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In love with your dark side | Final

• Pairing: Beauty!Taehyung x Beast!Yoongi • Genre: Fluff, bit of Angst | Rating: Teen and Up | Beautyandthebeast!AU / Fairytale!AU • Words: 4,5k | AO3 | Gifset Trailer • Disclaimer: anxiety, mentioning of a curse

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↳ Yoongi had tried not to think about what would happen if someone saw him but his mind had wandered through all of their possible reactions anyway: screaming, laughing, shock… he’s had so many horrible encounters in his mind and yet the boy in front of him didn’t react like in any of his thoughts.

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His gaze wandered around slowly, holding onto his folder tightly as he leaned over a glass vitrine to see a few pieces and information on the exhibition inside. He always loved the quiet of the museum and even here in midst of the entrance, he felt more home than he’d ever felt anywhere before. Taehyung couldn’t describe that feeling, but today it mixed with the anxiety of the reason why he was here. Instinctively he held on a little tighter to his folder, pressing it against his chest. A curious rustling came from behind him and Taehyung turned, when he saw an old lady peering out at him from behind the counter that he hadn’t seen before.

“Oh, my…,” Taehyung clasped a hand to his chest and the woman laughed. She was clearly a museum volunteer, working late to close out the gift shop. Or maybe she was just tidying up after a busy day.

“Hello, Miss…do you happen to know where Mr. Kang is?” Taehyung asked, looking down to his watch. His meeting with him had been about five minutes ago but the owner of the museum hadn’t been showing up. Ever since he had promised Yoongi to take him out, Taehyung had been almost manic to find a museum, big or small to accept his art and photography.

Until now, he had only cancellations. And this right now seemed awfully like one of them.

“Oh, he has been out a while ago. He made me cancel all other applications. Didn’t I call you?” The woman was asking, and Taehyung sighed deeply, smiling at her even though everything in him just wanted to scream. He had dressed up, sorted his stuff anew and even came up with a new tactic to finally wrap them around his fingers.

And there it was again: the secretary telling him that they already found someone else. Someone that suited them better.

Taehyung was out of ideas when he opened up his shop later that day, not wanting to tell Yoongi again that he hadn’t been able to make it. Maybe this was just an awful way of the universe telling him that he wasn’t it. Putting the folder onto his desk, Taehyung lit up the little sign that said ‘open’ and sat down with a pout on his lips.

A woman came in with so much force that the little bells above the door were ringing like they were caught in a storm. Everything about her seemed bright; her red costume, her lips, her eyes as if her whole form demanded attention.

“Kim Taehyung?” She asked without so much as a greeting, looking like she was in a hurry. She wore high heels that were so dangerously high that for a moment Taehyung was scared she might fall and hurt herself with how fast she was coming towards him, but she was so steady as if it were totally normal for her to run around on high heels. “Why aren’t you at the museum?”

“Why…am I what?” Taehyung was so out of depth as she looked at him as if she knew exactly who he was while he had absolutely no clue. He got around his desk and motioned to the back, where he usually took the pictures for job applications that were a regular business. “Do you need me to take pictures for you? I’m sorry…I didn’t get your name when you came in.” He gave her a friendly smile and reached out his hand as if he had simply misheard her question about the museum. Maybe he was going crazy already.

“We don’t have time for that now.” She waved a hand hectically as if she was scaring of some flies and then turned towards him with a frown. “The museum was waiting for you! You had an appointment there! Today!” She spoke overly clear as if she was trying to get Tae out of his daydreams. “They were expecting your pictures about three hours ago. An exhibition isn’t going to make itself! Now hurry up! Tell me which pictures you wanted to take, and we’ll get them out into the van. You can dress up later, nobody expects a suit for artists anyways nowadays, let the art speak for itself!”

“I was at the museum today, but my appointment got cancelled. Mr. Kang already found someone else, didn’t he told you?” He felt awful as if someone was rubbing his failures into his face one more time.

She walked past him while talking, as if it wasn’t a big deal. “Your appointment didn’t get cancelled - the selection process had been cancelled. Because they saw your pictures before and decided to take them so no other applications were needed.”

“M-my pictures? It can’t be…wait, are you even talking about the national gallery?” He got pushed into the direction of his atelier and when he didn’t move, the woman just simply walked ahead and grabbed a few of folders and looked through them, then nodded and put them under her arm. “Move!” She ordered again and Taehyung absently minded walked ahead. Taehyung gave a few more folders to her, where he had safely put in his photography that was printed in all different kind of sizes, before unlocking the door to his atelier, revealing even more of the things he had never shown anyone. “I…I have a few paintings as well, they aren’t…good, but…maybe.” Taehyung was still not sure what this was about, but she looked rather pleased. “I have some photography on canvas as well there.” He pointed into one corner, hurrying over to get the stuff for her.

“Ah, yes, perfect!” The canvases were a lot big and heavier than his folders so for a moment Taehyung wondered how she would carry them with the folders still in her arms, but she walked past them, opened the door and whistled loudly. In came two men dressed all in black and if their faces hadn’t been that plainly visible they could have passed for burglars, right down to their black leather gloves. “Those ones, boys.” She ordered them and with a curt nod towards Tae they picked up his canvases. All of them.

Taehyung was just running back and forth with them until his whole room was emptied and no art piece was left inside his shop. He stood a little frozen in the atelier, not being able to believe anything that was happening when the woman grabbed him by his arm and took him along, mumbling something about how they should just take him with them in the van so he would be punctual. Only then when Taehyung stood at the museum again did he put the pieces together. His art would be hung in a museum. A real museum. With shaking hands, he took out his phone and called Yoongi’s office. He knew the other was still asleep, so he didn't mind it when the mailbox went on.

"You won't believe what just happened." He raked a hand through his hair as he tried to process how the men were bringing his art in. "It's starting in a few hours. It was last minute and I… I can't believe this, Yoongi. I wish you were here." He took a deep breath before he added quickly, "Let me take you out, please. I'll ask the owner if we can visit at night. The opening starts in a couple of hours." Taehyung felt out of breath from all the excitement, "I need to hurry, they are calling for me." With that he put his phone away again and hurried inside, following the women to where his paintings and photography would be hung when he froze completely. It wasn't just a single wall he would get, but a whole floor. Just for him. Taehyung could feel the tears burning behind his eyes as the thought of his dreams coming true hit him full force. "This is all mine?"

“No, of course it’s not yours, don’t be silly. It’s just leased. You can hang your pictures up and then you have to take them off in a few weeks.” Came the curt answer who didn’t leave room for someone who had just found out that his dream had come true. “Now, come on, we need to know your preferred placements of the pieces you brought. After you’ve decided on the sequence and general order you can go down into the cafeteria to get a coffee or a piece of cake while we do the lighting and talk about the advertisement and then you can come up again and look at the finished exhibition.” Taehyung looked still so dumbfounded that she placed her hand on his shoulder for a few seconds. “Don’t worry, we can exchange pictures or add more spots if something doesn’t feel right or needs more light. You’re the artist and we’ll make sure that everything is exactly how you envisioned it.”

“How...I envisioned it.” It was almost like he had gotten thrown into a different dimension, another world, maybe he had been falling asleep at his desk and was just dreaming? He quickly got whipped out of his thoughts again, when the woman pulled him along and Taehyung shook himself out of it. He needed to focus. He had definitely envisioned this moment a million times, so he rolled his shoulders back and began directing everyone, discussing positions with the curator as they walked through the still empty halls that were slowly filled with his art.

“Can we maybe let piano music play in the background...I’d always thought that it’s fun if there’s an instrument right in the middle of an exhibition for people to play but...I know it’s short term so?” Taehyung asked shyly, but what the other answered had him frozen in shock. “We can order a piano and put it right here if you want?” The other turned on his heel, noting something down on his clipboard before he was already calling someone and leaving Taehyung alone with his thoughts. Slowly, he strolled back around, watching how they were hanging his pictures up, listening to the clicking of the heels of the woman that was ordering people to go more left or right and it was making him smile. How the hell was this to be real. It could only be a dream.

In the cafeteria, Taehyung gotten himself some hot chocolate to relax. When he looked up from his empty cup, he could see people outside putting up the banners for the exhibition with loads of names he already knew, when it fell onto something familiar. “No, no...wait…,” Taehyung ran outside in his haste not caring about bringing his cup back to the counter and stood completely in awe, when the men had finished bringing up the new advertisement. And there was his name. His name. Right next to the one’s he admired so much himself.

It felt like hours that he stood outside in the cold, just watching his name wave with the wind before someone stepped beside him. “Here, I figured you might need this.” Jimin’s voice got him out of his thoughts and he hugged his friend tightly, taking the beret from him before putting it on. “Now you look like an artist.” Jimin smiled up at his best friend, who held up a bag with more clothes that he had brought him after Taehyung had whined about not wanting to be in his work clothes tonight, so they quickly hid in the bathroom to change.

“They just came in?” Jimin asked and Taehyung hummed in response. “Took all of my art. All of it, can you believe it? I have a whole floor! All of it...like four rooms, Jiminie!” His best friends arms hugged around his waist and Taehyung couldn’t help but laugh, “And I asked for a piano and they just said: no problem. I’m not sure if they made it though. It was all a bit last minute actually.” Taehyung felt a lot more relaxed with Jimin by his side and yet, when he stepped into the exhibition that was now filled with people waiting to be let into the new art exposition, reading upon him and his work in little folded up papers. Still, Taehyung couldn’t help but look around and search for someone.

He knew it was kind of stupid to hope that Yoongi would come. Maybe he had heard his mailbox message, but would wait for a midnight date, sometime when they can be alone, and Taehyung would make sure that it would happen. And still, it made his heart beat a little faster at the thought of Yoongi coming here. But there were too many people, too many eyes that could see him. Taehyung startled when the people all around him clapped enthusiastically and then went off to either get a glass of champagne or finally visit the art pieces. The young artist held Jimin by his wrist and showed him around, telling him all about his photography, making Jimin startle when he found a few pieces of himself on the wall. “Oh gosh, Taehyungie!” He blushed vividly, but Taehyung just chuckled.

“Excuse me, but...I couldn’t help but notice the similarity could it be that it’s you?” A man had stepped beside him, tall with blonde hair and Jimin gulped up at him. “Oh, it’s hideous. I’m so sorry. Taehyung should’ve used someone better...my posture looks awful in this one.” Taehyung couldn’t help but roll his eyes, when Jimin wasn’t even realizing that the man was obviously flirting with him, not caring about his posture but just about the aesthetics of the photography. He always loved photographing Jimin while he was dancing. It was like art in motion. He smiled, stepping away from the two, when something made his ears perk up. “I’ll buy the series.”

“Wh-what?” It came from both of them simultaneously as they blinked at the stranger, who was smiling at them so sweetly that it turned his eyes into half-moons. “I’d like to offer you a price. Let your manager call me, please and reserve those for me.” He handed Taehyung a card, before returning his attention to Jimin. “My Manager,” Taehyung mumbled, thinking about how he never even thought about having one. “Ah, you sold something. Amazing!” The woman in the red-heels took out some stickers, placing them below the art piece, spelling ‘reserved’ right underneath it’s description. She patted his shoulders in encouragement, before leaving Taehyung as fast as she came.

It didn’t happen to be the last picture he sold, because Taehyung found those little stickers under a few of his photography already and he was eager to see who those people were. Apparently the lady in red was really good at selling. So, Taehyung kept to his part: shaking hands, discussing the art, meeting new people and collecting more cards of important and potential customers. He had long lost Jimin, who was busy talking to the tall stranger, or flirting as he could tell by their giggles.

Standing in midst of all those people, Taehyung felt unsure for a moment. It was too much happening at once, people patting his back, congratulating him, telling him how amazing he was, when all his life people only rejected his art. What did change? Did they really like it? He looked down at the cards in his hand and then back up, trying to take a deep breath. He didn’t want to let his insecurities destroy this magical moment. Closing his eyes, Taehyung took a few more deep breaths, when he could hear a soft tune playing and it immediately brought a smile onto his lips. In midst of it all, Taehyung hadn’t realized that they really fulfill his wish of music playing in the background. He hadn’t noticed it before. When he opened his eyes, Taehyung searched for where it came from, but when he saw the boxes in the corner of the room, he quickly realized that they were silent, and the music was coming from a different place. His heart was starting to race, and his breath hitched.

…

Being up during the day felt strange, but he had to if he wanted to be at Taehyung’s exhibition opening. He could only imagine how stunned and happy the younger must be when he came to the museum, trying to get the spot and then they would tell him that they already hired him. Except that apparently there was a misunderstanding and when the museum called that Taehyung hadn’t showed up he couldn’t believe it.

