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drmflm · 2 years

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—summary: you were bestowed with a curse from the universe, but a chance encounter with a god led you to unlock the secrets behind it, bringing you a world rich with magic and love.

—pairing: god!minghao x gn!reader (ft. gods!ot12)

—word count: 4.7k

—genre: angst, fluff

—au: fantasy, gods, magic, reality warping, philosophical (this is so on brand lol)

—rating: pg-15

—warnings: poverty, mentions of corrupt government, mild mentions of war/bloodshed, death (immortal character outlives their family), loss, overprotective parental figure

—note: hi peeps! pls take your time while reading this one, as there’s lots of little things to find and connect in the smaller details!

—collab: this is for the seven kingdoms collab with @pjmsdior and @wonception !

You didn’t mean to upset the universe, it just so happened that the bread was worth it.

Euthymia was a wretched place, a place where poverty reared its ugly head in the empty bellies of most of its population, and corruption classified its political system. Spiritual beliefs and religious conflict tore apart so many families, friends, and even mere strangers, and brought forth so much bloodshed that your history would forever be painted red.

It made you think, that if the gods truly loved you, wouldn’t they have tried to stop you all? It made you question whether there was anything in this world that was worth saving, considering the fact that no matter what happened, all things ended up getting destroyed anyway.

Your hands conveyed your feelings, your lips sealed shut and unable to articulate the words that nestled themselves in your chest. As you bowed your head at the merchant—in an attempt to shroud your eyes from them—you noticed that your order was one piece short. However, speaking was forbidden for someone such as you. Hungry and desperate, you did not move, pointing to your order and holding up your fingers.

The merchant, with a vicious smile, simply pretended like they did not understand your concern, and urged the next customer forward. Huffing in defiance, you grabbed your piece of bread from the display, not caring at the merchant’s angry yells after you. You paid, and it was your bread.

However, at the sound of the merchant’s anger, the guards posted at the Square’s gates were on the alert. You felt the magic in the air swirl thickly around you, reading you and your intentions, your species, your nature…

But you blocked it all, ignoring the possibility of being discovered, instead opting to run towards the wall.

Now, here’s the thing. A lot of people thought that things in this world were unshakeable. Primarily because they assumed what was tangible was real. But sometimes reality was a twisted little thing, and as long as you knew how to dance, you and life could do quite the lovely tango.

Looking at the stone wall, you imagined it opening from side to side, to reveal the woods behind it, where a stone pathway led you into the dark and looming trees. As your vision came to life, you slipped through the closing doors before they closed, running straight down the path that was destined for you.

That was your first time warping reality.

When you were a little kid, your mother always told you that you had a gift. She said that it was something special, something that only a few very important people possessed.

At the time, you thought that was what every parent told their kid, but soon you came to the conclusion that, that wasn’t the case.

When you turned 10, your mother was forced to have you silenced forever.

…

“Y/n,” she said softly, cradling your face. Your small hands curled into fists at her visible distress, and you confusedly looked at her, wondering what was wrong. “I need you to do something for mama.”

“What’s wrong mama?” You asked, eyes glazed over with tears, lips glimmering like rubies in the light.

“Please just sit here for a little bit, and let her do the spell, okay?” She asked and you nodded slowly as she moved aside to let the witch perform the spell.

You were confused, but you let your mother go, on high alert as the spellcaster neared you. Her eyes were flecked with gold crystals and an owl pendant hung from her neck. She exuded an air of comfort, of wisdom. Nevertheless, the fear of the unknown was what prominently displayed on your face. You were afraid.

“By Order of the Great Euthymia, I hereby bestow the Silence of The Honoured upon thy child before me, to keep the balance of the elements and bring forth the peace and tranquility of all to the children of the stars.”

As you struggled to free yourself from the magical binds that slowly wrapped themselves around your lips, along your lungs and into your thoughts, you realized one very important thing about this world: sometimes, doing the right thing was doing the wrong thing to someone else.

…

You always thought it was silly, how your mother told you that you were so special and brilliant, and that was the reason why she had to silence you. It made you sick to think that this world wanted neither brilliant or exceptionally bad, but just the soulless middle that was neither too smart or dumb to stand out.

But then again, they needed sheep to herd, not a dragon to roar or a leech to drain. It made sense, in order to preserve the kingdom of the gods, but you knew, just as your mother did, that it would one day come crashing down, all because of you.

You would be the catalyst that started it all—that is, if you were allowed to speak.

Maybe it was because your mother loved you and wanted to protect you, or she simply feared the change you’d bring, but you were always treated so carefully by her, to the point where no matter what you did, you could never do it safely enough.

Whether it was eye contact or making skin-to-skin contact with another, any sort of interaction with anybody was forbidden by your mother. Of course, as you grew older she became more lenient, but the fear of harming anybody by being close to you was ingrained in you, and you struggled to unlearn the behaviours that were so deeply rooted into your mind.

Then again, sometimes reality liked to play with you, and who were you to refuse a dance?

Even if your mother told you, you were never allowed to play with the inner workings of the universe, it was as though it reached out to you, offering a gentle hand to coax you out to play with it.

And you were a creature driven by temptation, so you simply let it bring you along.

That said, your mother was right. If you played with it too much, someone was bound to notice. You weren’t entirely sure who that “someone” was, but you knew they were most definitely someone important. Like one of the gods.

And they weren’t one to be messed with.

Sometimes you found the path you were walking on gently leading you away from home, or the bread you bought missing. Other times, it was as though another’s presence loomed over you and watched your every move carefully.

These days though, when things were getting tough for you, you noticed the universe was darker than usual. And that was saying something, since these days it was always pretty grim.

