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jiminisjamin · 4 years

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~ Lusus Naturae Part Two~

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

A/N: I’ve decided to add in the enchanted furniture people (but only some ) :’) I hope I don’t do a bad job at it. Basically, in case it gets confusing I want to lay out who is who? Hoseok is Lumiere, Jimin is Chip (the little cup guy), obviously Jin is Gaston, LeFou is Namjoon. The rest of the characters are not in it, and neither are any of the other BTS members.

Rating: Flangst

Warnings for Chapter: Language, mild descriptions of violence, Yoongi being aggressive and rude, mild angst.

Title: West Wing

Word Count: 1,685

The man stares at her, anger rising in his chest as his whole-body burns, his mind racing as he stumbles closer to his home. “You need to leave,” she shakes her head, stepping forward again to wrap her arms around his midsection and lift him up, trying to help support him. He growls, the joints and bones in his body cracking in protest from his struggle earlier. He grunts, shutting his eyes tightly as his breathing becomes labored again. He stumbles away from her, clinging onto the brick wall surrounding his small garden. He turns his gaze to her, glowering as she moves forward, grabbing his elbow and slinging it over her shoulders.

“And you need to get to your house…that’s yours, right?” She smiles gently at him and leads him forward slowly, stopping when he winces, his torso tensing, and leans over slightly to hold his abdomen. This happens every few seconds. The trip takes a lot longer than it should’ve because of this and he casts angry glances at her every now and then, but as the color drains from his face more, and his shirt becomes stickier and more damp, his expression turns more neutral when she opens the door. He collapses on the couch once she takes him to it and he grunts, covering his face when she kneels down by him, trying to inspect him. He mumbles weakly, waving her away and curling away from her, y/n frowns, her head tilting as she places her hand on his shoulder, rubbing gently, not expecting the low grunt that he lets out as he relaxes slightly under her touch. “You’re really tense…what the hell happened to you?” He groans, curling into more of a ball and sticking his hands in between his legs, closing his eyes.

“I said leave me alone.” His voice comes out a growl and y/n scoffs.

“Is that supposed to intimidate me? What are you gonna do, threaten me to death? You can barely even keep your eyes open.” His jaw clenches at her boldness and he peeks one eye open, turning his head over to her.

“You think I’m trying to be intimidating?” He mumbles, unable to raise his voice any louder.

“Yes,” y/n frowns as she looks down at the gashes in his shirt, “even if you are, I can’t leave you like this. You’ll die.” He laughs dryly, stretching his legs out as his hands suddenly jerk from their position and he grabs the collar of her shirt, swiftly pulling her as he stands and twisting to pin her to the couch.

“You think I couldn’t hurt you?” His voice comes out rougher, his eyes flashing as he glowers down at her, “you think I wouldn’t hurt you? You don’t fucking know me, so don’t act like you do.”

“I- I’m just trying to help you,” y/n pushes at him, surprised by his sudden bout of strength, “you’re out here all alone and I felt bad- you’re bleeding out,”

His eyes seem to turn a lighter hue of brown at this, almost flashing as he snarls, pushing her harder against the couch. “What? So, you think I’m some wounded animal, is that it? Some poor street dog in need of help? I’m. Not. An. Animal.” His voice grows deep and he leans close to her, “and I don’t want or need your help, you shouldn’t have ever come here in the first place!” His breathing grows more ragged and y/n’s eyes widen in concern when blood drips from his abdomen down onto her crisp white shirt.

“I- please, I didn’t mean that- you’re hurting yourself, you need to stop-”

“I don’t need your help!” He pushes up off her, stumbling away from the couch and leaning against the table, breathing raggedly. “You need to leave, now.” Y/n stands up, her eyebrows knitting together.

“And let you die?”

“You don’t know me.”

“I’m talking to you right now!” He’s surprised by her counter, turning around to meet her gaze as his chest rises and falls with each breath. “And you need to stop being so rude to people who are trying to help you!” She moves forward, jabbing her pointer finger into his chest. “I’m just trying to make sure you don’t bleed to death- I��m doing you a favor, and you are treating me horribly!” He shrinks back slightly at this, lowering his gaze as his eyes darken again, taking on their normal hue as a tormented look flashes across his face. Something else flashes in his eyes briefly before his face is unreadable again and he sits down on the couch.

“You really are stubborn, aren’t you?” His tone is flat, but his lips quirk up slightly as he watches he move forward.

“Do you have any bandages?” He shrugs towards one of the oak cabinets. Y/n hums slightly, moving quickly as she shakes her head. “What did you mean by you did this to yourself?” He blanches slightly, looking down as he tugs at his shirt sleeve.

“I…got into a fight.” Y/n quirks an eyebrow as she sets the supplies on the table, kneeling in front of him.

“With who?”

“Uh, well…not a fight, exactly…” He stumbles over his words, avoiding her gaze as her eyebrows furrow.

“Then what was it?”

“Why are you asking so many questions,” although his tone is harsh, his demeanor is completely different from before, his shoulders hunched slightly. He looks tired, his face almost sunken in, the dark circles under his eyes somehow looking darker. Y/n scoffs.

