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jmnjmnjmn · 10 months

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Dark Side of the Moon | Chapter 1 | BTSTwilight!AU

Keywords: twilight, werewolf, vampire Warnings: head injury, addiction recovery Word count: around 3.800 Masterlist The parties I missed, the booze I didn’t drink, the money I didn’t have. It was all worth it as long as I was skating. And now that I wasn’t it was still worth it because it got me here.

Ice skating. It’s a beautiful sport. You move like a dancer but smoother, softer. You glide on the cold surface of the ice cutting right through it with the blades of your skates. It’s a perfect contrast. And it’s cold. It’s always so cold. I’ve grown to fond of it. It can be freeing to skate. When you’re by yourself in the rink, running circles around it for hours on end, perfecting every move in your routine, doing it over and over, thousands of times a day. The beautiful routine becomes soothing. All in all, ice skating is a dream. It’s all sunshine and rainbows until you fall while doing a double axel and split your skull open.

I used to be one of the best in my region but no longer. After my injury, I’ve become scared. It’s natural that I have or I like to tell myself that… I got hurt really badly. My mom didn’t tell me everything but from the looks of relief that I saw on the doctors faces when I finally woke up from the five-day medically induced coma I knew just enough. I had to go through weeks of various treatments and rehabilitation to help my beat-up body go back to normal. I got bruised quite badly. A lot of past untreated injuries became unveiled through the chekups and scans the medical staff ran on me as I was sleeping. Improperly healed sprains, degenerated and swollen joints, inflamed this, inflamed that and to top it off I got a nasty concussion. About eight weeks after the accident, or the incident as my mother prefers to call it, I was ready to go back on the ice. Physically at least. My mother was opposed but I had to go back. I needed it like a fish water. It was all I knew how to do.

“You’re a beautiful skater.”

“Thank you,” I said quietly, gliding to the edge of the rink.

My trainer, her name is Anya, she smiled at me as I put on my skate protectors. She smiled so very rarely as she abided by tough love rules and being extremely stern and strict with her trainees.

She and my mother had multiple talks that escalated to borderline arguments about me skating again. I heard them every now and again outside my room in the hospital or on the phone. “It’s too much for her”, “She has to go back”, “She’s sick”, “Don’t take away from her her biggest joy”, “She almost died”. Each of them was right in some way. That’s how they came to the compromise of training five times a week but without compeeting. I was alright with that.

“You’re scared.”

I almost choked on my own breath hearing the words come out of her mouth. I knew I wasn’t good at hiding it. I didn’t even try that hard. I couldn’t. It was all too much for me.

“That night. That wasn’t the end. That wasn’t your last skate. You have so much more to offer to the world.”

Just as I couldn’t hide the fact that I was terrified of falling, I couldn't answer Anya that day. I just shook my head, huffing out a weak breath before walking away without a word.

Mentally I was a mess. I still practised, working hard every day during my training sessions, but I never got back to the shape I was in before. I couldn’t break through the wall of deep fear that grew roots in my mind after the fall. I was always an anxious child. At least for as long as I can remember. However, this type of anxiety was something entirely new to me. My mother saw it. My trainer did too. Everyone did. It wasn’t long until I was the talk of the area, described in gossiping circles of our skating community as broken, fallen, the one that had such a promising future, the wasted potential. The last one stung the most.

It hurt me to no end, hearing people talk about me in such a manner. It trampled my spirit even further, made me sink even lower. My mother took notice of that and took it upon herself to organize my getting better. The solution? Running away. Well, that’s describing it in very broad strokes. What I meant by that is changing my surroundings by just moving, leaving skating behind for at least some time. I found it hard to believe her words as she described her plans to me.

“You don’t have anything other than family holding you here.”

“I have friends.”

“The girls you ran against?” she contradicted.

“I have work. I have skating.”

“Skating isn’t everything that is to life.”

“But it is. It is to me. I quit school for it. We both spend all our savings on my gear and fees.”

