#stars have received : yoon yoon <3

[benedicite-stellas]

pspspsp objects: 1-5, games: 1-3 for belladonna plsss

!! I CAN DO THAT 😋 im still unsure of how i wanna do belladonna’s character in the rewrite just yet but im going with goddess of the stars still 🫡

objects

Is there an item your character doesn't like to leave without?

For BELLADONNA, she doesn’t leave without her face veil. It’s more of a comfort item for her at this point, she just feels more calm with it on !!

What gift would your character give to someone they didn't like but felt obligated to?

THIS IS A GOOD QUESTION… I’m not sure it depends but I’m imagining the person to also be another god so if anything BELLADONNA gets them something related to what they’re the god of. she doesn’t waste her time with mortals she doesn’t like respectfully, no gifts only curses

What type of object is likely to catch your character's attention?

this is another good question but probably anything considered modern at the time from the human world, it’s not that BELLADONNA’s amazed with it because they don’t have anything like it in the celestial realm it’s just because she likes seeing humans get creative :D

Is there an item your character liked that they can’t get back? 

for BELLADONNA, it’s a blanket. a blanket made by someone she used to know. she can’t remember by who… who was it. w̴͓̗̑̀ḧ̸̢͔̘̝̥͉́́ȯ̷̪̠͕̬͉̙̝̠̤̓̊͂̌̋̀ ̷̡̛͇̰̪̺̱̝̎̈́̾̂̐͜ͅw̴̨̧͉̭̑͒̾̔̌̎͛ả̵̢̢̭͇͎̘̩̱̬̱̓͋͌̔s̷̛͔͇̟̪̮̫̳͓̐̈̌̉̋͜ͅ ̴̡̧̺̩͖̭̺̻̟̓ͅi̶̳̘̤̰̯̬̦͎͔͍̋͊̀́͆̅t̵̢̳̮͕͎͙̜̼̳̉?̴̛̗͔̱̹̙͎͖̰̬́̔͜?̷͎̪̔̅͒̈́́̓̕͝

Would your character ever try to haggle?

BELLADONNA does not haggle :D !!

games

What kind of games does your character most enjoy playing?

BELLADONNA likes any games her stars introduce her to, one of her favorites is guess the difference !!

Does your character have a secret hobby?

BELLADONNA doesn’t have many hobbies really, she’s busy looking after and handling the stars !! but one of the things she does do often is sing or hum

What is a talent your character wishes they had?

BELLADONNA isn’t sure, she forgot. she forgot what?? what did she forget? she w̶̨̥̠̳͈͒ͅi̴̧͇̟͈̠̮̒̕ş̸̳͛̓̈́ĥ̵̨̳͕͎̩e̴̯̝͇̖̞̠͖̟̦͊̃̾d̸͎̪͉͈̒̋̀̈́̆͂̚ ̴̡͇̯͖̠̳̻̯͖͇̉̈̋͐s̶̢̲̠̼̦͌̌̀͂h̴̘̀̈e̷̡̹̳̣̖̹̳̹̯̤̾͊̿̊̉—̵̗̋!̶̢̛̗̠̰̪̦͇̎!̸̛̫̞̳͐̎̇́͑͌̅̐!̶̨͉̝̲̣͉̦͚͇̰͌̈́̋̀̓̆̍́̔?̴͖̉?̵̰͈̞̜̺̮͕̌̅̈͊́͌̊

#stars have received : asks ! #stars have received : belladonna #stars have received : Sidereum Caelum Lore #stars have received : yoon yoon <3

[amourcheol]

paris (teaser)

❝You and Jeonghan, jazz-filled corners, hidden history, and the city of love.❞

historical! au | exes to lovers! au | angst, fluff, smut | approx. 45k words (teaser wc. 1.4k words)

s u m m a r y : disgraced by hollywood for the last time, you, a once superstar-turned-alcoholic, escape to the city of love to seek sanctuary from the ruthless tabloids. your sanctuary comes in the form of film noir superstar yoon jeonghan, the enigmatic man who taught you the art of acting, lust and love before your fame. when he asks to meet you once, just like old times, you cannot refuse. what is meant to be a simple date turns into a path of passion, pain and everything that comes with fooling around with your ex in the jazz-filled corners of paris.

c o n t e n t s : actor! mc, actor! jeonghan, mc is incredibly bitter and makes bad decisions, agent! seungkwan who is tired of fixing them, jeonghan is the suavest, sultriest mf, mentions of parisian landmarks in this fic, also a bit of french peppered throughout, greek mythology art references, tons of fluff which is also layered with angst, this will be very hurt-comfort, hella ansgty but will have a happy ending mature warnings -> alcohol consumption and abuse, smoking, this is basically sexual tension with plot, slightly drunk making out, oral sex (f. receiving) unprotected sex (refer point to bad decisions), very soft angsty sex, body worshipping, petnames (chérie, mon ange, darling, angel), overall emotional rollercoaster, more tba!

p l a y l i s t : here!

t a g l i s t : @hyuckworld​ @sysymei @alaypsy23 @belladaises @jjeongddol @sparklyshuji @forcoups @ilovesungjun @wonwoo24 @scandal-in-bohemia @hopefulchick @superbbananananana @onedumbho3 @fragmentof-indifference @cuntycheol @rubywonu @if-i-like-i-reblog @yoonzinoooo @jungwoos-luvr @crookedwolfruins @leclercloverbot​ @alexai (let me know if y’all want to be tagged!)

a u t h o r ’ s  n o t e : after three years ... four rewritings later... she may finally see the light ... i am releasing the teaser now but will post the fic when i’m back from holiday! i hope you all enjoy the lil extract <3

read this fic here!

SHIT. YOU COULD NOT DO THIS TODAY.

Suddenly, you wished he was a mere figment of your imagination, because then he would not have to see you in your drunken, disordered state, looking for art that was not there, looking for the past in the present.

But then he began to move.

This very real presence walked closer to you, and you felt your entire body constricting, because Yoon Jeonghan was in front of you, the greatest star in the world was approaching you, the man of your distant memories was coming too close.

“Wait,” he then said, and your throat was closing up, you were blinking rapidly, chest growing heavy, and you needed him to get away. He came closer, and you knew then and there you were going to die on the cold floor of the Louvre, marble eyes on you—

And then your own gaze was glistening, and when he noticed it became harder to contain yourself. “_____, are you all right?”

“Yes!” you got out, but then you proved yourself wrong when a few tears slipped out, staining your cheeks.

The man wasted no time, closing the last space between the two of you as he reached out. Instantly, you repelled from his touch, almost flinching from his surprise. “No!” you rasped out, bringing out your own hands to create distance, taking a step back. “No, you don’t need to do that…I’m fine.” 

