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Go and support my dearest Mindy 🥰 her fics are AMAZING 🤌🤌🤌

In Real Life • teaser

-> Being transported into a fanfic is not exactly Jimin's ideal type of weekend, especially not right after you rejected his attempt to ask you out. Now the two of you will have to help the author write a happy ending if you ever wanna make it back to real life. Can he write a happy ending with you too?

Main pairing: gamer boy!jimin x fem!creative writing major!reader

Genre/au: trapped in a fanfic!au, enemies to friends to lovers, low-key love triangle, sports!au (archery), college!au, a good amount of fluff, a poor attempt at humor, some angst, inspired by Teen Beach Movie and Extraordinary You

Warnings: breaking the fourth wall sorta / pov changes, embarrassing moments, kissing, Jimin being a sweetheart bc I can't write him any other way. warnings to be added as I finish the fic.

Teaser wc: 851

Total wc: 15K+ (there is no release date at this time)

Disclaimer: this is not meant to represent all fanfiction and I'm not implying that all fanfic writers or readers only engage in fanfiction to escape reality. it's just for the sake of the story.

💿 the author - Luz :: more of you - JP Saxe :: main character - Zach Hood

a/n: I've wanted to do something like this for a while so I hope it works ☺️ just a heads up that the "author" is a character in the story. I hope it's not confusing lol. Feedback is appreciated!

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"Yep." With a sigh and a nod, you face Jimin and speak directly to him, arms crossed and hip popped out in disappointment. "The author led us to the right girl. She's the reader insert, alright."

Your Name occupies herself, amazed by her own hands and interlocking her fingers with a wishful sigh. She's been written to fall in love with the man of her dreams, to discover angsty heartbreak and become the apple of her lover's eye. When she's not doing anything directly related to that purpose, she's just an empty shell of a character, a copycat filling space and time until her next scene.

"She's dumb as a sack of rocks."

"No one is reading the story right now, remember? The author is still writing it. Your Name is an empty character," you explain, scanning her perfect figure up and down with a jealous click of your tongue.

"So, if someone reads the story…"

"Then part of that person's character is reflected in Your Name. It's what makes fanfiction fun to read. You get to put yourself in the story."

Okay, maybe Jimin sees the attractiveness in that. It's an escape just like video games, except more lame and pitiful.

Your Name has yet to do or say anything else. She just sways with her hands folded against her chest, mind empty, no thoughts, unable to leave or initiate anything without the author's guidance or some other trigger.

"Why would anyone want to be her?"

The doors to the cafeteria burst open, immediately stealing everyone's attention. The whole building pauses in place, heads turning in slow-mo to see what the big commotion is about, choirs of gasps and the sound of panties dropping to the ground left and right.

In walks sex on legs, dark hair fluffy with a gloved hand brushing through thick bangs, skin tight jeans and a leather bracer around his wrist. He pretends to pull an arrow from the empty quiver on his hip, shooting it and a charming wink in the direction of a cafeteria worker, chuckling when they faint against the wall with a hand over their heart.

There's only one person who could have that kind of effect simply by walking into the room.

"That's why," you reply, hypnotized eyes following his every move through the line to get lunch. "The main male lead."

"So, it's all about the guy, huh?"

"Obviously. It is a Jungkook fanfic, so yeah."

Jimin gawks. "Wait, that's supposed to be Jeon Jungkook? You mean the singer slash actor in real life?"

"Yep," you sigh in content. Even if this is a fanfic, you're in the same room as the Jungkook and you'll never forget this day.

"That dude doesn't know archery," Jimin pouts.

"It's a fanfic, so he does in this story, okay? Shut up."

Jimin just rolls his eyes, too proud to admit the way you're staring at that fanfic character makes his blood boil something awful. But you're not the only one entranced.

Your Name hasn't been able to blink since Jungkook walked in, hands folded shyly at her chest and lips slightly parted. She holds her breath as he struts in her direction, whipping his hair out of his eyes only for it to gracefully fall over his forehead again.

Jungkook passes by with his lunch, but he doesn't even give Your Name a glance, not even the barest of recognitions. She opens her mouth as if she wants to say something, but no sound comes out. Just a defeated sigh when Jungkook sits down at a table with a bunch of other students and not her.

She pulls her bag further up her shoulder, putting her head down and walking out of the cafeteria as unnoticeably as possible. Jimin watches her, a surprising sense of sympathy for her despite reminding himself she's a fictional character.

You lift a finger to your temple, leaning into Jimin's side as you both watch the scene play out. "I understand."

"What? What just happened?"

"We have to get Jungkook together with Your Name. She's the shy, unnoticed school girl and he's the popular, sporty hunk with a heart of gold."

"Oh come on, that's the worst trope ever." He rolls his eyes in Jungkook's direction. "Heart of gold my ass. He just walked right passed Your Name and didn't even flinch."

"Like you would know anything about fanfic tropes."

"Video games have tropes too, you know."

You roll your lips tight when he sticks his tongue out at you, trying not to smile at how cute he was just now.

"Like what?"

Jimin begins counting on his fingers. "I could name five off the top of my head."

"Are any of them the shy school girl and popular sports star?"

"No."

"Then you can reference video games again when they can actually help us," you say, looking back at Jungkook's table. "For how, we need to figure out a way to get those two together so we can end the fic and get out of here. Any ideas?"

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💌 just wanna tell my fellow writers…

so, lately i’ve been seeing a lot of discouraged writers on my dash. it might be because tumblr has gotten a lot quieter and feedback lessened, but i see a lot of my friends or writer moots express how they’ve lost their motivation to write, or how they’ve been overthinking and disliking their work a lot. some compare themselves to other writers, some feel like their skills deteriorated.

i think, for a time i felt the same. i’d wondered if my writing got worse or wondered why i couldn’t be as creative as other writers anymore. would now and then compare myself to others, which i didn’t do before i went on hiatus. but now i’m kinda asking myself why the hell i’d put myself down like that, because i have my own style of writing and it must be somewhat decent if people still put up with me, right?

lol, like what i want to say is, everyone has their own style and method of writing – the fact that tumblr has become a ghost town doesn’t determine the quality of your works; it just means people are busy and/or prioritising something else. and i promise you that despite that, a lot of your readers are still here and enjoy your said style (even if silently).

and about the comparing bit – you’re not a bad writer, and just because someone else writes something amazing, it doesn’t mean you’re not just as good of a writer, or that your readers love you any less. they’ll appreciate someone for their writing style, and you for yours; you’ll always be good enough, no matter how many followers you have, how many notes your posts get, or how many asks you receive (or anyone else, for that matter).

you’re a talented bean, so let’s turn this wip that’s been giving you trouble into something wonderful 🤍

#this!!#us writers all have our ups and downs #please remember this whenever youre feeling down #please continue supporting me #reblog please #comment please

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The death of peace of mind

~ a Kim Taehyung fanfiction

Drabble/one shot set in the very far FUTURE

Warnings: cursing, jealousy, infidelity (just the accusation), misunderstanding, fighting (verbal), angsty? but with a happy ending, of course!