I could be going on and on for days. I could be crying and yelling, begging for her to change her mind but she wasn’t going to listen. It didn’t matter what I had to say at that point as her decision was made and it was final. So, as she asked, I packed my bags. I took the tickets she bought me. I let her drive me to the airport and I got on a plane far away to a place I used to know.

Flying always sent shivers down my spine. However, not this time. It was a long flight but I couldn’t bring myself to fall asleep. My head was filled with bitterness and depressive thoughts as I imagined what my life would become once I landed in Forks. Well, not in Forks precisely. I was supposed to get on a bus in Seattle that would take me as close as it ran to Forks from where I was supposed to be picked up by Charlie, my father. I haven’t seen the man in years and the prospect of spending more than an hour in the car with him as my only company made me nauseous with nerves.

In the end, the drive wasn’t even half as bad as I expected. Charlie wasn’t as much of a talker as he used to be when I was younger. At the bus terminal he gave my a half awkward hug and took my bags. He asked me about friends and my mom, swiftly evading the more problematic topics of skating or school. Then he turned on the radio, giving me the all-clear sign to zone out as I stared out the window of his pickup truck.

I kept my eyes peeled to the glass as gigantic raindrops crashed against it, quickly turning into thick streams. As I cheered on a particularly big drop in my head, imagining it was racing with the other smaller one Charlie tapped my shoulder and pointed out the front glass. I lifted my gaze to see the welcome sign to the town I was supposed to start calling my home. I used to live here until I didn’t. I used to spend months here every summer until I didn’t. Forks. Population: 3,120. Add one.

Soon enough Charlie pulled into his driveway and I let the wave of nostalgia wash over me, noticing the welcoming committee. Waiting in front of my childhood home was a man I used to treat like an uncle, Charlie’s best friend. Beside old Mr Black was a person whose sight gave me goosebumps, his son.

Namjoon has changed a lot since I last saw him. I couldn’t even remember when that was. Surely at least seven or eight years ago. His hair became darker, he grew into his facial features, he now towered over his father.

“Yn, you remember Mr Black,” Charlie gestured to his friend and I muttered a faint greeting, finding it hard to not stare at the boy next to him. “And his son Namjoon.”

“Of course,” I blurted out, reaching back in my memories to the time we used to build sandcastles together in his backyard, making people out of sticks to live in them, fighting with brooms and pretending they were swords… But most importantly playing hide and seek in the depts of the Reservation. It was our sacred place.

“So, what do you think?”

“Of?” I asked unsure of what Charlie was referring to.

“Your homecoming present. Just bought it.”

I looked in the direction he was pointing, immediately noticing the beat down scooter propped on the door of the garage. Above it hung a small and obviously hastily printed banner welcoming me home by name. It was completely drenched in the passing rain. I could make out the Forks Police stationary sign on the bottom of each page.

“Oh, wow. Thanks, dad. It’s- this is perfect.”

I really hoped my acting skills pulled through and none of them heard the awkwardness in my tone or saw it in my face and it seemed that all worked in my favour as the two older men started bickering about who came up with the idea of buying this godforsaken vehicle. Preoccupied with themselves they made their way to the back of Charlie’s truck to get my belongings.

“It should do for going to school and back or into town but I wouldn’t bet on it for a ride to the big city,” Namjoon said with a shy smile as he walked up to me.

“Oh, right. We’re going to go to the same school.”

“Ah, not really. I’m homeschooled.”

I pursed my lips, not bothering to hide my dissatisfaction when in presence of not only a peer but my close childhood friend.

“That's too bad. It would've been nice to know at least one person.”

That day the Mr Black and his son stayed for dinner. Charlie tried preparing what I’m pretty sure was box lasagne but failed miserably, finally resorting to ordering in. After the guests left I was able to go to my room. As I opened the door my jaw dropped.

The room was a museum of me… Everything was like I left it all those years ago. Only dusty, old and too small for the body I’ve grown into. I traced my fingers over the dried pens in the cup on my old desk, a child’s desk. They lost almost all colour due to sun exposure since they were situated right by the window. The Mickey Mouse mouse pad looked similarly ghost-like to the pens, the posters, the carpet, the wallpaper.