“I’m asking a lot of questions because first, it was you did this to yourself, now it’s a fight? Are you sure you didn’t hit your head? Do you need to see a doctor?” His gaze turns to her once again as he shakes, paling slightly and gritting his teeth, rolling his eyes. She clasps her hands, trying to compose herself as she stands in front of him. “So, bandages?” The man almost snarls, his eyes turning light brown as the light catches them when his head tilts.

“You shouldn’t worry about me. Please, I’ll be fine. Just leave. It’s late, your family is probably worried about you.” Y/n bites her lip, thinking of her father- the strange man was right, he probably was worried. But still, her heart aches slightly at the thought of leaving- although she doesn’t know why. She looks away. “Are you listening to me?” As soon as it had vanished, his temper is back, roaring to life as he stands up, any weakness or pain from earlier seeming to seep away as his arm swings out and he takes hold of her forearm, dragging her against her will to the doors they came in. “Have you been listening at all?” He shoves the large, meticulously decorated doors open and throws her forward, still moving out as she lands at the top of the long staircase, her head snapping to look up at him. “You are not welcome here.” His fists clench at his side, fire burning in his eyes as he watches her. “I don’t need help from anyone, just leave me alone. Leave and forget you ever found this place- if you come back, I swear you will regret it. I won’t be as patient as I was this time, you understand me?”

Y/n stands up, her vision slightly blurry with unwanted tears. “You know, you won’t get anywhere in life if you’re going to be this horrible to everyone!” She glares at him slightly, blinking and turning away. She takes a few steps down the stairs, her heart thudding when she hears him sigh slightly, hears his footsteps, and she turns to see him heading back in the house. “You wanna know something?” He turns, his eyes calmer now, his demeanor tired, shoulders once again hunched as he holds his abdomen, his expression twisted. “I feel sorry for you,” her voice turns soft and she looks away. “I mean, you must be lonely, there doesn’t seem to be anyone else with you.” She smiles softly. “It wouldn’t kill you to be a little more welcoming, you know?” Before he can answer, she turns and bounds down the stairs, moving quickly to get back home, guilt stinging her heart at how worried her father must be.

He watches her, his eyes narrowing slightly as she leaves before he turns, pushing the door open and stumbling inside, shutting it behind him and quickly making his way over to the large, dark mahogany bed frame, collapsing onto the black silken sheets and curling into a ball, clutching at his stomach as he whines lowly. Light slowly appears, a strange warmth engulfing him and he peeks out, sighing as his gaze lands on the candle that stands near him.

“Yoongi?” He sits up, regarding the group that surrounds him.

“Hoseok.” Yoongi replies, clenching his jaw and looking away from him. “What are you all doing here?”

A small teacup with a chipped rim is near it, and it shifts slightly. “We were worried about you, Yoongi. That last transformation…it seemed like you got really hurt.” His gaze turns down to the cup and Yoongi sighs, laying on his back.

“Jimin, Hoseok, leave me alone. I’ll be fine. I always am.” He scoffs.

“Yoongi…you know you’re running out of time. I know you don’t like to talk about it, but th-” Yoongi sits up quickly, his gaze flicking to the candle.

“Leave now, before I douse you with water,” he turns his attention to the small chinaware that the candlestick had tilted to the side, the three cylinders holding the candles now blocking the cup from view. “Leave.” Yoongi turns, laying down and staring up at the ceiling. “And don’t ever mention that again,”

He knows they are gone without even checking, and he crosses his arms, closing his eyes at the slightly uncomfortable feeling of his wounds healing and closing over on their own accord. Of course, he couldn’t really die. Not yet.

After all, it wouldn’t be a curse if he could escape it so easily.

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rapmonphile · 7 years

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i was tagged by: @je0n thank you sm!! (this blog is actually the sideblog for metamorphxgus so i’m just gonna post it here!)

rules: answer some questions and then tag 20 mutuals you want to get to know better! but idk if i’ll actually tag all 20 t b h

nicknames: i used to have a friend who called me “mags” and now people don’t rly call me it irl but i use it online~~

gender: female

star sign: aries

height: 5'8"-ish, which is like 172 cm

time rn: as I’m typing it’s 8:17 pm est

last thing i googled: “rocky top lyrics” (o yikes)

favorite bands: one direction (fight me ??), bts, the 1975, twenty one pilots, bastille, nirvana

fave soloists: uhm AGUST D????, um……. I’m kinda at a loss rn….. i guess i mostly listen to bands

last movie i watched: i saw beauty & the beast in theaters on saturday but i watched zootopia @ home last night

last show i watched: either full house or chopped

when did you create your blog: i’ve had my main since 2012 but i made this blog in like., late january?