Turned out he was right, because Taehyung had been there but apparently no one had told him that he was hired just that no one could apply because the spot was already taken. He would have very much liked to jell at someone but as they were doing him a favor by taking Taehyung he just ended the call politely and then send his quickest manager over. She would handle everything so that the exhibition could still open in time. By the time the pictures were hanging properly he had already received a circular email advertising the new exhibition, had heard a note on the radios art program and had been sent a picture of the banners that had been hung up at and close to the museum. Yoongi was more than pleased. Only when he got a call about Taehyung wanting a piano did he start to panic a little. Taehyung really went all out there - but he had promised him the exhibition of his dreams and he would definitely keep his promise. So, a little while later he had organized a white piano with a pattern of colorful paint splashes and was sitting in the van where it was transported. His heart was beating into overdrive even though technically he had the safest cover: He wore a suit, white gloves and a white mask and no one would try to talk to him when he was playing the piano. It would be like serving drinks or food; no one would take notice of him; he would just fade into the background of the exhibition.

Only that one person did notice.

“Yoongi?” Taehyung’s heart stopped, when he noticed the familiar back right away, the way his fingers were gliding over the keys so smoothly as if he was simply dancing – just with his fingertips. He knew the melody inside out, had heard it a million times before and watched Yoongi play while he had leaned onto him at night. His heart was beating fast, when he walked further into the room, people all around him but Taehyung didn’t care about it anymore. His eyes were focused on Yoongi and him alone. He came. Solely for him to support him, to be with him on this important night, despite the people around.

“You’re here,” Taehyung whispered and sat down next to Yoongi, who kept playing until the tune slowly faded out. When he turned to him, his almost blackish eyes looking up at him, Taehyung found himself smiling. Even brighter than before. “Why are you here? There’s people… I thought you didn’t want to…”

“I didn’t think anyone would notice me when I’m in charge of the music and not a visitor. But of course, you noticed me. You’re more perceptive than you should be.” The mask covered his smile, but his eyes and the tone of his voice gave it away anyways. “Are you happy about your exhibition? I told you that you would make it. Also, it seems I’ll have to hurry to get a picture or else everything will be reserved before I have a chance to look at them all.”

Taehyung nodded softly, not wanting to cry tears of joy again, so he bit his lip. “I’m even happier now that you’re here.” He took Yoongi’s hand in his, wanting to intertwine their hands when he noticed the gloves. “I’d like to show you everything, just like I promised you. Do you trust me?” Taehyung held onto his hand softly, soothing over the fabric.

“Could we... maybe wait till the other visitors are gone? I talked to the custodian of the museum on the phone and we have green light to stay a little longer if we want. If I get up you won’t have piano music.” While what he said was true he was simply scared. If Taehyung went to show him around people would start talking about a visitor in a mask. As piano player he was safe but as Min Yoongi he was utterly vulnerable right now.

Taehyung reached out, soothing over Yoongi’s arm softly. “I love you, Yoongi, the way you are, and no one can tell me how to see you. I know you are afraid, but I won’t let anyone hurt you.” His heart jumped at his own confession, but it was true. He had fallen in love for his stubborn boss somewhere along the way. He took Yoongi’s hand in his and slowly removed one glove, keeping his hand in his so no one else could see, hiding his smaller hands between his own. “It will be okay. I won’t let it slip.”

His breath was taken away by the younger’s word. He had given up on hope and that Taehyung, the person he liked most told him he loved him so easily was making his heart ache in a good way. Maybe he did have a chance at happiness and love after all. Nonetheless his first instinct was to withdraw his hand because he was still scared - but then he kept it where it was. He trusted Taehyung fully. And if it would make the other happy to hold his hand then he would swallow down the fear and be there for him instead.

Because for the first time in a long, long while someone else was more important to him than himself.

“You okay?” Taehyung asked shyly, noticing how nervous Yoongi was. “You’ll be okay. I promise.” He leaned in, placing a kiss on his cheek softly. He kept there, hovering over Yoongi’s lips (or where they would be hidden behind the mask) as he spoke. “Just squeeze my hand if it gets too much.” Taehyung got up and pulled Yoongi up with him, when the other had given his consent to move. He kept his hand close in his as he moved along, wanting to show Yoongi his favorite art first. No one turned their heads towards them, all of them too immersed in either socializing or discussing the art itself. Barely any of them even knew Taehyung was the artist.

It was easier walking with Tae than walking alone and he found himself so concentrated on Taehyung and his art that for a few moments he forgot why he was scared. The younger’s eyes lit up as he talked about the day he took the picture they were standing in front of; a beautiful landscape filled with flowery meadows and a beautiful cloudy sky. Listening to Taehyung took him to that place where Tae had hidden from the rain that day as he had been on his way to visit his grandma and the rain had surprised him. And just when he had thought that the rain would never stopped the sky had opened and let the sun through and he had taken the picture that now hung on the wall. Yoongi smiled fondly at Taehyung, thinking that the boy was more beautiful than every piece of art could ever be and with a sudden clarity he realized that he was just in love with Taehyung as it was the other way round.

“What are you thinking about?” Taehyung’s question shook him out of his thoughts, and he met the younger’s gaze. “Do you like it? It’s pretty basic, I guess. A simple shot of the sun but…it was a beautiful symbolism, right? There’s so much more than the simple visitor can see.” He bit his lip shyly, fumbling around with Yoongi’s hand, not wanting to ramble on. He had bored many with his deep conversations before.

“Yes, it is beautiful. You’re amazing, Tae. Though what I was actually thinking about was that I love you too. And that if you’re okay with it I’d like to kiss you.” He could just put the mask a little up so no one could see but his love for Tae right now was greater than his caution.

Taehyung gulped, eyes wide when Yoongi confessed and asked him something that he really wanted to do for so long. “Y-yes, of course, I…I want you to.” He didn’t know what to do, holding onto Yoongi’s hand so tightly as he was feeling more nervous than he had before the exhibition had been opened. He could feel his cheeks blushing and feeling hot.

Carefully Yoongi tipped the mask upwards until his mouth was free and then leaned in to gently cover Taehyung’s lips with his own. It was a delicate kiss, careful and fragile as if he wasn’t sure that this wasn’t a dream and if he wasn’t cautious it would shatter into a million pieces. But Taehyung’s lips were warm and steady, and his mouth tasted so sweet that Yoongi couldn’t help it, he moved closer, his hand wandering to the boy’s waist as he held him against his own body, kissing him again, more daringly so.

The mask slipped off.

“Yoongi!” Taehyung gasped against his lips, when he had opened his eyes just for a second but what he saw made him stop and stare.

He couldn’t believe it.

“Y-you’re…” He blinked, still holding close onto Yoongi as he watched how the veins started to fade out, the black ink seemingly unraveling until they wasn’t seen anymore and instead it was only his brown eyes staring back at Taehyung. He was gleaming and Taehyung cupped his cheeks to look at him thoroughly, before hastily taking his hand in his and watching how the black streaks were simply fading away. In his haste to see if this was real, he took the Yoongi’s other hand, pulled off the glove. “W-what…what is happening?”

Tae’s shock hit him right in the heart and he quickly tried to cover his face with his hands - but to his surprise his palms weren’t black anymore. He slowly let them sink in a daze, turning them over and over to check if they were really just skin. “Tae, do you... do you see this?” Suddenly the other’s expression made sense and he hurriedly turned towards the next picture that was securely sealed behind glass. In his reflection a normal face stared back. His face. He touched his cheek, patting it lightly to make sure that he wasn’t dreaming. But the reflection mimicked him, and he didn’t wake up. A tear spilled over, sudden and hot, running down his cheek when he realized that this was true.

The curse had been broken. And he had Tae to thank for that.

The younger had seen him; broke right through his defenses with his love and kind heartedness to the very core of him. He loved him despite what he looked like, breaking the curse when Yoongi had realized he loved someone too, more than himself and trusted Taehyung with his life. He didn’t mind if others would see him because he wasn’t alone anymore. As long as he was with Taehyung, he was safe.

And with him he felt beautiful, no matter how he looked like on the outside.

Taehyung had seen all his flaws and decided to love him, because he let his heart chose him, not his head. Even if it still made no sense to the younger, Yoongi couldn’t help but pull a stunned Taehyung in and kiss him until they both felt breathless.

He could explain everything later.

Because they had all the time in the world together.

A/N: And here our lovely little beauty and the beast au is finished. We hope you enjoyed this little fic of ours and are excited to our (for now) last fairytale au which will be next: Alice in Wonderland! Thank you for reading and all your lovely comments!

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Top 5 Breakdowns over David Tennant- any fandom/show/ play you've seen? I really liked the dw one you did, just hoping you could expand over/ include other things he's been in.

Oh anon you are QUITE the enabler thank you.

So this is like half actual breakdown list and half just like David Tennant recommendations in general because I love that funky little scot.

+1. This isn’t going on the official list because I already did the previous list you mentioned (i’m glad you liked it, btw!!!) but yeah. Doctor Who. He plays the doctor in a very fuckin uhh mercutial way (he plays a lot of characters that way and I am 100% enamored by it every fuckin time he just does it SO WELL AUGH) and like highs were so high and the lows were so low and he was so FURIOUS AND CRUEL but also so GENTLE AND KIND and like oof!! The multifacetedness bitch!!!! That’s what it’s all about babey!!!

5. Good omens. I mean, duh. There was no fucking way I was gonna survive good omens. Like, honestly, even without miss tennant I wouldn’t have survived it because HA HA HA HA H O L Y SHIT MY FAVORITE BOOK FOR THE LAST DECADE WAS GETTING AN ACTUAL SCREEN ADAPTATION I GENUINELY DID NOT THINK WE WOULD EVER BE HERE THIS SHIT IS LIT. but then but THEN it was like. The way that he portrayed crowley definitely fit into a particular niche that david tennant KILLS. Like god okay I could spend an whole fucking essay on this point so I’m gonna distill this down to just. THE moment that I was like “okay okay okay okay fuck I’m GOING THROUGH IT” was when his voice cracks as he tells aziraphale that he lost his best friend because like in context OOF and out of context I have been Pavlovian trained for the past decade to Utterly Lose My Shit when David Tennant is like this close to crying and he expresses that with his whole body THE ASSHOLE! LET ME REST. I THOUGHT I WAS OVER THIS MISTER!!

4. The Escape Artist. Lesser known (I think?), but a VERY GOOD miniseries! The tone is much darker, and he’s a much more serious character. Similar vibes, role wise, to broadchurch. I’m not sure how much rewatch value it has but watching it for the first time had me like MISSION STATUS: SICK!!!! It’s like a cat and mouse mystery and like. I’m not gonna go to in depth into the story because I think it’s more enjoyable to go into it not knowing much and too me it was one of those things that took like 3 hours to watch all of and a full week or two to like. Process. Also I’m not usually one for drama and I was ABOUT it so I would recommend!!!

3. JESSICA JONES (season 1). Holy FUCK dude. Definitely his darkest and most evil role, and the subject matter is VERY heavy and I definitely would NOT recommend it for everyone because it could be, how you say, triggering as fuck or even just because it is incredibly dark and that might not be your thing. Funnily enough, it’s DEFINITELY not my thing, personally, I tend to avoid narratives about sexual assault because so many of them are, uh, ya know, bad, but Jessica Jones season 1 really is done FANTASTICALLY! The David Tennant breakdown was just a level of cognitive dissonance because I had never seen him play like a VILLAIN villain. I mean, yeah, he was Barty Crouch Jr., but that was for like 30 seconds and while the dude was creepy there was a layer of campy over the topness that is present in most fun fantasy franchises. I remember when he was cast as the purple man me and my parents were like. Yeah he’ll obviously crush the role because he’s talented but in the back of our minds we’ll probably still be thinking of like the doctor and I wonder if we can fully accept him playing the role. Yeah there was fucking NONE OF THAT. When he played Purple Man I never ONCE thought of his other roles and I didn’t even, like, think of David Tennant, ya know. I was just like oh shit this man is evil and terrifying and I want him dead! Please die!!! And yes, I know that that’s how acting works or whatever but also ACTING ya know!!! Of any of the roles on this list this one definitely made me be the most like SHE HAS THE RANGE because I really think it highlights how INCREDIBLY GOOD at his job he is!!! I have not ever rewatched Jessica Jones season 1 though because while it is honestly like a triumph of television it is also A Lot to deal with and I am very rarely in the kind of mindset where I’m able to watch it. But yeah. David Tennant knows what the fuck he’s doing and it is very good.

2. MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING BABEY. Literally I knew nothing about the play or why I should care but the promo material was like. Catherine Tate and David Tennant are costars again and I was like OKAY SIGN ME THE FUCK UP HELL YEAH HELL YEAH HELL YEAH. For real I think on screen chemistry Catherine Tate and David Tennant are one of if not just straight up my favorite duo of all time. They are just so DELIGHTFUL and ENCHANTING and BEWITCHING and basically I want them to costar in everything ever. @azirafeathers was like “sherlock holmes adaptation where she’s sherlock and he’s watson” and I haven’t stopped thinking about that since!!! I would give my left thumb or at least like a solid $60 to see that. Like PLEASE it would be PERFECT. I LOVE THEM. And god this production of much ado is definitely like. “Here’s Benedick and Beatrice. They’re two chaotic dumbass bisexuals that are like fives on the kinsey scale and they fall in love much to their surprise” and it’s TERRIFIC. That’s exactly what I like to see. Like it’s set in the 80s and the set design? The visual gags? The costumes? The soundtrack? THE PHYSICAL COMEDY? It all SLAPS. David Tennant really balances “fun and funky slut” and “utterly PINING idiot” so fucking well. I have said it before and I will say it again David Tennant peaks when Catherine Tate is being mean to him. Also really iconic to give him the role that is like the only man in the play that is (after a bit) CHUGGING his respect women juice. I mean LOOK at this utter buffoon.

I’m in love. This play made me a proud morosexual. Plus it’s all FREE ON YOUTUBE THE NEXT TIME YOU HAVE THREE HOURS AND WANT TO HAVE A GOOD FUCKIN TIME GO WATCH MUCH ADO!!

1. H A M L E T. So imagine that you’re 14 and it’s 3 am and you’re casually watching David Tennant’s hamlet on youtube or at least the parts they put up and you’re painting stars on your ceiling with glow in the dark paint and it makes you realize that you have an excess of black bile and a melancholic temperment and you’ll understand why, while this might not be my all time favorite david tennant role (though it definitely is high up on the list) , this is absolutely my number one David Tennant Related Breakdown. Hoo boy. This probably doesn’t come as a shock to literally anybody that knows me irl bc I Will Not shut up about Hamlet and it is this productions fault. Different people will respond differently too it, and I’m definitely 1000% biased because a: I love him and b: it was the first production I ever watched and it’s what got me On My Bullshit, but this production honestly makes me like. Get Hamlet. Or not get hamlet, personally, as a character, we’re never meant to fully understand him honestly, but it made me understand the ALLURE of the play. I watched it and I was like oh. Yeah. Okay. I can see why people have been obsessed with this for 400 years. I know why it’s considered one of the greatest roles and one of the greatest plays of all time. And I went absolutely feral for it. It solidified Horatio permanently as one of my all time favorite characters in anything ever. David Tennant has this tendency to put manic and desperate energy into the characters that he plays, and that of course works extremely well for hamlet. Plus, like, he plays characters that are drowning, that need the assistance and kindness of love to try and float, and even with that might not be able to keep their heads above water, and the characters that are opposite him are basically always wonderful. Because I am deeply deeply predictable, the core dynamic of Hamlet and Horatio’s relationship is probably like THE most appealing and interesting and important aspect of the play to me, and Peter de Jersey (who is absolutely INCREDIBLE in this production) and David Tennant pull it of breathtakingly beautifully. Every time I watch this I have to lie down for a while. Every time I THINK about this I have to lie down for awhile. So, yeah, number one David Tennant based breakdown is over his hamlet.

Honorable mentions

this gifset-I have not seen what this is actually from but it made me have a conniption. I’m in love with her. She’s my idealized self. I don’t know what to do with myself. I spent 5 hours looking at this now. What the fuck.

The Decoy Bride- I didn’t have a breakdown over it BUT it is a recommendation. Very silly rom com, very much a comfort movie like music and lyrics or singing in the rain for me. Great for sleep overs or rainy sunday afternoons.

Richard II- I haven’t seen it but based on one (1) clip and some stills I would be lost in the sauce for a week after a viewing.

Nativity 2: Danger in the Manger- watch nativity 2 danger in the manger.

Fright Night- jesus fucking CHRIST mister tennant went full slut

Casanova- Mister Tennant Goes Full Slut part 2- has blue colored contacts and it’s weird

#anon #replies #sorry this took a hot minute but i wrote uhh #squints at the screen #1700 words on david tennant making me lose it jesus christ #Anonymous

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faith-in-dean · 6 years

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A Midgardian’s Love - One

Summary: During his search for his father, Loki stumbled upon you in New York. Ever since your meeting, he wasn’t able to get you out of your mind. Who knew how hard he could fall for a mortal?

Words: 1315

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warnings: None

Y/N: This will be a lil ficlet based on this gifset and a conversation between @the-lokis-queen and me... There will be 3 parts to this (With some Smut later on). Please leave me some feedback!

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Your two best friends decided to surprise you with a trip to New York for your birthday. What they wouldn't tell you but you knew anyway was that they wanted to try and find a chance to eventually see Thor. It was obnoxious of them to even think he would be anywhere around here. But what could it hurt to take this trip either way?

“What if we so happen to meet Thor out here?” Sierra asked as the three of you walked through the streets. There was it. Apparently, they didn't plan on keeping their intentions a secret.

“He's long gone. Don't be silly,” you scoffed, scanning the windows of several shops as you walked.

“Don't ruin my dreams!” she acted offended, punching you in the arm before Kayla had grabbed both of your arms, pulling you to a stop.

“Oh god, hold on. Look to your right!” she whispered while all your heads turned, spotting a blonde, tall and muscular man as well as a raven-haired, slightly shorter man. Did this really have to happen?

“No way,” Sierra breathed, not believing her eyes, “I told you we would meet him!”

“Please, I bet it's some imposter. Let's just keep moving,” you tried to stop them from walking over but to no effort.

“No way. I'm not passing this opportunity!” within seconds Sierra walked over to the two men.

“Sorry, aren't you Thor?” she asked, gaining both men’s attention while the raven-haired one already rolled his eyes.

“Not again,” he muttered, already becoming sympathetic to you while both Kayla and Sierra threw themselves at Thor.

“You're embarrassing me,” you muttered, trying to stay as far away from them as possible. In all honesty, you didn't understand the hype around Thor at all.

“Well, it's pleasant to know not everyone is thirsting after my brother,” a low voice said, making you look up.

The dark haired man who had been with Thor made his way over to you, a small grin on his face.

“Uh, yeah. Not really my type. It's embarrassing enough they do that,” you shrugged it off with a small smile. Thor's brother… His rather handsome, and much more your type, brother.

“Pardon my manners, I am Loki, God of Mischief. Who do I have the pleasure with?” he held his hand out to you.

“Y/N, Goddess of Clumsiness and bad decisions,” you held back a laugh at your own joke, accepting his hand before he brought yours up to kiss it. What a way to win over your heart.

“Are you making fun of me?” Loki quirked a brow, looking up at you as he still kept your hand in his a little longer.

“Oh, I would never make fun of a god,” you grinned at him before you could see Sierra, Kayla, and Thor approach you from the corner of your eye.

“We're good to go, Y/N,” Sierra said, dragging your attention from Loki to her. She was eyeing you with a glance that told you she was keeping something from you.

“What is it?” You asked, furrowing your brows together, almost unaware that you were still holding onto Loki's hand.

“Well, this is Thor's brother… Loki. Thor told us that he is no good and you should rather stay away from him,” she tried to say quietly but Loki still heard her. He let go of your hand, only now making you realize you were holding it the whole time.

“Really brother?” Loki asked, wanting to say more but he was interrupted by you.

“Well, I don't care what Thor says. I'm not one to judge a person from what I hear. Besides, Loki seems like a rather nice person from what I can tell,” you shrugged, earning a scoff from Thor. But what you didn't see was that Loki's eyes were now locked on you, looking at you with something like adoration.

“It was nice meeting you, Loki,” you finally turned to him, giving him a soft smile.

“The pleasure was all mine. I dearly hope to see you again,” he replied, bowing before you.

You returned with a small nod before you finally joined your friends to continue your way through New York.

“Honestly though, I don't think Loki is any good news,” Kayla said when you were surely out of earshot from the two men.