As you walked down to the market, you heard a ruckus form behind you. Turning quickly, you noticed two people fighting over a merchant stand, heard the swarm of people crowding around to watch the fight, felt the glaring sun beat down on you, bright lights dancing along your vision as the magic began to grow thick in the air.

Too much stimulation for your heart to bear, you quickly walked away, feeling that chasm of imbalance grow further and further till a sinking feeling took hold over you.

Negative energy emanated along the city streets, and the more you walked down, the more a threat loomed over you. You felt the deep, dank energy all around you, trying to break past the barriers that surrounded you, trying to find a crack to seep into and coming up fruitless.

Why was the world so dark all of a sudden?

As you scanned the square, a second reality opened up in front of you, and you noticed a charcoal world, bleak and empty, smoke and ash gently filtering into your world from the portal in disarmingly large gusts.

As you stood, staring at the wall in disbelief, you noticed how the smoke affected the people who wandered close to it, their smiles slowly sinking into frowns.

Taking a deep breath of fresh air, you wandered closer to it, imagining a happier version of the scene in front of you, one with flowers and bluebirds chirping happily.

However, the portal would not budge, so instead, you changed your though process. Imagining the smoke extinguished, dark sky littered with clouds and rain, the ash slowly sinking to the ground, you opened your eyes to see the scene before you slowly turn from bitter smoke into rainy melancholy.

Sad, but feeling relieved at the change, you blinked rapidly a few times before continuing on your way through the wall into the square.

“Seems pretty gloomy out here, doesn’t it?” A voice asked from beside you. You looked over, before immediately looking away to avoid eye contact. “It’s as though everybody is diseased with sadness.”

He went silent before you felt him staring at you, “You don’t talk much do you? Well, that is okay. After all, sometimes silence is better.”

You were steadfast as you looked away, though it was tempting to imagine the owner of the voice, who had an interesting lilt to his voice, an accent you were unfamiliar with.

“Your aura shimmers brighter, unaffected, unlike those here. Are you not affected by the universe’s hands, young one?”

Your heart stopped at the implications of his words. No, you were not different. You were not young. You were the same, always the same.

You heard his feet crunch on the gravel as he neared you. Stepping back carefully, you made sure to keep your face shrouded beneath your hood.

“Tell me young one, what is your name?”

Tensing, you felt his magic fill the air, thick and prodding, something old and powerful. It was like the essence of you, a gaseous thing that was found only in the brightest stars.

He was one. Your heart skipped a beat.

This was one of the gods.

“Darling, it seems you bear the ‘Silence of the Honoured’,” he mused, before you felt the air between you tighten. “What must you be hiding in your heart, that you must be quieted by us for eternity?”

You closed your eyes in fear, fear because even though you could not speak, you were afraid you would be discovered, or worse, punished for your existence.

“Please, Cheol, let the poor thing go before they perish from your prying,” a second voice chorused. The man before you stepped back. “I doubt they know the truth of their existence themselves.”

The man, Cheol, just sighed, “The Silenced may not speak, but their heart would always confess its intentions. Always.”

“But there have been notable exceptions,” the voice mused, before another figure was heard approaching the two of you. “This is simply another one.”

“You know how exceptions work, Jeonghan,” Cheol sighed, before you felt their eyes return to you. “The universe does not appreciate them.”

“But who is the universe to refuse the will of Minghao?” Jeonghan asked, and you heard him laugh—something melodic and beautiful—at Cheol’s disdain. “Let them go, Cheol. This is not your affair to meddle in.”

The two of them were gods, you felt it deep within your bones. Turning your head to look at them, you watched as their eyes widened at the colour of your eyes.

Walking forwards, you bowed to them respectfully, before returning to stand and making a sign of respect, where you held your hands out in front of you, placing one in front of the other before retracting them slowly.

They simply stared at you as you wandered away, and you felt their eyes follow you the whole way back.

You smiled.

After that day, the universe grew more respectful of you. With every piece of bread you stole from the market, it seemed the square guards ran into more and more obstacles with every passing day.

At one point, the merchant eventually realized that taking advantage of your condition was a futile attempt, and began giving you what you paid for, and perhaps even a piece more, just to appease you.

You were satisfied with this, and were more than happy to enjoy the extra bread with your meals. Even though it was just you, the world was looking a little brighter as you meandered through your life.

That said, there was always a balance, and you were sure you would have a bad day soon enough to offset all the good ones you’d been having.

It was time.

While you were out in the woods, arms fully extended at your sides, you felt the presence of the gods before you. Ignoring them, you let your hands grow warm, bringing the fire along your arms, the water to your chest, and allowed the earth to crawl from the soles of your feet up the length of your legs. The air filled your skull, nourished it with the promise of magic.

As you twirled, your fire grew hotter, and you were aware of its beauty while you tangoed with the breeze, a performance for the creatures that dwelled in the trees, and also the gods.

When your twirl ended, you felt your vision return to you, revealing the secrets the universe tried to hide form your kind. Looking upwards, you saw them sitting upon their stars, staring you down from above.

As they appeared before you, you crossed your arms and raised your brows.

This time, instead of it just being the two of them, there were three additional deities with them. All of them were of course handsome, but in such a way that was untouchable and perfect. They seemed so regal that it made you feel self-conscious of any humanly imperfection you may have had.

“The more I watch you, the more I realize that you are so much more than an ‘exception’ of Minghao’s,” Cheol said, looking at you intently, crystalline green eyes glimmering with curiosity. “Just what are you?”

You grinned before shrugging your shoulders and turning your back on them. It was rude, and highly disrespectful to turn one’s back on the gods, but you didn’t care, because when you were one of the Silenced, there were a lot of things that you were able to do without regret.