“I haven’t changed anything since you moved,” I almost jumped in my spot, turning towards the door to see Charlie leaning on its frame. “Sorry,” he mumbled and cleared his throat.

Looking at me - teenage high school dropout me - in the room clearly set up for a seven-year-old must have made some wires connect in his brain. Suddenly he raised his eyebrows and a shade of embarrassment overtook his expression as he realised I am not that little girl anymore. He started stumbling over his words and nervously describing an idea that probably just came to his mind in hopes to make it seem as if he had it planned all along.

“We’ll have a little father-daughter day. Make up for the lost time. What do you say?”

I cringed on the inside at the sound of his proposition. However, knowing there was no other way for me to get a big enough bed I agreed to drive with him to one of the sister-towns’ furniture store the following day and made peace with sleeping on the living room couch on my first night “home”.

The next morning I woke up to the smell of pancake mix, the sound of Charlie struggling in the kitchen and the sight of my skating trophies above the fireplace - or as I started to call them, ghosts of the past. They were all mine but not really. Mostly gold but it didn’t matter anymore. I wasn’t that girl anymore.

“Yn! Breakfast is ready!”

The raspy tone of Charlie’s voice echoing through the house startled me. I wasn’t home. I wasn’t going there anytime soon either and I had to make peace with it. I had to deal with missing my mom. I had to call that man “dad” though he hasn’t been one for years. I used to hate him for it but seeing him try so diligently now made it hard to keep up the flame of anger that used to roar inside me. Nonetheless, it still sparkled every now and again.

I stole glances at him as I ate my third smiley-face pancake in a row - there was no ice skating anymore so there was no diet plan to uphold either. No mom to keep me in check. No set finish line.

***

Charlie. A middle-aged man. A divorcee. A ranger. A former fisherman. A pillar of his community, as Mr Black described him. An asshole, as my mother did when she thought I wasn’t listening. Now he was my father, again.

When he and my mom separated I was a little girl - barely seven years old the day she decided she’s had enough of him. That morning she dressed me up for school like she did most days. She packed both our bags but instead of dropping me off at school like she did every morning we went to a bus stop on the edge of our small town. First, we got to a neighbouring town of Port Angeles. From there we took another bus to Seattle and then… Then I fell asleep. I don’t remember a lot from that day. I was so little. However, I remember my mom being really fidgety. It scared me to see her like that. I asked her a lot of questions, as a child does, and she shushed me, promising that the trip was going to be a big adventure for just her and me. That we were going somewhere far away, where it rarely rained and I could play outside all year round. That dad - I still called him by that name back then - needed to stay behind for some reason.

He was different back then. Somewhat there but not really. Not entirely. I remember him always smelling like cigarettes and wet soil. If he wasn’t home I didn’t know where he was but my mom did. She told me all I needed to know about his antics when she finally decided I was old enough to understand.

Charlie was an alcoholic. He would grow anxious and mean if he hadn’t had a drink for too long so he made it his daily task to have at least one before going to work. A couple of sips during his shift. Some more during lunch and on the way home. Fortunately or not he would hide his drinking well enough that it didn’t bother his coworkers, his boss or friends. The only one that seemed to have a problem with it at the time was my mom and it drove her insane.

How long can a person go on when their all alone fighting a very real and big issue that everyone else says is non-existant? Renae managed to do it for seven years. “Seven too long”, she likes to say. She used to tell me that I was her reason and that thanks to me she stood up for herself, for both of us. I liked to hear that when I was little. It made me feel special.

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The name Big Port Angeles suggesting the town’s size turned out to be nothing more than an exaggeration. The last time I was here I was a little girl and everything seemed huge and great in my eyes. This time it wasn’t all so bright. In comparison to Forks, it was obviously bigger but that’s pretty much where it ended. More streets, more houses, more people, more stores and a cinema still showing a movie from almost two years ago.

