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This is such a philosophical take on a universal experience such as love. Every line felt like poetry.

I never thought that a burnt croissant would make me sad but alas. There's a first time for everything!

Honour, you have such a way with words. It's easy to see your passion. This was so, so, so well written.

Thank you for creating yet another masterpiece. 💛

—summary: you longed for the same things as he— and as your worlds went up in smoke, and ash burned in your souls, you craved the love and emotion, the kiss and the devotion.

—pairing: namjoon x gn!reader

—word count: 2.5k

—genre: ANGST

—au: cafe au, s2f2l2s, philosophical

—rating: 18+ (see warnings + note)

—warnings: fire and a burning building, brief making out, feelings of loss, characters are slightly suicidal, cynicism, heartbreak, intense sadness, figurative use of disease/poison, death (as a concept, no characters die)

—note: there’s one scene that i tried to keep it as brief as possible, and i still think u should definitely not read if any of the above trigger you, even a little. i was pretty philosophical w this one which is why there are so many warnings 😅

—collab: this is inspired by people watching by conan gray, and part of the “superache summer” collab with @sunshinejunghoseokie and @pjmsdior ! thank u cam for the lovely banner once again!

—masterlist

Love is a disease of the brain: it slinks up the spine and sets every nerve alight, it messes the conscience till it goes into overdrive. There is no limits when it comes to love, and it often ends in tragedy one way or another. Because that’s what a disease is; love is simply an unhappy ending glamourized as a peaceful one.

That’s why you were there, The Heartbreak Cafe, a spot for the broken-hearted. People usually brushed singles off to the side, or they looked at them with pity. After all, it seemed as though being loveless was the worst place of all in this world.

And searching for love was an arduous affair. There was no end to pursuing dis-ease. In fact, it was a disease in itself to try and catch something that, once you had in your grasp, would only poison you.

But it was an intoxicating poison, and with it came a rich experience you’ve only ever had a taste of. You wanted that fervour of loving someone to drive you mad with passion and desire, to make every touch feel breathy and ethereal.

But there was none of that. Because love wasn’t like that.

And the only fool who was silly enough to hate their salvation was you. That was why you were there, in the Cozy Cafe, a quaint cafe across the street from the dilapidated one you frequented.

It was too bright—there were too many happy couples surrounding you, with unbearable giggles and frustrating displays of affection that made you feel sick to the heart.

“One iced caramel macchiato and a butter croissant,” you ordered when the barista came around. Paying your dues, you were engulfed in your misery so deeply that you intentionally kept your awareness away from your surroundings.

“Just drizzle caramel into the cup before pouring in the milk,” the barista instructed to her trainee—and oh…

“Okay, I got it,” he replied, and you were stunned when his eyes locked on yours. “Iced caramel macchiato for Y/n?”

You nodded gratefully, standing up to receive your order. A few moments later, your croissant came, and you headed off, mind still admiring the barista’s beauty.

Perhaps now you had an incentive to go back to being heartbroken.

“Iced caramel macchiato with a butter croissant?” A voice asked as you wandered in, fifth morning in a row. “I remember you,” he said with a bright smile.

“You bet,” you replied, smiling at him as well. “I need my morning caffeine before I start my work day.”

“Oh, what do you do?” He asked curiously as he handed you your receipt.

“Well, I’m not entirely sure what my title is yet, but I work with plants,” you lied, sitting in your usual seat by the counter. “Spring is always a crazy time.”

He nodded, “That’s so cool though. You must really love what you do.”

You grimaced, “I do, but it’s not what I really wanted to do.”

You thought he was going to ask what that was, but he didn’t. When he handed you your coffee and croissant, he tended to another customer, but his attentive eyes stayed on you, up until you walked out the door.

You thought about him more that evening, his sparkling eyes pooling warmth in your heart and soaking your brain with happiness. Already, the stirrings of your disease were presenting themselves to you, eager to destroy.

The more you knew him, the more dangerous it became. What started as behind-the-counter chitchat, evolved to a blooming friendship, where you often spent time together at the cafe, or at art museums on his off days.