You breathed sharply through your nose. “I am fine.”

Hastily you turned to the empty space where he last was, before you followed him like a madwoman around the hall. He watched you, your back almost to him. “What…what are you…” you paused, trying to normalise your shaking voice. “What are you doing here?”

You could feel his inquisitive stare upon you. “I could ask you the same thing.”

That question was not being answered. “I asked you first.”

Because you could not see him, you were not aware of his reaction. Still, it was enough for him to answer, “Well, in the Louvre, or in Paris?”

You gritted your teeth at that. “I think everyone knows why you’re in Paris at the moment.”

“Do they, now?”

You could not help it.

Casting a momentary glance at him, you were taken aback to find his gaze upon you. “Are you aware, at least?” he asked you.

Despite his simple questions, your impending headache, you had to clamp down on your remarks. “Of course I’m aware,” you muttered. “The papers are all over the press tours you’ve been doing.”

A perfectly groomed brow arched at your comment. “I’m surprised you follow the papers at the moment.” 

You knew exactly what he meant. “One must keep check of the stories they gossip about,” you only said, focusing back on the empty space. “Those journalists cannot be trusted.”

“Hmm…” you heard shuffling amongst his clothes—no doubt crossing his arms. “I have read the stories.”

A scoff. “I suppose you believe them, don’t you?”

He noted the cruelty in your response. The actor did not take it to heart.

“I have always believed in the stories you told me, chérie.”

This time, curiosity controlled your movement.

Curiosity had you turning back, forcing you to observe his expression, catch his lie. 

But you found no deception.

No, there was only sincerity—pure as the moonlight shining on the two of you.

Chérie.

The last time someone had called you such a sweet name was too long ago.

How ironic, that it was the same man beside you who had bestowed you this very endearment.

A shuddered breath left you. 

You could not do this now.

You were going to say as much when Jeonghan interrupted you.

“Were you looking for something in here?”

Your furrowed brows had him humming. “I thought as much.” Gently, he jerked his head beyond your figure. “Strangely enough, I was looking for it as well.”

Confused, you glanced back at the empty space, where that certain, mysterious sculpture was supposed to be. “That is why I came to the Louvre,” you heard him say.

There was still suspicion laced in your features. “How do you know that we are thinking of the same piece?”

That ghost of a smile crept up again. “You act as if you don’t remember.”

Your sigh was a little sheepish. “I do,” you said, reminiscing on the memories. “But the name…”

No matter how hard you endeavoured, your memory of the sculpture was too hazy for your half-drunk mind. 

You searched him for an answer. “I’m sure you have not forgotten.”

“No…I have not.”

You waited. His silence had you insisting, “Well?”

When you saw a slight glimmer in his whimsical gaze, you knew that he had something else in mind. The implications had you biting your lower lip, anxiety blooming.

The nerves grew when Jeonghan spoke.

“I will tell you if you see me tomorrow.”

You blinked back.

“There’s an exhibition opening here tomorrow afternoon,” he continued, taking a step towards you, careful not to startle you again. “It’s centred on the sculpture we both wanted to see, but it’s been moved to another hall.”

He confused you a great amount. “How do you know that?”

His stare went beyond you, to the wall. “It says on the plaque.”

Sure enough—when you looked back, there was the notice. Because your French was adequate at best, you did not understand it fully. You simply had to trust his linguistic abilities.

That you could do—you were aware of Jeonghan’s fluency in the language of love. 

He cocked his head, a few strays cascading the side of his face. “You and I could see it there.”

The offer had shaken you. “Why?”

“Why?”

You knitted your brows suspiciously. “Why do you want to go with me?”

The film noir star watched you then, you shuffling uncomfortably under his scrutiny. God, you forgot how intense his eyes were—in fairness, you had not been the subject of his stares for a few years. 

He locked his gloved hands behind his back. “Because you need a break, _____. From everything.”

He offered you a smile. “Let me be the one to give you that. If only for the day.”

You could have crumbled before him.

It was at this stage you cursed yourself for being in such a state. Perhaps if you were sober, you would have carried on this conversation in a more respectable manner, taken more caution.

It was incredibly difficult, composing yourself around the man.

“I can’t…” you inhaled sharply, trying to form the words. “I cannot do midday…too many people, you know…staring, judging…”

“Ah.” He nodded, parting his mouth in thought. “Then tomorrow night?”

Stretching your mouth, unsure, he assured, “They will not follow you here at this hour.”

“How are you so sure of that?”

This time, he sighed, surprised at your anxiousness. “I see you’ve not changed, then.”

You narrowed your gaze. “What is that supposed to mean?”

But the actor did not seem like he was going to elaborate. 

He instead took another step towards you, a mere two feet left. 

“Do you trust me?”

You tilted your head back. 

What kind of question was that?

Do you trust me?

You did not trust anyone. Not after this whole debacle back home, when almost all your friends within the industry had contributed to your downfall. Hollywood was filled with traitors, the worst being the people who haunted the journey of your disgrace at every moment.

It was impossible to place any ounce of faith in another.

As you watched his eyes settle on you, you noticed an emotion you had not witnessed in forever.

Tenderness.

Tenderness with no ulterior motive—gentle acceptance, as if he recognised your position. As if he recognised your change, the apprehensive nature of your questions, your pauses. It physically hurt being stained with such compassion, when you had been begging for it from the world all those weeks ago.

It hurt, having someone who understood you.

You, however, should not have been surprised.

Yoon Jeonghan had always been like this. Especially when you both were together.

You could have smiled. 

What a time that was.

As if he could read your mind, the film noir star began, “You remember, don’t you? That I’ve never let you down?”

You decided to let yourself slip—you could always blame it on the alcohol. 

“What time do you want me here tomorrow?”

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[bad-biddie]

The Unruly

Chapter 3

  Growing up and seeing your parents’ flaws is like losing your religion. I don’t believe in God anymore. I don’t believe in my father either.

Nicola Yoon     The Sun is Also a Star

Arabella always had a better-than-average memory. It’s something her parents consistently commended her for before. She could remember further back into her childhood than her two brothers.

Sirius always said she could remember her birth if she tried hard enough.

She could remember when she was very small; she would sit between her mother’s legs while she brushed through her dark curls. She used to tell Arabella how she always wanted a daughter while tying her dark hair into a neat braid. She used to let Arabella hide behind her skirt at parties, she would hold her on her hip while walking around the house, and she never let anyone hurt her.

Arabella remembered the exact day that her mother’s affection stopped. 

It was February 14th, 1962. She was supposed to have received her Hogwarts Admissions letter that morning. She remembered Sirius and Regulus bickering over Winter Break on whether or not she would be sorted into Slytherin or Gryffindor. Arabella would never have told them, but she felt she would have been in Hufflepuff. 