I'm terribly late but life has been so hectic so yeah…😅 happy new year!

There is a saying that people who resemble each other will always gather. As such, if you want to be smart, you hang out with smart people, for example.

___ is not that sure how much this is supposed to apply to her and Taehyung’s relationship. After being childhood friends, both with failed relationships in the background and a whole other level of mess and drama between them, finally being together was surely relieving.

The thing about dating your bestfriend is that the trust is already here. As a consequence, the insecurities are not resurfacing as much, the confidence is definetly higher, not to even mention the comfort and coziness already being here. You know each other already pretty much and are merely exploring even more parts of the other.

Things are simpler, especially when you know for most part each other’s group of friends, the important people, even if you don’t necessarily interact. You’ve heard of them or have seen them once or twice. Even more simple when jealousy is a strange feeling you haven’t experienced it beforehand. The absolute trust already being here definitely helps in this domain too.

Just already knowing each other, what you like and dislike, already having a functioning system and being used to the other are big bonuses. Conversations carried much easier, the way eyes speak to each other, hidden gestures you already know how to decodify.

So why was Taehyung’s amazing, beautiful, stubborn girlfriend and best friend ignoring him and basically giving him the cold shoulder for the past three days?

At first, he thought it was just a momentum of being overwhelmed or needing alone time. She tends to have those days when nobody on this planet could reach her and they better not even try. Those days of recharging mostly alone with music or simply reading a book.

Then, the second day followed and naturally, he started thinking if something was wrong. Maybe he forgot something, even if it wasn’t that probable as he was the better one with dates between the two of them. Did she have an activity he forgot to be there for? No, that was two weeks ago. Any big projects she was stressing over? No, her last one was last week. Her birthday passed and everything was fine, they gone out with friends, kissed under the stars and everything it should be. Maybe one of her friends was in a not so good place and she was supporting them. Busy with being there for said friend. After all, Isia could be very dramatic in her crisis problems with Jimin, which she still swears she isn’t in a relationship with, even as everyone knows they’re exclusive.

When the third day rolled around and she was driven home by one of her classmates, he was already done trying to find an explanation and decided to talk it out, to discover what happened, simply missing his girlfriend and the way they would cuddle and her soft lips he wanted so much to kiss.

Lucky or not, she was in the kitchen, in her cute dress that reached her knees and had Christmas themed drawings on it, the birthday gift he got her. Which he took as a good sign, his heart calming a bit. It must mean she truly was busy and everything was okay.

So he wrapped his arms around her, letting his chin on her shoulder as she was peeling an apple on the counter.

“Need help with that?” he mumbled, just wanting to soak her warmth and presence back into his arms.

“No, I can do it myself”

Cold. Her tone was cold, her words punctuated. So things were not good.

“Baby?” the word came out soft, questioning. As he got no reaction from her, he tried again, the tip of his nose gently nuzzling her cheek. “Babyyy~”, he tried again, a bit of a whine coming out, being rewarded with a mere huff. “C’mon, baby, look at me”

With his fingers grasping tenderly at hers, he twirled her, her eyes now meeting his, a frown making lines appear between her eyebrows. Definitely not what he expected, but one of the best things about dating your bestfriend is knowing already she won’t be able to keep her mouth shut if bugged a bit. She’ll spill what’s on her mind and he knows really well she’s incapable of keeping her mouth shut once she starts. Not the type to be able to avoid the talk much either and their gazes meeting surely lead to whatever the reason behind her huffy behavior being exposed.

“No ‘baby’” it was just the start, but it was clear whatever had managed to get on her nerves was truly upsetting.

“Why not?” a pout blossomed onto his lips. After all, she usually loved the little nicknames he gave her.

Apparently, it wasn’t the right thing to say.

“Why not?” her eyebrow arched in disbelief and in this moment, confusion entirely took over his features.

What on Earth happened?

“For starters, Kim Taehyung”, shit, his whole name, that wasn’t ever a good thing. The way her pointer finger slightly nudged his chest was underlying that even more. “Care to explain who was in your car three days ago?”

In his car? What is that even about? Was she referring to Jimin? To Isia? Three days ago he literally drove Minhee, his little sister, to school.

“___, dear, I truly don’t know what you’re referring to”

He was honest about it. Yet, his honest response seemed to not satisfy his weirdly acting girlfriend and childhood friend. The way she acted was, in the very first place, unlike her. She wasn’t the one much for questioning, not like they had to question each other considering how they both had the tendency to just say whatever they felt like, which many times includes stories of what they did during that day or during the week if the time-pressured them so much that none of them had the time or felt like talking about it.

Judging by the way her pretty eyes darkened, the tiny sparkles he loved so much now gone, something he did truly upset her. As if disappointment was under all of that sudden anger, as if something was so terribly wrong her heart ached and broke.

Something he cannot even find.

With another huff, she came closer, arms crossing at her chest, and involuntary, he remembered the way she had at some point told him that very position told of a closed of body, of protection, of not letting anything from outside get in, intrude.

Her courses had somehow made their way into his mind too.

Otherwise, he would have taken the closeness with hope, with the need to wrap his arms around her tiny body compared to his, to finally feel her sweet lips again after such a long time – three days without the taste of her lips had been living hell. Yet, those very words she had told him and learned from University echoed in his mind as if to warn him.

She was cornering him without any physical corner or restriction, in all honesty.

Not like he would have expected otherwise. If he is to be honest, he liked it, just the same way he found it annoying many times. They didn’t have arguments often, well, not anymore since they finally resolved all of the mess between them, but they were never pretty, that is for sure. Neither of them knew when to stop, after all, and while they received it differently, responded differently, they were also terribly similar. At the end of the day, both ended hurt and nothing was solved, in all honesty, so arguments were merely matching scream fights that hurt like a bitch.

Taehyung didn’t intend on stepping back. He wasn’t trying to respond either, rather refusing to move, trying to analyze his girlfriend, maybe somehow he’ll discover the problem. Will know at least what to approach.

“I found you with her in bed…well, it was a car, but Kim Taehyung, you’re done!” the small, pretty, idiot of a girlfriend he’d gladly spend all of his life with punctuated each word harshly.

Inevitably, his eyebrows raised in surprise, then furrowed, lips smacking each other, then his tongue clicking. What the hell was she talking about? He’d never cheat on her, she, out of everyone, should know that the best. Not as his girlfriend, but as his literal childhood friend, someone who knows him better than probably even his own mother knows him!