“If I may, Cheol,” a voice spoke up. He was much taller, with two-toned eyes. “It seems that this one is destined for godhood.”

Your head whipped towards him then, and you stared at him with disbelief. He just stared back at you calculatingly, as though he was assessing whether his speculation was right.

“You think so?” Cheol asked, looking at you with renewed interest.

“Think about it, Cheol,” Jeonghan said, looking at you as well. “Doesn’t it make sense? Mingyu’s right, with that bright of an aura paired with that powerful magic? They are one of us, it is why we cannot see within their heart.”

“Because they don’t have one,” Mingyu said, looking at you interestedly. “They’re a star waiting for their time to rise.”

“Ah, remember those good old days of being a godling?” One of the others sighed, and the rest of them got dreamy looks in their eyes. “Truly the best time of my existence.”

“But we shouldn’t meddle any further,” Jeonghan said after a moment, returning his gaze to you. “If this is Minghao’s godling, then we mustn’t overwhelm them.”

And with that, you watched as they boarded their meteors and returned to the heavens.

When you watched them disappear into the distance, all you could think to yourself was, what the heck was that?

Even if their stifling presence was gone, and you were back to having good days, you couldn’t help but feel a shift in the world, and you were fraught with uncertainty of what that was.

While the days continued to pass by, you began to notice things more. Such as the fact that there were more owl sightings in your village—a sign of great wisdom being bestowed upon you—as well as the fact that everything you seemed to wear bore an owl symbol.

Whether it was a owl on the tag of your shirt, embossed on your pant button, or on the soles of your shoes, no mater where you went, you always had an owl symbol on you. You never really noticed it before, but with the recent owl sightings and your own superstitions coming into play, you couldn’t help but feel something was stirring in the universe.

And you were right, for the Government of Euthymia decided to increase the taxes in all the villages, as well as enforce stricter tax collection policies and punishments.

At that, your blood boiled in fury, and as the rest of your village accepted it easily, you were fraught with anger and disgust, feeling the fire in your arms flutter to life through your veins.

”Come to the forest,” a voice urged as you crumpled the poster into your fist. ”Your answer lies there.”

As a path opened up in front of you, you felt the fire light up your way before you even twirled, a testament to your growing powers and the power of your emotions.

When you got to your stage—a clearing that gave you enough space to practice freely, a man, no a god, was there waiting for you.

He was a different kind of god though, that much was clear. Unlike the untouchable beauty of the other gods, this particular god looked, and seemed, human. Balanced with human imperfection on his face, and softer lines on his face, he seemed stunningly beautiful, in such a human and natural way. Until you saw his eyes, that is.

Extending out his hands, you noticed how his glimmering gold eyes beckoned you forward. Taking his hands, he led you into a dance, and deep in the forest somewhere, music rang clearly throughout the trees.

“My darling, it has been a long time, has it not?” He asked, bringing you into a dip. “I’m impressed to see how much you’ve grown these past few years.”

As you looked back at him curiously, he chuckled as he scanned your face, “Indeed, I am sorry for your silence. Sometimes the human brain is a little too dense and says some things that are better off unspoken.”

You blinked slowly as his skin grew warmer, and his hair became a fiery red. His skin turned blue and deep in your head you heard the gentle whistling of air in your ears. Vines caressed your ankles, and with every swoop, there was a flower nestled against you.

This was him, Minghao, the God of Balance. Who also happened to be the god who blessed your soul with his magic.

In your dip, he paused, resting you against a bed of daisies, to gently tap a finger against your lips, “You may speak again, my love.”

At that moment, you felt the swift removal of the magical barriers that were embedded within your lips. Like the swift pull of a bow, the bonds fell apart, slowly unravelling to permit you language once more.

“Hello,” you whispered, in awe of the sensation of speaking.

“Hello dearest,” he greeted, before lifting you to stand on your own two feet. “It’s been a long, long time.”

You turned your head away from him, deep in thought, before returning your gaze to him, “why did you choose me as your godling?”

He just looked at you fondly, “there is simply a balance for all things. Periods of companionship and loneliness must be balanced in order to create a rich experience of both. Just as mortals, I too, require some companionship.”

You nodded, “I understand, but why me specifically?”

He didn’t answer your question, simply shrugging, “the universe always has its reason for things. I simply create things within its limits.”

“But the others said—“

He just laughed, “the others do not know the extent of my realm of magic. They simply know their realm of power, just as I know mine.”

He put his hands together, before pulling them apart and holding a garland of flowers from both his palms, “I work with reality, shifting the layers ever so minutely to balance the flow of time.”

He held the garland out to you, “I see and hear the inner workings of nature, of time. It talks to me, lets me know the way of the world.” He smiled with the knowledge of something heavy and unspeakable, “Even the ways that are better off unknown.”

You were mesmerized at his words, looking at him with pure awe and reverence, “how do you manage to carry that with you every where you go?”

He just looked at you, and gods forbid you ever think of it, but you could have sworn you saw the shimmer of tears in his crystalline gold eyes, “I don’t.”

As you met with Minghao in the forest every day, pockets getting significantly emptier with every tax increase, and the hunger thick in your bones, you were always reminded of the beautiful things in life.

The two of you tangoed—sweet, fiery moments that were hidden to the outside under the cover of the trees. The things you two would talk about were powerful, beautiful, and sometimes a little melancholy-tinted. Yet, at the same time, the ability to speak, and the honour of dancing with him, outshone the fear that was embedded within you.

Your inconsequential fears bestowed within you from your mother were still there, but the more you thought about it, the more you realized why you weren’t so affected by them. Why you felt so comfortable dancing in his arms. It was because you were home, home in the realm of godhood, in the arms of Minghao and the universe’s cradle.