As the day dragged on with no sign of an owl, her anxiety rose. She could feel the tension in the house winding up like a coil. 

Once she saw the sun begin to set at the dinner table, her tears began to fall. 

She heard the kitchen door slam open as her parents entered. 

“Well… It looks as though we have two disgraces in the family.” Her father spoke, looking down at her

Arabella looked up at them with teary eyes. “Maybe they made a mistake?” 

That made her mother scoff. Walburga couldn’t even bear to look at her only daughter, settling to stare out the window at the fading light.

“Hogwarts does not make mistakes. You have disgraced this family more than either of your brothers ever could, and for that, you will suffer.” Her father’s harsh words floated out into the air as he reached for his wand

Ever since that day, she had lived as a ghost in her home. She would be locked in her room when guests arrived, her brothers were isolated from her and banned from speaking to her or even sending her letters from school, and what hurt the most was her mother wouldn’t even look at her. 

Her father placed intricate wards around their house, preventing her from ever leaving. 

It was almost as if she had never existed. 

As the years passed, it got less painful for her, the pain began to numb. 

Her brothers still cared for her that much she knew. They would sneak into her room at night over summers and give her the gifts they got for her in Hogsmeade that year, her favorite being the copy of Pride and Prejudice that Sirius had given her after his fourth year. She didn’t know how they treated each other at Hogwarts, but in her room, they acted as if they had never been sorted into different houses. 

During the summer of Sirius’s sixth year and Regulus’s fifth, tensions in the house began to rise to a breaking point. Walburga and Orion had begun to pressure Sirius into taking the Dark Mark.

“You are a disgrace, Sirius,” Sirius flinched as his mother’s hand came up to brush against his face,” This could fix that.” 

“It’s time that your little rebellious streak comes to an end,” Orion spoke through his harsh French accent. 

“You are our heir; it is time you began acting like it. This mudblood lover act will be tolerated no longer.”

Arabella wasn’t supposed to be eavesdropping, but she couldn’t help it. She liked to sit on the wall adjacent to the parlor and pretend she was there, included with her family. 

“Tolerated?” Sirius’s voice began to rise

“You haven’t been tolerating anything! Every day I breathe in this house, I am reminded of how disgusted you are by me.” Arabella’s nails began digging into her palms. 

“Sirius, that is enough!” Orion shot back 

“Maybe if you weren’t so focused so much on blood purity, this family wouldn’t have been inbred enough to be cursed with a squib-”

“CRUCIO!” 

Arabella jumped in shock at her mother’s voice and ran to her room. She gently shut the door so as to not give away that she was listening. She sat in shock on the edge of her bed, unconsciously rubbing the scar across her lower stomach. She had never thought Sirius would say something like that about her, not that he knew she was listening. He was always careful not to call her a squib to her face, not wanting to hurt her already fragile emotions. 

At least now she knew what he really believed. 

He thought she was a cursed disgrace, just like her parents. 

She laid her head on her pillow as tears began streaming down her face. 

She squeezed her eyes shut and placed her pillow over her head in a fruitless attempt to block out her mother’s screaming.

Sirius wasn’t there in the morning when she woke up.

The only sign he ever existed was the burnt picture on the family tree beside Regulus’s. 

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[fantomcomics]

What’s Out This Week? 7/13

Thanks to everyone for buying Pride Raffle tickets and helping us raise 80 bucks for charity!

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7174 Present 01 -  Ashley Wood

Following the artistic showcase that was 7174 ANNUAL 01, ASHLEY WOOD is back with this comic-sized 48-pager that showcases his ongoing and continuously evolving love affair with art styles that captivate, titillate, and motivate...you, to keep coming back for more!

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The hit team behind THE FEW and THUMBS returns with an all-new WILD AS HELL miniseries! Writer SEAN LEWIS (KING SPAWN), artist HAYDEN SHERMAN (Wasted Space), and rock-star letterer HASSAN OTSMANE-ELHAOU introduce a world where Deadwood-style Westerns collide with the fantasia of NEIL GAIMAN in the story of Dirt, a man seeking vengeance for his murdered wife with nothing but a talking vulture to prod him on. ABOVE SNAKES is a fast and furious explosion of Western tropes and American vengeance that explores where our rage can take us.

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Whatcha snagging this week, Fantomites? 

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[drwilfredwaterson]

I got that sunshine in my pocket. Got the good souls of Swifties. We've got those human heads up on us. Because G-d. Can't Stop the Feeling! Part 1/2.

Swiftie Intelligence Agency Vault Cracking Division: 1989 Taylor's Version Vault: Approximately 18 hours, 26 minutes (1106 minutes) * Including the to-be-expected Swiftie enthusiasm-driven unscheduled downtime/crash situation *

Strong's Concordance #1106 Bela': Bela; From bala'; a gulp; figuratively, destruction -- devouring, that which he hath swallowed up. Original Word: בֶּלַע

“I think all the good parts of us are connected on some level. The part that shares the last double chocolate chip cookie or donates to charity or gives a dollar to a street musician or becomes a candy striper or cries at Apple commercials or says I love you or I forgive you. I think that's God. God is the connection of the very best parts of us.” ― Nicola Yoon, The Sun Is Also a Star

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Duration: 14:35 (875 seconds) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IRvPjMSbRB4 IRvPjMSbRB4 IRvPjMSbRB bbijmprrsv 2+2+9+600+30+60+80+80+90+700=1653. 1653+4=1657. 1657+875=2532. 2532+188=2720.

Strong's Concordance #2720 chareb: desolate, sword Original Word: חָרֵב

“Under the sword lifted high, There is hell making you tremble. But go ahead, And you have the land of bliss.” ― Miyamoto Musashi satsujinken (殺人剣) "life-taking sword" katsujinken (活人剣) "life-giving sword"

Translation: “Under the life-taking sword lifted high, There is hell making you tremble. But go ahead, And you have the land of bliss.” ― Miyamoto Musashi “Under the life-giving sword lifted high, There is hell making you tremble. But go ahead, And you have the land of bliss.” ― Miyamoto Musashi

“You must understand that there is more than one path to the top of the mountain” ― Miyamoto Musashi

“Step by step walk the thousand-mile road.” ― Musashi Miyamoto

“Today is victory over yourself of yesterday; tomorrow is your victory over lesser men.” ― Miyamoto Musashi

Trolls - Happy Ending, Can't Stop the Lemon Squeeze Karma (November 17, 2023/321st day)

Published: August 23, 2021 Duration: 5:39 (339 seconds) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A3rNJYDo2jc A3rNJYDo2jc ArNJYDojc acdjjnory 1+3+4+600+600+40+50+80+400=1778. 1778+3+2=1783. 1783+339=2122. 2122+321=2443.