“Let that be my problem. Besides, it's not like I'm ever seeing him again, either way,” you shrugged it off, finally seeing a store that seemed interesting to you.

~~~

“Really brother? I'm for once not thinking about stabbing someone and you are trying to ruin it?” Loki asked once the girls had been gone.

“You've had a problem with me falling for a Midgardian but now you're here, falling for one yourself?” Thor scoffed, looking at his brother.

“That is an entirely different situation! Besides, I'm not falling for her, I was just having a conversation!” The raven-haired man snapped at his brother.

“Of course not. Don't forget what we're here for,” the blonde warned him, reminding them of their mission to find their father.

“How could I ever forget?” muttered Loki.

Though truly, his mind was still with the Y/H/C lady, Y/N. She was different than any other Midgardian or any person in general. Usually, anyone would back away from him, avoid him as much as possible. Anyone would listen to his brother rather than listen to Loki.

But her? She didn't give a damn. She was giving him a chance. And for some reason, it sent some strange and warm feeling through Loki's chest. It was something he hasn't recognized.

And while Loki told himself she was just another fragile mortal, he caught himself thinking about her, wishing to return to earth to get to know her some more.

She was more intriguing than any woman had ever been.

He had to return to earth. But first, he had to save Asgard.

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“Are you sure you don't want to come with us?” Sierra asked as she grabbed her bag and put on her heels.

“I'll be fine, just go. Have some fun,” you told her, waving both of your friends off.

You hadn't felt like going out to drink. No, as soon as the girls were out of the door, you dragged out your laptop and opening the search engine.

“Loki, God of Mischief,” you murmured as you typed down the words and pressed the search button.

A few mythology pages popped up, informing over general facts and what was believed about him.

But as you delved a little further, you found articles about Loki. Your Loki. But those articles weren't any nice ones. No, they were about him destroying a city, hurting and even killing several people.

Yet something inside you still felt like there was something unspoken about Loki. Something all those people that warned about him didn't know. And you were more than intrigued to get to know him. To get to know what made him do this.

But you couldn't. You most likely would never see him again. What was he doing on earth either way? Why did you have to cross paths?

It didn't help you when Sierra and Kayla both started swooning about Thor and how nice he was towards them. They wouldn't stop talking while your mind stayed busied with Loki.

“Loki Odinson,” you sighed, shutting your laptop, pushing it to the side before letting yourself drop back into your bed.

For a week you had managed to busy yourself from any thoughts of him. But now? You just couldn't stop anymore. Should you have asked him for a number? Wait, he was a god from another world. He wouldn't have a phone.

How did Jane ever stay in contact with Thor?

With a groan you turned in bed, burying your face in the pillow.

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harrysdimples · 6 years

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sooo...it’s the legend @btapants’ birthday and me and my main partner in crime daria @britneytshirt both came up with this idea and whipped up a lil somethin somethin for celine to read! we just want you to know how loved you are celine and how you influence us all to be better people! we all love you and had a few things to say :)

@bidonnas (aka mik): i followed celine like ages ago bc i was looking for more harries to follow and she seemed so sweet and, like, a Quality™ blog and we've been mutuals for ages as well and we like sent each other asks for like ask games and tagged each other in tag games but we didn't start talking more until the first gc in like march of this year and i do not regret a single thing of entering that gc bc i got to meet my birlfriend, now my bife. we've just gotten closer over the past 6 months of being in so many different groupchats with each other and i love everything about her. she's funny, she's kind and sweet, and she loves mamma mia. i mean, who could ask for more?? fjdkgksdljkfg celine deserves the whole world and all the love in the world and i love her so so so much!!!!

@guccifloralsuits (aka violet): Celine, you already know it but literally love you tons, you make my experience as a harrie stan so much brighter :) I'll always remember the #funkirk days and times we've been throught - from the discourse days to the crazy concerts & I can't wait to see what this next year for you & us brings! You're so easy to talk to and fun to share this experience with! HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALL MY LOVE TO YOU 💖

@annaonvinyl (aka essie): Celine, Celine... I believe we've been mutuals not for that long and i do remember checking my notifications and seeing that she followed me i kid you not when i say i nearly had a moment because i would constantly see her posts and people talking so nicely about her. i can now understand why people kept saying sweet things about Celine, i mean she's amazing! if you aren't following her please do me a favour, go to her blog and press that follow, just... do it. celine is so sweet and funny, her blog is the perfect mix of aesthetic and relatable and not to mention she's so freaking stunning? i mean... have you seen her? model material, i'm telling you. so in conclusion what i want to say is celine is gorgeous and so nice and i love her! tanti auguri bella! spero che tu abbia un bel anno davanti a te e tutto il meglio vada per te! goditi la giornata e sorridi molto (scusa il mio italiano arrugginito)

@signofthebis (aka petra): Happy birthday, Celine! ❤❤❤ You know why I followed you. Because of the tags you wrote under my bta pants gifset. And I knew in that moment... this is a person that gets it and I need her in my life. And then I was lucky enough to get into the biconic gc you started and I got to get to know you and wow? You're amazing. You're so funny and incredible and just... I stan forever??? You're truly a queen. ❤❤❤❤ One day your selfies are gonna kill me because you're that gorgeous. And honestly? What a way to go. So Celine, I hope you're having a wonderful day and may your life be filled with only the best of luck, may it be full of love and kindness because that's what you're giving to us and you deserve the same it in return. Ily ❤

@flowerfeasts (aka dani): I followed celine like a year ago because i used to see all my faves tagging her on my dash, so i thought she was very important and cool and i remember waiting like a few weeks to follow her cause i somehow thought that would increase the chances of her following me back? lmao anyway, i still think she is very cool and i LOVE her fashion sense and she is a libra! that means she is awesome

@harryandcats (aka lejla): CELINE MY ANGELBOO!!!! I’m sooo bad with words and tbh?? there’s not enough words to describe how much u mean to me anyway smh you’re one of the sweetest, funniest and smartest (let’s just not mention your posts and the things you say something BDJDNDNDB) and loveliest people I know!! you’re also so silly sometimes but in a very cute and endearing way bdndn I could talk to you about literally anything, be it something deep or something random like poptarts bxjdndn speaking of poptarts we truly gotta meet someday and you’ll have to buy me lots of things and in return you’ll get the biggest hug of your life!!!! sounds like a plan if you ask me anYWAY I lov u with my whole heart, you’re my love, my life, my wife, my gf, my bitch, my boo, but most importantly: my dumbass ✌🏻😔 I hope you have the loveliest day!!!! Happy Birthday, Celine!! 💗🌈💕

@harrysnotechanges (aka kristyna): Celine 💕💕 you are so funny and such a kind and generous person (not to mention gorgeous, ugh it’s not fair). I’m pretty sure I first started following you because of your url (I mean how much more iconic could you get,,, and I couldn’t agree more, the bta pants were the best pants Harry has ever worn tbh) and I stayed because you’re just an amazing human being. Ily 💕💕💕 Happy birthday!

@gettingdizzy (aka sav): I LOVE CELINE she is super kind and funny and like a little sister to me!! talking to her always makes my day better :) im not even sure why i started following her we probably got put in a gc together or something but im so glad i did!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY ILY

@nofoookingway (aka jess): Oh boy, lil Celine. The cutest bean I’ve ever seen. I know we don’t speak anymore bc I’m trash and got too overdramatic about a stupid lil thing, but I’m so glad that we still follow each other and I see you on my dash every day. Your posts never go without a typo, even if it’s just the tags, and that’s probably my favorite thing about you. You’re so expressive and so weird in the best of ways. I’m pretty sure you’re starting uni (if you’re not smack me), but I know you’re going to kill it. It’s hard af, and it’s gonna suck. You’re gonna hate it sometimes, but believe me when I say I know you can do it and that you will have a blast once you find your niche. If I can do it, you sure as hell can. I wholeheartedly believe that. Anyways, I hope your birthday is just as fun and amazing as you are. ilysm 💛💛

@leesh (aka leesh lol): HAPPY BIRTHDAY CELINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i hope u have the absolute best birthday ever bc it’s what she deserves and i hope harry makes an appearance again looking absolutely fabulous bc it’s also what she deserves (maybe wearing the bta pants? yes i’m putting it into existence!!!!). i honestly can’t rmbr how or why i started following you, maybe it was a gc or maybe i just liked ur blog, i have a terrible memory, but i am SO GLAD whatever the reason I DID. i love seeing ur posts on my dash and i love seeing what you’ve got to say and i also love talking to u in gc’s and stuff. ur a cool gal and i’m glad we had a chance to become mutuals and pals. again i hope u have the best way day ever and get spoilt rotten. i love u!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 💖✨

@kiwiintro (aka kayla): Happy Birthday Celine Bean! I hope it's amazing I love u and you're so iconic and amazing and ur an actual Meme™️ sometimes anyways again I hope your birthday is amazing and have fun being 1(one) year older ❤

@harryftvans (aka teresa): celine my dearest witch princess and gentle air spirit happiest of birthday wishes to you!!! someone’s getting old lol anyway I wish u all the best and hope you have a great day and that a lot of other great days will follow because u only deserve happiness and love and ~good vibes~ in your life!! stay ur amazing self, you’re always so chill and laid back (which is nice in this hectic world gksndn) and even when you pull a zayn on us at the end of the day you’re always there for us, being supportive and it’s always a delight to talk to you and hear stories from you!!! great britain is blessed to have you for the next couple of months/years (hope u have a nice time at uni I believe in u) so yea enjoy your day hope it’s filled with lots of love and hugs!! i’m glad you’ve been brought into the world and i’m glad we were out in the same group chat I couldn’t imagine my days without u, love you v much💕

@pinkflaredpants (aka iris): No offence but it's been a whole ass year since we first heard medicine and still no fuckin studio version of sott.

@britneytshirt (aka daria): celine, remember the day we became mutuals? it’s definitely been a year(+) now, can you believe it’s been that long? i followed u not really expecting to be followed back and u followed me about .02 seconds later and honestly i was a lil shocked. so i put my insecurities aside and decided to text u and u said u just saw my url and liked it and followed me. like?! *harry voice* craziness right? anyway, i like to think of u as a little present from life. when we started talking i was very lonely and literally cried myself to sleep every other night and having a friend, you, to talk to made me realise nothing is ever that bad and in a way... gave me hope? you mean so much to me. you’re always fun to talk to, u always have the funniest things to say. and most importantly, i know i can always count on u for whatever, you’ll be there to listen to me. so thank u. i’m so grateful i have a celine in my life. i love u

me (aka moi): so....celine, where do I even start? from those very first few months when I joined this fandom in september last year we were close friends. we started our first conversation about old 1d memes and the rest is history. I don’t think there’s been a time in the last year or so where I haven’t spoken to you, and I really couldn’t imagine my life without you in it. I look forward every day to chatting with you in the gc and i’m always just in awe of how accepting, loving, caring and truly inspiring you are as a person. I love hearing you speak italian in the rare voice messages you send, and especially your selfies (I will hold the belief that you should be a model to the grave I think tbh). you inspired me to love myself for who i am and we’ve grown as friends into something I never thought i’d reach. i’m never going to be able to fully articulate the weight you hold in my life or the impact you’ve had on me, and i’m bad at expressing my feelings anyway, but I just wanted you to know how LOVED you are, by me, and from everyone here. I can’t wait to eventually meet you once you’re settled over here and I can’t wait for the memories and shows we’ll make in the future. thank you for being you, and please never stop being your amazing self 💕

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sheikah · 6 years

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How are you always able to be so positive and creative? I love the jonerys fandom- maybe a little too much? everyone makes such fantastic fics and art it’s left me feeling I can’t add anything of value to it even though I want to, anything I do just isn’t up to par with everyone else, and I know it’s a silly feeling, I just can’t get over it!

Wow, first of all, you are A SWEETIE and second you are giving me way too much credit. I’m not creative, anon. I have the worst writer’s block of anyone in this fandom and I haven’t created anything in some time (although I did put out two one shots last week so I guess that’s SOMETHING.) My point? We all have times of productivity and slumps but regardless of what type or quality your content is PLEASE share it with us. I promise you will get “up to par.” I’m going to link my first Jonerys gifsets because they’re embarrassing. Hopefully it will show you no one judges because I started out THERE and now I am (mostly) accepted in this fandom and have lots of friends to love on. That’s how I stay positive, btw. The people in this fandom who I adore. And in this hiatus, we could always use more. Participate! Make all the things! Ily Anyway, embarrassing gifsets from my past here, here, and here. In my defense all of those were before we actually had an episode of them in the same scene together. Some of those were before we even had a trailer or a teaser lol. But they were terrible gifs regardless, lmao. So, I slowly, and with many more cringey attempts got better. I only got better by posting a lot even though I sucked, and gradually by PRACTICING, I learned things. Like how to color better, here or here. Making things clearer and brighter by playing with settings: here or here. I’m still learning! I still post ugly things sometimes haha. The same goes for fics, too. I still read the work of some others and am like WOW I wish I was this good. I still read my own stuff sometimes and feel afraid to share it. But I think I’ve improved since I started. Moral of the story is that the fandom supported me and gave notes to my sad ass creations even when my content was hot garbage. PRACTICE, get over that fear of posting stuff, and don’t give up :D

#jonerys #answered

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eldritchsurveys · 4 years

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733.

Did you do anything risky last night? >> No.

You ever kissed someone at your house? >> I mean, yeah.

Be honest,who texted you last? >> It was a group text from Sparrow’s parents or whomever, with a link to the Zoom chat they did yesterday afternoon. Which was silly to send to me, since they had to know I wasn’t going to participate any further than being in the background of Sparrow’s webcam, but whatever.