When you were in the arms of a god, you came to realize that no matter how cursed you were, he would not care, his magic was capable of removing things far greater with just a tap of his finger.

“Minghao, I must ask you something,” you said softly as you leaned in closer to him. He hummed in response, before looking down at you sweetly.

“What is it my love?”

You took a deep breath, “The Government of Euthymia, they’re heartless and cruel. The people are suffering, the taxes are too high and people can no longer afford food or water.”

His eyes darkened, and a pained expression took over his face, “Y/n—“

“Is there nothing you or I can do to help?” You asked, stopping your steps and urging him to look at you.

He just shook his head, “I’m sorry, I truly am. But balance is something you must understand as a scale. With such a deplorable environment, I am sure that it is tough. But I promise you, it reaps a beautiful reward for the future generations. They will live in prosperity. When the current leader abandons their post, it will bring rise to a beautiful, prosperous nation.” His sad eyes focused onto you. “Sometimes only the greatest suffering may bring the change that is needed to bring forth the greatest happiness.”

You understood, and though it hurt so much to sit back and do nothing, you knew that this was how it had to be. Part of your power was recognizing the futility of interference. It was better to keep from meddling the predestined, and rather, to keep things in order, even if it was hard morally or otherwise.

There was this certainty that came with age. It was the certainty that things would even out eventually, that there was a reason to believe in the good, the bright, the happy. Because with every low, there would always be a high within reach. Perhaps that’s one of the secrets of the universe that revealed itself as humans aged. From a young person to an elderly one, the type of hopes and beliefs one had fluctuated before eventually evening out and becoming steadfast in old age.

At this point of your existence, where you outlived all of your family, all of the people you knew and loved, you were sure that this was the secret that made life so rich: the knowledge that there were better days to come, always.

Minghao searched your face, “revel me with your thoughts, my love.”

“I see why you had me silenced,” you said in your soft, pillowy voice, something that always reminded you of how much you missed it when it was gone. “By silencing me, it gave me the chance to experience my life before I would be forever exposed to the universe’s secrets, things I’ll always hold with me, forever.”

He nodded, “but it is not a bad thing to know all things. It just means that you must take what you know and live the way you have been shown, the way that you have learned to live.”

“What if I learnt a better way?” You asked, looking at him hopefully. “What if I wanted to rise, to fly, to run away into a better life? What if I want to know everything, to hear your thoughts, your struggles, your fears? What if I wanted your love, or a kiss beneath the stars?”

He held you closer, leaning in, and that’s when you saw the sweet gold of his tears streaming down his cheeks, “are you sure you’d want that? Are you sure you’d give up your ignorance for me?”

There was no hesitation in your heart when you held his gaze, “yes.”

Nodding slowly, he stepped forward, “then if you want it, it is yours.”

He lowered his head, and as you leaned upwards into the kiss, your two worlds collided in a beautiful night of endless stars and meteors.

The heavens were truly stunning, at least from this angle.

Sat around the table with Minghao and his godly friends, you enjoyed fine ambrosia as you all watched the world below. It seemed the gods knew how to throw a good party, greeting you warmly and recounting the first time you met one another.

It was amazing, to be among others who were just as you: confined to a world that thought they were strange, terrifying. After all, they all expressed that being a godling was so incredibly difficult, but also incredibly rewarding. They all related to hiding their godly nature, of being ashamed of their magic, of their silence.

But you could all agree that being there among the stars, was truly the right place to be.

With you by Minghao’s side, the universe’s balance was rectified, flowing continuously in its highs and lows, evening out somewhere in the happy middle for a long, long time. During your visits to the world below, you noticed the prosperity that Minghao would talk about, seeing the smiles on children’s faces and the warm, home cooked dinners that were served on everyone’s tables.

Together, the two of you continued waltzing through the forest, two pieces of a perfect balance, and bringing with you a magic so beautiful, the universe once again, bowed to you.

And of course, you didn’t mean to upset the universe with your predetermined path, or your prophecy. But perhaps it was worth it, and not just for the bread.

But maybe for him as well.

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jenrecs · 2 years

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✧ hello loves! it’s a new month, and a new reading list! below are all my favorite reads from August 2022. i mostly read JK fics but the list includes other members as well. some of these do contain mature content, so minors dni.

✧ check out these awesome fics and give the authors some love by reblogging and/or leaving feedback for them! (.❛ ᴗ ❛.)

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⌜ SEOKJIN ⌟

● caramel macchiato by @pjmsdior

↳ barista au, fluff

in which jin is the incredibly handsome barista at the local cafe, and you may or may not have a little crush on him.

● the story of us by @ughseoks

↳ best friends au, college au, angst

you thought that the story of you and jin was one that had a fairytale ending, but a miscommunication leaves you scrambling to ensure it doesn’t end in tragedy instead.

● seasonal by @jinned

↳ established relationship, fluff

seokjin knows you’ve been feeling down, so he makes a simple gesture to get your hopes back up.

● soft & sad & happy & something else by @bonvoyagenoona

↳ strangers to lovers, coworker au, fluff, smut

the candle that co-worker!jin lit in worship of you has turned into a torch. see how brilliantly it burns.

⌜ YOONGI ⌟

● mirrorball by @joondiary

↳ angst

to what extent will one go, just to please a crowd?

● prod. suga’s coven by @rkivian

↳ established relationship, fluff

romance shows in many forms, if you do things correctly. prod. suga proves it by inviting you to hang out in his little coven, otherwise known as his studio.

● in character by @kookingtae

↳ pornstar au, smut

yoongi is one of the best porn stars in the industry; everyone wants to work with him at least once in their career. but what you don’t expect to feel for your co-star is the desire for something more than what’s written on the script.