Strong's Concordance #2443 chakkah: a hook, fishhook, angle, fishing rod Original Word: חַכָּה

Matthew 4:19 “Come, follow me,” Jesus said, “and I will send you out to fish for people.”

Eric B. & Rakim - I Know You Got Soul

Published: July 31, 2018 (212th day) Duration: 4:45 (285 seconds) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r3NtzovGRfk r3NtzovGRfk rNtzovGRfk fgknorrtvz 6+7+10+40+50+80+80+100+700+500=1573. 1573+3=1576. 1576+285=1861. 1861+212=2073.

Strong's Concordance #2073 zebul: elevation, height, lofty abode, fertilizing Original Word: זְבוּל

Eric B. Rakim abceiikmrr 1+2+3+5+9+9+10+30+80+80=229.

Strong's Concordance #229 Ezbay: from 'ezowb; hyssop-like; the father of one of David's men Original Word: אֶזְבַּי

John 19:29 A jar of wine vinegar was there, so they soaked a sponge in it, put the sponge on a stalk of the hyssop plant, and lifted it to Jesus’ lips. John 19:30 When he had received the drink, Jesus said, “It is finished.” With that, he bowed his head and gave up his spirit.

Matthew 5:17 “Don’t misunderstand why I have come. I did not come to abolish the law of Moses or the writings of the prophets. No, I came to accomplish their purpose. Matthew 5:18 For truly I tell you, until heaven and earth disappear, not the smallest letter, not the least stroke of a pen, will by any means disappear from the Law until everything is accomplished. Matthew 5:19 So if you ignore the least commandment and teach others to do the same, you will be called the least in the Kingdom of Heaven. But anyone who obeys God’s laws and teaches them will be called great in the Kingdom of Heaven.

Luke 13:1 Now there were some present at that time who told Jesus about the Galileans whose blood Pilate had mixed with their sacrifices. Luke 13:2 Jesus answered, “Do you think that these Galileans were worse sinners than all the other Galileans because they suffered this way? Luke 13:3 I tell you, no! But unless you repent, you too will all perish. Luke 13:4 Or those eighteen who died when the tower in Siloam fell on them—do you think they were more guilty than all the others living in Jerusalem? Luke 13:5 I tell you, no! But unless you repent, you too will all perish.” Luke 13:6 Then he told this parable: “A man had a fig tree growing in his vineyard, and he went to look for fruit on it but did not find any. Luke 13:7 So he said to the man who took care of the vineyard, ‘For three years now I’ve been coming to look for fruit on this fig tree and haven’t found any. Cut it down! Why should it use up the soil?’ Luke 13:8 “’Sir,’ the man replied, ‘leave it alone for one more year, and I’ll dig around it and fertilize it. Luke 13:9 If it bears fruit next year, fine! If not, then cut it down.’”

John 14:1 “Do not let your hearts be troubled. You believe in God; believe also in me. John 14:2 My Father’s house has many rooms; if that were not so, would I have told you that I am going there to prepare a place for you? John 14:3 When everything is ready, I will come and get you, so that you will always be with me where I am. John 14:4 And you know the way to where I am going.”

John 20:17 Jesus said, “Do not hold on to me, for I have not yet ascended to the Father. Go instead to my brothers and tell them, ‘I am ascending to my Father and your Father, to my God and your God.’” John 20:18 Mary Magdalene went to the disciples with the news: “I have seen the Lord!” And she told them that he had said these things to her. John 20:19 On the evening of that first day of the week, when the disciples were together, with the doors locked for fear of the Jewish leaders, Jesus came and stood among them and said, “Peace be with you!” John 20:20 After he said this, he showed them his hands and side. The disciples were overjoyed when they saw the Lord. John 20:21 Again Jesus said, “Peace be with you! As the Father has sent me, I am sending you.”

Eric B. & Rakim - "I Know You Got Soul" "It's been a long time I shouldn'na left you Without a strong rhyme to step to Think of how many weak shows you slept through Time's up I'm sorry I kept you Thinking of this you keep repeating you miss The rhymes from the microphone soloist A gift to be swift, follow the leader, the rhyme will go Def wit the record that was mixed a long time ago It can be done but only I can do it For those that can dance and clap your hands to it I start to think and then I sink Into the paper like I was ink When I'm writing, I'm trapped in between the lines I escape when I finish the rhyme I got soul You got it I know you got soul

If you want to get on after me Think about it, wait, erase your rhyme Forget it and don't waste your time 'Cause I'll be in the crowd if you ain't controlling it Drop the mic, you shouldn't be holding it This is how it should be done This style is identical to none

… I got soul (you got it) that's why I came To teach those who can't say my name First of all, I'm the soloist, the soul controller Rakim gets stronger as I get older Constant elevation causes expansion I write my rhyme while I cool in my mansion Then put it on tape and in the city I test it Then on the radio the R's requested You listen to it, the concept might break you 'Cause almost anyone can relate to Whoever's out of hand, I'm give him handles Light 'em up, blow 'em out like candles Or should I just let him melt? Then give him a hand so they can see how it felt

… Now I'm a stop to see what you got Get off the mic before I get too hot I want to see which posse can dance the best It should be easy 'cause the beat is fresh Now if your from Uptown, Brooklyn- bound The Bronx, Queens, or Long Island Sound Even other states come right and exact It ain't where you're from, it's where you're at Since you came here, you have to show and prove And do that dance until it don't move 'Cause all you need is soul self-esteem will release The rest is up to you, Rakim 'll say peace … You got it"

33 million vault puzzles divided by 1106 minutes = 29,837 accurate answers per minute *** accurate, not trolling or wrong answers ***, or 497 accurate answers per second for 18 hours, 26 minutes (minus the downtime, so the rate is actually higher).

Strong's Concordance #497 Eladah: From 'el and adah; "the one only and true God of Israel has adorned," "the one only and true God of Israel has taken away/removed"; to advance, i.e. pass on or continue; an Ephraimite Original Word: אֶלְעָדָה

1989 Taylor's Version Vault Tracks: Is It Over Now? Now That We Don't Talk Say Don't Go Suburban Legends

Full 1989 Vault Track List Released by Taylor Swift on Sep 20, 2023 at 9:11 PM GMT+3 Jerusalem, Israel, 6:11 PM UTC, 2:11 PM EDT, 11:11 AM PDT: "Slut!" Say Don't Go Now That We Don't Talk Suburban Legends Is It Over Now?

1989 (Taylor's Version) Sunrise Boulevard Yellow: Middle Finger Salute (2nd 9): V=700 D=4 20 700+4+20=724.