Charlie grew chatty as we drove into town, showing me all the “great attractions” and “cool spots”. I nodded and tried putting on a proper smile. If he knew me like my mother did he would see right through it. He would ask me what’s wrong or how he could cheer me up. But he didn’t know me and he didn’t do that so I was left to my own coping devices.

The Supply Store was exactly what I imagined it would be, a sizeable warehouse full of various things. Starting at outdated home decor and ending on cat litter in wholesale quantities. I slid my fingers over the headboard of one of the bigger beds they had out. I didn’t even bother looking at the price tag. I knew it was probably too expensive for Charlie’s paycheck and I didn’t have any money of my own. After a while, I settled on one of the cheapest sets in stock.

“Pine?”

Charlie’s voice pulled me out of the weird trans I found myself falling in and out of all morning.

“What?” I looked at him, trying to figure out what he meant.

“Pine?” he repeated and nodded towards the material selection panel on the wall.

I eyed the various colours but none stuck out to me. At least not in a good way. I had other things on my mind than picking out bedroom furniture. However, if there was one way to make my time here more bearable it was by making my room more… Me.

“Sure.”

I decided not to add that it doesn’t matter what material I choose since it’s all plywood covered by a wood-imitating sticker anyway. There was no point in being rude.

“Alrighty,” he chimed, smiling awkwardly.

I noticed he did that often. Instead of smiling genuinely, he would bite his lips and stretch them sideways without bringing the smile to his eyes. It looked uncomfortable for him and made me feel similarly.

Less than half an hour later the two of us were standing outside the store’s building with less money and a huge stack of cardboard boxes on our cart. All of them were full of what was supposedly the essence of, well, me - the new-old me, the Forks me.

“Wait here. I’ll bring the car around,” Charlie instructed me with that same weird smile on his lips and hearing me agree with a faint hum he went on his way.

The cold wind, foreshadowing the quickly approaching autumn, whipped my burning cheeks and a shiver went down my spine as reality kept settling in, mercilessly. I was here. It was all real.

At first I rejected Charlie’s offer of help in setting the furniture up. After he heard me drop the bed frame on my foot for the third time he decided to step in against my will. We had the room ready in a couple of hours. One bed, one wardrobe, bookshelf, desk and chair. The bare mattress looked so depressing.

“I guess I can unpack by myself,” I suggested and he took the hint, leaving me by myself.

I started with the bulkiest items and pulled out my winter coat. I stuffed my hands into the pockets and relaxed my shoulders. If it wasn’t for my sorroundings I could imagine I was still home. The thick collar smelled of home. My fingers curled up into fists and I felt something graze the fingers of my left hand. I took out the crumpled paper to slowly stretch it out.

It was a reciept from the skating rink for two large coffies. Time of purchase is five past seven in the morning. I must have gotten those on my way home from practice. The sight of the date made my teeth grind. Before my fall.

I crumpled the paper back into a ball and tossed it into the garbage. I took one more look at myself in the mirror and though only a moment passed from the time I last looked at my reflection it was different this time. My brows were furrowed and my lips were pursed into a frown. I unzipped the long coat angrily in a couple of strokes and threw it onto the bed. Reaching for my suitcase I grabbed a couple of thinner jackets before storming downstairs to hang them up in the back of the small closet Charlie had standing by the door. I shoved the black puffer as far back as I could. I knew I would end up needing to dig it back up in a couple of weeks but I didn’t want to look at it right now.

“You can put your stuff here. Shoes and coats and stuff,” I heard Charlie’s voice as I bolted for the stairs. I turned on the step and looked at him, annoyance still coating my expression.

“I did.”

“Where?” he opened the closet and asked.

I came back down and once next to him I gestured to the things I chose to put in the closet by the entryway.

“That’s it? Yn, sweetie, this is as thin as paper. You need proper winter clothes. Snowboots and a jacket and stuff.”

“This is what I have.”

“Here,” he took out his wallet, looking for cash. “You take this and you go into town. You have your bike. You go into town and get yourself something warmer that you like, alright?” I sighed.