When seasons changed, and you started ordering hot coffees, it was as though everything had changed with them. You had a thick blanket of camaraderie swathed atop you both, bringing you closer and closer together. But how close was too close? How much farther could you go before you breached the precarious border between friends and… something more fierce and terrifying?

You craved it with him. You craved to kiss those cherry lips of his and to feel that love disease in your veins, in your heart, in your everything.

And maybe it was because you were lonely, but you liked him, wanted him, needed him. It was as though he composed the foundations of this earth.

Maybe you should have been more careful, falling for someone such as him. But the lure of danger was tempting—much too tempting for your mortal heart to bear.

But love hurt, right? Love was poison. Was it worth the risk? Was he worth it? Your heart broke at your own hesitation, a firm reminder of the cynicism that was now engraved unto your soul. A lot of people despised that about you— but Namjoon enjoyed your individual philosophy, so perhaps he’d take that more kindly than all of the others you’d liked before him.

Thinking about him made it worse, and when your hands found the stem of the flower, you couldn’t help but wince at the snap of the stem, cringe at the crumpling petals in your hand, and shudder at the damage you had inflicted upon it.

It reminded you of the bleak reality that everything you loved would one day be destroyed. Whether it was a person, a thing, a pet… everything fell apart eventually. Houses decomposed, pets perished, humans left. There was no such thing as permanence in this world. It was simply a construct, intangible and rooted in the imagination.

Love was a diseased flower. There was only so long its beauty would last before it revealed its ugliness to you, before it brought with it swift grimness, followed by decomposing and grotesque sights that reeked of its own misery. Love lived to enforce nature’s vows of balance, to bring youth into the world, whilst swiftly eradicating the old till only the fresh remained. And you were withering away—the next on its kill list.

You held the broken flower in your hands, and for once in your life you were in awe of how beautiful something broken was. The broken stem and the withered petals were priceless in their death, they were the epitome of your fervour, a byproduct of your passion, a victim of one’s aggression.

Something in your hand was broken by love, withered by passion, devastated by aggression… and yet, why was it that it was still so beautiful? Why was it that everything beautiful in the world was always so broken?

Spread upon your table was a pile of broken things—a broken stem, a broken petal, a broken flower. And the more you stared the more you realized that you were that table, you were that flower… you were an amalgamation of so many beautiful, broken parts.

So when the thoughts of him subsided, you were back to being who you were—whole and complete in your brokenness, a unified persona of everything that had ever been broken within you.

And you relished in it, knowing that once you were broken, you were stronger, tougher, and unpredictable. Nobody would ever understand a person who harmonized with their brokenness in the way in which you were doing so. Nobody understood the debilitating madness that descended upon you when you understood the finality of being a broken thing.

And Namjoon was no different. He would never see you as anything more than what you were: beautifully broken and breaking at the seams.

For a time, your life became so bleak that you found yourself dreading the weekends, eager to see Namjoon and then promptly throw yourself into your work to avoid facing the reality of your terrible life.

It was easier to avoid everything than to face the fact that everything—your misery, your negative mindset, and misfortune—was all because you didn’t want to escape the thick veil of cynicism you conditioned yourself to follow.

So when you sat down, waiting for your order, you watched him from afar, placing the croissant in the oven to warm it up, before making eye contact with you.

You held his gaze for a little while, until another customer rang the bell—another regular who you’d seen around. When he turned away, you looked away, trying not to think about it.

For a few moments, you remembered every moment you spent together. From that time you two watched a philosophical comedy at the theatre, to the casual outings you spent together, you never recalled a time you didn’t feel joy with him.

You never knew whether or not he felt the same as you, but a part of you wished you did. Because maybe he could’ve been more than a stranger.

But you didn’t know, and you never would.

As the smoke began clouding the air, and the alarm started blaring, and the water started spraying, you cried—cried as the smoke burned your eyes, cried as you were engulfed with the knowledge you meant nothing to him. You were just an acquaintance.

“Y/n, we need to get out of here, now! The fire is—” Namjoon said quickly, ushering you out of your seat.