Strong's Concordance #724 arukah: wholeness, health, healing, made up, made right, perfected, restored Original Word: אֲרוּכָה

Taylor Swift - "Didn't They"

Published: September 14, 2021 (257th day) Duration: 3:40 (220 seconds) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PeqsJRy-pc8 PeqsJRy-pc8 cejppqrsy 3+5+600+60+60+70+80+90+400=1368. 1368+8=1376. 1376+220=1596. 1596+257=1853.

Strong's Concordance #1853 Diqlah: a son of Joktan, also the S. Arabian tribe descended from him, palm tree. Original Word: דִּקְלָה

TANAKH (Jewish Publication Society, Hebrew-English) Page 1529: Psalm 92:12 I shall see the defeat of my watchful foes, hear of the downfall of the wicked who beset me. Psalm 92:13 The righteous bloom like a date-palm; they thrive like a cedar in Lebanon; Psalm 92:14 planted in the house of the Lord, they flourish in the courts of our God. Psalm 92:15 In old age they still produce fruit; they are full of sap and freshness, Psalm 92:16 attesting that the Lord is upright, my rock, in whom there is no wrong.

John 12:12 The next day the great crowd that had come for the festival heard that Jesus was on his way to Jerusalem. John 12:13 They took palm branches and went out to meet him, shouting, “Hosanna!” “Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord!” “Blessed is the King of Israel!”

Taylor Swift - "Didn't They" "He kissed his wife goodbye And took the earliest flight So he could be home that night To put his kids to sleep Down the aisle Three men walked and said We're here to die for our God He stood up and said that's funny Cause my God died for me I put the magazine down I read his words out loud I sat down and cried I walk to school And I wear a cross I'm counting Every day"

"Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world, I think about the arrivals gate at Heathrow Airport. General opinion’s starting to make out that we live in a world of hatred and greed, but I don’t see that. It seems to me that love is everywhere. Often it’s not particularly dignified or newsworthy, but it’s always there – fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends. When the planes hit the Twin Towers, as far as I know, none of the phone calls from the people on board were messages of hate or revenge – they were all messages of love. If you look for it, I’ve got a sneaky feeling you’ll find that love actually is all around." - David (Love Actually)

TANAKH (Jewish Publication Society, Hebrew-English) Page 130: Exodus 9:11 The magicians were unable to confront Moses because of the inflammation, for the inflammation afflicted the magicians as well as all the other Egyptians.

TANAKH (Jewish Publication Society, Hebrew-English) Page 395: Deuteronomy 9:11 At the end of those forty days and forty nights, the Lord gave me the two tablets of stone, the Tablets of the Covenant.

TANAKH (Jewish Publication Society, Hebrew-English) Page 1326: Amos 9:11 In that day, I will set up again the fallen booth of David: I will mend its breaches and set up its ruins anew. I will build it firm as in the days of old, Amos 9:12 So that they shall possess the rest of Edom And all the nations once attached to My name--declares the Lord who will bring this to pass.

TANAKH (Jewish Publication Society, Hebrew-English) Page 122: Exodus 6:11 "Go and tell Pharaoh king of Egypt to let the Israelites depart from his land."

TANAKH (Jewish Publication Society, Hebrew-English) Page 1795: Esther 6:11 So Haman took the garb and the horse and arrayed Mordecai and paraded him through the city square; and he proclaimed before him: This is what is done for the man whom the king desires to honor!

Galatians 6:11 See what large letters I use as I write to you with my own hand!

Ephesians 6:11 Put on the full armor of God, so that you can take your stand against the devil’s schemes.

Matthew 2:11 On coming to the house, they saw the child with his mother Mary, and they bowed down and worshiped him. Then they opened their treasures and presented him with gifts of gold, frankincense and myrrh.

Luke 2:11 Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is the Messiah, the Lord.

John 2:11 What Jesus did here in Cana of Galilee was the first of the signs through which he revealed his glory; and his disciples believed in him.

1 Corinthians 11:11 Nevertheless, in the Lord woman is not independent of man, nor is man independent of woman. 1 Corinthians 11:12 For as woman came from man, so also man is born of woman. But everything comes from God.

"For years I asked, pleaded for a chance to own my work. Instead I was given an opportunity to sign back up to Big Machine Records and ‘earn’ one album back at a time, one for every new one I turned in. I walked away because I knew once I signed that contract, Scott Borchetta would sell the label, thereby selling me and my future. I had to make the excruciating choice to leave behind my past. Music I wrote on my bedroom floor and videos I dreamed up and paid for from the money I earned playing in bars, then clubs, then arenas, then stadiums. Some fun facts about today’s news: I learned about Scooter Braun’s purchase of my masters as it was announced to the world. All I could think about was the incessant, manipulative bullying I’ve received at his hands for years. Like when Kim Kardashian orchestrated an illegally recorded snippet of a phone call to be leaked and then Scooter got his two clients together to bully me online about it. (See photo) Or when his client, Kanye West, organized a revenge porn music video which strips my body naked. Now Scooter has stripped me of my life’s work, that I wasn’t given an opportunity to buy. Essentially, my musical legacy is about to lie in the hands of someone who tried to dismantle it. This is my worst case scenario. This is what happens when you sign a deal at fifteen to someone for whom the term ‘loyalty’ is clearly just a contractual concept. And when that man says ‘Music has value’, he means its value is beholden to men who had no part in creating it. When I left my masters in Scott’s hands, I made peace with the fact that eventually he would sell them. Never in my worst nightmares did I imagine the buyer would be Scooter. Any time Scott Borchetta has heard the words ‘Scooter Braun’ escape my lips, it was when I was either crying or trying not to. He knew what he was doing; they both did. Controlling a woman who didn’t want to be associated with them. In perpetuity. That means forever. Thankfully, I am now signed to a label that believes I should own anything I create. Thankfully, I left my past in Scott’s hands and not my future. And hopefully, young artists or kids with musical dreams will read this and learn about how to better protect themselves in a negotiation. You deserve to own the art you make. I will always be proud of my past work. But for a healthier option, Lover will be out August 23. Sad and grossed out, 💔 Taylor" June 30th, 2019

"Irrational and Emotionally Fragile By Nature, Female Co-workers are a Peculiar Animal…" - Family Guy: Women in the Workplace

Do modern women receive equal benefits and pay to men?

Do modern women receive an accurate and appropriate level of credit for their work and success?

Are modern, successful women considered to be dirty, gluttonous, repulsive, unpleasant, greedy, unkind, unattractive, immoral, and shameless for purusing female empowerment, rights, equality and success?

Have any men who have a problem with successful women ever attempted to manipulate any successful woman/women into proclaiming themselves inferior in every way to a monkey, a pig and a goat by embracing and promoting the Aleister Crowley and Anton LaVey farm animal face; and then having their female victims degrading, dehumanizing, and dewomanizing themselves via that farm animal face in public, as often as possible, to and for patriarchal amusement, empowerment, and perpetuity?