● bittersweet symphony by @singguks

↳ bad boy au, breakup au, angst

you kissed him but tasted like whiskey. a bittersweet feeling making him realize how deep he had fallen for you and how life can break those who don’t bend easily.

● goodbye, again by @koostarcandy

↳ angst

you need to say goodbye one last time, you need to see him again.

● 2:31am by @still-with-koo

↳ friends to lovers, fluff, angst

you’re in love with your friend. but he’s moving to another country. is it too late?

● pink & grey by @ggukcangetit

↳ neighbor au, fluff

it isn’t just opposites that attract. sometimes opposites aren’t that different. much like you and your neighbor.

⌜ HOSEOK ⌟

● why don’t we? by @yerion

↳ established relationship, dancer au, fluff

in your everyday life, you’re stumped with insecurities when dancing with your one and only boyfriend—jung hoseok. of course, knowing him, he eases those insecurities of yours with a touch of his lips.

⌜ JIMIN ⌟

● temptations by @adoremin

↳ established relationship, idol au, smut

you’ve just seen your boyfriend posed in front of floor length windows. shirt popped open, his chest on display for the world to see. it would be a lie if you said you weren’t turned on by it— and jimin knows you well enough to know how you want him when he arrives at your front door with the same exact outfit.

● in the stars tonight by @mercurygguk

↳ established relationship, engagement au, fluff, smut

it’s your engagement party and your fiancé looks too good to resist. also, he hasn’t been giving you any attention for the past two hours, so really, you’re bound to reach breaking point sooner or later.

● breakfast by @lookingforluna

↳ established relationship, fluff, smut

breakfast is the most important meal of the day is what park jimin always says. he’s not wrong at all; you just didn’t expect his two youngest friends to be present while he was enjoying his.

● talk dirty to me by @here2bbtstrash

↳ college au, fwb au, smut

turns out your study buddy is a bit of a freak.

● and the grammy goes to... by @hobipost

↳ established relationship, idol au, smut

leave the door open just won record of the year, but silk sonic may forgive park jimin for having divergent opinions; there’s no other song more deserving of an award than your whimpers of his name.

● flirt by @chateautae

↳ college au, smut

park jimin is a notorious flirt, but so are you. when you both meet at a party after weeks of back and forth, it’s a matter of time before somebody gives in.

● heartbreak pleasure by @kookscrescent

↳ idol au, fwb au, angst, smut

pleasure can sometimes also lead to heartbreak.

● in the dark by @jksangelic

↳ ft. jungkook, smut

jungkook and jimin have a very short attention span, and when you three are lost in the middle of nowhere with a truck that won’t drive, they busy themselves with you.

● blue and black by @writtenwhalien

↳ enemies to lovers, criminal x agent au, angst, smut

you both have your orders, but neither one of you can carry out the damn task.

⌜ TAEHYUNG ⌟

● you right by @here2bbtstrash

↳ exes au, smut

your ex walking in on you fucking someone else would be a problem for anyone. but it is especially a problem when your ex is kim taehyung.

● the red bullet by @hobipost

↳ rogue x nis agent au, smut

his fingers shouldn’t do what they do, nor should his words. you shouldn’t be on the receiving end of his desire, too, but it seems like forbidden fruit is the sweetest.

● complete faith by @daechwitatamic

↳ coworkers to friends to lovers, fluff, angst

it’s taehyung himself who admits that it’s usually around the one-month mark that he starts to lose interest in his relationships. so even though you’re so drawn to him you can barely stand it, even though he’s attentive and funny, even though you’re helplessly crazy about him… when you start dating, you feel like you’ve got an expiration date from day one. but will it be taehyung’s issues that get in the way, or your own?

● on the hunt for love by @gukyi

↳ established relationship, fluff

on your anniversary date, kim taehyung has two missions at hand: pet as many dogs as he can at your local dog cafe, and, if he plays his cards right, adopt one.

⌜ JUNGKOOK ⌟

● tangled up in you by @jktones

↳ established relationship, fluff

when jungkook needs some genuine help putting on a tie for work.

● can we have this moment again? by @jktones

↳ exes au, angst

stumbling back into his past lover’s life, jungkook sobers up to the glimmer of what used to be.

● those three words by @jktones

↳ established relationship, fluff

sometimes love makes us do silly things - like confess.

● oh brother by @kookdiaries

↳ brother’s best friend au, college au, smut

things are bound to get messy when you fuck your brother’s best friend repeatedly. better not get caught, for both of your sakes.

● home by @still-with-koo

↳ established relationship, fluff, angst

you’ve been having a rough time and you really miss your long distance boyfriend but he hasn’t called or messaged you all day. you start to wonder if the spark is gone.

● imagine by @chryblossomjjk

↳ established relationship, model au, fluff, smut

jungkook wants nothing more than to spend your anniversary cuddled up in a fancy hotel bathroom, eating takeout and binge watching tv shows. you, on the other hand, have something more exciting in mind.

● on my knees by @jjkeverlast

↳ fwb au, smut

who needs a vibrator when jeon jungkook is here to do the job? not you.

● i will never not think about you by @pjmsdior

↳ fluff

in which jungkook sends you a video of him singing to make you smile during quarantine.

● maid for you by @h0neypjm

↳ established relationship, fluff, smut

despite his many protests, you always thought jungkook was the prettiest boy you have ever laid your eyes upon and you would do anything to prove it to him. it was then on one fateful night, you had then struck gold when you had stumbled upon the beauty of men in maid costumes, finally giving you a way to prove just how pretty jeon jungkook truly is.

● unmoored by @onlyswan

↳ established relationship, mild fluff, angst

unmoored (adj.) insecure, confused, or lacking contact with reality.