What is your current annoyance? >> I’m not so much annoyed as I’m just... fragile. I had a moment earlier so now I’m at like 50% resilience. Emotional flashbacks loaded, primed, ready to fire at will!

What were you doing at 12 am last night? >> I think I was asleep by then.

Did you see a guy today that made you smile? >> Does the Sun count...

What are you doing tomorrow? >> I don’t know what I’m doing tomorrow, except probably going to the grocery (I was supposed to go today, but Sparrow’s unemployment hasn’t deposited like it was supposed to, so...).

Will you be up before 7 am tomorrow? >> Maybe. I’m usually up sometime in the vicinity of 7a, give or take an hour.

Are you in a good mood right now? >> No, I’m in kind of a “wounded animal, do not antagonise, no sudden movements, use quiet voice and hands” sort of mood.

Do you want someone to call you right now? >> No.

How artistic are you? >> I don’t think I’m very artistic.

Is it possible that you’ll ever be a cat lady? >> There is nothing about me that suggests I’ll ever be a person with a house full of cats. Sparrow is that person in this household, and I’m ruining that life option for her by living in the same house, lol.

Can you legally drive? >> I am of age to drive, but I am not cleared to.

You kissed someone last night, didn’t you? >> Yeah, Can Calah as usual.

Did anything dramatic go down yesterday? >> No.

Are you currently looking forward to tomorrow? >> No.

Have you ever kissed anyone you weren’t dating? >> Yes.

Do you hate the last person you kissed? >> Not even a little bit.

Do you think the last person you kissed is nice? >> “Nice” is a weak ass word. He’s kind and compassionate and patient and protective and makes an effort to understand, which is way better than “nice”.

Are you happier when you’re single or in a relationship? >> ---

How long does it take you in the morning to fix your hair? >> I don’t fix my hair. It doesn’t require fixing.

Do you find smoking unattractive? >> No. Especially not when Rust Cohle does it--

Have you ever been in a situation where you had to be around your ex everyday? >> Something like that, yeah.

How old is the last person you kissed? >> Age doesn’t exist Inworld. Also, he’s technically dead.

Where’s your phone? >> Next to me.

Are you wearing jeans, shorts, sweatpants, or pajama pants? >> PJ pants.

Have you ever met someone who is amazing? >> Hm.

What are you listening to? >> Nothing. That does remind me that I was considering firing up Spotify, but bleh. I might just go watch the first episode of Succession after I’m done taking surveys (I’m curious about the show after seeing some gifsets, and HBO content is included free for a limited time on Hulu right now), so why bother.

Where are you right now? >> In my bed.

Have you broken the law in the last 3 days? >> No.

Do you remember the first time you kissed the last person you kissed? >> No, that was like 8 years ago.

Do you pay with cash, credit/debit, or checks most often? >> Debit.

When did you last use a straw? >> Uh... oh, when we got McDonald’s the other day. I got an orange juice.

What time did you wake up this morning? >> Around 7a.

Your ex says they never even liked you, you say? >> Dude, who even cares at this point.

Would you kiss anyone you have texts from in your phone? >> The only person who texts me (aside from that random group text yesterday) is Sparrow, so yes.

Could you go a day not talking to the last person you kissed? >> I couldn’t go a day without talking to Can Calah, no. He was gone for a week once a couple of years ago and I was flat-out suicidal the entire time. I could go without talking to outworld people for ages at a time, but Inworlders are a completely different story, and the relationship dynamics are way different here anyway, so.

Do you prefer kisses on the nose, cheek or forehead? >> Hm.

Have you seen someone recently you used to talk to, but don’t anymore? >> No.

Do you like your life as of now? >> Meh. I mean, I like it, yes. But on bad days I don’t really want to think about my life.

Which condiment (ketchup, mustard, etc.) do you use the most of? >> I’m not sure. Spicy ketchup, maybe, because I eat the same thing every morning and that’s the condiment I use on it.

Are you comfortable sharing drinks with your friends? >> Yeah.

What season were you born in? >> Late spring. A good time.

Have your parents ever questioned your virginity? >> ---

What pizza place do you usually order from? >> Jet’s. Fucking love Jet’s. Probably will order some as soon as I get that stimulus check we’ve all been promised, if that’s real.

Honestly, have you ever mooned or flashed somebody? >> Yes.

Do you have a least favorite color? What is it? >> That burnt orange-y colour.

Honestly, have you ever written something on a bathroom stall? >> Nope. Used to love reading the shit written on bathroom stalls in bars when I was in NY, though. People are too ~polite~ to do that here, I guess, because I haven’t seen any since moving here. :(

Do you find graveyards scary? >> Not at all.

When was the last time you made a pinky promise? >> ---

When you were a kid did you ever look up “sex” in the dictionary? >> I mean, maybe? I always had my nose in a dictionary, so.

Is there anything written on the shirt you’re wearing right now? >> I’m wearing an undershirt. There’s a Welcome to Night Vale design on the hoodie I’m wearing over it, though.

Are you shorter or taller than most of your friends? >> I’m shorter than most people.

Honestly, do you double dip? >> Yeah. Usually the only person I’m sharing with, if I’m sharing at all, is Sparrow, and she doesn’t care, so.

Have you ever been hit on through text message? >> Maybe.

What was the last junk food you ate? >> *shrug*

Did your last kiss mean anything to you? >> *shrug*???

Are you a morning person or a night person? >> Morning.

Who’s the last person who you went out to eat with? >> Sparrow.

Have you ever fallen asleep with the last person you kissed? >> Every night.

Anything happened to you in the past month that made you really mad? >> I mean, maybe. Or at least really upset, I’m not sure anger was the actual emotion.

Are there any people who don’t like you? >> Well, duh.

Have you ever had a best friend who was of the opposite sex? >> No.

Have you ever kissed underwater? >> No.

Like someone? Want to have sex with that person? >> ---

Last thing you bought? >> FFXIV subscription.

Last time you were drunk? >> I don’t remember, it’s been a while.

If you were paid 1 million dollars, would you kiss someone that was the same sex as you? >> I’m not going to accept that much money just for kissing someone. Like, I don’t get the point of that. Please put that money to actual good use.

How old is the person you’re currently interested in? >> ---

Who was the last person you cried in front of? >> The only people who see me cry are Inworlders.

#surveys #survey #random survey

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In love with your dark side | Pt.2

• Pairing: Beauty!Taehyung x Beast!Yoongi • Genre: Fluff, bit of Angst | Rating: Teen and Up | Beautyandthebeast!AU / Fairytale!AU • Words: 5k | AO3 | Gifset Trailer • Disclaimer: anxiety, mentioning of a curse

written with @cassiavioletblue

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“One black coffee, please.” Taehyung said as he searched through his wallet if he had enough money with him, ignoring the baristas weird look as he was already carrying a cupboard try with two cups from a different brand in them. He paid, thanking her sweetly and just as he slipped out of the coffee shop, the young barista closed the doors behind him, locking it firmly.

It was late already, when Taehyung had closed up his own shop and had rushed to the upper side back again to still get one of the pricier coffees. With a bright smile and a naïve mind, Taehyung greeted the night shift receptionist with a smile, before pushing the elevator button with his elbow. Only when he stood in front of Yoongi’s office again, did Taehyung hesitate for a second, taking a deep breath, before he knocked.

Yoongi froze.

Had he misheard or had someone actually knocked at his door? Before last night he would have simply ignored it but with Taehyung in the picture he was too curious to see who it was. Taehyung had no reason to come back, did he? And yet he hoped that the other still came back. Maybe he was the clumsy type and yet accidentally taken a letter from him again. Carefully he pushed the curtain a little aside, just enough for him to take a sneak peek without being too obvious about it. His heart jumped in his throat as he recognized the boy’s face. Outside of his door stood Taehyung - with a tray of coffee in his hands. Yoongi wondered briefly how exactly he had managed to knock without putting the coffee aside but then he hurried to unlock the door.

“Come in. No letter this time?” He greeted the other courtly - but with a small smile on his lips.

Taehyung’s heart did a jump when the door got unlocked and he carefully pushed it open. “No letter,” He smiled back at his boss, “But coffee. Two coffees actually.” Walking over to Mr. Min’s desk, he placed the tray down taking the two cups and placing it in front of his boss. “I wanted to say thank you for not firing me and if you work this late you might are in need of coffee.” A big smile appeared on his lips and he motioned to the two cups, “Though I wasn’t sure which kind of coffee you like...so, I bought two. One from my favorite place and one from the shop downstairs, the overpriced one.” Taehyung took the third cup from the tray and stepped away, “Oh and this is mine.” He never liked the bitter taste of caffeine and a hot chocolate was actually what he needed after a long day of work. “I wanted to apologize again for bursting in last night, so please...take this as an apology and a little thank you.”

He actually broke into laughter at that, a real if awkward laugh that made his gums show. Shocked he covered his mouth with his hand. He waited tensely for a reaction, but Taehyung did yet again surprise him as he didn’t take notice of his awkwardness at all. He just couldn’t figure him out! But coming over with coffee in the middle of the night to say ‘thank you for not firing me’ when it was Taehyung who had control over his life as well had taken him by surprise. However, it was quite a nice one. He reached for the coffee, looking at the logos that were plastered all over the paper cups. He didn’t knew any of them.

“So, what you’re saying is you brought two coffees for me and none for yourself?” He smirked as he went to the corner of the room, opening a shelf to reveal a compartment with a coffee machine inside, neatly stored away. “You can have a coffee in return if you want.”

Taehyung’s eyes widened, cheeks blushing in embarrassment. Of course, he could have thought about how his boss probably had his own coffee machine right in his office but he had been so happy to have something to bring him as a small ‘thank you’. He would have found it awkward to come back with nothing.

“Oh,…” Taehyung bit his lip, “I…I am sorry I didn’t know. You probably like your own better, right? I can take these back or…give them to Jaesung downstairs.” When Yoongi looked at him in confusion, he added quickly, “Your night shift receptionist? Jaesung?” Taehyung chuckled, “It’s okay, you have like a million customers. Though I can tell you each name and where they sit.” He smiled teasingly, “Do you remember mine?”

“Of course, I do remember your name, Kim Taehyung.” He could have added his age, his love for photography and everything else that he had found while searching the web for him. It had actually impressed him to see how present the other was and not in the usual silly social media stuff you found when researching someone in their twenties. His blog was artsy, intelligent and had piqued Yoongi’s interest right away. So, he was all the more curious about his young employee who seemed so fearless while ignoring the norm. “Don’t you dare gift my coffee away! Don’t you have manners? Gifting someone something means they get to keep it; you can’t just change your mind about that!” He snatched the coffees away so quickly that it was a good thing they had a lid on top or else the black fluid would have spilled over on the table.

Taehyung couldn’t help but laugh, when Yoongi talked about manners while grabbing the coffees so quickly from him. “I’m glad you accept my gift then, Mr. Min.” He smiled at his boss and for the first time tonight, really looked at him. The long shirt he wore was nothing of what he usually would expect of someone being the CEO of a company, but then again: Yoongi didn’t expect anyone that late at night and he wasn’t even sure if his boss was still doing meetings. All he knew was the rumors people gushed about in the office and what Yoongi had told him himself, that his health mustn’t been great. The long sleeves reached over his hands, giving his boss sweaterpaws and Taehyung had to keep himself from cooing over the cuteness that the imagery had.

He noticed how Taehyung’s eyes lingered on his hands and he quickly withdrew them, trying his best to not follow the urge to hide them behind his back or stuff them in his pocket. He had learned that showing weakness was the worst you could do because it was like serving your weak spots to others on a silver plate and they wouldn’t hesitate to use this to their advantage. So instead he turned around and stood before the coffee machine, his back to Taehyung. “So how do you like your coffee then? I don’t have fancy vegan milk, but I’m stocked up on the classics.” He liked to drink his coffee black, sometimes with sugar but he had still some coffee creamer left from when he had actually used his office properly.

“Oh, no, please. I don’t want to bother you and I have some of my hot chocolate left.” He pointed at the third smaller cup (he hadn’t enough money to get himself a bigger anymore). “Thank you though,” His cheeks dusted in a rose color at the thought of Yoongi wanting to do something for him in return, “You probably have to get work done. And there’s someone waiting for you to get home soon. I don’t want to bother.”

Yoongi cocked his head. “Hot chocolate, I see. No coffee could compare to that.” The amusement made his eyes shimmer, but it was gone as quickly as it came. The thought of being left alone with his work made him feel all cold and the idea of his empty home - where definitely no one was waiting for him - left a bitter taste. “If that’s a polite way to tell me that you have other plans for the night then I got the hint. If not you are welcome to stay and help me, make some copies for example. It would be paid work, of course.” He quickly fabricated.

He didn’t need copies. But he needed company.

Taehyung’s smile reached his ears when he shook his head. He had no plans at all and staying sounded more fun. He took the coffee cup and walked over to Yoongi and leaned down just enough to look him into his eyes, noticing the habit of the other looking everywhere but him. “Drink this one. It’s not the expensive coffee but it tastes better, believe me.” He smiled, when Yoongi reached for it carefully and this time he kept his eyes on him. Tae had noticed how quickly he had retreated his hand before and did not want to bother him. “And please there’s no need to pay me. I’ll help you anytime.”

Yoongi shook his head. “I wonder how you made it through life so far with your honestly catastrophic sense for opportunities. I insist on paying you. I’m no charity and I don’t want to be treated as such in return. Besides, photography equipment is expensive, and you could use some extra lenses for that macro photography of yours. Money makes all the difference there, believe me, you won’t get satisfying results with cheap equipment.” He didn’t like feeling vulnerable and Taehyung helping him would have definitely made him insecure. He didn’t like owing people, be it money or time or attention. Like this is was a clean, clear business deal. Work for money, just like the hundreds of other employees that worked for him right now.

“My…my photography?” Taehyung stuttered as he was confused on how Mr. Min knew about his art. His heart was beating fast and he gulped against the lump in his throat. “How do you know about my photography,” His confusion was written all over his face. Taehyung couldn’t think of one reason why Mr. Min could know this about him. They hadn’t cared to know about what he did as his main job when he applied for the mail position, so there couldn’t be any papers. “Money doesn’t make all the difference, Mr. Min. You can have the most expensive equipment and still be a crappy artist.”