He truly wanted to say something. Wanted to defend himself, to tell her how much of a goddamn idiot she is for thinking even for just one moment of such a thing. Yet, instead, he crossed his own arms at his chest, chin lifting a bit, instead of the warm and quite obvious bend down caused by their height difference, his eyes sharpening too.

Annoyed. He felt it going through every single muscle in his body, forcing him to tense, to straighten his back, pull back his shoulders.

How could she be so ridiculous?

“With your pretty little car in the goddamn parking lot of the University” she continues, and if it was anyone else but her, he’d surely have snapped until now.

After all, who enjoyed being accused of something they know very well they didn’t?

Somehow, the description did arise a memory within him. Three days ago, in the parking lot of the University, in his car. Oh!

The recognizing glint in his eyes made her hiss, as if both in pain and thinking of ways she could strangle him, like a snake.

He tried to open his mouth, explain the situation, now finally understanding what exactly was happening and from where she came. Of course, she just had to beat him to it.

“You’re gonna excuse yourself and fall in the trap, huh? Of fucking course. Typical male behavior”

Ouch. This one hurt. So bad it made him flinch. After all, it was one hell of an insult coming from her.

“My car is literally full of your things, ____” he tried to reason with her slowly, even as his heart was crumbled up like a mere piece of paper. “Your backpack is on the passenger chair. Your lipstick is under the arm rest. Your perfume is in the space of the door”

Her things were literally everywhere in his car. Even the light he’s connected through USB is purple, their color. It holds one of the ripped bracelets made by, guess who? Her!

“Her obviously knowing is not giving you any excuse. You are my boyfriend. I have expectations from you, not some strange girl—”

“I was literally teaching her how to drive!” he couldn’t help but throw his hands in the air, frustrated, voice raising in volume.

“’Teaching her how to drive’, huh?” she mocked him and for a moment he could swear he felt his eye twitching and one of his veins protruding. “’Hey, how’s with the gearshift? You know how to pull it'?!” her voice raised too.

Okay, maybe he fucked up. Because just now did he realize how bad that looks, freezing up.

“Your fuckin hand was over hers!” it wasn’t often that he felt like he lost a fight. Not many he saw her point so clearly.

Now he did. He’d be angry too.

“My things in your goddamn car, huh? Yet, it didn’t stop any of you when she bended down! It sure as hell didn’t remind you you have a goddamn girlfriend!”

Not the way it happened, but it had, probably, looked very questionable.

In the middle of all that storm, somehow, his heart started tingling because of a new discovery that had somehow given him a bit too much pleasure.

“You’re jealous” he couldn’t help but let the words out. That was something he didn’t expect.

It was so brusque, the changing, that even she stopped for a moment, stunned.

“From everything, this is what you focus on?!”

“You’re jealous, ____” he couldn’t help but sing song, somehow feeling so warm over it.

She’s never been jealous before. It was something he even thought of being impossible. Something she herself has said she’s incapable of feeling.

“Baby~” he bended a bit, just to be a little closer to her, barely capable of surpressing his grin.

“Go back to your goddamn—”

Luckily, he cupped her face before she could continue, making her stop. Or, well, move her attention from the colorful language she was about to use on a girl with no fault.

“Would you listen to me, little gremlin?” he pressed her cheeks together, making her sweet lips pop out more, her expression so adorable he truly couldn’t even be mad at her.

Her eyebrows furrowed, but surprisingly or not, she did remain silent. It was so obvious she was biting her tongue, but he could work with that.

“She’s a classmate. Her name is Seungha. I was truly just teaching her how to drive. She bended down because your lipstick fell and she was curious. I guess it quite looked like shit but I would never do that. So stop questioning my loyalty out of everything for you, you little shit” one of his long fingers snapped over her forehead. Delicately, of course.

Don’t listen to her dramatic hiss.

“I’m not forgiving you” she clicked her tongue.

Which made Taehyung arch one of his eyebrows. It was an misunderstanding, why was she being difficult over it? He truly did nothing!

“If it was me in your place, you would feel just as shitty, Mr. ‘Don’t wear someone else’s jacket’. Which, by the way, is way less fuckin incriminating, asshole”

Right under the belt. He forgot how cruel she can be in arguments. Forgot how she’ll somehow know exactly what to say in order to make him lose his smile.

Slap

He jumped and looked at her, scandalized, as she just slapped his ass. She just—

“Say whatever you want, but we both know I was rightfully mad. Not jealous. Continue dreaming on”

She lied. She was jealous. Of course she was. But would she ever admit it and let him have the goddamn satisfaction of it? Nope.

And as any happy ending and ridiculous couple fighting, just a few minutes later they were already cuddling on the bed, his body squishing hers down and lips already dancing together.

How could one resist their very soul in another body?

@pamzn @parkdatjimin 🥰🥰🥰

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Hello please reblog this if you’re okay with people sending you random asks to get to know you better

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The death of peace of mind

~ a Kim Taehyung fanfiction

Warnings: Balkan!oc, some cursing, aggressive behavior (more like urges, she truly wanna fight someone), sad™️, the drama starts little by little, some past refered and quite vague angst?

Chapter 4: ★ Didn't he bleed enough already?★

There are pains that are inevitable in life. I understand that. I understand that some types of pains are unavoidable, like losing a loved one who’s much older than you. There are events that cannot be avoided and contexts that cannot be avoided no matter how much one tries to fight against fate itself.

This doesn’t mean it hurts less. It doesn’t mean I wouldn’t raise hell upon the ones who dared to hurt him and it definitely doesn’t tame the rage I feel within every time his dark brown eyes, as sweet as hot chocolate during the harshest of winters and just as warm, fill with tears.

It’s just something regarding the way I can literally see his soul cracking and breaking without anything able to stop it that ticks me the wrong way. Something in the way I simply know a broken heart is just like a plate: you could apologize to it a hundred times, pierce it back together and put thick glue, but it’ll never be the same as before. Maybe selfishly I wish to make art out of his pieces, forge them together with gold, just like the Japanese art I have seen so many times being displayed in my middle school years. No gold would ever be as precious as the one his heart is already made of, though. Besides, a soul is not just an object you can repair like that.

I have seen the pain in those very same eyes countless times. I have seen it when we were ten and he called me on face time with the ugliest of snout running down his pretty features as he sobbed his heart out when his grandma died and how it had shaken him whole to lose her. I knew how close he was to her and how much she mattered to him, how she was the one raising him mostly until he entered school. I, myself, did not share the feeling, as his grandma wasn’t much of a presence in my life and I didn’t interact much with her even while we were on her land, running and picking up strawberries during summer breaks. I haven’t formed any attachment with her to be affected by such news. Seeing him with his huge eyes and so broken, unable to hug him and comfort him in the only ways I knew and still know as I am not a person good at comforting others by words, it made me cry too along with him.