● punisher (3k) by @onlyswan

↳ strangers to ?, smut

either i’m careless or i wanna get caught.

● silver lining by @jungblue

↳ established relationship, angst

“pull over. let me drive for a while.”

● bodyguard by @sxtaep

↳ bodyguard au, fluff, angst, smut

when you’re stuck in a near-death situation, your high school crush, now your bodyguard, begins to regret ever rejecting you 5 years ago.

● negotiation by @sxtaep

↳ criminal x detective au, smut

when you’re called in to negotiate with a familiar face, you realise you’d do an awful lot to save your citizens.

● 1:20am by @lookingforluna

↳ established relationship, fluff, angst

it’s 1:20 in the morning and when thoughts of how lost you feel in the world begin to surface, your sweet and loving boyfriend is there to comfort you.

● like i did with you by @cupofteaguk

↳ friends to lovers, college au, fluff

to jeon jungkook, halloween is special for one reason and one reason only. too bad he can’t seem to figure out why.

● my you by @jeonfrvr

↳ established relationship, fluff, mild angst, smut

jungkook calls you into his studio, and you leave with more than just his cum stuffed in you.

● get freaky on camera by @here2bbtstrash

↳ camboy x camgirl au, smut

your camming partner thinks he can handle your new toy.

● "i don’t wanna ruin anything” “i do” by @parkdatjimin

↳ best friends au, smut

you take your relationship with jungkook to the next level.

● in the dark by @jksangelic

↳ ft. jimin, smut

jungkook and jimin have a very short attention span, and when you three are lost in the middle of nowhere with a truck that won’t drive, they busy themselves with you.

● breaking in, making out by @gukyi

↳ established relationship, fluff, comedy

being locked out of your apartment in the middle of the night covered in paint sounds pretty dang terrible, but at least jeon jungkook is always there to save the day.

● stay by @baljinciaga

↳ married au, fluff, mild angst, smut

you and jungkook are still in the newlywed phase of your marriage and you’ve been feeling a bit of distance due to his grueling work schedule. he wants nothing more than to make up for the lost time.

● star light, star bright by @jktones

↳ fluff

stargazing with jungkook, nighttime musings, and the spring breeze.

● hold my hand by @here4btsfics

↳ established relationship, fluff

● gamer boy by @hoebii

↳ established relationship, fluff, smut

#bts x reader #bts fic #bts fluff #bts angst #bts smut #seokjin x reader #yoongi x reader #hoseok x reader #namjoon x reader #jimin x reader #taehyung x reader #jungkook x reader #reading lists

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seokmins · 2 years

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∞hi love ❤️🥺

hi beloved dearest <333 i love your icon and them btw 🥵 ooh and this is one of my favs i think it kinda suits you well actually mwah 🌄

" the black darkness swallows you up but i’m always by your side don’t leave, i’ll protect you, don’t go away even if you can’t find me, i’ll always stay here "

put a "∞" in my ask box and I'll shuffle my music player and give you my favorite lyric from the song that comes up

#hope you're doing well babes #sending only good vibes your way!!#isa 🔔#pjmsdior #elv's mootz #elv's inbox #elv's answered games

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jinstronaut · 1 year

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happy new year, army! 💜✨

another year has come and gone!!! it’s wild how quickly time flies :’))) this year especially has been rough for army -- we’ve been through a lot in these past twelve months!! however, despite it all, we’ve stuck together, and this blog has still remained one of my favorite corners of the internet. i’ve made new friends, kept old ones, and been able to reach out and talk to so many people over the last year, and i don’t take any of it for granted.

i just wanted to take some time to thank the people who’ve stuck with me through 2022, and the people who’ve made my time on this blog particularly special and memorable ♥

@jiniekook / @seokljin / @userhobi / @indigonamjoon / @rosebowl / @leesjieuns / @anpaman / @eggjinnie / @astronautjin / @alpacaseoks / @cordiallyfuturedwight / @aprylynn / @94ishlove / @sujiunit / @thornedswan / @thv-hyung / @taegi / @dinnerthing / @minietree / @jyamans / @lunarminjoon / @jinkhyun / @jeonwonwoo / @kookjinnies / @kookdiaries / @tmorrows / @jeonjeongquk / @y2kjungkook / @raplinenthusiasts / @btsiu / @namjon / @userjiminie / @jimilter / @nvmguk / @seraphjimin / @yuuungi / @taeyungie / @namsoek / @hopeinthebox / @jiminsproof / @jeongtokkie / @yoonseok / @kimnjss / @kimthg / @kimtaegis / @kithtaehyung / @kth1 / @knjspjm / @yoonjinns / @seokjoonmin / @honsool / @lockedwkoo / @minsugasuga / @sevencoloredstar / @usertae / @sopekooks / @avizou / @ambivartence / @myork / @kimchokejin / @blooodsweatandtears / @hopeonthestreets / @introddaeng / @starcatching / @hoseokis / @jeonggukshi / @itsallaboutzayn / @hynchan / @jinv / @jinsbts / @jmin / @userjungkook97 / @jeonjcngkook / @seokjjn / @bibillyhillsbaby / @kimseokjinss / @trustingofwinds / @21stcenturyghoul / @rkivedfiles / @loversmore / @foryouthv / @yooboobies / @pjmsdior / @bangguks / @sugacutie / @anpanmann / @taehyungsupremacy / @tonymontanaftjm / @hobeah / @clutterbugs / @jinbestboy / @ardentlyoon / @mainvocaljin / @taejinnies

(i’m so sorry if i forgot anyone, sideblogs confuse me sometimes i cannot tell who is following me and who is not, but just know that if you follow me, i love and am thankful for you!!!!!!!!)

thank you guys so much (again) for all that we’ve built and all that you’ve done for me. let’s keep it going in 2023 :’))) borahae!!!!!