“I’d like to be informed about my employees,” was his curt answer - which was a blatant lie. He didn’t know anything about most of the people working for him and the things he did know he had acquired by accident or because they had messed something up and therefore stayed in his memory. He had never googled one before Taehyung, but he definitely wouldn’t tell that to his face. “While that might be true it’s also difficult to be a splendid artist with ‘crappy’ equipment. Ideally you have both, talent and the financial resources to fund your dreams. So, stop complaining about payment please I won’t let you work without it.”

“My dreams,” Taehyung chuckled low and for a moment, he let Yoongi see through the façade of his happy smile, where there were too many broken dreams. He replaced it quickly with a grin again and nodded. “Okay, if you insist but I want to ask for something in return.” His heart jumped, when he suddenly felt nervous, but the thought had hit him the moment he had laid his eyes on Yoongi. He didn’t know how Yoongi would react, but he had learned to be trusting of his own instincts and if he saw something beautiful, the urge to take pictures of it was too big to deny. “Will you let me take a picture of your hands then?”

Yoongi’s face fell the moment Taehyung's question left his lip, flinching back as if he had been slapped.

“My …my hands? So, you do want proof for some shady expose! Of course, you do, no one is ever that selfless. Get out. Now!” It hurt. It actually hurt even though he barely knew the other and had only seen him twice but after so long of being lonely and all by himself in the dark he had latched onto the first person who pretended to still see him as human. He had fallen for it so easily. How pathetic he was. He should have known better. No one liked the ugly, everyone strived for beauty. He was an idiot for forgetting.

Taehyung startled effectively when Yoongi shouted at him, hunching up his shoulders in a reflex before he reacted. “No, no, Mr. Min you don’t understand.” He turned around to grab his bag and reached for his phone inside to open a folder filled with pictures and showing it to Yoongi, who was still furiously shouting at him. “It’s part of my new series, look! I just thought…” Taehyung took a deep breath, before he spilled the truth, “They are the most beautiful I’ve ever seen, very delicate and…perfect. And I’ve noticed the habit of little marks on your fingers from the pens you use. Right there on your hand.” Tae would have loved to reach out and show Yoongi, but instead he showed it on his own where Yoongi has smudged some kind of ink all over his palm.

“You... you are crazy!” Yoongi had shrunk back when Tae had pushed the phone forward for him to look at it. He hadn’t lied, there were hands all over, delicate ones and ones with chubby fingers, some colored with something like turmeric and beetroot, others covered in scribbles all over. But they all had something in common: they were healthy, normal hands, not like his: spoilt and rotten and tainted with the darkness inside of him. “Please get out.” He didn’t shout any longer, but his voice trembled from too many suppressed emotions. He couldn’t handle this; he couldn’t deal to be confronted with his ugliness right now.

Taehyung’s eyes widened when he realized that he had cornered his boss with his simple request, completely disregarding how he could feel about it. He was his boss after all. He was in no place to ask such stupid questions. “I am sorry,” He pushed the phone deep in his pocket, “Again.”

Taehyung felt guilty and horrible for being so dumb to see that the other might not want to do this for him. “I should have asked more respectfully but I got excited and I have this stupid habit of talking too much when I shouldn’t.” He bit his tongue and cursed himself in his mind. “You’re way kinder than the people say, and I thought since you talked about my photography that you liked it maybe.” He bowed his head, cheeks red in shame. “I won’t ask again, I promise. But I won’t take it back about what I said about your hands.”

Yoongi stayed silent. He was too scared to talk; afraid he might actually start to cry if he did. The self-hatred tasted bitter on his tongue as it burned through his veins like acid. He was pathetic, weak... he didn’t deserve to be head of a company being like this. He couldn’t be moved by a simple request like that, he should have been impressive enough for Taehyung to not even dare to ask such a question and pull his ugliness out in the open like that. He should start to wear gloves again. Or be above his cursed condition or… or…

He just wanted to be alone right now to figure it out so he pushed a random pile of files in Taehyung's hands and asked him as calmly as he could to make some copies.

Taehyung stood a little awkwardly as he watched his boss disappearing up the stairs. He sighed and then looked down to see what kind of files he was holding, but he figured he had no clue about economics anyways. So, he walked up to the copy machine and started making copies of the files, sorting it perfectly, thinking that Yoongi just needed a little bit of time to see that he hadn’t tried to be mean or get too close. He hadn’t kicked him out in the end after all.

After a while Taehyung couldn’t help himself but yawn with every copy he made. He finished the last file, just like Yoongi had asked him to and put it onto the stack of papers, when a faint melody coming from the room above caught his attention, making him halt in his movements.

Without the noise of the copy machine, he could hear it a lot clearer now and it sounded like something familiar. A piano maybe, something classical. Taehyung bit his finger in nervousness as he tried to figure out what the right thing to do was. He had to tell Mr. Min that he was done with everything anyways and he wouldn’t hear him if he was listening to music. With a rapid heartbeat, Taehyung looked up at the closed door at the end of the staircase and took the first step.

…

With Taehyung busy and his emotions still in uproar Yoongi did what he always did when his heart didn’t seem to calm: He went up to play the piano. He was sure that copying all those files would keep Taehyung occupied for a while, long enough that he could play one or two pieces and then come down as if nothing has happened. He didn’t want him to know that he lived up there even though he had a suspicion that sooner or later Taehyung’s curiosity would make him figure it out. The other was kind of crazy apparently - but he was just as much considering he was risking everything he had just to talk to someone. He pressed the key under his index finger down harder but instead of a sound there was nothing. His stomach cramped in apprehension of what was about to come and with horror he pressed the key again. Nothing. There was nothing even though he had played it like five minutes ago. Yoongi howled in desperation as he balled his hands into fists and slammed them onto the keys. “Can’t I have one fucking day without this stupid curse ruining everything?” His voice was a hateful hiss as he closed the lid violently, trying not to think about how many keys the curse had already taken from him and how little there were left.

Taehyung stood in awe, leaning against the doorframe as he listened. He had closed his eyes, letting the music embrace him and take him away, because Yoongi played with so much passion that it made it seem like he was telling him a story. It broke off so suddenly and it pulled Taehyung back into reality when the song abruptly stopped and instead Yoongi drew the most horrible sound from the piano as he slammed onto the keys. He didn’t really get what Yoongi was hissing to himself, so he just broke through his self-hatred (because he figured that much) with a sweet tone, “I think it sounded absolutely lovely, why did you stop?”

Yoongi flinched so hard he almost fell backwards over the piano stool. “What the hell? You don’t know the meaning of private, do you? First my office, now this.” It was biting and cold and only after he said it did he feel a little pinch of guilt. But he was angry and so he kept going. “Don’t hold it against me when I can’t take much from your compliment. You don’t play, do you? How much concerts have you been too? Classical ones, those with standards I mean.“ When Tae didn’t answer fast enough he groaned, wiping over his face, “This is a fucking waste of my time!” He could feel the tears way too close under the surface, just waiting for an opportunity to spill over and break his last resolve. He was nothing. All that he had built had started to fade the moment he had been cursed and now the curse slowly took his music from him. He couldn’t bear the thought of the day when nothing would be left, and he would be all alone in the darkness - forever.

Taehyung could feel the anger and frustration coming off from Yoongi in waves, the hatred that filling him up. And yet, it hurt when he talked about him so bluntly, judging him from what he thought he looked like: someone without any class.

“You really like to judge people, huh?” Taehyung spat back at him, “Why do you think I’ve never been to a classical concert before? Because I can’t afford it? Because I look poor?” He shook his head with a sigh, before an idea came into his mind as he stared at Yoongi’s back, who had turned away from him on the stool. If this were Jimin or someone else, he might have hugged the person, but from what he could tell Mr. Min wasn’t the kind of person for skin ship and yet, he needed comfort. And Taehyung was great at that.

Slowly, Taehyung came closer and sat down at the other side, pushing his back against Yoongi’s, facing the opposite direction. “My dad used to play the piano actually. I think that’s when my love for art came from. Do you know those finger paints that you can color windows with? I imagined I could paint a wonderful imagery, maybe a flower field or something and run into it.” He chuckled softly at the memory. “When did you start playing?”

The answer Yoongi wanted to spit back at the other (because he was the only outlet for his anger right now) stayed stuck in his throat when Taehyung leaned against him as if they were old friends. His pride told him to lean away immediately and yell at Tae how he dared to cross such boundaries. But the warmth that seeped through his back made him tear up and his throat feel tighter. When was the last time that someone had touched him? It must be almost a year and oh, how he missed it!

It wasn’t like he’s had any long term relationship in the last few years but he had always craved contact as much as he feared it and so he had indulged himself in regular hook ups, never with the same person twice. His voices sounded small and choked when he finally answered, far from the cold reply he had initially prepared. “When I was in high school. We had a piano that was very expensive, so I was never allowed to touch it. And I pretended to obey but whenever my parents were out I snuck in and taught myself how to play. When one of the maids told on me I could play enough to impress my mum, so she got me a teacher. I was punished for breaking their rules of course but it was worth it.”

“That’s very sneaky of you, Mr. Min.” Taehyung laughed, leaning his head back in the process, “That doesn’t sound like the well-mannered CEO I know now.” He let his mind wander, thinking about how a young Mr. Min had been like, if he had dreams, if he still had the same one’s now or if they had changed. “It was truly worth it. I really liked the way you play; it was almost like…you were telling a story.” Taehyung closed his eyes and hummed the melody he remembered, fingertips playing in the air. He could feel Yoongi straightening his back a little, hearing his soft laugh against his back and Taehyung took it as an invitation to just keep on talking and rambling until Yoongi’s voice didn’t sound as broken anymore and his answers were longer than a few words.

“...And then one day, I came home and Jimin had put up all of my photography in the hallway just like that and invited a few of our friends over. There was even champagne,” He was gesturing around as if he was showing Yoongi how it looked, although their backs were against each other, “The cheapest one he could buy though, from the discounter. And he pretended as if it was my first exhibition, interviewing me and my friends just played along. In the end we all just got very drunk but…we were young.” He laughed and raked a hand through his messy hair, before his voice dropped a little. “One day I’ll have my own though.” Taehyung bit his lip as he thought of his little dream and peeked over his shoulder just a little, “Do you still have a dream, Mr. Min?”

It was easy to listen to Tae. He spoke so lively and colorfully that the vivid images rose in his mind all by themselves and a soft smile had stolen its way on his lips without permission. “Dreams?” He sighed deeply. “Well, I’ve got one, to be honest. I long for it with my whole being and yet I can do nothing to achieve it. I want to be free from this… sickness.” He had almost said curse. Luckily when it slipped people just thought he spoke figuratively. “I wasn’t always like this. But I fear I will be now, for the rest of my life.”

“Is there anything you can do?” Taehyung asked carefully, “You must know good doctors, right?” He wasn’t sure how much he could ask without pushing Yoongi away again. “Is it bad for you? Will…will it affect your health?” He hadn’t expected the aching in his heart at the thought of Yoongi being in pain or losing his life to an incurable sickness – now that he had gotten to know him a little.

“Not… really. I guess I could ‘think positive’ and ‘be kind’ and all that new age shit…” He normally didn’t try to curse in front of others, but it slipped so easily from his lips whenever the frustration took over, “...but apart from that I can only wait and hope that something changes before my time runs out. And doctors can only cure what their schoolbooks taught them. As soon as you differ from the norm they’re lost. I might end up in a glass cage if I let too many people look at me. I tried, in the beginning I was naive and thought that there had to be someone who was able to help me, I’ve seen so many specialists. But in the end I had to give up. That’s the worst, isn’t it? Putting all your energy and time and hope into something just for it to mean nothing in the end.” He couldn’t answer Taehyung’s question fully without revealing what he suffered from so he stayed vague and talked only as honest as he dared to be.

Taehyung had turned around slowly, when Yoongi was talking not able to speak up and silence filled the room as he let everything sink in. It felt heavy on his heart to know what he had been through with no one by his side (at least he assumed it from what he knew now). “But you feel no pain from the disease?” He asked again, just to make sure, before shifting completely, so that Yoongi’s back was against his chest instead. Taehyung wasn’t leaning in, yet, giving Yoongi the chance to back away if he wanted to or lean back if he needed it. “C-can I?” Taehyung reached out slowly, hovering over Yoongi’s hand, while being so close that his breath was tingling Yoongi’s skin right by his ear.

“No, I’m not in pain. Not physically.” His cheeks heated at the confession that he hadn’t really meant to share. Because he was hurting, just in places that were beyond the flesh. He tensed when he felt Taehyung shifting, waiting for the other to get up, preparing himself to do the same but nothing the like happened. Instead the warmth came back and suddenly he could feel Taehyung’s breath against his skin. He shuddered, his whole body vibrating with nerves as Taehyung reached out for him. Yoongi tried to mask the nervous tremor in his hand by tilting his palm up but he regretted it the very next second. He had forgotten how dark his palm was, for one single blissful heartbeat he had actually forgotten how ugly he was because Taehyung’s closeness had wiped everything else from his mind. He was about to take his hand back when Taehyung’s fingertips touched his palm and he instinctively held his breath.

The younger could feel it against his chest as he leaned a little closer. His touch was a careful one, soft and light as he traced along a line on the inside of Yoongi’s hand. He shifted closer as he reached around the man’s body towards the other hand and did the same: waiting for Yoongi to relax and then touch him again. Instinctively, Taehyung leaned his head on Yoongi’s shoulder as he drew patterns into palm of his hands; long forgotten that this was his boss he was sitting behind. It was like the moment they had stepped away from the office, it didn’t matter anymore. Right here, by the piano in Yoongi’s makeshift (very expensive looking) home, it wasn’t about the status anymore.