what do you post: mostly bangtan with some mystic messenger

when did your blog reach its peak: i’ve had a couple of kinda (?) popular posts but i hope it hasn’t peaked yet lmao

do you have other blogs: yeah my main and i also have a su/gravity falls blog but it’s pretty inactive nowadays

do you get asks regularly: no but i love getting them

why did you choose your url: bc i love namjoon more than life y'all

following: 154

posts: 1,789 on this blog and almost 100k on my main

hogwarts house: gryffindor

pokemon team: i’ve never played pokemon bc i don’t understand it :/

fave colors: mint green, peach, forest green, oxblood, and esp PINK

average hours of sleep: 7-ish on school nights and 9-10 on weekends lmao

lucky numbers: it used to be 5 but now i think it’s 7

fave characters: sherlock holmes (bbc), newt scamander, neville longbottom, remus lupin, does jumin han from mysme count? the beast from batb (2017) sue me ok ok ok, holtzmann from ghostbusters (2016) bc i’m gay, mulan, hiccup from httyd, dipper pines, pearl from su, yes i watch a lot of cartoons,

what am i wearing right now: grey leggings and a t-shirt from my university

how many blankets do you sleep with: i sleep w a sheet, woven blanket, comforter, and another fuzzy blanket on top bc i love to be a snuggly bug

dream job: i wish i knew bc then i’d be able to pick a fucking major

dream trip: i just wanna live in seoul for like 6 months but i also wanna go to london and hawaii and the PNW and literally everywhere i can go bc i’ve never really traveled that far away before

i’m tagging: @i-am-min-yoongi-trash / @mattgeorgeadamross / @chigguks / @deelovescats / @did-you-mean-mistake-messenger / @backseatofthetourbus / @chibi—hana / @stifffkittens

#yeah i didn't end up tagging all 20 lmao but i like you guys and i want to get to know u better!!#also if you don't want to do this don't worry about it and sry for bugging you ~~~#i was tagged

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rosie-moons · 3 years

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Beauty and the Beast 1 {} Tale as Old as Time || myg

~Pairing: worstboyfriendever!yoongi x travelenthusiast!reader

~Genre: Angst with a sprinkle of fluff

~Word Count: 3.4k

~Warnings: yoongi being the worst boyfriend 😥😥😥, reader crying 😔😔😔, very cliche scenes, a breakup (not the major part though), yoongi crying 😢😢😢, yoongi cheating on reader (YOONGI I SWORE IF YOU HURT OUR OC LIKE THIS I WOULD PUNCH YOU TILL YOU BLEED but you’re saved for the sake of this story 😡😡😡), reader being too forgiving, swearing

~A/N: well. i just had to give you guys angst after dp, didn't i? i know yoongi's stupid in here but pls don't get mad at him bc he's my bb and i love him too much 🥺. also HOMOPHOBES STAY AWAY, CHOHEE AND NARI ARE MY BABES AND I'LL PROTECT THEM NO MATTER WHAT!

~''~

In your relationship, Yoongi had always been the beast.

Missing dates, drinking at the bar and getting wasted almost every night, overall just fucking around… it was common sense that this was what boyfriends were supposed to do, right?

“Right.” was what you always thought- that boys were uncaring and stupid and undeserving of any love.

Well, any love except for yours.

Somehow, Yoongi always thought that you didn't deserve him, that you were the ugly, cold-hearted beast, that you were supposed to love him without anything in return.

And you always thought he was right; forgiving him after his sobbing apologies again and again, taking care of him after drunken nights again and again, convincing yourself that he really did love you again and again- until you decided this couldn’t go on.

No, you had a life outside of Yoongi.

You had dreams.

You had friends, a good social life, a whole group of boys who’d give you the universe if it meant you could be with them.

Why did you choose Yoongi though?

Why not any of those boys, some of whom were more attractive, more caring, treated you better?

~’’~

“Soulmates,” your best friend Nari huffed, turning her head to look at you. You were having a long-anticipated spa night together, cool cucumber slices resting on your tired eyes and some sort of coconut scented oatmeal mush plastered over your face. “You gotta stop believing in that shit, Y/N.”

You sighed.

“I’m trying, okay? It’s just that… I think… I think believing that one day someone will love you for eternity is better than living every day in heartache. At least it gives you hope, a reason to smile, I guess. Don’t you think so too?”

Nari paused for a minute, nodding subtly as she chowed on a cucumber slice. “Now that I think about it, I guess you’re right…”

You smiled, proud that you’d convinced her.

“...but nah, I still think you should face reality more than your imagination, you really have your head up in the clouds too much. All those fairytales- you know why they’re called fairytales and not realistic tales or something? Because they’re just to lull kids to sleep, all that perfect romance doesn’t exist,” her expression softened. “Hey, I really didn't mean to upset you... I was just- are you thinking about him again?”

You shut your eyes tightly, trying to stop the overflow of tears threatening to spill out. “I… no, I’m not. I just… I don’t…”

“Hey, Y/N, it’s alright…” She immediately scrambled off her massage chair, coming over to yours and pulling you into her arms. “He’s a stupid fucker who doesn’t deserve you. There’s so many good guys who’ll die to be with you, Y/N, I’m sure even Seventeen’s Mingyu would date you if you gave him a chance. Really!”

You sniffled, burying your face in your friend’s chest. “Not everyone’s obsessed with Seventeen like you, Nari.”

“Well,” She hmph’ed. “Are there any K-pop groups you like, then?”

“No.”

“How about TXT? Enhypen? Astro? You like none of them?”

“Enhypen’s okay, I guess…”

“There we go! Okay, okay, who’s your favorite member?”

“The one with the really nice smile.”

“All of them have nice smiles, Y/N. Do you know his name?”

“Uh… Sun-something. I think his last name is Kim.”