Are there any male-dominated political efforts to legalize all forms of rape and force women and girls of any and all ages (including girls being bottle-fed and in diapers--to permanently erase the ideas of feminism and civil and human rights for women when they're just babies) to be sex and breeding slaves to all males who embrace and demand to live in an Aleister Crowley and Anton LaVey-inspired world to "liberate" those men from feminism and women's rights and validate all of their "darkest fantasies"?

Family Guy: Women in the Workplace

Published: July 19, 2014 (200th day) Duration: 1:55 (115 seconds) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MRUbC32loA4 MRUbC32loA4 MRUbCloA abclmoru 1+2+3+20+30+50+80+200=386. 386+32+4=422. 422+115=537. 537+200=737.

Strong's Concordance #737 aruchah: in the sense of appointing; a ration of food, an allowance, diet, dinner, victuals. Original Word: אֲרֻחָה

TANAKH (Jewish Publication Society, Hebrew-English) Page 1447: Psalm 32:4 For night and day Your hand lay heavy on me; my vigor waned as in the summer drought. Selah.

The Taylor Swift sexual assault trial was a legal case held in the United States District Court for the District of Colorado. The trial involved David Mueller, a former DJ, filing for defamation against singer-songwriter Taylor Swift. He alleged that she had him wrongfully terminated following an incident at a 2013 meet-and-greet. Swift then counter-sued Mueller for battery and sexual assault, seeking a symbolic $1 in damages. The trial lasted one week, beginning on August 7, 2017, with both Mueller and Swift appearing in court. It concluded on the evening of August 14, 2017, with the jury ruling in Swift's favor and ordering Mueller to pay her $1. (Wikipedia)

LEGEND: Anton LaVey presented himself as a loving family man.

REALITY: Anton LaVey violently beat his wife Diane throughout their marriage. In 1984 a police report was made describing Diane being strangled into unconsciousness by Anton LaVey, who was in such a murderous rage that his daughter Karla had to pull him off Diane and drag her outside the house to save her life. Anton LaVey routinely physically beat and abused those of his female disciples with whom he had sex, forcing them into prostitution as part of his "Satanic counseling" and collecting their earnings. In 1986 Anton LaVey was a passive witness to the sexual molestation of his own grandson by a longtime friend who was later convicted of sex crimes with minors. In 1990 Anton LaVey informed a mentally-ill stalker of his daughter Zeena of her whereabouts and the time & location of a public appearance she was scheduled to make, deliberately endangering her life.

SOURCES: San Francisco Police records of Anton LaVey attack on Diane LaVey, Zeena LaVey, Diane LaVey, Stanton LaVey.

LEGEND: Anton LaVey had a deeply affectionate relationship with Togare, his pet lion.

REALITY: While Anton LaVey was always careful to portray himself to the public as an animal lover, in private he was cruel to and neglectful of his pets. When he was given Togare as a cub in 1964, he was ill-equipped to deal with such an exotic, wild animal despite his pretensions as a circus lion-tamer. As Togare became larger and more unruly, Anton LaVey frequently used an electric cattle prod to hurt and frighten him into submission. Many animal-rights proponents, including Togare's final owner Tippi Hedren, agree that it is detrimental to a wild animal's development to be raised in a domestic environment. Anton LaVey was arrested due to Togare's unruly behavior, and Anton LaVey was ordered to donate him to the San Francisco Zoo. After complying, Anton LaVey made only two visits to Togare. Due to the trauma of his early life, Togare needed special care at the Zoo and at every animal-care facility in which he subsequently lived.

SOURCES: Jack Castor (Lion Keeper, San Francisco Zoo), Diane LaVey, Zeena LaVey, Tippi Hedren (The Cats of Shamballa, McGraw-Hill, 1985).

LEGEND: Anton LaVey had a deeply affectionate relationship with his other pets.

REALITY: In the late 1960s Anton LaVey acquired a Doberman Pinscher (Loki) as an accent to his "sinister" image. Anton LaVey never took the time to housebreak or train Loki, and relegated him to the overgrown and unkempt backyard of the house, regardless of weather. If Loki ever tried to slip into the house for shelter, Anton LaVey routinely used Togare's cattle-prod on him to terrify him back outside. In his old age Loki developed such severe arthritis that he could not climb the stairs to the back door to eat, and began wasting away from malnutrition. Anton LaVey then gave him to one of his prostitute "students", who at least saw that Loki had a warm, inside home until he died a few months later. During her young childhood Anton LaVey's daughter Zeena once awoke late at night to hear slamming sounds and the shrieking of her German Shepherd puppy. Running downstairs, she saw Anton LaVey savagely beating the cowering, cornered dog with a wooden plank. When Zeena begged Anton LaVey to stop and asked him what the dog had done to deserve such treatment, Anton LaVey screamed, "She won't listen to me! I'm going to force her to obey me!" Anton LaVey continued beating the dog until her face was covered with her blood, then dropped the plank and left the dog quivering in the hallway, so injured and frightened that she wouldn't let even Zeena come near her. This incident left the dog traumatized for a long time afterwards.

SOURCES: Diane LaVey, Zeena LaVey.

LEGEND: On Anton LaVey's original death certificate the date of his demise was recorded as October 31, 1997 (Halloween).

REALITY: An official investigation by the City of San Francisco determined that Anton LaVey's actual date of death was October 29, 1997 and that the "Halloween" date had been illegally written on the document.

SOURCES: Death Certificate #380278667, San Francisco Department of Public Health; Dr. Giles Miller (attending physician at Anton LaVey's death), Physician's Amendment to Death Certificate, 11/26/97.

Source: https://thevital.livejournal.com/23483.html

How They Raised Girls To Be Women In The 1950s

Published: October 10, 2018 (283rd day) Duration: 2:45 (165 seconds) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HW5FMRJesC8 HW5FMRJesC8 HWFMRJesC cefhjmrsw 3+5+6+8+600+30+80+90+900=1722. 1722+5+8=1735. 1735+165=1900. 1900+283=2183.

Strong's Concordance #2183 zenunim: fornication, prostitution, adultery, idolatry, nerdy, nonsense (Yiddish) Original Word: זָנוּן

1 in 3 women and 1 in 4 men have experienced some form of physical violence by an intimate partner. This includes a range of behaviors (e.g. slapping, shoving, pushing) and in some cases might not be considered "domestic violence."

1 in 7 women and 1 in 25 men have been injured by an intimate partner.

1 in 4 women and 1 in 7 men have been victims of severe physical violence (e.g. beating, burning, strangling) by an intimate partner in their lifetime.