It was just them, in the middle of the night.

Taehyung intertwined their hands softly, letting go again just do repeat the motion because his own big hands, fitted so nicely against Yoongi’s smaller ones. “I still think your hands are beautiful,” He whispered softly, before a yawn drew out of him and he wasn’t fast enough to hide it. “Do you want me to come back tomorrow,” Taehyung released his hands from his, soothing over Yoongi’s arms before he leaned back, “To do the work you wanted me to?” It was written all over Yoongi’s body that he was lonely, and Taehyung had taken a liking in his strange boss and if it would make it easier for him to decide to let him back in if it was “job” related, then so be it.

Yoongi bit his lip before the words could tumble out and he made the mistake of asking Taehyung to stay a little longer. It was amazing - and also a little scary - what some intimacy could do to him and if he was honest he already started to miss the warmth the moment Taehyung leaned back.

“Sure. If you have the time you can come over.” Telling him that he definitely wanted to see him felt like an inappropriate confession, so he tried to keep it casual. His hands twitched as he put them back onto his thighs without anything to hold onto.

“I’ll be there,“ The words were whispered, when Taehyung hugged Yoongi once, before getting up and rushing back to the stairs – this habit of staying up late was really messing with his sleeping schedule. “Oh and, you can call me Tae by the way.” He waited for Yoongi to turn to look at him before he waved, “That’s what all my friends call me.”

A/N: Ohhh, what do you think? ;) Will Taehyung’s natural curiosity will be a mistake or the way through to Yoongi’s heart? ;) Thank you for reading!

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Cinnamon and fairy dust | Final

• Pairing: elf!Jungkook x Taehyung • Genre: Fluff (with a little bit of angst) | elf!AU ( → Gifset Trailer) • Words: 5,6k | Co-Writer: Cat @cassiavioletblue • Disclaimer: mentioning of violence / smut

↳ There are no things such as fairy tales, magical reindeers that could fly, fairies and Christmas elves - at least Taehyung believed so. But everything was about to change, when Jungkook offered him shelter from a snowstorm and a sweet, hot cocoa, wondering about the boy who hated Christmas so much. Nothing that a bit of fairy dust couldn’t fix, right?

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It almost felt like Yoongi was back to zero with Jungkook. He was staying every night with the younger, to make sure he was okay. That he wasn’t going crazy, because of the pain and that someone was there to hold him each time it would get too much. Jungkook was working all day, then crying at night until he fell asleep in Yoongi’s arms.

The fairy was soothing over Jungkook’s hair softly, just like he was used to it by now. He was the one protecting him. And he had failed, thinking that Taehyung was different maybe. It made no sense to him. Absolutely no fucking sense. It hadn’t seemed like Tae had been playing with the younger. He had always been so careful, so gentle. There were a few other fairies flying around, who were bringing Jungkook some fairy dust. Their eyes worried, when they saw how sad Jungkook was and how much energy it cost him to hold himself up. One was flying right over to them, sitting itself onto the elf’s shoulder. She was cocking her little head and looking upwards to Jungkook’s face. “Why are you so sad, Jungkook?”

The elf sighed deeply, trying to put on a smile. “You wouldn’t understand, little one. Or... maybe you would but... I really don't want to talk about this right now.” He shrugged his shoulder apologetically, almost making her tumble off in the process. “Sorry.” His smile turned sheepish but more real. Still his eyes remained sad. he couldn't remember the last time that he had been actually happy.

“Why wouldn’t I understand, Jungkookie?” She asked, walking up his shoulder, when the younger sat up a little and held out his palm for her to sit on. It was nicer to talk like this. “Is it because Taehyung hadn’t been around the past weeks? We miss you two. You haven’t been visiting us for so long…,” She pursed her lips a little, seeing the hurt in Jungkook’s eyes, “Is he gone?” Looking at Yoongi, who was looking stiff as a board, when she had said the human’s name, she turned back to Jungkook. “He will come back, right? He loves you and he promised to bring sweets from the city!” She said with a hopeful smile and hid a giggle behind her hand, “I like the human.”

“Yeah, I like him too.” Jungkook tried not to ruin her mood. “I don’t know when he will come back. Or if he will do that at all. He doesn’t like this town and I’m sure he will be happy in the city. So, there’s nothing really that he would need to come back for. Humans aren’t like us, little one. They don’t love eternally. He might fall in love with someone else the next day or the next week and then he will have forgotten about me. I know how they are, I... I knew before. But still... I fell for him.” He sighed deeply. “I’m a silly person, am I not? For knowing my chances and then doing it anyway. Just because of hope. Sometimes I think the stories are true. That the last thing in pandora’s box, the worst and most cruel evil ... was hope. Because it makes you do stupid things like follow your heart even though you should know better.”

She shook her head in disbelief, looking at Jungkook closely, “What makes you think that he left you? That he will fall in love with someone else? Did he say that?” The fairy took her long hair to the side, letting her little fingers rake through it, while she was looking at the elf with big eyes, “I only saw love in his eyes, Jungkook. So why would he leave you and tell us that he wants to come back…you know when he was building our new home with us…he told us how he wanted to make one for you, too. He’s not just any human, Jungkook.” She got up and put her hands on her waist, “You aren’t happy here, too right? You had only accepted it here because it was safe.”

“Because it was safe and because you found homes here! I won’t ever leave you behind! You’re my family. I would miss you way too much to ever be happy without you. And the city isn’t a place for you. Neither is it for me. I need greens and flowers and plants to be healthy and happy too. So, no matter where we are together Tae and I, one of us would always be unhappy. That’s not how it should be right? And of course, I don’t trust him to come back. If he had planned to come back then he would have told me sooner that he was leaving, don’t you think? If he cared about my heart, he wouldn’t have broken it so easily.”

“But this isn’t about us but about you!” The fairy said, crossing her arms in front of her chest, “If he cared…would he have baked all night for you? When he’s actually a terrible baker? Never told anyone your secret? Made sure you were safe at all times? Bring you to bed when your exhaustion took over? Made sure we had a new home, while you could still do your job,” She sighed, “He made one mistake of not telling you right away and you blame that he doesn’t love you because of that? That seems pretty unfair to me, Jungkookie. Maybe Tae was scared, too? Tell me that he didn’t give you anything that made sure you would know that he would come back. When he left…what exactly did he say, hm?”

Jungkook shook his head harshly, almost shaking the fairy right off of him. “Just stop it! I don’t want to remember! Yoongi told me he would leave, and he did. I should have listened to Yoongi before. I can’t turn back time but I’m going to listen to him now. That’s the least I can do.”

The fairy looked at Yoongi accusingly, turning towards him, while she was biting her lip anxiously. “But even you said Tae was different,” She was talking to Yoongi quietly, before looking at Jungkook again. Flying over to the elf, she caressed Jungkook’s cheek.

“I am sorry, Jungkookie…but I won’t let you die because of a broken heart and if you’re not doing anything, then I will!” She said with determinacy and flew away from Jungkook a little, “Because I don’t think Tae would have left you like this.”

Yoongi huffed indignantly. “Well, that was before I knew that the human had sex with him.” The comment was hushed and bitter and he hoped that Jungkook hadn’t heard.

His heart ached for Kookie every time he thought of it of how casually Taehyung must have sent the elf into damnation. Humans didn’t care. They didn’t know a thing about values and loyalty and trust. They were selfish little creatures, thinking that the universe revolves around them because they were the ‘evolved’ race who could built 3D Printers and their own robotic devices. But in the end, they were still animalistic creatures, driven by instinct and want and their deepest desires that stemmed from rudimentary patterns that their cell matter had learned to react to thousands of years ago.

But that wasn’t the way Taehyung was, at least that’s what the fairy thought. This couldn’t be it. She was flying up a little, staring accusingly at Yoongi before her gaze went soft when she was looking back at Jungkook again. If Jungkook wouldn’t do anything, then she would. She had heard of elves dying of a broken heart before, she couldn’t let that happen to him. Looking around, she was worrying her bottom lip, trying to find anything that could help her to make this right. To make Jungkook see that going after what his heart longed for would be the right choice. Then she found it. Tae’s little box. The one he had prepared and gifted to him before Christmas. A sudden beeping sound made her fly right up to it. “I knew it!” She said, lifted the heavy lid and looked at the drawings and what seemed to be a mobile phone. With a little kick of her foot, she send the box flying down the cupboard and right onto the floor, making the drawings fly everywhere and the phone tumble right in front of Jungkook.

“Hey!” Jungkook jumped to his feet when there were papers and stuff flying everywhere “What was that for? Don’t be stupid now, throwing a tantrum won’t really make me believe you any more than...” He stopped when he saw what exactly the fairy had thrown off the shelf and his face contorted into a painful expression. “Why... why would you do that? Stop messing with me, please, I’m struggling enough...” Another uncomfortably high signal of the phone made Jungkook clasp his palm over his ears. “What’s this?”

The fairy didn’t care about what Jungkook said right now, instead she was flying to push one end of the accumulator into a socket, before she pushed the thin end into the phone. Flying up, she landed with one foot on the little symbol that would start up the phone again and keep it from making these uncomfortable noises. “This…is what Tae gave you right? How you can keep in contact with him? That’s what he told you, right?” She said a little out of breath and added quietly, “I knew he wouldn’t leave you like this.” It didn’t take long until it lit up and was vibrating repeatedly to show all the unanswered calls and messages. Typing away with her little feet, she started the last message on Jungkook’s answering machine and suddenly Taehyung’s voice was echoing through the room, sounding broken and tired.

“Hey…ehm…okay, I guess I get it…you don’t want to talk to me anymore,” Taehyung’s voice said, “I’m probably pathetic for still calling you, even though I know you’re ignoring my messages and my calls. I just…I found a new apartment. It’s a bit outside of the city. It’s quite nice. Yeah…I still work at the art gallery though and it’s crazy how many people come by. You’re probably working a lot, too.” There’s was an awkward silence and you could hear Taehyung taking a deep breath, “Why aren’t you answering me, Jungkook? Did I do something wrong? Please…I miss you,” Then the message broke off and the little fairy clasped her hands over her mouth, looking at Jungkook with wide eyes.

Jungkook froze when he heard Taehyung's voice. He wanted to shut his eyes and shield his ears from it but at the same time he ached for every word that Tae spoke. his soft voice, the images it evoked. How could you dread and love something at the same time? He didn’t really get what Taehyung was talking about - just that he had found himself an apartment. But why was he telling him that? Of course, he would find an apartment sooner or later. Did he want Jungkook to be happy for him now? Was he supposed to say, ‘Congrats for getting a home so far away from me?”

The fairy looked at Jungkook and then back at the phone. With another push of her feet, she opened the tons of short messages and pictures Taehyung had send Jungkook, each of them getting more desperate the longer the elf hadn’t been answering Tae, before she turned the device towards the elf. “Look,” She said quietly, “Do you still think he wanted to leave you?”

...

Taehyung finally stepped out of the museum, looking up at the dark, grey sky, while he brought his jacket a little closer around his body. He breathed out a sigh. Another dreadfully long day was finally over. He was bone weary from the long day, but the brisk, cold night air invigorated him for the walk home. Unless the weather was terrible, Taehyung always walked to the bus station after work, finding the quiet time a way to unwind from the day’s events. Or the one’s from the past weeks.

Jungkook still hadn’t answered any of his calls or messages and Taehyung had given up on it. Biting his lip, he turned to cross the street, his head hanging low. It was obvious that Jungkook didn’t want anything to do with him anymore, but no matter what Taehyung tried, he couldn’t figure out a reason why. Didn’t he love him enough? Was it all a game in the end? He wasn’t even sure if it would be useful if he tried to visit Jungkook. Maybe try and talk to him in person? It couldn’t all been a lie, right? Raking his hand through his hair, Taehyung breathed in the cold air. He rolled his shoulders back, looking up at the night sky, when he waited for the bus to arrive. Tae had to sell his car for the new apartment. It was way bigger and apartments so close by the forest and still being close enough to the city were always quite expensive. After a fifty minute drive, he stepped out of the vehicle again and walked ahead. Was he really that dumb to buy an apartment, risking his own safety and insurance to risk being with the one he loved? That apparently didn’t want anything to do with him? Taehyung chuckled low, when a sudden smell of cinnamon filled his nostril pleasurably. Only seconds after he whined quietly. He loved the smell. Oh, how much he did.

Looking up at the sign of the bakery, he furrowed his brows, taking a step aside when some people came out of the shop. He hadn’t seen this bakery around. It must have been new. The smell so inviting that he couldn’t help but step in. Maybe he could find something that at least soothed the pain in his heart a little bit. Even if the memories it evoked only made it worse in the end.

Taehyung stepped inside, letting the warmth soak into his body and the smell embrace him. He smiled faintly. Everything about this screamed Jungkook. Keeping his head low, he walked up to the counter to look at the few things that were still there, since it was getting late and the shop would probably close soon. There were still a few people around and Taehyung waited patiently, looking outside the window, while he was somewhere else with his thoughts. Only when he heard the voice of the baker, asking him what Taehyung wanted, he pointed at some cinnamon buns. “Two of these, plea-,” His voice suddenly broke off, when not only he registered the voice as something familiar but also the pair of eyes that were staring right back at him. Jungkook’s name was barely a whisper on Taehyung’s lips.

Jungkook was nervous. Working in a bakery together with so many people was totally different from being on his own all the time. It had its benefits but also some downsides. Like that he was supposed to wear some kind of white cap to cover his hair but it would have uncovered his ears, so he had been in a really awful situation - luckily it was nothing a little fairy magic couldn’t fix. Suddenly the owner was way more open to his suggestion of not wearing a cap and instead just taking care of it himself. He had been a little nervous how his colleagues would react to him being the only exception but when they noticed that he was uncomfortable talking about it and that he wasn't a rebellious person in general they let it slide. All in all, it was better than Jungkook had feared.