“Sunoo? You like Sunoo? OMG! OMG! MY BEST FRIEND LIKES SUNOO!” Nari jumps off the massage chair, making “whoop whoop” noises as she dances across the spa room.

A beautiful raven-haired spa attendant creaks open the door, stepping in. “Hello, ladies. I hope you’re enjoying your evening. I just heard… something, and was wondering if you’re doing okay.”

Nari freezes with her left foot still in the air, arms bent in an awkward position. She coughs, blushing as she scrambled to a standing position. “Yes, um, we’re doing fine. Thank you, er…” Her eyes flicker down to the attendant’s nametag, “Chohee ♥” scribbled in pretty cursive handwriting. “...Chohee.”

You flashed your signature wide smile, giving her a thumbs up. “Yep! Nari just gets excited easily, everything’s okay!”

She smiles back, pretty pink lips devoid of any lip gloss or lipstick. “Alright, then. Call me if you need anything!”

“Wait!” Nari calls after her as she proceeds to shut the door. “How are we supposed to call you if we don’t have your number?”

Chohee laughs awkwardly. “Oh… haha… I meant, like, physically call me, not, like, with a phone… haha… but… I mean… like...” She takes a page from the tiny notebook in her pocket, writing something on it. She hands it over to Nari. “Here’s my number, just don’t… spam me… or anything… um…” She clears her throat. “I hope we can… be… friends… or… something…”

Nari smiles shyly, accepting the paper. “Yeah… thanks, Chohee. Um, it was great meeting you…”

They giggle dumbly together before a shrill “CHOHEE! WE HAVE CUSTOMERS WAITING, YOU KNOW!” interrupts the glassy moment. Chohee immediately jumps back into professionalism, clearing her throat. “Sorry, uh… Nari…? Was that it?”

Nari nods.

“Yeah. Nari. Um, I have to go…”

“Oh, we shouldn’t be interrupting your work, should we?” She laughs. “Thanks for… uh… everything…”

“No problem.” They giggle again. “I really have to get going though… Bye.”

“Bye, Chohee.”

“CHOHEE SEO! IF YOU DON’T GET YOUR BUTT OVER HERE NOW YOU’RE FIRED! DO YOU HEAR ME?”

Chohee’s eyes widen. “Oop, gotta go. Bye!” She runs off, Nari yelling one last “BYE!” as she waves.

When she finally closes the door and meets your eyes, she’s practically jumping up and down, heated cheeks glowing a fiery red.

You quirk an eyebrow. “Now do you believe in fairytale love?”

She coughs, picking at a scratchy stud on her arm. “I… no… I mean… maybe…”

You clap your hands once, grinning as you watch your friend’s face burn hotter. “Well, would you look at that! For once, I’m not the one that’s crazily in love and stupidly giddy!”

“Stop, Y/N!” She whines, playfully hitting your arm. “And plus, um, our face masks are hardening. It’s time to wash them off. I’m going to the bathroom. Um. Bye!”

And she’s taking off towards the bathroom, the sound of running water jolting you from your thoughts about… him.

Yoongi.

You bite your lip, wondering how pathetic you could possibly be. He doesn’t love you. He probably has a girlfriend and is about to get engaged. He probably doesn’t even remember you.

You look up at the blinding white ceiling, the soothing forest sounds playing from the speaker you forgot about now your only source of comfort.

Because the last two were “probably”’s, but the first one was a fact- Yoongi didn’t love you, and he never did.

~’’~

“For the last time, Nari, I’m 100% sure she likes you back. Just text her, tell her to meet up with you, confess at some cute caf-”

“No, Y/N! You don’t get it, I’m, like, really, really sure she likes the coffee shop server we met the other day, they were practically making out and- oh god, don’t even remind me about the lovey dovey googly eyes!” Nari stomps her foot childishly as you sigh for the upteenth time.

“Nari, just-” Your eyes widen, a brilliant yet sneaky-ish idea popping into your head. “Actually, it’s okay if you don’t want to just yet. I advise you to go take a shower though, wouldn’t want to be stinky, right?”

“But I’m not going anywhere special-”

“HAHAHAHAHA it doesn’t matter HAHAHAHA just go, go take a shower, go go go right now!”

“You’re acting weird…”

“HAHAHAHA am I now?”

“Um. Yeah. Alright. I’ll go shower. Bye.”

“BYE!”

“You’re being very enthusiastic.”

“Am I?”

“Yeah… bye though.”

It was an ordinary Saturday morning with Nari lounging at your place, complaining that Chohee wasn’t paying attention to her. So you’d tried to convince her to confess- which didn’t work, by the way.

Anyway, with Nari now in the shower and screaming along to “Chandelier” by Sia, you were ready to launch your plan into action.

Swiping her phone off the counter, you typed in the password (which she’d told you, as you told her yours as well) as fast as your glittery fake nailed thumbs could manage, plastic click-clacking against the oil-smudged screen. Nari had a habit of never washing her hands before texting, even after some good ol’ cheetos or fried chicken.

You click on the Textalk app and swipe down until you find Chohee’s contact (written “Chohee baby ♥❦✶⭑").