Some would call it empathy, someone crying because they see their childhood best friend crying. Wrong. Empathy feels like a too gracious and generous term to use for the reason my heart breaks when I see him crying, for the reasons behind my flaming anger when his gentle eyes fill up with tears. I call it selfishness and I am one selfish motherfucker.

Nobody is allowed to hurt him, from my perspective. I’d find them and hunt them down if I could, even if that means I’ll have to march with death itself. Sadly, I am just a human being and such things are impossible to do.

I just had to accept that some kinds of pain are unavoidable. Just like I had to learn harshly I can’t stop some things from happening, that want it or not, some experiences will be rendered silent not just because I am the one going through them and I entirely refuse to talk about them and the ways they affected me, Some things he will be the one to go through and hide forever, deep into his bleeding heart, so deep not even I will be able to reach them.

When I was little, I used to ache for what he had, in all honesty. I was just four when I had met his little sister, Minhee, after all. I was just four and in my mind he was lucky, having everything.

All I ever had had been my mom. We were alone, with nobody to support us in any meaning. But Taehyung? He had everything. He had not just a mother but a father too, one who loved him dearly. He had a sister, a bundle of joy we would later chase around - or, rather, she would struggle to keep up with our running around when she barely learnt to walk. He had grandparents and cousins and everything I didn’t have - uncles and aunts he was close with.

In my mind, he had everything, while all I had was my mom.

I ached for a family like his. I ached for siblings to mess around with and I ached for an actual dad who would love me the way Taehyung’s dad loved him and Minhee. I ached to be loved like that, to have someone to call dad, ached to be loved by both parents. Even as mom loved me endlessly, even as she took the hardship of raising me alone against my father’s wish, I ached for one. I ached for it so badly, especially when Tae’s dad would chase us around and raise him on his shoulders, when he would be such a soft presence, when he would be the one to be on our side when we caused trouble. I ached for such warmth, for someone who would cover my little slips in front of mama too. Someone whom I could tell I loved toffee sweets with green apples and would get me a whole bag just because.

I never knew how it is to have a dad. Just like I never truly knew how it is to have siblings, be it younger or older. I simply didn’t know. How could I, after all?

Yet, Taehyung had shared his dad with me in a way. He didn’t have to, he wasn’t my father but his. Yet, he never got pissed when his dad played with me. Never became jealous when he would pick fruits for me or buy sweets for me. Never once made a comment about how I was all over his dad, trying to get his attention to fill a hole I didn’t even know at the time that existed. On the contrary, he would be the one to tell his dad to hold me on his shoulders. Would whisper too loudly about how I liked some type of sweets. Would somehow drag his attention to me, just because I needed it.

In a way, Taehuyng also treated me as if I were his younger sister. He’s always been so generous, in those small ways that matter the most. In the way he never minded if I wrapped the blanket all around myself and simply wiggled his way back beneath while hugging me. In the way he wiped my tears and never once laughed at me for them. In the way he would share anything and everything with me, things I knew very well were dear with him and would normally not let anyone touch. If he was given even a mere egg, he’d share it with me.

Just as any siblings would have, we also had our fights, even if we aren’t siblings by any meaning. We’d tickle fight, we’d yell at each other, become stubborn ad refuse to talk to each other for a few minutes that felt like eternity at the time.

Here for me. Always here for me when I needed it the most.

Where have I been? Where have I been when his grandmother died and all he needed was a hug? Where have I been when he was bullied during school? Where have I been when the very man I thought of as sweet and used to wish were my father had become a monster? Where have I been when everything went south for him?

It’s a cruel thought. The one that I wasn’t there, not properly, not in the way he needed me. It’s cruel to know he went through things I would probably never truly know, things he had told me nothing about. I merely woke up with his father gone and a new house he lived in, a new city, and a changed behavior.

Up to this day I still don’t truly know what happened. All I could get out of ma was that it got “ugly” and became “physical” at some point. All I know is that Taehyung avoids physical fights with all of his being. I can only assume what happened considering those pieces of information that I have, which are very limited as they are.

A subject that is closed as a silent, unspoken rule between everyone. One I cannot open nor get close to, touch by any means. They might be my family, by they’re also not, in a weird way. As much as I am part of their family, I am not family, I am not theirs. As such, I have no right to touch such a subject. Just like they can’t touch some subjects of my family.

Selfishly, sometimes I wonder which one is better: to have a dad and for him to fuck it up or to not have one at all?

It doesn’t change the way I feel, though. It doesn’t change the way rage takes over me, back to the present, as the past is merely a pretext by this point. It doesn’t change the way every part of me is trembling out of the rage filling me, a fire with flames raising so high they might as well be called hell, but I’d merely call rain. It doesn’t change the way my fists clench and it doesn’t change the absolutely destructive need I feel to have her goddamn blood soaking my hands as I absolutely obliterate her pretty, fake face. Not even Jimin himself would be able to rip me from that girl if I catch her.

I don’t have any wish of going back to police stations and neither do I have to cross on a bucket list being behind the bars but that doesn’t mean anyone should have the fucking audacity to make my best friend cry. She doesn’t deserve the way his eyes are just as wide and as full as the tears escaping them. Doesn’t deserve the redness and the heart-wrecking sobs. She doesn’t deserve the way his heart clenches and breaks under the heaviness of his own feelings caused by her and even less does she deserve to come out clean of this.

I want to chase her. To hunt her down and become her very nightmare, to entirely wip her existence and memory from his life.

I could deal with pain. I was very used to dealing with emotional pain, to facing everything on my own, to standing my ground, to not asking for help until I already shake and break under the heaviness of it all. Until it’s too much. But I’m not good, unlike him. I don’t have a golden heart and hope has long ago become mellow and selective within me, as did my kindness, slowly but surely killed by force. I learned my lessons in order to survive in this cruel world. I didn’t want to be a burden on someone else’s shoulders, I refused to remain helpless and to depend on Taehyung or Jimin for everything. I simply wanted to be able to do it on my own.

Yet, Taehyung is not like me. His pain didn’t turn him cruel and didn’t make him become cold, just more selective, more reserved in ways that might not be obvious to the eye. He’s definitely more approachable than me and Jimin out of the three of us and definitely the type to want to help the most without much of a reason or anything to gain back.

No matter how much both I and Jimin tried to protect his soul, it was bound for some changes to happen. Changes are not always bad. That doesn’t mean I’ll let this bitch be the reason behind it without any business to solve, dirtily. When someone messes with one of my friends, they mess with me and I take this shit very seriously.

I can hear more than I can see Taehyung trying to blow his red nose in a tissue, Jimin’s arms wrapped around his wide shoulders. Jimin somehow has this talent of making Taehyung look tiny in his arms, even when realistically speaking it shouldn’t even be possible with the way they are built, but logic has never worked when it came to Jimin’s abilities and talents.