“Namjoon,” you said, and for a second you didn’t know what came over you, but you held his wrist gently. Orange painted shadows across the room. “Namjoon—“

“Can I kiss you?” You asked, and as the smoke filled your hearts and he nodded his consent, you brazenly kissed one another, hands wandering and bodies cradling one another before you parted, as flames wrapped along the walls.

You didn’t care about the fact that you were in a burning building. What mattered was that you heart was already burnt, singed like the walls and fluttering away like smoke.

It didn’t matter anymore, as long as you had this one moment.

You ran, pulling him along, and escaping out the door—sanity finally returning to you, adrenaline pumping bouts of energy into your empty heart.

By the time you reached safety—he was gone.

You always knew you were destined for heartbreak. When things got too good and you tried for something more fulfilling, when a piece of you yearned to try—you always ended up in the same place.

Sitting in the abandoned Heartbreak Cafe, your eyes tracked the remnants of the previous cafe you frequented.

And hell, it wasn’t just the croissants that had you coming back, that made that place feel cozy like a home. It was him, and with his absence… it was like nothing ever existed. He put life into the place.

You knew he was clumsy and that was why he forgot the croissant in the oven till it burned.

But it was because of you too.

You never understood what was going on in that beautiful mind of his—and you were also equally surprised at your own heart, your own feelings.

Because you were numb, always numb. You didn’t feel anything unless it was a disease. So why was it that you felt something so beautiful when you were with him? What was that beautiful, whole feeling that you felt?

Because you were broken, so very broken. Why was it so refreshing to want the something that was so bad for you?

You didn’t want to remember him, but as you stared at the remnants of what used to be yours… you were fraught with the knowledge that you lost it all.

You lost everything, and while you watched happy families stop and stare at the carnage, as you watched happy couples laugh in the park and married elderly who still held hands after thirty years… you felt more alone than ever before.

Immersed in your thoughts, you unconsciously traced frowning faces in the dust collected on the tabletops, startling as you heard a chair screech beside you.

Looking up, your expression turned watery as you looked away from the newcomer, training your eyes in front of you.

“Quite a view isn’t it?”

You nodded, “Yeah. A lot was lost there.”

He nodded before sinking into the chair next to you, “I don’t ever recall seeing you in here before.”

“I used to come here a lot,” you said, not looking at him because it hurt. It hurt to be treated like a stranger after everything you had done together, after every moment you shared.

“Ever since Cozy closed, I’ve been coming here too,” he said, but his voice was cold, lacking depth. “I’m Namjoon.”

“Y/n,” you said, and before you knew what you were doing, you stood up and grabbed your things. “It was nice meeting you.”

He grimaced, closing his eyes before ducking his head, “Why did you kiss me?”

You shook your head, shrugged your shoulders, “I don’t know. I felt something then—something that left when you did.”

He nodded, “I wish we could have had what others have.”

You laughed but it didn’t even feel real, “I don’t. I don’t because when I did it always ended just like this.” You brushed a tear from your eye, “I’ve always wanted to feel all that love and emotion, but—“

Your fingers shook as you held the doorknob, the creaking door hanging crookedly in the frame. You took a shuddering breath, before looking at him one last time, “I fell for you without caution, and I guess it was good in a way, because for now, I’ll just keep people-watching.”

You stepped out the door and turned looked back at him one more time, “It’s safer, less harmful, than if someone like me ever tries to love again.”

“Y/n—“ he said, standing up and walking towards you.

“Don’t,” you replied, holding up a hand. “Just don’t. Please.”

He stopped, looking stricken for a moment before hanging his head, “I’m sorry.”

He walked towards you again, “We don’t know each other. We will never know each other again, so let me tell you this one thing,” he swallowed, before continuing, “please don’t remember me. Please let me go and enjoy your life, don’t stop trying. Don’t let me be the one who ruined it all for you. Please.”

You hesitated, and before you knew it, he was right in front of you, “Y/n, please.”

Finally, you nodded, “I promise. M-maybe one day we’ll meet again.”

And with a watery smile, you left.