10:42 am

Nari Lee said: hey chohee :) u there? Chohee baby ♥❦✶⭑ said: nari Chohee baby ♥❦✶⭑ said: r u ok Nari Lee said: of course im ok :D Chohee baby ♥❦✶⭑ said: O-o hmm but u never use emoticons Nari Lee said: oh i just found out that i like them haha

10:43 am

Chohee baby ♥❦✶⭑ said: *raises eyebrow* Chohee baby ♥❦✶⭑ said: ok yeah im here, wassup? Nari Lee said: so… i was just wondering if ur free today for lunch, i have something to say to u Chohee baby ♥❦✶⭑ said: oh yeah ofc! where?

10:44 am

Nari Lee said: um how about magnolia cafe? @12? Chohee baby ♥❦✶⭑ said: awesome! ill be there <3 Nari Lee said: sweet!

~’’~

“So…” You say, casually sliding into Nari’s room. She’s in a fluffy white bathrobe, brushing her hair and singing to herself. “What do you say for lunch at the Magnolia Cafe today?”

She shrugs. “Why not? I just showered, anyway.”

You smirk evilly. “Great! Make sure to put on some makeup and wear something nice.”

“Got it!”

~’’~

“Y/N!” Nari whisper-yells to you. “What in the name of my fuckin’ soggy underwear is Chohee doing here?!”

You hum, unbothered, as you skim over the menu. “How should I know? Anyway, I’m going to order some brunch. How about you?”

“Y/N! Ugh, shut the fuck up, I’m having a life threatening crisis right now! And why is she looking at me? And waving?”

You just smirk, shrugging. “Oops, gotta use the toilet. Bye!” You then dash off towards an empty table right behind theirs, wanting to laugh like a commando mad scientist. Your plan was done, and now it’s just time to see if it works.

Chohee walks over to Nari, and you see her visibly gulp. “Hey, Nari! You said there was something important you wanted to say to me?”

“Uh… I don’t… no? I don’t have anything to say?”

“Oh? Ah, I see. You’re making it suspenseful. Haha, I think I’ve had enough suspense. Spill!”

“Um… I like omelets?”

“What?”

“I… I like plants?”

“Excuse me?”

“Uh, I like you- WHAT AM I SAYING?!” Nari’s hand flies up to cover her mouth. Chohee furrows her brows.

“You… like me? Like, like like me? As more than a friend?”

“I-”

Chohee leans over the table and kisses her full on the lips, the sight so endearing you chuck out your phone and snap 18 photos. When they separate, Chohee’s grinning, Nari’s face a dark crimson and her bottom lip trembling. She touches it.

“You… kissed… me…”

“Mhm.”

“So does that mean-”

“I’d love to go out with you, Nari.”

And they’re giggling again.

~’’~

“HAVE A SAFE TRIP!!” Nari and Chohee call after you for the 26th time, waving like maniacs. You smile.

“I WILL!”

This was going to be the most exciting 2 weeks of your lifetime- you were going to Italy.

Italy.

~’’~

The small coffee shop is cute, light Italian jazz music playing in the background. The wooden walls are adorned with pictures of the owner’s family, the sweet smell of coffee beans drifting in the air.

To put it simply, it’s perfect.

Perfect for an exhausted coffee lover like you.

“A latte, please-” You pause when the server furrows his brow.

“You… eh… wan’ coffee wit’ milk, no? Not jus’ milk?”

“I mean, um…” You immediately pull up your phone and type into Google Translate. “... caffe latte.”

He nods. “Non c’e problema!” And a minute later, your latte is in your hands, the delicious smell wafting up your nostrils.

You sit down on a cushioned seat, marveling at the decorations and how cozy and warm it makes you feel. Taking a sip of your drink, you smile.

The moment is peaceful and happy, the chatter of the other customers fading in your ears as you just smile. No one to interrupt your daydreaming, no one to come over and call your name-

“Y/N?”

Your eyes shoot up, a familiar pair of cat-like ones staring at you. His hair is black as night, swept carelessly against his perfect forehead. His cute pink lips are jutted out in a tiny pout, pale moonlight skin practically shining. He’s ethereal, and hasn’t changed one bit.

“Y/N?” He says again, tilting his head slightly.

“O-oh. Um. Hey, Y-Yoongi, um, didn’t expect to see you here…” You laugh nervously, scratching the back of your head.

He laughs too, sitting down in the seat opposite yours with a black espresso in his hands. “Yeah, I found a job here. You?”

“I’m on vacation.”

“Cool.”

You stare at each other, having nothing to say. It’s like you want to stretch this moment out forever, stretch it until it erases all the horrible things he said and did to you.

He speaks again. “How long has it been?”

“What?”

He closes his eyes, clasping the mug between his hands tightly. “How-how long has it been- since I last saw you?”

You look down at your lap. “2 years.”

Silence.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.”

Your eyes start to wet, a lone tear slipping past your eyelids. There was no barrier now, more droplets following the first one’s lead and cascading down your cheek. “Stop.”