Maybe it’s my fault too. My fault for the way I didn’t put much thought nor care into who is the girl dating Taehyung as long as he is happy, for as long as she makes him smile. I didn’t care as long as she was beneficial for him, as long as it was something healthy they could both grow from and as long as I saw his smile.

Even more so, normally I wouldn’t try to intervene in this situation either. The reason isn’t that I don’t care about my best friend or something, far from that. I would go to prison for him without as much as a thought. But relationships aren’t easy and I know first hand both how petty arguments can arise, which is perfectly normal considering two people will inevitably have their disagreements and different views on different things, along with the fact that Taehyung, as much as I love him with my whole heart, is both terribly dramatic and stubborn.

Really, arguments are perfectly normal in a healthy relationship. You grow from them and the bond gets stronger. Without arguments, there would be no growth, no challenge, no nothing.

This is neither just a mere petty argument nor Taehyung being simply his dramatic self. This is not even the first time he’s crying his eyes out because of her either.

“It’s just…”

I can see the way he’s trying so hard to repress his sniffles. How puffy his eyes are. How red they are. How this truly breaks his soul. How he’s searching desperately for answers and I truly wish I could take that pain away from him. Wish I could be the one to suffer instead of him. Because I can deal with it, because I’m used to it. Yet, I can’t. I can’t take his pain away, I don’t have the answers he needs and I don’t have any idea what to say or do to soothe him. Comforting people has never been my forte. Not because I don’t want to, but I simply don’t know how to. Maybe I never needed it or I simply learnt to never expect it. Learnt that crying over something won’t solve it as much as I wish it would. That I have to take the matter into my own hands, pull myself together and deal with it. A problem won’t solve itself and as much as I have people that love me, they have their own lives and their own problems. Maybe it’s also the way I was raised, my mom strong and a model of never giving up, never wavering.

Or I simply refuse to be a weakling and adhere to the ridiculous stereotypes women are associated with and refuse to fit, to be complacent to these boxes many girls of this country had simply accepted being fit into as to fit the wanting gaze of ridiculous boys who would boast about being men and irreplaceable. How ridiculous.

This is not about me, though. It’s about Taehyung. Taehyung and his hirredous taste in girls.

“Just?” Jimin’s voice is so soft, like a mere whisper that could be carried away by the tiniest pale of wind, encouraging.

That’s it. I’m going to fucking break. The way Taehyung struggles to draw in intakes of air, to breath properly, to calm down. I’m going to entirely break because of his red puffy eyes, because of his lips bitten raw to the point I can see wounds from ripped skin and blood that has come to the surface, from the way he holds onto Jimin so tightly, as if he’d break if they stopped hugging, as if Jimin and his hugs were the one keeping his pieces still glued together.

“I just don’t understand why. What I did wrong? I’m truly doing my best. Is…is my best not enough?” his lips trembled as he spoke, I could tell from the way his words sounded, his voice sounded. So doubtful, as if there was wrong with him, as if…

No. I can’t. I can’t let that happen, I can’t let him believe those things, I can’t.

“She’s been so cold lately, I just- I don’t know. I feel like sex is the only thing she keeps me for around anymore. I’ve tried dates, I tried texting her to go to her place or her to come to mine for a movie, I got some flowers, chocolate…I don’t know what to do anymore!”

The guilt, the frustration, the overthinking. It’s not that he was not trying or that he was suffocating. Last time was about the last one mentioned and I had agreed with the girl that maybe he was a it too much for her, maybe he ws too clingy, maybe she just needed a bit of space, of independence, of her life outside their relationship. Reminded him it was healthy to go out with other people like friends, reminded him their lives don’t mean just their relationship and that being in a relationship definitely doesn’t mean everything revolves around the other. That they don’t have to spend all of their free time together and have different hobbies and interests and circles of friends, which is totally fine. Many times it’s better to have different circles of friends than to have a big, common circle of them, because things tend to get weird, awkward.

I felt like my world was crashing up. I never wanted him to ever feel this way, to feel like he’s not enough, like whatever he does things just won’t add up. I wished he’d never experience such things, wished he would have a healthy and happy relationship. Have someone to slowly grow up into more mature people with, have his perfect big family I simply knew he’s always wished for. I simply wished him the best, for his golden heart to be cherished to the real value it truly holds.

How she dare? How she fucking dare treat him like this, how she fucking dare basically all but destroy him?

“____, no, shit, get BACK!”

It feels like it’s ringing in the distance, like I’m underwater and Jimin’s voice is distrosionated to the point I can barely even hear it. I surely choose to ignore it, not caring for the urgency in his voice, for the panic in it, for the way his feet basically all but thud as I simply get the keys to my bike, ready to directly go after that girl, to pay her right back, to show her the shit she does actually has fucking consequences. I won’t let anyone escape after they’ve hurt my friends.

“How she dare? How she fucking dare?!”

Even my voice sounds like it’s not mine, my steps loud and harsh. I don’t even reach the stars before his fingers grasp at my shoulder and he’s tugging to turn me around.

“You’re not going anywhere, stay here”

It doesn’t help. No, the violence my blood craves, the payback, the way my fists ache to brusque her, scare her to remind her of her goddamn place and how feelings are not just a mere play. I don’t care what she does with anyone else, I don’t care about her morals, her lack of interest or whatever. Nobody hurts my friends and comes out well of it, not if I can help it.

His grip is tight, firm, but my eyes anger is greater.

“I’m going and you can’t fucking stop me” I grit through my teeth, crossing my arms in front of my chest.

“You are not going, ____! Get that in your mind! That’s not what Taehyung needs right now!”

He’s not crowding me and yet he’s cornering me anyways. Staying close enough to not leave any opening for me to sleep yet not close enough to trigger a response from me. Because Jimin knows too well how fine the line is. Knows how my anger gets me, knows my technique, knows when to push and when to just let me be most of the time.

Because we’re friends and because, after all, he was the one who taught me how to actually fight, how to throw a punch.

“Then what am I even supposed to do Chim, huh?!” I can’t help but snap at him. “I’m not good at comforting people and I can’t just stay here and let her go on her merry way with her happy day when she literally-”

His fingers wrap around my wrists and stop me from my very expressive movements, simply holding them in place.

“Listen, I don’t like this either. If this helped with anything, I would have gladly ran after her with you myself. But it doesn’t solve anything, going after her. We both know all you need to do is just be here for Tae right now and nothing more. I’m angry too but again, this won’t help. So let the keys down and let’s go cuddle that idiot until he stops crying, okay?”

His voice was softer, more level headed even as frustrated puffs of air left him too, obviously trying to control it. He was better at it than me, than I could ever be, at controlling his anger.