#bts #trackofthesoul #btsgif #dailybts #usersan #annietrack #shirleytothesea #heyryen #usermaggie #uh uh idk theres so many tracking tags BUT !!!!!#i love you all so much !!!!!!!!!!!!!!#mutuals 💞#saved //#***#*nye

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sunshinejunghoseokie · 2 years

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Footnote; kth.

—summary: Loving Taehyung has taught you that feelings are reckless.

—pairing: Childhood Friend!Kim Taehyung x Reader

—word count: 2.3K

—genre: Angst. Implied Smut.

—au: Childhood Friends AU. College AU. Accidental Hookup AU.

—rating: 18+ (Just to be safe, folks. Minors DNI.)

—warnings: Swearing. Mentions of alcohol /drinking. Heavy make-out, wandering hands. Implied intercourse. Reader and Tae are tipsy but everything is consensual. Morning after an accidental hookup and things get awkward. Taehyung definitely makes what happened seem like it’s nothing, when to the reader it is very much something. Taehyung is pretty unlikable in this fic - I AM SO SORRY. Unrequited/One-sided love. Pining. Rejection. Miscommunication. Heartbreak. Arguing/Confrontation. No happy ending for these two.

—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 (albeit loosely) on the song footnote. A very, very special thank you to @playmetheclassics for beta reading this for me and giving it so much love. (I adore you, Indigo, baby. Mwah!) I am so excited to be writing and posting fics again after an unexpected hiatus. I hope you guys enjoy this story despite Taehyung being a complete and utter douche.

You often asked yourself why you fell for Taehyung. How was it possible to love someone as much as you loved him when they weren't yours? Why did it have to be someone who didn’t see you the way you saw them?

But, in those moments where you question your unrequited feelings for him, you’d replay all of the little moments the two of you had shared over the years.

In kindergarten, he was the kind boy with the boxy smile who shared his crayons with you during arts and crafts. He was the boy who never failed to split whatever treat his mom packed in his lunch - always giving you the bigger piece - because he knew how much of a sweet tooth you had.

He would fight off imaginary dragons as you waited at the top of the slide of your elementary school’s playground, ready for your knight to save you. After the beast was slain, he would bow at the bottom and giggle as you slid down to join him, taking your hand in his as he pulled you to your feet and whisked you away to the jungle gym where your imaginary subjects awaited your heroic return.

Playgrounds eventually became dingy basements that smelt like stale beer. Tag and make-believe became games of seven minutes in heaven and spin the bottle. You would hope that every time it was Taehyung’s turn it would land on you. When it didn’t and he kissed someone else, urged on by the cheers and chants of your friends, you pretended that it didn’t break your heart. He would tease you on the drive home, asking who you hoped the bottle landed on instead of Kim Seokjin, the senior you had only ever met in passing before the bottle stopped on him during your turn and you shared an awkward kiss that you’d rather forget.

He would look at you whenever something funny happened, eyes wide and bright. He would hang onto every word you said when you spoke. He was always there when your world felt like it was falling apart, ready to help you pick up the pieces and put them back together again.

You aren’t quite sure how it happened, still confused on how you found yourself here.

One minute you were giggling in the back of an uber after a night of drinking with your friends from high school that you hadn’t seen in years and the next Taehyung’s hands were gripping your waist as he kissed you.

Maybe it had been the liquor coursing through your veins.

Maybe it was the lazy smile that tugged at the corners of his lips or the knowing gleam in his eyes as he helped you into the elevator and pressed the button for your floor, arm wrapped around your shoulder to keep you steady as the metal doors closed.

Maybe it had been the way his fingers had wrapped around your wrist and taken your keys from your trembling hands to unlock your door for you after an embarrassing number of failed attempts to do so on your own.

It was almost instinctual, the way your hands fisted the front of his shirt and pulled him into your entryway after you, kicking the door shut with your foot as you went.

Maybe he felt it too, that insatiable hum that left your ears ringing and thoughts chanting his name in a persistent mantra. Maybe that’s why he let you drag him along without a fight, his hands tangling into your hair as he pressed you against the wall of your front entryway.

His lips met yours and you gasped, losing yourself in the kiss.

It was rough and desperate. A clash of teeth and tongues as his mouth pressed against yours.

His hands tightened on your waist, nails digging into the skin left exposed as your shirt hiked up with the arching of your back.

You thread your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck, giving a slight tug when his lips wander away from your mouth and ghost across the curve of your jaw.

The sensitive spot below your right ear. Where your neck and shoulder meet.

You can’t help but think he tastes like coffee liqueur and vodka when he kisses you again. You find yourself chasing after it as he abruptly pulls back, forehead coming to rest against yours as he takes in a deep breath.

Your fingers tangle in the ebony hair at the nape of his neck and give a light tug.

You had spent years longing for a moment like this. For a moment, no matter how fleeting you feared it might be, where Taehyung wanted you in the same way you had wanted him. As much as you wanted him.

“Fuck.”

It was a blur of wandering hands and breathless sighs. Clothes bunched in white-knuckled fists and sweet nothings whispered without a second thought as he led you through your dark apartment towards your bedroom.

It was easy to get lost in him. To get lost in the feeling of his touch as he made your body come alive and left you breathless in the wake of his hands and mouth, of his skin against yours. To get lost in the way the lines blurred between where your heartbeat ended, and his began.

The morning sun filters in through the gauzy curtains lining the only window in your bedroom, rousing you from sleep.

Your temples throb with an expected hangover thanks to the alcohol from the night before. You reluctantly peel open your heavy eyelids and stretch your legs underneath the comforter, hoping to ease some of the tension from your stiff muscles. You’re sore, but you can’t bring yourself to care. Not when Taehyung is lying next to you, still asleep.