#moots and pals #honour <3 #brb crying over a burnt croissant and an abandoned cafe #this was so emotionally charged #try to read this and not feel anything i dare you #sunshinejunghoseokie thoughts

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sunshinejunghoseokie · 2 years

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Snowed In: A BCN Winter Fic Exchange

Hello all, we here at BCN like to plan early to prevent any mishaps during the colder months, but…something will always go wrong.

This year, not only do you have the winter blues, but so does your friend, and you both need to help each other out.

Lucky for you, you have the power of words and the gift of writing. This winter, you will be tasked with helping out your Secret Santa, who has the winter blues, you will be presented with all the things that have gone wrong for them this holiday, and your job will be to help fix it for them.

Read on to find out exactly why you and your friends are down this winter.

❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️

It’s cold and wet; the sun sets too early for your liking. You aren’t a scrooge, but you aren’t a secret elf who finds the holidays a wonderful time. You are pragmatic and sensible, which means you did the following:

-Booked your flights in advance

-Got enough firewood

-Ensured there were enough candles in case the power gave up.

-Got extra blankets

You hoped many more things would keep you warm this winter, but life is life, and something goes wrong.

That all being said, the holidays are about giving, so why don’t you give your winter blues to someone who can help write you out of them and you? Do you have what it takes to get your friend out of the winter blues? If so, let us know how you can cure your friend of the winter blues.

Timeline:

Sign Ups: 19th August 2022 to 10th June 2023 (we need some time to allocate and ensure everything is sorted)

Drop out period: between 9th August 2023-10th June 2023)

(this is important as this is a fic exchange, so please let us know well in advance if you can 💕

Posting Period: 1st November 2023- 31st December 2023 SIGN UP HERE

Rules:

-Must be 18+ years old to participate (no exceptions)

-Either be a member of BTS Carnival Net or any one of our affiliates

-The keyword you're looking for is snowshoes. -Our Affiliates:

-BTS Honey Hive

-BTS Dream Court

-Bangtan Inn

-Whalien Net

-BTS Writing Cafe

-Must have discord to interact and receive your invite to the Winter Lodge to cure the blues (this can be discussed, of course).

-Check the Carnival Rules to Understand the type of content that will be accepted

FAQ’s

❄️What’s a fic exchange?

-It’s basically like secret Santa, but with fics, you will be expected to answer a few questions and fill out some preferences, and we will take everyone’s responses, collate them, and give you a fellow author to write a fic for. 💕

❄️ Can I choose a different member to write about instead of the selected member?

-We will give everyone a choice of two members, just in case, but if those choices aren’t the right ones, DM the admin team and we can try and work things out.

❄️ Can I write for someone else (e.g. a different author)?

-Unless there is a valid reason to want to write for someone else, then no.

❄️Can I include other members from other groups?

-Yes, as many as you want, but as long as a BTS member is present as a pairing at some point in the fic.

❄️ Due to unforeseen reasons, I cannot finish my fic. What do I do?

-Tell us when and as soon as you can. Please do not ghost as someone will be waiting for a fic, let us know, and we can sort something out. 💕

❄️ I have another winter/Christmas/holiday-themed fic. Can I use this fic for that one?

-Ideally, no. This fic is curated specially for your fellow writer, and it's a little Christmas present for them, so it’s okay for us if you want to share it in different nets, but please do not replicate this story for another event.

Things that can go wrong during the Holidays: Pick 2 you’d like to see in the fic written for you.

-A Special Thank you to our members, and carnival team for these 🤗

-Cancelled Flights: Indigo | playmetheclassics

-Birthday of receased relative: Kay | @babiekaykes

- Power outage due to snowstorm: Isabella | @pjmsdior

- Newlyweds visiting his parents, but his mother doesn't like you: Syria | @baljinciaga

- Getting sick: Beezy | @hobeemin

- Presents not arriving on time: Nana | @noodlechanz

- Gift ends up at in the wrong hands/given to the wrong person | @mochilatae

- Called into work/ stuck at work on the holiday | @mochilatae

- Remembered everyone's presents except one: Ashe | @sugafreeagustd

Holiday Cliches: **Pick Threee you would like written into your fic 👀

-The Workaholic: MIA on everything -Going back home to your small town

-Christmas Sweaters

-Dysfunctional Families

-A Birth

-Snow

-Just lost a job

-A kiss under the mistletoe

-Holiday baking

-The hunt for the perfect christmas tree

-Exes reunited because of a Chrismas Party

**Pick the prompts: 2 for each 👀

ANGST

“I used to love this holiday, until you came into my life,”

“The only present I want, is you gone,”

“Even a scrooge isn’t this heartless,”

“You keep believing in Christmas miracles, no wonder you’ve got nothing going for you,”

“She’s/He’s/They’re gone, get over it!”