He doesn’t stop, instead choosing to nab at your heartstrings with more words. “I’m so sorry, I only realized how bad I fucked up when you left… I never stopped thinking about you, Y/N, I thought about you every fucking day-”

“Stop it now-”

“And I realized that I love you more than anything, that you were the treasure I held onto without even knowing I valued you that much. Why do you think I chose to come to Italy? Because I knew it was always your dream to visit here, and I hoped I would run into you somehow. I lived like that, in heartbreak and hope and desperate love and whatever the fuck else every single day, just praying you’d forgive me, praying that you’d come here and tell me that you still love me-”

“Yoongi.” You stand up, slamming the table. Your chest is heaving, breathing heavily as you try to take in everything that he said. “Stop. It. Stop saying sorry. “Sorry.” So what? Sorry won’t help anything, I don’t love you and we are over. In fact, there is not even a “we” anymore. You are you and I am me, completely separate, all ties cut, whatever you want to call it.”

“Y/N-” Yoongi’s voice is desperate, those forlorn eyes swimming with melancholy. You cut him off.

“Shut up, Yoongi!” His lip trembles, looking up at you. You feel a pang of guilt, but throw it away along with all your other feelings. Everyone at the coffee shop is looking at you two, the server mumbling something.

You don’t care.

No, you don’t care about anything.

Not about how much you missed him, how much your heart ached, how much you wanted to just fling yourself into his arms and kiss him- convinced he was a changed man.

Not about how he was pleading you right now, fat droplets rolling down his blanched cheeks as he whispered “I love you”’s over and over again.

Not about how the coffee shop server was hurriedly jogging towards you, incomprehensible Italian filling the air.

This was supposed to be a safe place.

The sweet scent and lulling conversations you fell in love with just moments ago, replaced with bitter words and the sound of tears.

You don't care.

Why are you crying, then? Why are those salty droplets cascading down your face? Why are you fighting so hard between your heart and your brain, trying to decide which to listen to?

Should you take him back, act like nothing has happened like your heart tells you to? Or should you give him the ignorance he deserves, leave the coffee shop and try to forget about this whole catastrophe like your brain says?

"Do you love him? Yes, you do. So choose me, your heart."

"Choose me, Y/N, your brain. I'm telling you to be rational."

You shut your heart out, brain taking over control. Yoongi deserves this. This of indifference, apatheticness, maybe even hatred.

“I don't love you, Yoongi.”

And you were out.

~''~

That night in your hotel room, you cry and cry and cry until the familiar “ding a ling ding a ling ding a ling ding dong” of a Textalk video call wakes you up from your thoughts.

You pick up, wiping all your tears until there is no trace of them left. “H-hey, Nari,” You hiccuped.

“Y/N, what is going on?” Nari’s eyebrows are furrowed as she tries to read your face. “It’s the first day of your dream vacation and you’re crying? Tell me what happened, please.”

“Yeah, you don’t look too good…” Chohee chimes in, sticking her head into the screen. “Don’t tell me you were robbed or something? Oh, no. No no no no. Please let it not be that.”

You smile halfheartedly, trying to change the subject. “Hey, Chohee. Staying the night?”

She nods, concern still painted over her face. “Mhm. But that’s not important, can you please just tell us what happened? It’s okay if it’s something small or stupid, we’re your friends and we’ll be here for you no matter what. We’re just… really concerned, and-”

“Yoongi.” Nari says suddenly, eyes wide.

“W-what? Y-Yoongi? What- what about him? I-I mean, I d-didn’t run into him, I-I’m just a-asking…” Your eyes are wider than cantaloupes, praying she wasn’t some psychic and had mystical powers or whatever.

She sits up from her previous lying-on-her-stomach position abruptly, looking at your stunned state. “Yoongi… do you remember he said he always wanted to visit Italy? He… was he there? Did you run into him?”

You are unable to speak, stuttering as your lip trembles. “Y-yes.”

Chohee and Nari both scream.

“THE WHAT?!”

“YOU RAN INTO YOONGI?!”

“Guys!” You yell, trying to somewhat calm them down (although you needed calming down yourself, too). “Stop! It wasn’t much, okay? Just- just some… talking, and then I left! That’s all!”

They look at each other, not sure whether to believe your explanation or not. Chohee opens her mouth a few times, as though pondering if she should speak or not- and no words come out.

“Really!” You exclaim, trying to convince them. You throw your hands up into the air for exaggeration, trying your hardest to look like you’re telling the truth. “We were like, um, best friends! Like nothing happened! And the coffee server didn’t come and shoo us out! He didn’t! And Yoongi didn’t cry or apologize or anything!”

Nari sighs. “Look, Y/N. I’m only saying I believe you because if I don’t you’ll bug me forever. But seriously, as your best friends, Chohee and I hereby promise to smack Yoongi in the face and shove skunk poop up his pretty nose. Right?” she looks at Chohee expectantly.

Chohee nods. “Yep. And don’t forget about the eating facial cream and drowning in turnip juice part. Y/N, I don’t care who it is, but if they dare to hurt you I will not hesitate to knock their teeth out.”

“If they even dare to insult you in any way, I’ll help Chohee knock their teeth out. I'll do most of the work, obviously, since... actually…” Nari pauses, biting her lip as she thinks. “Maybe, if it’s Mingyu that insults you, I’ll let him go…”

Chohee smacks her arm, rolling her eyes as Nari yelling a loud “what was that for?”. “For heaven’s sake, Nari! That totally ruined the moment.”

Nari shrugs, shooting Chohee a glare. “What, are we shooting a drama or something?”