The worst of them all is that he’s right. Even more, I could catch her later and give her a warning, scare her a bit to stay away and leave Tae alone. Yet, this moment I could never rewind, as frustrating as it is.

So I gave up, sighing and trying to take in deep breaths and swallow down the urge to have my bare hands smashing something, my fingers curling and relaxing repeatedly.

“Good. Come when you’re okay. Drink some water in the meantime. I’ll go back to him”

It’s truly annoying how good he is at that sometimes. At keeping me level headed, at forcing me to gather myself. It’s also very useful. To have someone who just understands when you need a rougher approach, to be shaken a bit.

The glass of water calms down my nerves a bit. It’s cold, satisfying. Sadly, it doesn’t wash away my guilt as I gulp it in the kitchen downstairs while Jimin is upstairs comforting Taehyung. Honestly, he’s a better friend than me sometimes, as much as it hurts. He’s simply good at reading people and understanding what they need. It leaves a bit of a sour taste in my mouth, to realize I fucked it up again in some way. To realize that yet again I simply couldn’t do the proper thing when Taehyung needed me the most.

With a heavy heart I leave the glass in the sink and simply go upstairs with dragged feet, hoping for the best. Later might be better than not at all.

Hewoo, darlings! So, a lot of things happened lately but hey the chapter is done! So, um, yeah

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I don't know how much OC will go past her "cruelty culture" as this is the way both her and her mother were raised — balkan culture consists of being quite critical and it's the type of growing that does take softness away. The constant "I have to do better" is deeply ingrained while also trusting very few (she can count them on her fingers, basically). Also, weaknesses being showed had been l "rewarded" with bullying. Asiatic systems are also quite ignorant to it (Japanese and Korean in her case). So she simply had to take the matter into her own hands.

Those three are little trouble makers in all honesty. Ma is exactly what she needed, reason for which she's actually close to her and is the first person besides Taehyung and Jimin she shares her problems with. But the relationship she has with ma is different from the relationship Tae has with her (and it will show later in different aspects).

Ma is clearly more permissive with her (understandably so considering that girl is already quite stubborn and the rebel as you have probably observed).

Jimin has his hardships too (I just generally hinted towards it) but he's a sweetheart.

Between the three of them, though, he's an absolute nerd, in case you were wondering, lol. He gets wild with those two (more like allows himself to be, but that's another story).

Fun fact (bcs I'm very excited and quite can't stop spilling things): OC, in the way I imagined her, is a Sagittarius. I think it kinda shows 🤣 oh, and she's easy to spot because of her features! She looks very different from the rest and not just because she's white (again, in the way I imagined her) 😅

More about Tae's hardships will follow. The drama will begin slow but sure.

The death of peace of mind

~a Kim Taehyung fanfiction

Chapter 3: ★ Please, dance with me in the dark ★

Contains: references to bullying, balkan!oc, violence (talk), a bit of angst because of intrusive thoughts?, general fluff, smoking and mentions of drinking

It would be peculiar for anyone who doesn’t know us, probably, this very moment happening right now. In truth, it’s just a typical, random day, with bursts of energy and simply good vibes.

I can feel the slight coldness of the wooden floor under my feet right through my socks and it’s comforting, sought even. It contrasts with the rising temperature of my body and the one of his.

“C’mon, don’t fall behind!” I can hear his soft whine, the slight stomp of his feet. I can even see the way his hair slightly bounces, left a bit longer now that we’re more or less officially students at the top University in South Korea, no teachers to scold us for supposedly improper style anymore.

He’s tugging my body, which results in quite the weird movements, and even if I don’t see my other, less cute, more annoying friend as mine and Taehyung’s ankles bump together slightly, I know Jimin is basically thrown all over the couch laughing his heart out. It’s impossible to not hear it.

“Stop laughing, you idiot!” I snap at Jimin, even going as far as to glare at him, but we all know it’s shallow and empty. “Get here instead of laughing at me. Dance with your soulmate!”

I almost tumble with the way Taehyung accidentally pulls me a bit too harshly with the way he bursts out laughing, and with a more or less fond sigh, I basically all but drop to the floor, relishing dramatically in the soothing coldness and a moment of relative peace, flaring my limbs just to end up looking like a starfish.

It’s incredibly normal for me and Taehyung to randomly start dancing and singing in the middle of the living room. Just as normal as it is for Jimin to randomly hang out at our home and just as normal as this fit of laughter.

When five people live together in a house, the idea of silence sounds weird and unusual, scary even. Not like I’d ever complain about such an aspect. On the contrary, the added patterns of feet and the curious eyes looking at us and trying so hard not to burst out laughing too will always make me terribly fond.

I know Minhee and Seojun are having fun right now watching the chaos our trio is. They always whisper between one another about how it’s fun to see us messing around. Minhee is fourteen, younger with four years than us, merely about to enter highschool, while Seojun is just ten, still a child, and with an intense pleasure of calling especially me embarrassing as if I wasn’t the one he came to when he didn’t know something but wouldn’t want to admit to neither member of his family with the excuse that ‘Taehyungie-hyung is too cool to make a fool of myself and Minhee is mean’, along with mom having his ass for being a liar.

Minhee, on the other side, is trying to at least hide sheepishly her chuckles behind her hands, unlike her loud and very expressive younger brother, closer and closer to me the more she grows. It makes sense, considering she’s just entered teenage hood and that no matter how close you are to your siblings, like she is with Tae, he’s still a man and of course she’s gonna be more comfortable talking with me rather than with him, whom she already complains about being too protective of her, which I honestly can’t disagree with, and as sweet as her mom is, it’s not that easy talking with your mom without being embarassed.

All I wish is that she won’t make the same mistakes I did during my teenage years. Thinking back to it and all of the mess, it could have been way worse, definitely, but that didn’t mean I was willing to let her be as stupid as I had been at the time. More so, Taehyung and Jimin were by my side and got me out of a lot of things I should have definitely not done but I did anyways no matter how much they bugged me. But her? I’m not sure if she has friends she can trust as much as I had and still do. It’s a scary thought, truly, the possibility of her being in danger and not saying absolutely anything regarding it, preferring to hide it. I’d much rather have her calling me at weird hours to pick her up from situatons and places she should definitely not be in than risk anything actually happening to her. I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself.

For Taehyung, she might still be a child, but I remember very well how much of a menace I used to be when I was her age. I’m not very sure if her poor mom would be able to get through all of this again in the first place. I’m still very surprised she hasn’t grown white hairs from how much trouble both me and Taehyung used to be.

Not like we aren’t trouble now too, far from that. The difference is that now we got a bit past the naivety of fourteen and are actual adults with drivers’ licence and everything, along with having to be responsible for our own doings. More specifically, we simply learnt to cheat the system and deal with stuff in ways that won’t constrict our freedom.

