it, then revenge is served. I guess then we’ll break up. But don’t worry, I’ll pay you handsomely every time so you could move into that apartment of yours. It’s the least I could do after you agreed to do this with me.”
It shouldn’t have stung the way it did. After all, this was only paid and pretend, but it did.
“Alright,” you said. “We should shake hands on it.”
You extended your hand toward him and Jungkook sealed the deal with his firm handshake. “Starting today, you’re my girl, Y/N.”
You would be the first to admit that looking after Kim Taehyung was something you did out of debt of gratitude toward his parents. After your father passed away when you were only eleven years old, your mother couldn’t afford to send you to school, so his parents financed your education since then and until now that you were in college. You lived with Taehyung at the condominium they bought for him near the university and since you were on scholarship through your membership at the official student publication of Jamsil University, The Jamsil Times, they only paid for your miscellaneous fees every semester.
Because of these, you felt like Taehyung was your responsibility. You had to take care of him, look after him, tutor him, make sure he did all his school work, attend his classes, and be there every time he asked you to. It felt like when it came to him and his parents, you couldn’t say no because if you did, you could easily lose your housing and education.
It didn’t help that Taehyung seemed to attract trouble wherever he was. He even gained a nickname for it in high school which followed him in college, “Trouble Taehyung.” You couldn’t remember the times you apologized on his behalf, woke up in the middle of the night from a call from one of his so-called friends asking if you could pick him up as he was drunk and bruised, and ensured none of his troubles reached his parents.
Tonight was no different.
You woke up from the sound of your phone vibrating against your desk. You didn’t realize that you had fallen asleep, studying for your upcoming midterms exam, and when you woke up, you could feel the soreness of your neck and lower back. With one eye open, your vision adjusted to the bright light coming from your phone, and saw Park Jimin’s name flashing on your screen. Immediately, you knew why he was calling you. There could only be one reason: Kim Taehyung.
“Hello?” your voice was hoarse, groggy from your slumber.
“Y/N? I’m sorry I woke you up, didn’t I? It’s—,”
“Taehyung, I know. What happened this time?” you sighed deeply, rubbing your face with your free hand. “Where are you guys?”
“He got into an argument with this guy, and well, it led to a fight. He’s bruised, bleeding, but he refuses to go to a hospital, but—,”
“Hey! Is that Y/N? I told you not to call her, Park Jimin!” you could hear Taehyung’s voice in the background which made you sigh once more. Moments later, it was Taehyung who was on the call with you. “Y/N, sorry. Don’t worry about me. I’m fine. Jimin’s just a worry wart.”
“Taehyung,” you were tired and it was evident in your tone. “Go to the hospital if you’re bleeding. It might get infected.”
“I can’t,” he replied. “Mom is going to find out. It’s a small world, you know that,” his tone was low, cautious, as though he did not want anyone else hearing him. “I’m fine. I’ll put on some ointment and band-aid and I’m good.”
You wished you didn’t give a shit about him. But you did. Whether it was out of debt of gratitude or not, you wouldn’t be able to sleep if you didn’t help him. Perhaps, you had gotten so used to it that it had become a part of you already, like a hobby, like a memory.
“Where are you, Taehyung?”
“Y/N, seriously, I’m—,”
“Taehyung, just tell me where you are,” your patience was wearing thin and Taehyung knew that.
“We’re at Jungkook’s apartment,” he muttered.
Even the mention of his name was enough for the butterflies in your stomach to go crazy. Even by just hearing his name, your irritation seemed to slowly fade away.
“Okay. I’ll be there in a while. I’m gonna use your car, okay?”
“Okay. Y/N, I’m sorry,” Taehyung apologized and you could hear his sincerity.
“Don’t be,” you told him as you stood up from your chair. “See you. I’ll hang up now.”
Just how deep does blood run?
You were at Jungkook’s apartment minutes later, thanks to no traffic and him only living fifteen minutes from Taehyung’s condominium. When you rang the bell to his unit, you already expected that he would be the one to answer the door. You just didn’t expect that he would be wearing gray sweatpants and a white loose muscle tee showing off his toned tattooed arm. Seeing him in that light, you couldn’t help but feel more attracted to him. Jungkook was truly a sight to see.
“Hey,” he greeted you with a smile. “Come inside.”
“Thanks,” you told him, entering his apartment. It was simple, neat, and smelled of vanilla. You took off your shoes by the doorway, placing a hand on the wall beside you. “Where’s Taehyung?”
“Kitchen,” he replied behind you. “Y/N,” his hot breath fanned over your exposed neck, making you shiver. “I’ll linger around you, alright? That way, they could get a hint that something’s going on with us. Is that okay?” he whispered.