You smile, looking down into your lap as your two friends bicker and give each other friendly smacks.

Maybe, just maybe, this world wasn’t unfair to you after all- you found happiness outside of Yoongi and the world of romance.

Maybe.

~''~

Okay. I did okay with the ending, right???? I did okay with the plot, right???? I didn't make Yoongi too horrible, right????

Right.

Okay.

Welp, anyway, remember to check my blog for updates on when part 2 is coming!

-*+ Rose +*-

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rosie-moons · 3 years

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Wednesdaydee Updatees 3!

Hello! It's Rose ^.^

Beauty and the Beast has been really fun to write (so far... the angst hasn't kicked in yet) and I hope I can put it out by September! I'm not sure though, unexpected things happen and I'm not the type to have an organized schedule planned.

Anyway, here are the updatees for this week:

>> I am working on BATB, and it is going to be longer than I thought. I'm already at 1k words, and the main plot hasn't even started yet 😳

KKK, that's all for this Wednesdaydee!

-*+ Rose +*-

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rosie-moons · 3 years

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Wednesdaydee Updatees!

Hi everyone!! It's Rose ^.^

I received a lottttt- to me, at least- of hearts on my first fic (doggy paddling || jjk. feel free to read if you haven't already!) and I'm so so so happy right now!

Now, let's get to my Wednesdaydee Updatees:

>> I'm thinking of a new Yoongi series called "Beauty and the Beast", which I added in my masterlist already but haven't started writing. It's going to be extreeeeeeeeeemely angsty, so prepare your tissues peeps!

The thing is... I don't know if I should write it. It all just started with a teensy little idea in the shower, and I don't know if I could make it all work. I neeeeed your feedback on this, please comment OR send me an ask!

>> My favorite character to write for in Doggy Paddling was actually neither oc or Jungkook, but Lumianne! She was just so witty yet caring (I hope you could tell that she's really kind to Y/N and JK) and it was reaaaaally fun to write all of her hair colors lol.

Let's also not forget Calvin.

Anyway, if you enjoyed these characters and would like to know a bit more about them and what's going on behind closed doors (wink wonk) please send me an ask or comment and I'll try (key word: try) to write a short mini from their perspective!

KKK, that's all for this Wednesdaydee!

-*+ Rose +*-

#bts jungkook #jungkook x you #jungkook oneshot #jungkook #jungkook fluff #bts fluff #bts x reader #bts oneshot #wednesdaydee updatees #batb yoongi

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rosie-moons · 3 years

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Wednesdaydee Updatees 2!

Hi! It's Rose ^.^

First of all, thank you for all the support on my Beauty and the Beast teaser, it really means a lot!

Now, to the updatees:

>> Beauty and the Beast is IN PROGRESS! Yes, finally, ya girl has written the first few paragraphs after delaying for a long time becauase of... *cough cough*... hEcTiC sChEdUlEs (...not. I was just lazy, okay???)

>> Would you guys like me to write more angst or fluff? Like, which genre would you prefer more? Asks or comments are greatly appreciated!

KKK, that’s all for this Wednesdaydee!

-*+ Rose +*-

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jiminisjamin · 5 years

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~ Lusus Naturae Part One ~

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Rating: Flangst

Warnings for Chapter: Language

Title: A Man Among Men

Word Count: 1,435

Yoongi’s Song: (All credit goes to the video linked; the owner of this video worked very hard so definitely give it a like and listen to/watch the video) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F1TalSEiKLo

“Y/n,” his voice is much too loud, his gaze anything but kind as he looks down at her, a smug, self-assured smirk on his face as he crosses his arms over his chest. His eyebrows pull together as he stares down at her chest- or, the book that she cradles in her arms- and he reaches out, grabbing it from her and holding it carelessly, flipping through the pages and squinting at it. “What is this?” He asks, his grin widening when she takes it back from him and wipes it off as if to clean it of his touch, backing up against the brick of the library she had just left.

“A book,” her voice is light but her gaze is unkind when she looks up at him, “surely you’ve seen one before?” His face twists slightly at her comment and he raises his eyebrows to try and soften his expression.

“That’s not what I meant, dear,” he reaches forward, pushing a strand of her hair behind her ear as he smiles. “What are you doing with it, anyway?”

“Reading it?” He scoffs again at her attitude and this time his eyes roll slightly.

“Obviously- that’s not what I meant.”

“It’s what you said,” y/n hugs the book closer to her chest. “What do you want, Seokjin?” He smiles at his own name, his eyes lighting up slightly as he leans closer to her, placing his hands on either side of her, backing her up against the wall and leaning in.

“You,” he whispers, “I thought that was obvious?” His gaze trails down her neck, his lips turning up in another obnoxious smirk, “I’ve always made that clear, haven’t I?” Y/n’s nose scrunches in disgust and she turns her face away from him.

“I have to go, Seokjin,” she says, ducking under his arm and picking up her pace as she heads towards the forest. “I was going to read,” she shakes the book at him.

“Should a girl like you really go out into the woods all by herself?” Seokjin calls out, moving forward and reaching out to grab her wrist. “It doesn’t seem very safe. I could accompany you- I’d keep you safe, y/n.” She pulls her hand out of his grasp and smiles tightly, shaking her head.