His arm falls from your waist as you push back the covers and get up, doing your best to be quiet as you cross the room and slip into the adjoining bathroom for a shower.

When you reemerge, the steam from your shower trails behind you and into your bedroom, and the sight of Taehyung pulling on his jeans with furrowed brows catches your attention.

“Hey, good morning.” You use a towel to dry your hair, catching the drops of water beading at the ends before they can fall to the floor. When you’re satisfied, you toss it into a hamper beside the bathroom door.

“I didn’t wake you up, did I?”

When Taehyung doesn’t answer, you watch him as he gathers the rest of his discarded clothes around the room. His chest is still bare, smooth muscles flexing as he bends to pick up his shirt and hoodie from the end of your bed. His hair is a mess, the unruly curls sticking out at odd angles. A frown darkens his usually bright features.

“If you’re free tonight, want to go to Tony’s and get a pizza?”

“I, uh…I can’t. I already promised Eunji that I would get dinner with her tonight. Maybe we can meet later this week if we both have time?”

Your smile falls, schooling your face into a mask of indifference despite that sweat slickening your palms and turning your stomach upside down.

“Oh, uh…Eunji? I thought you guys broke up a few weeks ago.”

“We did. She texted me last night at the bar and asked if I had time to meet up and talk about things. About…” He sighs.

“Look, it’s complicated, okay? You know how she is. We do this. We fight and break up but she always comes back. We always make up after she’s had time to cool off. It’s just what we do.”

“Seriously, Tae? It’s just what you do?”

“About what happened last night.” Taehyung changes the subject, pulling on his hoodie before running a hand through his hair in an attempt to tame the tangled strands.

“It shouldn’t have happened. We’ve been best friends since we were in diapers and things like that…they just shouldn’t happen between us. It was a mistake.”

“A mistake?” You sit down on the side of your bed, pulling the sheets over your lap.

“Yeah. A mistake.” He moves about the room, gathering his discarded clothes.

“We should have been more careful. I get that we got caught up in whatever moment had been there, but we’re friends. I don’t see you like that.”

“See me like what?” You want to scream, humiliation staining your cheeks a deep crimson.

“Like anything other than a friend. I like you, Y/N. Just not like…that. I’ve known you pretty much my entire life. It’d be weird..”

“Wow.” You want to cry. To scream and throttle him.

“I’m good enough to hang out with. To fuck, even. Just nothing more, right? A hook-up with me is fine as long as I don’t expect anything to come out of it.”

“Y/N, you know that’s not what I meant. Don’t twist my words and make me out to be the bad guy here. We were drunk. We weren’t thinking clearly. If we were, it would have never happened.”

“God, you’re so good at that, aren’t you?” You scoff, hands fisting in the sheets resting in your lap.

“Does it make you feel good? To make someone feel like they’re important, like they mean something to you, just so you can bring their world crashing down around them when you’re done with them?”

“Y/N…”

“No.” You shake your head, anger rising up inside of you.

“No, Tae. You can’t just say my name and expect me to give in to you. I’ve loved you for so long and I am such a fool. I’m a fool because you knew and you let me believe that for a moment I had you. You’re right. What happened last night? It was a mistake. I regret it. I regret all of the years I have wasted on you. I regret falling in love with you and, right now, I regret ever meeting you.”

“You don’t mean that. I know you’re upset right now, but give it some time. Think about things and you’ll see I’m right. We work as friends. We’re good at being friends. Great at it. Why change something when it’s fine the way it is? It’s like that saying your dad always uses, “why fix something when it isn’t broken”, you know? I care about you and I don’t like you being upset. You know you mean the world to-”

“It hurts!” Your eyes fill to the brim with tears.

“I can’t stand it. I get it, okay? I get that you don’t feel the same but please. Don’t feed me all of these bullshit lines about how much you care about me and how much I mean to you.”

“I didn’t mean-”

“I think you should leave.” You cut him off before he can finish.

“What?”

“Go.” You look up, trying not to cry. “I just…I can’t be around you right now. So just…I think you should go.”

Taehyung is quiet for a moment, and you can feel his eyes on you, watching you as he seems to make a decision. He grabs his phone and keys and turns to leave, stopping a few steps short of your bedroom door to turn back and look at you again.

“You will be everything someone has ever wanted and more someday. They are going to love you with everything they have. That someone just isn't me. It never will be.”

“You really need to leave, Taehyung.” You point to the door, eyes falling on anything but him.

The cracked bathroom door. The clothes in your laundry basket, spilling over the edge and piled on the floor. Tickets from the concert your friends took you to for your birthday freshman year of college tucked into the corner of your vanity mirror. The picture of your graduation, Taehyung’s arm around you as you grinned at the camera. The tassel from your cap hanging from the corner of the wooden frame.

It’s bittersweet. Knowing this is how things would end but still clutching onto hope that you’re wrong. That maybe, just maybe, you hadn’t fallen for something that was always bound to end in heartbreak. You had ignored all of the red flags and warning signs and you only had yourself to blame. All of the times he ditched you for girls. The weeks he would all but ghost you because whoever he was dating saw you as a threat and he blindly gave in with no regard to your friendship. The times he expected more of you than he would ever give back. It all added up and led to the inevitable self-destruction of your own creation that you’re left to face now that reality has caught up with you.

He nods and gives you a final once over before leaving, shutting the door behind him.

Taehyung would never love you. Not in the way you loved him.

In his story, you would always be a footnote.

A mistake that he would one day chalk up to youth and living in the moment.

For you, he would always be so much more.

A what-if and what-could-have-been.

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