“This was supposed to be us, but you just couldn’t keep it together for holiday,”

“I left this town because of you, and now I’m stuck at this dinner with you,”

“Oh look, they’re sawing the Christmas trees, doesn’t it remind you of how you sawed my heart?”

“You think a proposal will make it all okay?”

“Here’s your Christmas present, a break up/divorce.”

SMUT

“I’m your present, unwrap me,”

“What tastes better? Christmas Cookies or Me?”

“Kiss me you goon, I’m under the mistletoe,”

“I think I might get an infection if I put glitter here,”

“We can’t have sex here, my parents are next door!”

“The holidays are all about giving, and that’s all I want to do, give,”

“Do we have to wear these elf outfits when we fuck?”

“Good girls/boys always get rewarded,”

“Come here, don’t you want to sit on my lap and tell me what you want for a present?”

“Do you think we can use that ribbon, in bed, to tie me up?”

“You’re like a sexy santa in that outfit,”

FLUFF

“I know it’s a cliche, but will you be mine?”

“I don’t need any presents, only you,”

“To quote Mariah Carey, All I Want for Christmas is You,”

“I’m snowed in with you, come and cuddle me,”

“You’re the Christmas miracle, I’ve been waiting for,”

“Baby, it’s cold outside, come”

“Thank you for the hoodie, you kept me warm this winter,”

“Marry Me this Christmas?”

“I wrote to Santa, and he gave me you,”

“I may not believe in Santa, but I believe in our love,”

#btscarnivalnet #snowed in: the winter blues fic exchange #nets

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sunshinejunghoseokie · 2 years

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So fun! Thanks for the tag twin, @ressjeon !

Tagging: @ssaboala @pjmsdior @joonlery @playmetheclassics & anyone else who wants to give it a go!

About Me RPG Avatar Maker

thank you @hisunshiine for tagging me in this one! try it out here! dk if its really accurate lol options are limited but this is so adorable omg 😍

Keep reading

#tag game #moots and pals #twin yannie #ressjeon #sunshinejunghoseokie thoughts

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Headliner of the Month🎪✨

Hello, Carnival Goers and Performers alike. Please keep your eyes peeled for this space. Over here, we will have a list of all our headliners. Every month, we feature either a member, trainer or ringmaster's work and share their incredible talent with you! Be sure to check them out and give them the love they deserve!!💕

Here is the timeline for our Headliners

**links will be updated for the respective month 💕**

Headliner Timetable: ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨ 2022 September: Sheena | @shina913ina October: Harrow | @sugalaritae November: Sunny | @sunshinerainbowsbts December: Satvrn | @herecomesjoon ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨ 2023 January: Kay | @babiekaykes February: Crimson | @lokidow-strange-army March: Easter Double Features 🐇🐇🐇🐇🐇🐇🐇🐇🐇🐇🐇🐇🐇🐇🐇🐇🐇🐇🐇🐇🐇🐇🐇🐇🐇🐇 March: Beezy | @hobeemin March: Kay | @mochilatae 🐇🐇🐇🐇🐇🐇🐇🐇🐇🐇🐇🐇🐇🐇🐇🐇🐇🐇🐇🐇🐇🐇🐇🐇🐇🐇🐇 April: Syria | @baljinciaga May: Isabella | @pjmsdior ☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️ June & July: Summer Double Features June: Valerie | @kookdiaries June: Clare | @nabiolive July: AJ | @bangtanintotheroom July: Harrow | @hamsterclaw ☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️ August: Mell | @sugarushsuga September: Cam | @sunshinejunghoseokie October: Cha | @ggukcangetit 🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄 November & December: Holidays Double Features November: Cherry | @joonscypher November: Jen | @jeonqkooks December: Ashe | @sugafreeagustd December: Tannie | @jeoniius

#btscarnivalnet #bcn: headliner of the month #WHOOP WHOOP

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go here and let me know what your short term top artists from spotify (within the last 4 weeks) are in the tags!