Jimin finally decided to spare me some mercy and raise his juicy ass from the sofa instead of letting me be the only one sweating - it’s already late summer and a ton of parties we’ve gone through, so my energy is inevitably quite drained.

Annoyingly, he’s also more gracious because of course he is with his contemporary dance and core strength. Also, they’re soulmates, like it or not, they’ll always fit like the pieces of a puzzle.

I raise myself from the ground I was just sprawled upon, moving with wide steps towards the kitchen, towards the counter, grabbing the ashtray and the pack of cigarettes along with a lighter, lighting up one of the cigarettes. Grabbing a high chair, I pull it better towards me and raise myself on it as to not stay on my feet while smoking and also to reach the wide opened window easier. Realistically speaking, the room will still stink a bit of the smoke as the kitchen was connected to the livingroom, but it’s summer and the breeze is good enough for all the windows to be wide open, along with the sliding door of the small balcony. The honks of the cars outside were loud, many people coming and going to other parts of South Korea. I knew very well Taehyung was not from Seoul but from somewhere close to Daegu. Jimin wasn’t raised in the capital city either, but in Busan, always talking my ear off about the sea in Busan and the beach it had. Unlike them, I was raised in the Eastern part of Europe, in the Balkans, with so many different elements and such different culture that it was crazy even.

In a house of so many people, it’s impossible to get bored, just as impossible as to not hear laughter, which was now coloring the air of the slowly lowering sun in summer, finally making the air feel less heavy.

Mom was washing dishes as we had recently eaten and wringing some kitchen towels. Minhee and Seojun has somehow gotten themselves into the mess of dancing too, now copying some k-pop group I recognized vaguely, more for the song that was popular than for the group itself. I was sure at some point those boys will end up chaotically chasing each other and play fighting.

With my elbows more supported on the edge of the counter than anything else, I couldn’t help but just look at them, admiring silently, observing from my corner, trying to memorize this moment. It’s something I try hard to get over, a thought that keeps popping up from time to time and I struggle to tone down, to shove so far back that I would anihilate it, that full feeling of warmth and happiness, yet with such a sour and empty ache of heart that this will pass, that everything passes, actually, that this might be the last time when I get to be so happy, when we all get to be so happy and foolish and not worry about anything. I can’t tell wether it’s because of the bile raising feeling of growing up and becoming an actual adult with responsibilities biting your ass or it’s something else, more worrisome. I would rather not delve into it either. Some questions are better left unanswered, plain and simple.

It’s weird, in a way. To live with people that aren’t truly your family and yet they feel as such. I’m not saying this as they are not my blood. It’s deeper than that. It’s not even like in the case of a child being adopted; no, in such a case, the child would be part of the family, would belong, would be raised by the same parent or parents, would have siblings. That’s the weirdest thing because I cannot say such a thing about my situation, even as Taehyung’s mom is my legal guardian, even as I have never felt like I was putting weight on her shoulders, even as nobody had ever made me feel like I don’t belong in there. I always knew this is my home too. I also knew Taehyung’s mother, whom I sometimes genuinely wonder how much kindness can be capable of carrying, didn’t consider me some weight on her shoulders in the sense that she expected anything from me. It wasn’t even as if I had some intentionally rebellious phase with her to prove she’s not my mother or anything like that, I have been calling her ma or mom for a very long time and that didn’t stop even when the situation changed.

I didn’t have any reason to do such things, even as I had heard many kids who changed families did such things to prove a point, to prove to their new parents they would never replace the ones the kid was used to. Ma never tried to replace my mama. She never tried to mother me. That is not to say that she didn’t act like a mother with me or that she didn’t care about me, far from that. In a way, I think that mother figure fit more with her than actual mothering me. I wasn’t her child to raise. She didn’t raise me so she didn’t act with me the same way she did with Taehyung or Minhee or even Seojun. She didn’t scold me, she didn’t chase me around the house, she simply didn’t act the same way and it was something that maybe benefited me more than I could ever truly realize, the way she was motherly without actually acting like she was my mom.

Probably most of it is because I technically wasn’t raised under her eyes. Sure, she had seen me grow and had seen me change a lot during my teenage years but I wasn’t raised with the same beliefs she raised her own children with or korean children were raised with in general. I wasn’t raised to be soft and keep my mouth shut, I wasn’t raised to run to an adult when things get the tiniest bit hard and I definitely wasn’t raised to hold back from a fight just for the sake of not being ‘problematic’. On the contrary, I was raised to speak up, to choose my fights carefully, to not start them but finish them, to never let anyone step on me. I was raised with a big, sharp mouth and a quick temper.

Me, Taehyung and Jimin - we were almost comically different. Our upbringings were different, our morals, our traditions, our beliefs sometimes. It’s said that a place changes you, but I would also like to argue that you can get a balkan out of the balkans but never the balkan out of the person.

So while I did look up to ma and viewed her as a motherly figure, I would never be able to actually see her as my mother or talk to her like I would to mine. No matter how close they were or how similar they can be sometimes, they are not the same and will never be. Ma would tell me to always avoid a fight, to not cause trouble, while mom would tell me to not dare came back beaten up by some goodie-two-shoes and that she didn’t raise a weakling,

I was used to rougher love, rougher paths, rougher things. My ma would tell me to not play with feelings but would never comment on my clothes. My mom would tell me to take care of myself and to know my worth, that boys are never worth crying over.

Different mindsets. Inevitably, I would always remain with the ‘cruelty’ of my own culture.

Oh, how disappointed would my mom be knowing her daughter had been a fool at some point…

“Did they overwhelm you already?” I could hear ma’s voice, full of amusement and heavy fondness in it as she came closer, looking at the mess the livingroom had indeed became.

Taehyung had somehow managed to steal the remote and now Jimin was chasing him, their steps so loud the whole neighborhood might as well be cussing us, especially with their colorful laughter and how Taehyung jumped over the sofa and Jimin after him, ending up losing balance and as a consequence dragging Taehyung down with him too when he grabbed his shirt to gain back his posture. The two all but tumbled on the floor like two heavy bombs.

I bit my lips to not laugh, trying so hard to hold it back, to not let it tumble from my lips…

“Yah, you two, remote here, now! Kim Taehyung, get up and stop messing around, come here and make yourself useful instead of getting us complains from the poor neighbors! Minhee, Seojun, stop laughing, Jimin, sweetie, are you okay? Did you get hurt?” ma sprang right into action and, inevitably, I couldn’t help but burst out laughing for real this time as she all but scolded the three siblings and fussed over Jimin, who was already the least likely to get hurt by any meaning, as he fell right on top of Taehyung along this mess he himself has caused.

I could feel my body shake with a laughter I couldn’t even recognize as mine with how honest it was, the type of ugly laugh you could burst out laughing just from hearing, gripping at the counter to not fall from the chair, the muscles of my abdomen already hurting as my eyes became wet from how much it genuinely was impossible to not laugh at the ridiculousness of this situation.