It had been surprisingly easy to get a job in the city. Jungkook had thought that he would be completely overwhelmed with having to come up with a backstory and maybe fake some papers and he was hating the thought of having to lie so much just to get work - but one of the bakers, the one he was working for now had just asked him why he would give up his own bakery to work for someone else.

“For love,” Jungkook had answered, honest and a little bit sad because he started to miss the trees already. The baker however had smiled knowingly and then asked if he had time for a little practical test.

Jungkook had nodded and then made what the other had asked, told him his favorite muffin recipe, create something of flaky pastry and then watch over the last baking sheet full of cake pops and cookies that was still in the oven. When Jungkook was done the man asked him to come back tomorrow morning - to start working. Jungkook had been immensely happy - until he remembered that he would be sleeping on a bench in the park tonight again. But he wanted to surprise Tae. Only when he had a job and could take care of himself only then would he ask him if he could maybe stay with him in his apartment. The truth was he was also a little worried how Tae would react to hear that he hadn’t answered his calls because he’s had the phone on silent, hadn’t known how to handle it and had been too ashamed to phone him when the little fairy had made him notice all the unanswered messages and calls.

Apparently, life wanted to give him a nudge in the right direction though because before he had even finished his first week there he was, standing in front of him as if it was the most natural thing for him to do, going into bakeries and staring longingly at their sweets. With his heart pounding and with a smile so big it almost hurt his cheeks he asked him if he could help him with anything.

Taehyung stumbled back a step, so he could look at Jungkook more thoroughly. Then he shook his head, blinking his eyes a few times to see if his mind wasn’t starting to play tricks on him. “Jungkook?” He asked carefully. Taehyung couldn’t feel his hands shaking, his heart beating into overdrive. “What…what are you,” He choked up the words, feeling utterly confused and stunned, “doing here?”

Taehyung looked at him as if he had seen a ghost and Jungkook started to get fidgety from nerves, so he started wiping the countertop. “I’m... mostly I’m making dough and pastry, but I also prepare bread and rolls,” He answered to buy himself a little time. Of course, he knew that Tae hadn’t meant what specifically he made in the bakery but rather how he got here. In his head it had sounded perfectly okay but now that he was about to say it ‘I followed you into the city because you own my heart and I love you and I miss you way too much to stay away from you’ sounded horribly cheesy.

“No, yes, I mean…I see that,” Taehyung said looking at Jungkook with furrowed brows. “But…what are you doing here…,” He bit his lip hard, casting his eyes down before he spoke again, “Why didn’t you…answer me? Don’t play with me, please.” The last words were barely a whisper, his heart aching badly. Taehyung had longed for Jungkook for so long now and only got ignored. He wasn’t sure what had happened or why he was here now and if Jungkook was playing some games with him. Tae had given up so much and Jungkook would have never known. Quickly Taehyung wiped away a tear that fell onto his cheek, before he gathered himself again, coughing a little awkwardly.

His detailed and very thorough explanation that he had prepared that would not make him look like a total doofus that had no idea about technic was cut drastically short when he saw that Tae was hurting. He didn’t want to be the cause of that for one second longer.

“I didn’t know that I had to unmute the phone you gave me so I thought you weren’t calling and instead of looking at it nonetheless just to be sure I was pouting and ignoring it because... because I thought you wouldn’t come back for me,” He spluttered, a little too fast and a little too loud and a little too nervous for it to come off as casual.

“But I told you…many times that I will,” Taehyung said and shook his head, “What did I do to make you feel like I didn’t love you?” He stared at the younger, his chest heaving heavily with every breath he took. “I said I would come back…why didn’t you believe me?”

“Because... you left me in the first place. And it hurt so much that I got scared,” He answered truthfully. His colleagues started noticing that he was talking to the same “customer” without selling anything, so he grabbed a bag and pretended to get it ready for whatever Tae wanted to buy.

“But it’s not like I had much of a choice, Jungkook,” Taehyung sighed, “But that didn’t mean that I would have wanted to leave you. I wanted to stay with you nonetheless.” Looking down at his feet, Taehyung shrugged his shoulders, speaking quietly, “I wanted to take you with me. I bought a new apartment…it’s like a studio one, with a big conservatory and…I even build little houses.” Taehyung couldn’t hide the sadness and pain, still not understanding why Jungkook was here in the first place. He took the bag with the cinnamon buns from Jungkook and paid him. “I wanted it to be perfect for you,” Taehyung said quietly, before the next customer was already pushing him aside and he stumbled a little.

To him it was the act that counted and no matter what Tae would have preferred or wanted or liked to do he had still left. “But I am here now,” He answered him, sad about the fact that Tae let his hurt pride keep him from moving forward. He wasn't going anywhere though. He was working her now and when Tae was ready then he could come back, and they could talk.

“Yeah,” Taehyung looked at Jungkook with a faint smile, “You are…I’m happy that you are.” He finally said and gulped down the heavy lump that made it so hard for him to speak. He had missed Jungkook so much. It took all off his strength not to jump over the counter and kiss the elf, but Taehyung was still taken back. “I really am,” He nodded, not sure if he should get going or stay. He was just so confused about everything right now, “So, what now?“ Taehyung looked at the younger with hopeful eyes.

Jungkook gave the customer a smile, trying not to show that his attention was way more on Tae than on business right now. He was too immersed in trying to balance both his job and his heart to be shy, so he quickly asked Tae to meet him after work before the next customer in line could tell him what he wanted to get.

“Meet me after work, ok? I’ll get off at 8 pm so if you want you can pick me up? And we can talk? About us? Or the apartment? Or...” He got interrupted by the next customer who hurriedly ordered some pastries and cake roll and Jungkook quickly apologized for talking before giving Tae an apologetic look and giving him a silent nod and goodbye.

Taehyung nodded, getting out of the store with a stumble. He didn’t make it very far though, while he just walked around the block a little and then sat down on a bench that was right across of the bakery, waiting, while he anxiously bit his lip. His mind going crazy with all the possibilities, what it could mean for them, if Jungkook still loved him just like he still loved the other. Nervously, he took a bite from the cinnamon bun he had bought and sighed from the delicious taste. It was heaven, just like he remembered every baked good from Jungkook, only these were missing some fairy dust.

Jungkook pushed himself to his limits to be extra quick with cleaning up and preparing everything for the next day so that he could get out absolutely punctual and on time. He didn’t want to leave Tae waiting and risk that the other would maybe leave because he thought Jungkook wouldn’t be coming. But his worries were unfounded because he saw Tae sitting on a bench from afar and he didn’t look like he was about to go.

Deep in his thoughts, Taehyung giggled to himself, thinking about the fairies and wondering how they were doing, he didn’t realize it when Jungkook was standing in front of him. He jumped up, feeling awfully nervous and pointed towards the bench. With a nervous stutter he said, “You…we can just…we can sit here maybe?” He cringed at himself, rubbing his neck awkwardly, before Taehyung looked at Jungkook sheepishly.

Jungkook did as he was told, sitting shyly besides the human and swaying his legs back and forth to get rid of the tension in his body. He kept his eyes firmly downwards, not really sure what he should say and afraid of what Tae might tell him. So, none of them said anything for a while until the silence stretched uncomfortably.

Taehyung broke the silence first, “For how long have you been here, now?” He turned a little to the younger, his arm comfortably resting on the bench, seemingly relaxed when everything inside of him screamed.

“About a week I think. It was a bit hasty with coming here and applying for a job and trying to make sure that ...” He broke off, not wanting to mention Yoongi or how he had need to find a place with some greens for the fairy. Yoongi needed nature like Jungkook needed air. Or Tae.

“A week? Why didn’t you say something before?” Taehyung asked with wide eyes, not believing that he had been missing the younger so much and that he was so close the whole time. “Where do you live at the moment, Jungkookie? Do you have a safe place to be?” He asked right away. Tae needed to know Jungkook was safe, where he couldn’t possibly be exposed. The risk of working in a bakery with other people was a lot already. Tae didn’t want to even think about it. “And Yoongi is he with you? Are you guys somewhere safe?”

“Because I didn’t want to force you to let me stay with you and care for me. I wanted to find a job and provide for myself so that you wouldn’t take me back because you felt obliged to but because you want to.” It was the same reason he still hadn’t told Tae about him owning his heart. Besides the fact that it would probably feel strange to a non-fae-creature to grasp the concept. It was the literal realization of that ‘till death do us part” promise that humans gave during their wedding ceremony. “Yes, Yoongi’s with me. Not right now but in the city. Yeah, we’re safe.” Or safe-ish. They might sleep on a park bench, but they weren’t in immediate danger.

Taehyung chuckled low. Of course, he wanted to. Jungkook had been the one thing on his mind. The only reason he had given up so much already, so that the elf could stay with him. He looked at Jungkook with a faint smile.

“I always wanted to,” Taehyung almost whispered, gazing back at the elf with a soft expression. His heart beating loudly. He reached out his hand for Jungkook to take, before Taehyung stood up, “Let me show you something, please. Do you trust me?”

Jungkook nodded quickly, willing to take every kind of risk if it meant he had a chance at mending their relationship. He held onto Tae’s hand tightly, maybe a bit too tightly, but he didn’t want to let go or give Tae’s hand a chance to slip out of his grip by accident. He would take what he could get of intimacy.

Taehyung was leading the way, trying to hide how nervous he was looking back at Jungkook with a smile only to be focused on the street again. They were walking a little until they finally came by a house that looked like an old warehouse that was transformed into an apartment complex, right outside of the city. Around the complex you could see a beautiful lawn, studded with shrubs and adorned with flower-beds of different sizes and shapes, while if you walked around it you could even see a little pond with a weeping willow shading it which would be looking even more beautiful in the spring time but now that it was still winter, it all looked a bit bare. But you couldn’t see that, yet from the front. Taehyung opened the door, not letting go of Jungkook’s hand once and lead him upstairs to his apartment. Turning the key in the lock, Taehyung turned to Jungkook once more. “This…it was supposed to be for you,” Taehyung said, his voice almost not audible, “And the little ones.” He swung the door open and stepped inside, letting Jungkook in.

Taehyung’s apartment was a wide-open loft. One side of it was styled with only natural colored furniture, the kitchen open, while a little spiral staircase lead upstairs to the bedroom. The other side was looking like a conservatory, filled with the choicest plants and flowers, giving out a view over the back garden of the apartment complex. He had worked weeks on it, trying to make it as perfect as he could for Jungkook and the fairies.

Jungkook looked around with wide eyes and an open mouth, following Tae on autopilot as he was so immersed in the beauty that was Tae’s apartment. He wondered if Tae knew that the fairies loved willows (because you could play hide and seek between the branches, tie the flexible branches into beautiful braids and also make fairy nests out of them easily) or if it was a coincidence.

Taehyung was hanging his jacket on the wardrobe, before he got over to Jungkook. It took him awhile to find his voice again. “I…I sold my car and took a bit from my saving account…and thought that, we could…that,” Taehyung sighed deeply, before he quickly pointed at the little teapot in one corner of the conservatory. “I even got Yoongi a bigger one this time, so if he…wants to stay inside he can always come, look…” Tae pointed at the little window in one corner, “The guy who made this looked at me a little strangely when I asked him do to a little window in a window, so the fairies can sneak in and out whenever they want to and just unlock the little hook there.” Tae got right next to Jungkook to push him along a little with his hand on his back, as the younger seemed pretty much frozen. He pointed outside the glass window, “It’s not the biggest garden, but there are a lot of greens and stuff and you see that? I build a few houses, so that… I don’t know…every fairy is welcome. I don’t even know if they would have wanted to come but…maybe they want to see it as a summer house or something and visit us then, you know?” Taehyung was talking fast, feeling super anxious and nervous about what Jungkook would think of this all.

Taehyung had put so much thought in it. There was no way he was making this up on the spot. And Yoongi would absolutely love the teapot, Jungkook could almost see his eyes light up and how he would curl up inside like a content cat, demanding to be left alone so he could take a nap in it and test how perfect it is. Without realizing he teared up, so touched by Taehyung's way of taking care of him and his family. Only when the salty drops rolled down his cheek did he notice, wiping them away as quickly and unobtrusively as possible, hiding them as well as his blush before Tae could see.

“Is…is it too much?” Taehyung asked worriedly, noticing the silence and little soft sobs coming from the younger. “I just…” Taking a deep breath, Tae couldn’t stop but blurt out everything he felt for the younger. “I love you, okay? I don’t know what you did to me…but if it would be for you I’d even listen to only ‘Last Christmas’ for the rest of my life. I promised you something safe and I said I would come back to you,” He made Jungkook turn towards him, hooking a finger under his chin, “I never wanted to leave you, because somehow in a weird way…I belong to you and you…belong to me, right? So, if you want to stay…and if…” He choked a bit on his own words, “If I am still someone you want to be with, then please…stay with me. I’ll keep you safe, I promise.”

Jungkook didn’t have the words to tell Taehyung yes but he surely knew how else to show him that it wasn’t too much, that it was absolutely perfect, that this was what he wanted and that for Jungkook it wasn’t something he needed to think over. He knew that this was it, this was what people were searching for when they tried to fill the void within them. Taehyung filled his in just the right places. So, he wrapped his arms around Tae’s neck, right in the older’s personal space and kissed him with as much passion as he had within his aching heart.

A/N: Merry Christmas everyone! I hope you liked our little christmas story :)) We already have so many new stories prepared. We can’t wait to show it to you soon! Thank you guys for reading and loving the cute fairies as much as we did!

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