#monsta x > ateez > conan gray > clinton kane #sunshinejunghoseokie thoughts

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Jigsaw; jhs.

—summary: Hoseok has always been torn between following the obligations of his title and the pursuits of his heart. When he spends this courting season in your company, the lines between expectation and longing are clearer than ever. He is forced to choose once and for all what means more to him: duty or love.

—pairing: Duke!Jung Hoseok x Reader

—word count: 746.

—genre: Angst. Fluff.

—au: Regency AU.

—rating: PG13.

—warnings: Angst in the forms of: The weight of having to live up to the expectations set by family, society, and self. Mutual heartbreak.

—a/n: this drabble is a part of the "superache summer" collab with the incredibly talented @pjmsdior and @joonlery inspired by the "superache" album by conan gray. This fic is based on the song Jigsaw. A very, very special thank you to @playmetheclassics for beta reading this for me and @rkivian for the stunning banner! This one is short but I hope you all enjoy it nonetheless!

“I will not lie and say that I do not hold any affection for you. I have loved you since I first laid my eyes upon you at the Gregory’s ball at the start of the season. I still remember the lavender gown you wore and the pearls you had woven into your hair.”

Your breath catches in your throat. It’s exactly what you had been hoping to hear from him. The words you had longed for him to say to you.

He loved you.

He truly loved you.

You had become content with admiring him from afar over the months, wishing that the women he danced with were you. Wishing the gloved hands, he kissed as the orchestra song faded and another began in its stead was yours.

“But…love is a luxury that I cannot afford.”

And, just like that, the air is knocked out of you.

You shake your head, hands balling into fists in the layers of lush silk and lace of your gown.

You’re thankful that the two of you are tucked into an alcove away from prying eyes and meddling members of the ton.

You want to cry, to scream out his name and beg him to forsake the fate that has long since troubled him in favor of a life at your side. To tell him that you love him but you’re scared.

Terrified.

Loving Jung Hoseok means giving him the power to break you, which was something you couldn’t protect yourself against. It was out of your control and mademade you feel like you were standing on the edge of a cliff. One wrong move - one misstep - and you would plummet to the ground below.

“It does not matter how much I may long for things to be different. No amount of wishful thinking will change my fate. I live a life bound by inescapable expectations.”

The words feel like sandpaper against his tongue.

He knew they would hurt you before he gives the words life; they would shatter whatever hope you may harbor about a future between the two of you. He knew because they had that very effect on him.

He may have once had any daydreams of retiring to the country at the end of the season with you by his side as his wife vanishes. The illusion of what could have been if only he had drawn a different lot in this lifetime were overtaken by the truths that came from bearing a title such as his.

Hoseok’s entire life has been about molding himself into the perfect heir to the dukedom he was set to inherit one day he was little more than a piece in the game of chess that members of the ton and the monarchy played for their amusement. He had a reputation to uphold, the pressure of having to one day fill his father’s shoes as Duke of Hope.

But you…

You saw him for what he was, bent out of shape and made out of broken parts, and loved him anyway. You had loved him not despite his flaws but because of them. You had become the very tether he had longed for, desperately craved but never dared to wish for. Because of you, his shadows had fallen away like dust. Discarded and forgotten as he basked in your light.

You made his messes matter and his chaos count.

You didn’t care for his title nor the societal advantages it could bring you should you wed. No, all you cared about was Hoseok.

The man, not the duke.

Despite it all, he knew that loving you would only end in heartbreak. For you, for him.

He would live each day as if he was on the outside looking in.

He would marry a woman deemed suitable for his station at his father’s request and follow that path that had been predetermined for him since his birth.

“I see.”