“Can I use your phone?”

“Sure. What for?”

“I want to ask Namjoon to go with me.”

“I’m not sure shopping is really his scene. Don’t you want to go shopping with some girls?”

“I don’t know any girls here.”

“You can ask the neighbours kid. They have a daughter right about your age.”

“I’d rather go alone.”

“Alright, alright. Here. Call him. I just want you to make more friends than just the people you already know.”

“I don’t know him,” I said under my breath as he made his way back to the living room. “Don’t worry. I’ll make girlfriends once school starts.”

“Hi, unc. I’ll give you dad in a second.”

“Don’t. It’s Yn. I’m actually calling for you.”

“Oh. What is it?”

“City girl needs a local’s help in getting settled in this hell hole.”

“How positive.”

“No, but seriously, I’m going into town to buy “proper winter clothes” as Charlie put it. You wanna come with me, give me some advice? We could grab something to eat and you’d show me around.”

“Uh- sure. When are you going?”

“Now?”

“Alright. I can make it. Let’s meet in front of Carver’s.”

“Where’s Carver’s again?”

“Right, sorry. Maybe I should show you around first.”

“That’d be useful.”

“Fifteen minutes, at your house. How does that sound?”

“Great.”

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#bts #bts twilight #twilight au #bts twilight au #namjoon #namjoon twilight au #namjoon au #namjoon twilight #vampire #warewolf #dark side of the moon #dsotm

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jmnjmnjmn · 11 months

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seokjin said life gets a little more bearable if you get silly with it 🫶 [슈취타] EP.12 SUGA with 진

#bts #seokjin #jin #yoongi

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jmnjmnjmn · 11 months

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yoongi teasing armys before touching their hands 😭 cr. jung-koook

#yoongi

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jmnjmnjmn · 11 months

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random art time ✨

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jmnjmnjmn · 1 year

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hi. after a long break (ik) im back at it again. im in the midst of rewriting the twilight saga as a freaking bts fanfic but im i need guidence. i was going to make namjoon the lead love interest but now im not sure. should i change it to one of the other boys? thoughts pls.

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jmnjmnjmn · 1 year

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jmnjmnjmn · 1 year

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JIMIN FACE - Concept Photo ↳ (Hardware ver.)

#bts #jimin

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jmnjmnjmn · 1 year

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Good night ✨🌠💫

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jmnjmnjmn · 1 year

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this look!!!

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jmnjmnjmn · 1 year

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I’m so soft for him 🥹

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jmnjmnjmn · 1 year

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Hey, I was just wondering, since I just got on TUMBLR how you can make one's story follow chapter after chapter. How do you make it so your readers can just click on 'chapter 2' to get the next chapter...?

im not sure what you mean. if its links in the text on my master posts (i think..) then i just do it in the text editing and imbed links to next chapters..

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jmnjmnjmn · 2 years

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Run | Yandere!Jungkook Story

Pairing: Yandere!Jungkook x Reader Story Keywords: yandere, angst Warnings: yandere jk, kidnapping, mania. Word count: less than 1.000 Masterlist She was scared of him. He was scared of this. In reality, there was nothing to be afraid of. Or was there?

Yn's eyes wandered around her surroundings. It’s been a long time since she was outside, even longer since she was out of Seoul so it was only natural for her to want to seize every opportunity to bring a feast to her senses. She heard Jungkook talking but she couldn’t focus enough to make out the words. She didn’t care to anyway.

“You know, I-” she murmured, forgetting her tongue and not paying attention to the man’s confused expression or tone of voice while he called behind her as she started walking away from the car.

Walking around the hood of the vehicle took Jungkook no longer than two seconds. However, that short moment was enough for Yn to pick up her pace and start sprinting. She ran as fast as she could, hungrily breathing in the night’s cold air through her parted lips. A wide smile crept shamelessly onto her pale face as she started to feel pain in the lower part of her stomach.