His low tone was simply mesmerizing. “Okay,” you breathed out. Thank god you had your hand on that wall otherwise you would have literally fallen.
“Okay,” he chuckled, and led the way to the kitchen.
“Y/N!” Taehyung exclaimed when he saw you. He was sitting on one of the stools in the kitchen island while Jimin looked through the refrigerator.
You gave him a tight-lipped smile and made your way toward him, placing the plastic bag you hand in your hand on the counter beside you. Taehyung jumped off the stool he was sitting on, instantly giving you a squeezing hug. He was always an affectionate boy growing up. You weren’t so you found it uncomfortable at first. But the more Taehyung did it, you got used to it.
“Let me see your bruise,” you guided him back to the stool, and began taking out the first aid you bought along the way. The bruise wasn’t as serious as you thought it would be. You were expecting that he would have a black eye, a deep cut that would need stitches, but it was manageable by you. Jimin was overreacting, you concluded. “What happened? How did you get this?”
As you began to clean the cut on Taehyung’s cheek, Jimin sat down across from your cousin while Jungkook made his way near you.
“One minute I was dancing next to some girl, the next, her boyfriend landed a punch on my face. I didn’t know she had a boyfriend—she told me she was single,” Taehyung explained.
“Didn’t know my ass,” Jimin scoffed. “Everyone knows Heejin is with Taemin. Everyone also knows that Taemin’s a crazy jealous bastard. You were just looking for trouble, as always.”
“I was not,” your cousin retorted, throwing the medical tape you bought at his friend.
You clicked your tongue in annoyance. “Stop it, you two,” you hissed, pressing the cotton ball a bit harder against Taehyung’s bruise. He winced. “Is that true?” you asked him.
Taehyung didn’t answer. You sighed.
“You knew it was wrong, and yet, you did it anyway knowing it’ll just get you in trouble,” you muttered. “Why did you do it?”
Taehyung sighed deeply. “Because Taemin’s a piece of shit.”
“You’re also a piece of shit,” Jimin snorted. “Both of you are the biggest pieces of shit at Jamsil.”
“Do you wanna get punched?”
“Let’s go right now,”
“Hey, stop it. You’re so fucking loud,” Jungkook reprimands the two bickering men. “You already woke me up from my sleep by going here. Don’t wake up the entire fucking building.”
Moments later, you finished tending to Taehyung’s cut. “All done. Come on, let’s go home.”
Taehyun didn’t protest. You began to clean up your mess, placing everything back into the plastic bag. Silence filled Jungkook’s kitchen. The three of you weren’t close so there were no conversations where all of you could participate.
“Let’s go,” you bowed your head at Jimin as a farewell which he returned. Then, your eye caught Jungkook’s gaze. You weren’t sure what to do. Fortunately, Jungkook was quick-witted.
“I’ll walk you guys out,” he said coolly, pushing himself off of the sink he was leaning against.
“No need. Just go back to sleep. Thanks for letting us in,” Taehyung shook his head, patting his best friend’s shoulder as he passed by him.
“I insist,” Jungkook responded.
“Can I stay here tonight?” Jimin asked Jungkook as he made his way out of the kitchen.
“Yeah sure,”
You followed Jungkook and Taehyung out of the former’s apartment. As you and your cousin slipped on your shoes, Jungkook waited outside his apartment.
“Are you mad at me?” Taehyung asked, meeting your gaze. “I’m sorry, Y/N.”
“I’m not mad at you,” you assured him. “But you have to stop involving and getting yourself into trouble, Tae. Sooner or later, you’ll end up getting really hurt.”
“I will, I promise,” he smiled at you and you nodded, exiting the apartment.
The three of you walked down the hallway; the two boys walking on your sides. You weren’t sure if Jungkook was consciously doing it, but it was making your heart pound. Whenever your fingers brushed against his, there was an electric shock that flew through your body. And as you reached the end of the hallway and in front of the elevator, and when the doors opened, Jungkook placed his hand at your lower back, gesturing you to enter the lift first.
You looked at him, and there was a knowing smile plastered on his face that made you blush. “After you,” he said.
You were fucking lovestruck.
Championships cast a spell in your school. Jamsil University’s premier sport was basketball and with an all-star lineup this year—it was not even up for discussion that your university would be one of the teams playing out to become this year’s champions.
To say the least, sports were not your thing. While you understood the basics, it wasn’t something you were interested in. Your father had enrolled you in a tennis class once but after witnessing how, simply out, awful you are at the sports, he dropped the ‘I want my daughter to be athletic’ narrative he was going for. That being said, you rarely attended any of the games Jamsil athletes participated in. But seeing as you were assigned to cover the basketball games this season, you had no other choice. Besides, your “boyfriend” was playing.