“I do not wish for things to be this way.” His voice cracks, splintering and caving in on itself.

“I…plead with you to understand that if nothing else you understand that what I felt…what I feel for you is real. Please understand that I love you. That you have captured my heart in its entirety.”

He takes your hand in his and brushes his thumb across your knuckles.

You meet his eyes and know that your heart will never again belong to another the way that it does to Jung Hoseok.

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EVERY0NE, and I mean EVERYONE, needs to read this. I just KNOW from talking to Anne about this series that it is going to be an absolute work of art.

There is something so unique about this concept that I am in awe. Something about the way Anne writes draws you in and refuses to let go - in the best way possible. It is lovely from beginning to end. (And this is only the teaser!!!👀)

Cannot wait to read this!

a sleeping prince's curse. || kth. || teaser.

credits for this gorgeous cover to @missgeniality

❝ part of the a magical kingdom series ❞

➳ summary: prince taehyung is held captivated in his dreams by bad ghosts and the only one who can help are people like you, witches, who can see and interact with them. but witches are rare these days, and are being hated and killed by the humans. yet kim seokjin, the oldest of the royal brothers, desperately asks you to help his little brother. and you do, despite all the risks, and then you form a strange bond with taehyung through his dreams. but is the taehyung you meet in his dreams real? what will happen when he wakes up? or when people find out about you?

➳ pairing: prince!kim taehyung x witch!reader

➳ genre: fantasy!au, royalty!au, magic!au, fluff, angst, eventual smut

➳ warnings: none

➳ wordcount [teaser]: 0.5k

➳ status: ongoing

➳ a/n: welcome to the teaser of my first series ever, my lil baby!!🥺🥺 i'm so excited, nervous and scared to post this, because this work already means so much to me, and i hope all of you will accompany me on the journey through this universe, through all its perks and imperfections. leave a comment if you want to be added to the series' own taglist, and please let me know your feedback & questions through my asks🥰❤️

➳taglist: @parkdatjimin @hoebii @jimcartop @kookstempo @ffion451 @taegularities @chryblossomjjk

The little witch lived in the darkest corner of the forest, her little cottage hidden behind tall trees in a solitary moor, and she lived there all alone for a very, very long time.

The forest was quite close to a small village; however, no living creature would set foot in it, nor even think about the forest. Because to them - the humans - it stank, smelled of something unknown, something that they were in fact not familiar with. And the humans avoided all that was unknown to them, cursed things that they themselves could not fully understand, yet master on their own. Like magic.

Humans hated the magic, tried desperately to ignore it as hard as they could. Did so since centuries, probably even beyond. But magic couldn’t just be ignored. And after quite some time, they seemed to realize that, and then, at some point in history, the human race decided to just banish wizardry. It was a simple and easy decision, for them, and it was quickly done. They simply punished the practice of the magic, and those who, despite the ban, still carried on with it, were killed and never ever talked about again. They also blamed everything that was bad, every little problem they had on the magic; the beautiful, strong, free magic. Everything beautiful which defied magic was driven away, hated, and then? Then they went on living as if nothing had ever happened, ignoring, no, oppressing people like you.

The humans liked to call you witches, and sometimes, you would refer to your kind the same way. But actually, the term is wrong, originally descended from said humans who use it as an insult only. Maybe your kind had a proper name, maybe not, you did not know that, but you definitely knew that the humans did you wrong, not just your people in general, but the magic as such.

Because at the end of the day, magic could not just be ignored. It existed everywhere, and would never cease doing so. You would never cease to exist, at least not in the near future, and with you the magic inside both your body and soul.

And this story? Your story? It has yet to be written, but let me tell you one thing in advance, the magic, oh yeah, the beautifully cursed magic, will be a part of it. And maybe, maybe, even a charming prince, because no fairy tale can exist without one, not even yours.

This is the story of the little witch who once hid herself in the dark forest, despite her being so full of love and magic, and a lonely prince, desperately searching for her, even in his dreams.

#sunshinejunghoseokie fic recs #anne my love #ssaboala #a sleeping prince's curse by ssaboala #bts fic recs

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