Her feet carried her down the empty street. She ran through multiple puddles, not leaving visible marks behind herself on the already wet concrete. She loved the rain. It made the city go empty in seconds. It also made it shine beautifully at night as the multiple lights reflected in the soaked surfaces and falling raindrops.

The sound of her water-filled shoes over the hard surface of the road wasn’t accompanied solely by her interrupted panting. Heavy thuds of Jungkook’s boots echoed through the city. Suddenly his strong arms tightened around her waist like the deadliest python, bringing her to a stop.

Jungkook turned her in his grasp, making her face him but as he did so his fear and anger were overshadowed by deep confusion. In addition to having his ears be met with the sweet sound of Yn’s laughter, looking at her he noticed she was smiling. Sincerely. And laughing sincerely too.

Instead of trying to free herself from his embrace, as he anticipated her to do, she tightened her hands on the material of his t-shirt pulling it down to make him do the same. Within nanoseconds, he felt her lips crash into his. He felt her smile through the kiss. He felt the excitement, the spontaneity. It sent a jolt of indescribable energy through his entire body.

Jungkook chased her lips as she pulled away, giggling. She looked into his eyes with such love, happiness and hope. He couldn’t help but reciprocate the cheerful expression. As soon as even as much as a shadow of a smile started to appear on his face Yn pulled on his shirt again, hiding her face in the crook of his neck. The sensation of her breath against his skin made Jungkook’s stomach erupt with butterflies as if it was the first time. And to an extent it was as it was probably the very first time she did so willingly, wanting to merely be close to him without any ulterior motive.

“Come on,” she said breathily, pushing on his chest but the man didn’t budge. “What?” she asked, looking into his eyes and still smiling despite seeing his expression turn from happy to a mix of angry and worried at the speed of light. “Come on,” she repeated, wiggling in his embrace to rest her hands on his hips. “Run with me,” she proposed, snaking her arms from his sides and up his back.

In the tiny window of Jungkook’s face softening alongside his grip, Yn saw her opportunity. She took a step back, pulling the man by the waistband of his jeans and as he reached one of his arms to get a hold of her wrists she grabbed onto his hand. She pulled onto it simultaneously taking steps down the street, laughing loud and encouraging the man in front of her to do the same as he tried to stop her, struggling to pull her waist close to his own frame.

“Come on,” she exclaimed excitedly, stumping backwards down the empty road. “Come on, Kook,” she laughed, seeing the confusion and fear clouding his gaze.

It made her think of how fragile people are. She was scared of him. He was scared of this. In reality, there was nothing to be afraid of. Or was there?

With an excited yelp, she tugged hard on his hand making him stumble over his feet. Taking advantage of the moment she intertwined her fingers with his and started running.

Jungkook didn’t know how to react to this strange behaviour. Yn pulled on his hand, making his fingers ache as she ran through the neighbourhood. She laughed and called for him to run faster with every other step. So he did. He picked up his pace to match hers and they ran hand in hand all the way to the end of the street.

Yn grabbed onto the safety railing separating the pavement from the beach. She leaned forward, struggling to catch her breath through the laughs.

“Yn-”

“Shhh,” she whispered, interrupting him before he could even get a word in. “Just hold me. In silence. Please,” she asked, looking at the raging sea.

Jungkook obeyed her wishes, snaking his arms around her from the back and pulling her into his chest. He rested his chin on her shoulder and she placed her hands over his that rested on her stomach, caging her in and for the first time, it didn’t feel for her like an actual cage or prison. It was a cage of love and care, an embrace. She couldn’t escape it. Not just yet at least.

He didn’t know how long they stood there but he couldn’t care less. That was what she wanted, what she needed and if it made her crave his touch he wasn’t going to argue.

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jmnjmnjmn · 2 years

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And there I was thinking I'd gotten my evening nicely planned. A little innocent art theft followed by hot cocoa and steamy chick-lit.