“No, I’m fine- thank you.”

Seokjin frowns as she turns away from him and heads down the overgrown, grassy path, scoffing as he turns away. “Namjoon, who does she think she is? No one says no to me.” He murmurs, turning his gaze to his friend- who seemed to appear almost out of thin air.

“I don’t know, Seokjin,” he mutters, “every guy here would love to be you.” Seokjin nods at that, and Namjoon continues, “there’s no man in town as admired as you. You're everyone's favorite guy, everyone's awed and inspired by you.” He pauses, his gaze falling on his friend. “And it’s not very hard to see why…” His voice trails off and Seokjin nods.

“Every girl in the village wants me,” he says, “except for her.” Namjoon shrugs.

“Maybe she doesn’t like guys!” Seokjin scoffs, tilting his head as he watches her fading form.

“Why go to the woods to read?” He frowns, scoffing slightly, “why read, when she could be on a date with me?” Namjoon laughs with him.

“She’s obviously not right in the head!” He begins, “to turn you down.” Seokjin smiles, seemingly pleased and turns away.

“I will have her,” he says, “she hasn’t turned me down yet. Not really.” Namjoon frowns at this.

“Why waste your time on her when you could have anyone?”

“Because, Namjoon,” Seokjin flashes him a wolfish grin, “she doesn’t want me. It’s a challenge. And I never lose.” Namjoon frowns but nods in agreement, his lips pursed slightly as he watches his friend basking in the attention of every girl nearby, yet somehow ignoring them at the same time. “Y/n will be mine, you’ll see.” He rolls his shoulders back and his grin fades. Seokjin glances behind his shoulder briefly before sighing. “I need a drink,” he states, “let’s go, Namjoon.”

Y/n sighs when she lowers her book, laying down on the grassy hill and closing her eyes, taking in a deep breath. Everything away from the town was always so peaceful, the only place she could find quiet besides the library- and she loved it.

The only sound is the quiet rustling of the leaves as the breeze blows gently, the scent of musk and nature carrying through the wind, along with a faint, magical sound. Y/n’s ears perk up at this and she shifts slightly, cracking her eyes open just a sliver to look around. Her mind slowly clears and she sits up slightly, glancing to the left where the sound seems to be coming from. She stands up slowly, entranced by the song- it wasn’t one she had ever heard before- and she walks forward, her head tilting slightly as she closes her eyes, attempting to let the sound guide her. She stumbles slightly and decides to open her eyes- walking blindly was a stupid idea anyway. She looks off in the distance and her eyes land on what looks like a mansion, not too much further away from that seems to be a small garden. Her head tilts as she moves forward slowly. “I’ve never seen this before,” she murmurs to herself, moving through the field quickly as the sun begins to set.

The song is still playing- over and over as she finally reaches the garden- her eyes fall on a piano sat in the middle of a brick circle, and a man sits at it, his head down and his body bent over slightly as he plays the piano. Y/n’s head tilts and she moves forward.

“Hello?” She calls out softly, “I don’t want to scare you- but I heard you playing- and well, I felt like…I needed to come here.” The second the sentence falls past her lips, she cringes, realizing how ridiculous it sounds. “I hope I’m not intruding.” The music stops and the man tilts his head slightly, his figure seeming to tense at the sound of her voice.

“You shouldn’t be here.” His voice is weak but rough and he turns slightly to glance over his shoulder. His eyes seem to glint at her in the darkness and her heart leaps in her chest as she takes one step back. “It’s not safe.” His voice is a little louder this time, more urgent as he stands up from the bench, a low groan rumbling in his chest. “Someone cou- could hurt you.” He stumbles toward the low brick wall and grabs it for support. “You need to leave, now.”

“I’m sorry,” she whispers, her gaze traveling up and down his body. He seemed far too small, his skin a little too pale and dark circles under his eyes, and when he moved his hand, her eyes stayed on the imprint of blood that it left. “I- a- are you, are you okay? You’re bleeding…” Y/n takes a few steps forward and the man pulls back quickly, knocking into the bench and falling over. A loud, pained wail falls past his lips as he curls around himself, pressing his hand into his stomach. “Oh my- hey!” She moves forward and places her hand on his shoulder, crouching next to him. “Can you stand? Is that your home?” The man whines in response, pushing himself up from the ground and breathing heavily.

“I don’t need your help.”

“I want to help.”

“I don’t need your help!” He growls, his eyes flashing dangerously as he looks over at her. “I don’t know why you thought you should come here- but it wasn’t my song. It wasn’t me. There’s nothing here for you- so you need to leave. Now.” Y/n stares at him as he staggers towards the castle and she frowns, waiting for him to move a few steps before walking over and helping him.

“I’ll help you get inside and patch your wounds.” His gaze falls on her again as he lets out a ragged breath. “You’re not in any condition to…I don’t even know what happened to you- what did this anyway?” His gaze drops to his stomach.

His black silk shirt is torn almost to the point of falling off his small frame. Blood seeps down his stomach from the large lacerations and punctures marring his skin and he let’s out a shaky breath, closing his eyes as images flash in his mind, yellow, glowing eyes filling his vision.

“I did.”

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