That’s how you found yourself at the gym of Jamsil, stressed as you took pictures and typed down the game on your phone. Frustrated, you sat on the bench behind you as the bell rang, signaling the end of the first half. As you read the draft on your notepad, you shook your head at the numerous times you used the word ‘tackle’—in your defense, it was all that you could see during the game. It was a particularly brutal game which made you wonder, was the game something more personal for the players? You only heard rumors, after all.
With a sigh, you made a mental note to fix the notes once you’re home. Standing up, you placed the phone inside your jeans’ back pocket and readied the Times’ camera to capture the ‘Half-time huddle’ that Bang Chan, the Sports Editor, had specifically asked you to take. As you made your way towards the basketball team, you took some shots of the audience as well as the Jamsil’s Cheerleading Team performing in the middle of the court. The blaring music and loud cheers from both schools as the cheerleaders performed filled the entire gymnasium, unconsciously making you smile. It was not everyday that you saw some sort of unity at your uni.
You focused your camera on the huddled team of Jamsil but dissatisfied, you tried another angle. Bang Chan’s words play in your mind: “The half-time huddle is one of the most important shots during these games, Y/N. The play they’re setting up will either make them or break them. Make sure you capture it.”
Then, the idea hit you. You hurriedly made your way on the other side of the team, hearing Coach Song’s booming voice telling his players the game even with all the screaming and cheers. You moved the towels and water bottles on the bench aside, then you stepped on it and placed the camera above the huddled team. Smiling, you knew you found the perfect angle. Making sure that the camera was focused, you inhaled deeply and as you were about to click the shutter button—a face turned to face the lens and a gasp escaped your lips, shocked and you felt yourself losing balance. Bracing for impact, you clutched the camera tightly against your chest and closed your eyes with one thing in mind: If this breaks, I am so screwed.
It felt like eternity as you waited for the impact. Opening your eyes, you see a pair of round brown eyes, staring at you in concern, eyebrows furrowed. Your breath hitched in your throat as realization hit you. Around your waist, you felt strong arms supporting you; hot breath fanned your face and you felt something liquid dripping on your forehead.
“Y/N, are you okay?” When he spoke, you immediately snapped back to reality and you wriggled yourself out of his grip—flustered and ground-swallow-me-up embarrassed. Your cheeks were burning as you collected yourself. “Y/N?”
It was as if the entire gymnasium had their focus on you and Jungkook.
“Jeon, what the fuck, get back here,” Coach Song hissed.
Fuck me, you thought as you cleared your throat. “Thanks,” you whispered to him.
Jungkook smiled—the boyishly charming smile that made you fall in love with him all those years ago. Then, he did something that made you fall in love with him all over again.
“Wish me luck, babe,” Jungkook said before wrapping his tattooed arm around your waist and placing a kiss on your cheek. “The game’s on, Y/N. No turning back now.”
You wished this was real. His kiss was real. But even if it wasn’t, indeed, there was no turning back now. The game had begun.
↳ author’s note: once again, thank you to everyone to who has liked, reblogged, and followed me to join the ride which is burnout. i forgot to add in the preview that this is going to be a slow burn yandere (the best kind of yandere in my humble opinion). feedbacks are highly appreciated! thank you <3
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So there has been a bit of “what if humans were the weird ones?” going around tumblr at the moment and Earth Day got me thinking. Earth is a wonky place, the axis tilts, the orbit wobbles, and the ground spews molten rock for goodness sakes. What if what makes humans weird is just our capacity to survive? What if all the other life bearing planets are these mild, Mediterranean climates with no seasons, no tectonic plates, and no intense weather?
What if several species (including humans) land on a world and the humans are all “SCORE! Earth like world! Let’s get exploring before we get out competed!” And the planet starts offing the other aliens right and left, electric storms, hypothermia, tornadoes and the humans are just … there… counting seconds between flashes, having snowball fights, and just surviving.
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LIGHTTALE- Prolouge: Page 1
"when a Life ends in the DARK, a new one will begin in the LIGHT"
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The entity's name IS...I have no idea :D
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LIGHTTALE- Prolouge: Part 3
So much for peace i guess
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LIGHTTALE- Prologue: Part 4
And the heroes.... don't have names either :D
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LIGHTTALE- Prolouge: Part 5
"When 7 SOULS will unite as one, one will recive the powers of a god"
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LIGHTTALE- Prolouge: Part 6
"4 heros united, Shall the DARKNESS be gone, and the true light will be awakened"
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LIGHTTALE- Prolouge: Part 7
Let the story......Begin.
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