—- Felicia Hardy (Earth-616)

#pretty

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jmnjmnjmn · 2 years

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Set the scene: Taehyung reads Yn's diary

Pairing: Highschoolers! Taehyung x Yn Sides: Jungkook, Jimin Keywords: highschool, diary Warnings: angst, snooping Word count: around 800

Thursday evening: Taehyung and Yn are having a study session at her place for an extracurricular class they’re taking together. They order food.

After a while, Yn leaves the room to get the food at the front door. It takes her a couple of minutes too long for Tae’s liking. Instead of going to check on her, he starts snooping out of boredom.

He runs his hand over the backs of books, opens a drawer or two and then he found it. A simple black notebook. It was worn down, with paper clippings peeking from between the pages and a pen attached to the front cover. Flipping through the first pages Tae realized it was a diary. He didn’t hesitate, he kept skimming the text. He saw familiar names of places, but all the people’s names were coded in initials. “TH.” He smiled reading the parts Yn must have written about him.

Yn comes back, a bag of takeout in hand. As she opens the door she knows what’s going on. Tae snaps the notebook closed.

Yn gets really, really upset. She does her best to remain calm. Tae makes a teasing remark, regarding something he read about himself in there. He reluctantly puts the diary back in the drawer, keeping his eyes on Yn.

Once the drawer is closed shut Yn speaks up coldly, looking somewhere beside Tae. “You should go.” “Come on. I was kidding.” “Go home, Tae.” He doesn’t at first, thinking it’s a joke only it isn’t. He complies.

Friday: The next day at school Yn deliberately ignores Tae. She stays polite, saying hi and whatnot, but she doesn’t start conversations with him and cuts the interactions short. No one notices the change except for Tae, who started to feel guilty about reading his friend's diary.

Lunch period: Yn sits with her classmate, JK, at lunch. Jimin and Tae join them as they are all friends. They’ve known each other for a couple of years and became a close group after Yn and Jimin moved to the same block of flats with their families as Tae and JK. It was right before the older pair started high school. JK and Yn sit opposite each other, Tae sits next to JK and Jimin next to Yn. They chat, it’s somewhat normal. Again no one notices anything, only Tae.

After that, the weekend starts. Saturday: Yn declines to hang out with the three boys. She messages JK to walk her dog with her and he agrees. They get ice cream and go to some park. They start recording silly short videos, taking selfies and pictures of Bokshiri, Yn’s fluffy dog. They become careless and put some of those on their social media.

Tae and Jimin see the posts and stories on the other two’s social media profiles. Jimin leaves a sarcastic funny comment, under Yn’s video. Tae doesn’t react online. Instead, he sits on his windowsill and waits for them to come back to the neighbourhood.

After about half an hour Yn and JK get back. JK goes straight to his flat, shooting Yn a quick goodbye before leaving the elevator.

Yn gets out on the 10th floor, holding Bokshiri in her hands as the dog got tired from the long walk. She’s in the process of unlocking her door as Tae walks out of his apartment just three doors down from her. “Hey, why’d you go out with JK when we were supposed to hang out altogether?” Bokshiri starts barking and wagging her tail, she’s familiar with Tae and she likes him a lot. “Wouldn’t you like to know?.” “I would! That’s why I’m asking!” “Why ask when you can read all about it!” She gets angry and goes inside. Tae does the same. He rests against the door, not ready to walk through the apartment under the watchful eye of his mother.

Minutes later, when Tae’s finally ready to go back to his room, he gets a knock on his door, a loud one. He throws the door open and it’s Yn. She sends a bunch of ripped paper at his face. They cascade to the floor as she tells Tae to read all about her thoughts and emotions since he’s so curious and he liked it so much the last time. Tae’s speechless. His mother rushes to the door to see what all the noise is about, but Yn is long gone before she reaches her son. “It’s nothing. It’s nothing.” He reassures her and picks up the papers in a hurry before running off to his room.

The pages are ripped from Yn’s diary. They are saying things about breaking trust and losing interest in a boy she thought was her friend, a boy called TH that she actually liked. They're saying how people can show their true colours when they are on their own and how she doesn’t want anything to do with TH anymore.

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