The way ma was actually turning Jimin’s face with her hands and inspecting him all over didn’t help either.

“Yah, young lady, you stop too! I already tolerate your bad habits and the horrible scent! Stub that thing and open that window wider! It’s not cold anymore for me to believe you when you snicker about being cold on the balcony, you little minx!”

Little minx. Somehow, it had become a fond nickname given to me, probably because of my hair, along with my fox-like mischeviousness.

I didn’t mind it, I found it funny, even. A reason for which I sent her a flying kiss along with a wink and dragged another smoke from my cigarette without a care in the world.

Life isn’t the easiest, neither the fairest, but out of all the outcomes that were possible, I’m glad to be living this one. After all, maybe I am different and not from this culture and sometimes even still struggling with the language itself, but I’m not alone. I never was since I stepped into this country and I will never be.

If I am to be honest, I didn’t even like Jimin at first. I was 14 and stupid, if it even makes my stupidity less heavy. Taehyung was my only friend in this country and him being so close to Jimin when I was first - totally not salty about that - had not sat right with me. Jimin also felt very different from us, with the way he was simply so cute and trying so hard to please and popular in the way a pick me would me. He was just simply too good of a kid for me to not think it wasn’t a mask and that was actually his personality - more or less, considering how sassy I came to know he actually is. So I didn’t like Jimin and had been cautious of him, no matter how much Taehyung swore up and down he was ‘nice’. Nice wasn’t enough for me.

Not like he hadn’t been wary and weird around me too at first. We kept on bugging each other and even getting into arguments until we finally began to trust each other and actually became friends.

If it is to ask me what exactly made me trust Jimin, I would say the way he stood up for Taehyung. I could deal with my own bullies, per-se, I didn’t need someone to have my back and I didn’t need to be protected - even if I did appreciate it a lot. I was used to being bullied considered I have been going to school in Japan, which wasn’t much nicer and I would get into a lot of trouble for standing up to my bullies.

So I knew how to deal with them. I didn’t expect anyone to intervene and be my knight on a white horse or something. What I could not get over was Taehyung being the one on the receiving end of said bullying.

I didn’t even have time to react before Jimin had already cornered the leader of the group of the boys who thought it would be oh so funny to throw nasty words at Tae. I came into the view too, ready to cover his back and even threatened them I’ll see them after school if they dare whisper Jimin’s name, knowing from Tae he would get into trouble at home if any of those idiots were to open their mouths and pronounce his name. I was already known for my temper outbursts and would not get any scolding for protecting my friend so I simply took it upon me, as the one who would be dealing with the least damage.

Not like I had been smart either as I didn’t know how to throw a single punch, but I was definitely feisty enough to make them afraid with the idea of actually banging a chair against their kneecaps.

In this sense, Korea was and wasn’t different from where I had grown: physical fights were a thing. Pulling and pushing and punching were things happening. It was definitely with way more hypocrite people though, acting as if their kids would never get physical. What a joke.

Over the need we both had to protect Tae, we have bonded. That had been the first tie.

This is not to say Tae himself didn’t intervene when I received any kind of bullying. No, he had always snapped back at the ones being nasty to me. The only thing he wasn’t doing, unlike me and Jimin, wa getting physical, which I understood where it came from and didn’t mind. After all, the least he gets involved, the least chances are of him getting hurt.

A summer night, filled with laughter, running around and ma scolding the three siblings was something that will always remain a beautiful memory.

That me, Tae and Chim snuck around with soju and played card until the early hours of the morning, away from the curious youngers was another story. Tae was the shittiest person with handling alcohol I got the pleasure to know. Luckily - and annoyingly - he was amazing at beating our asses too.

“You’re cheating!” I screamed, throwing my cards in annoyment when Taehyung had won yet another round.

“I am not, you’re just a sour loser!” he accused me, pointer finger in my direction, offended expression over his face.

“This time I’m taking her side. You cheater, stop cheating and play fair!” Jimin threw his cards too, taking my side for once and raising to his feet, even thuming one to the floor.

“Shut up, I saw you sneaking more cards down to win too, gremlin!” I was definitely not going to let him act like a hypocrite.

“Says the one who literally draws cards just because you know it will be another fueler, you deck-cheater!”

I was the one shuffling the deck, sure, but I do not claim such dishonour!

“I am not cheating! It is perfectly within rules to draw a card even if I could put one down!”

“How do you even know she can put one down, huh? Wanna confess something, cheater?!”

We both knew what Taehyung was trying to do: distract us from the fact that he was the biggest enemy on this one.

“Shut up, you cheater!” both me and Jimi somehow syncronised in snapping at him, also the only one remaining on the floor with his legs crossed under him.

I have never seen someone be so funnily offended of their scheme not going the way they wished.

So yeah, Taehyung is a sore loser. And the biggest lightweight.

Author note: I truly hope you enjoyed this one too and thanks to everyone sticking with this messy thing! Love y'all 🤗

Tagging: @parkdatjimin @pamzn

#taehyung fic #taehyung angst #taehyung x reader #taehyung series #bts fanfiction #taehyung x oc #my dearest mindy ❤️

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daegulinekush · 1 year

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listen we all want to be absolutely split open by kim namjoon okay.

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daegulinekush · 1 year

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I saw bad omens live the other night (front row! I waited outside for 3 hours) and when I saw them play the death of peace of mind all i could think of - besides the fact that I was seeing one of my favourite songs live - was your fic.

It's on my reading list and I'm even moreso looking forward to reading it!!

I'm so happy for you, dear! Seeing them was surely a show you'll never forget and i hope you made a lot of good memories 🥰

My fic isn't going anywhere so have fun 🥺 I'll be very happy when you start reading it and I'll be here to respond questions regarding the fic and the characters will be here to respond too 🥰

Hope you're doing well and continue having fun! Take care of yourself 🥺

Aish, my poor heart — it's warm now 🥰

#ask karma #ask kushi #ask me #love y'all #please continue supporting me

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daegulinekush · 1 year

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Thank you for tagging me, @parkdatjimin 💚

Surprisingly romantic to be honest, but I truly enjoy it.

Tagging: @jiminniethemarshmallow @pamzn @borathae and whoever else wished 💚

thank you for the tag @autumn-lv , it was really fun!! :D

rules: go to pinterest and type in "[your name] core aesthetic" and create a moodboard using the first nine images. No need to reveal what your name actually is!

i’m tagging @txt-yaomi ,, @slytherinhobi ,, @lipedaisy ,, @yeonscity ,, @elviransworld && don’t feel pressured to do it but also if you weren’t tagged, feel free to join :D

#thanks for the tag!#tag games!#my dearest mindy ❤️

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