1 in 7 women and 1 in 18 men have been stalked by an intimate partner during their lifetime to the point in which they felt very fearful or believed that they or someone close to them would be harmed or killed.

A study of intimate partner homicides found that 20% of victims were not the intimate partners themselves, but family members, friends, neighbors, persons who intervened, law enforcement responders, or bystanders.

72% of all murder-suicides involve an intimate partner; 94% of the victims of these murder suicides are female.

1 in 15 children are exposed to intimate partner violence each year, and 90% of these children are eyewitnesses to this violence. Victims of intimate partner violence lose a total of 8.0 million days of paid work each year.

The cost of intimate partner violence exceeds $8.3 billion per year. Between 21-60% of victims of intimate partner violence lose their jobs due to reasons stemming from the abuse.

Between 2003 and 2008, 142 women were murdered in their workplace by their abuser, 78% of women killed in the workplace during this timeframe.

Source: https://ncadv.org/STATISTICS

Self-blame is one of the most toxic forms of emotional abuse. It amplifies our perceived inadequacies, whether real or imagined, and paralyzes us before we can even begin to move forward. One factor that significantly contributes to our system of self-blame is the failure to recognize our own humanity. (PsychologyToday.com)

Are goats the smartest animal? While goats have proven that they are by no means duds in the smarts department, they probably won't be outwitting dolphins, elephants, chimps or other exceedingly brainy furry or feathered competitors anytime soon. (SmithsonianMag.com)

Are goats or pigs smarter? Now we come to the smartest of all farm animals, and that highest honor is reserved for the pig. (Grit.com)

Pigs are gentle creatures with surprising intelligence. Studies have found they're smarter than dogs and even 3-year-old children! In the wild, pigs form small groups that typically include a few sows and their piglets. (HumaneSociety.org)

Everyone who's ever witnessed Aleister Crowley and Anton LaVey-level domestic violence and abuse against women and girls knows exactly how, why, and how often they call women and girls pigs. Aleister Crowley and Anton LaVey took it even lower than most abusive misogynist trash by manipulating women and girls into calling themselves inferior to pigs in every way while expecting, wanting, needing, and demanding to be treated as such via the Aleister Crowley and Anton LaVey farm animal face expression.

Pig (slang): If you call someone a pig, you think that they are unpleasant in some way, especially that they are greedy or unkind. (Collins Dictionary)

Pig (slang): A dirty, gluttonous, or repulsive person. (Merriam-Webster)

Pig (slang): An unattractive, unappealing, immoral and shameless woman. (Merriam-Webster)

"Irrational and Emotionally Fragile By Nature, Female Co-workers are a Peculiar Animal…" - Family Guy: Women in the Workplace

Do modern women receive equal benefits and pay to men?

Do modern women receive an accurate and appropriate level of credit for their work and success?

Are modern, successful women considered to be dirty, gluttonous, repulsive, unpleasant, greedy, unkind, unattractive, immoral, and shameless for purusing female empowerment, rights, equality and success?

Have any men who have a problem with successful women ever attempted to manipulate any successful woman/women into proclaiming themselves inferior in every way to a monkey, a pig and a goat by embracing and promoting the Aleister Crowley and Anton LaVey farm animal face; and then having their female victims degrading, dehumanizing, and dewomanizing themselves via that farm animal face in public, as often as possible, to and for patriarchal amusement, empowerment, and perpetuity?

Are there any male-dominated political efforts to legalize all forms of rape and force women and girls of any and all ages (including girls being bottle-fed and in diapers--to permanently erase the ideas of feminism and civil and human rights for women when they're just babies) to be sex and breeding slaves to all males who embrace and demand to live in an Aleister Crowley and Anton LaVey-inspired world to "liberate" those men from feminism and women's rights and validate all of their "darkest fantasies"?

This "Welcome to New York" story is something every woman and girl making the Aleister Crowley and Anton LaVey 1930s and 1960s female self-dehumanization, self-abuse, self-blame, and self-sabotage farm animal face could benefit from encountering:

Why domestic violence and abuse victims don't leave | Leslie Morgan Steiner

Published: January 25, 2013 (25th day) Duration: 16:00 (960 seconds) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V1yW5IsnSjo V1yW5IsnSjo VyWIsnSjo ijnossvwy 9+600+40+50+90+90+700+900+400=2879. 2879+1+5=2885. 2885+960=3845. 3845+25=3870.

Strong's Concordance #3870 Luz: earlier name of Bethel, also a Hittite city; hazel, a reddish-brown or greenish-brown color, a hazelnut producing shrub or tree; gland; loose (Yiddish) Original Word: לוּז

During the healing process, a bruise will usually go through the following colors: It often starts red because fresh, oxygen-rich blood has newly pooled underneath the skin. After around 1–2 days, the blood begins to lose oxygen and change color. A bruise that is a few days old will often appear blue, purple, or even black. In about 5–10 days, it turns a yellow or green color. These colors come from compounds called biliverdin and bilirubin that the body produces when it breaks down hemoglobin. After 10–14 days, it will turn to a shade of yellowish-brown or light brown. Finally, once the bruise has turned a light brown, it will begin to fade. Most bruises will disappear without treatment within about 2 weeks. (medicalnewstoday.com)

The hazel-branch A fairy tale by the Brothers Grimm One afternoon the Christ-child had laid himself in his cradle-bed and had fallen asleep. Then his mother came to him, looked at him full of gladness, and said, "Hast thou laid thyself down to sleep, my child?" Sleep sweetly, and in the meantime I will go into the wood, and fetch thee a handful of strawberries, for I know that thou wilt be pleased with them when thou awakest." In the wood outside, she found a spot with the most beautiful strawberries; but as she was stooping down to gather one, an adder sprang up out of the grass. She was alarmed, left the strawberries where they were, and hastened away. The adder darted after her; but Our Lady, as you can readily understand, knew what it was best to do. She hid herself behind a hazel-bush, and stood there until the adder had crept away again. Then she gathered the strawberries, and as she set out on her way home she said, "As the hazel-bush has been my protection this time, it shall in future protect others also." Therefore, from the most remote times, a green hazel-branch has been the safest protection against adders, snakes, and everything else which creeps on the earth. https://www.grimmstories.com/en/grimm_fairy-tales/the_hazel-branch

Mariah Carey - You're So Cold

Published: May 19, 2015 (139th day) Duration: 5:05 (305 seconds) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RFKNcwsgdUo RFKNcwsgdUo cdfgknorsuw 3+4+6+7+10+40+50+80+90+200+900=1390. 1390+305=1695. 1695+139=1834.

Strong's Concordance #1834 Dammeseq: Damascus; a city in Aram (Syria) Original Word: דַּמֶּשֶׂק

TANAKH (Jewish Publication Society, Hebrew-English) Page 2002: 2 Chronicles 28:22 In his time of trouble, this King Ahaz trespassed even more against the Lord, 2 Chronicles 28:23 sacrificing to the gods of Damascus which had defeated him, for he thought, "The gods of the kings of Aram help them; I shall sacrifice to them and they will help me"; but they were his ruin and that of all Israel. 2 Chronicles 28:24 Ahaz collected the utensils of the House of God, and cut the utensils of the House of God to pieces. He shut the doors of the House of the Lord and made himself altars in every corner of Jerusalem. 2 Chronicles 28:25 In every town in Judah he set up shrines to make offerings to other gods, vexing the Lord God of his fathers.

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Strong's Concordance #2607 Chanani: From chanan; graceful, gracious, to bend or stoop in kindness to an inferior; to favor, bestow; causatively to implore (i.e. Move to favor by petition) -- beseech, fair, (be, find, shew) favor(-able), be (deal, give, grant (gracious(-ly), intreat, (be) merciful, have (shew) mercy (on, upon), have pity upon, pray, make supplication; the name of several Israelites Original Word: חֲנָני

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Strong's Concordance #1927 hadarah: beauty, adornment, glory, honor Original Word: הֲדָרָה

"There are so many different ways that someone can be beautiful. For me, I think that when I meet someone and there's that magical thing about them that makes them unforgettable, it's that they're sincere and honest and whoever they are, be that funny, happy, sad, you know, going through a rough time, sarcastic, I think that these personality traits that come through when somebody is really sincere is what makes them beautiful." - Taylor Swift

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Strong's Concordance #5280 Naami: descendant of Naaman, Naomi; from na'em; pleasantness, pleasant Original Word: נַעֲמִי

Taylor Swift - "Blank Space" "So hey, let's be friends I'm dying to see how this one ends So it's gonna be forever 'Cause you know I love the players And you love the game"

TANAKH (Jewish Publication Society, Hebrew-English) Page 903 Isaiah 27:2 In that day, They shall sing of it: "Vineyard of Delight." Isaiah 27:3 I the Lord keep watch over it, I water it every moment; That no harm may befall it, I watch it night and day. Isaiah 27:4 There is no anger in Me: If one offers Me thorns and thistles, I will march to battle against him, And set all of them on fire. Isaiah 27:5 But if he holds fast to My refuge, He makes Me his friend; He makes Me his friend. Isaiah 27:6 [In days] to come Jacob shall strike root, Israel shall sprout and blossom, And the face of the world Shall be covered with fruit. Isaiah 27:7 Was he beaten as his beater has been? Did he suffer such slaughter as his slayers? Isaiah 27:8 Assailing them with fury unchained, His pitiless blast bore them off On a day of gale. Isaiah 27:9 Assuredly, by this alone Shall Jacob's sin be purged away; This is the only price For removing his guilt: That he make all the altar-stones Like shattered blocks of chalk--With no sacred post left standing, Nor any incense altar.

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WHO is LEE JONG SUK?

"The more you know him, the more you love him"

Must Read: 'Secret Garden' Lee Jong Suk "Love with Oscar? I am also curious”

An unknown singer who says with a blunt expression, "I'm busy, go away" to Oscar (played by Yoon Sang-hyun), a Hallyu star who dominates Asia. The only thing he has is his ego, and he is rising. Although his face is only 3-4 minutes long in a single episode of the drama 'Secret Garden', he is a white-faced young man who is called 'crazy presence' by netizens and ranks high in search terms. Netizens asked this question the most through the drama bulletin board.

"What's the name of that actor who plays Sun?"

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▶"Hello. I'm Lee Jong Suk, a new actor." Rookie actor Lee Jong Suk ( 22 ) , who is receiving a lot of attention for playing the role of genius musician Sun in the SBS weekend drama 'Secret Garden' and developing 'affection' while quarreling with Oscar.

We met on the 23rd in Apgujeong-dong, Gangnam-gu, Seoul, and bowed in greeting with his tall and white face.

When asked instead of greeting him, saying, "Do you feel the heightened popularity these days?", he said, "I didn't recognize anyone at first, but these days, I recognize him little by little on the street." In the play, 'Sun' is expressionless and only throws harsh lines, but in real life he is still a shy young man himself.

"Fans I recognize on the street ask for autographs, but I don't have an autograph yet. So I'm just giving the autograph I used to pay with a credit card (laughs)." When asked if his actual personality is similar to Sun in the play, he shakes his head. “Then it would be better for acting, but in reality it is 180 degrees different.

In fact, it is rumored that several idol singers have been on the list as candidates for the role of Lee Jong Suk. As a rookie, he must have been under a lot of pressure to take on this position. "I went to the filming set for the first time, and the staff said, 'You beat many idols to take on that role.'

▶ "The singing in the play was lip syncing."

In the play, Lee Jong Suk received great attention for his appealing singing skills as the character of a genius musician. He is not just a singer, he said that the role of a 'genius musician' gave him great stress in the beginning of filming.

“I took a lot of singing lessons while preparing for this role for the first time. I even thought that maybe I should go out as a singer. I replaced it with something sung by. That doesn't mean I'm really bad at singing normally (laughs)."

When I said, 'When I saw it in the drama, it was so natural that I didn't know if it was lip-syncing', a bright smile came back. "Even though lip-synching looks easy, I secretly cared about it more. To sing along with the recorded song, you have to match the shape of your mouth and even your breathing. I wanted to sing it myself, but it turned out to be a pity."

▶"Oscar and homosexuality? I'm preparing my mind."

When asked about the homosexuality code with Oscar, which is becoming a hot topic online, an unexpected answer came that he was really curious about what would happen to him.

"I don't know exactly if it will work out with (Oscar) homosexuality because nothing has been decided yet. In the 5th episode, I asked if there would be any improvement after I came out to Oscar instead of coming out, but there hasn't been anything like that yet. However, Sun continues to worry about Oscar. Being in the position of giving, the relationship may suddenly develop.”

When he told reporters, 'Oscar seems to be already preparing his mind' (Yoon Sang-hyun told reporters at the recent 'Secret Garden' on-site public, 'I'm afraid of the love line with Sun'), he said, "I myself have a heart. "No matter what happens to our relationship in the future, I hope both Sun and Oscar will have a happy ending."

He said that he was very nervous because he had to spit out vitriolic language with his senior Yoon Sang-hyun from the first filming. ' and said, 'This atmosphere was good.' He said, "Senior Yoon's real personality is 100 % the same as Oscar's," and "I think he's a character that fits really well.

" I really wanted to."

In addition to being a rookie actor, Lee Jong Suk also has a brilliant career as the youngest model at Seoul Fashion Walk. 3rd year of middle school, only 16 at the age of 15, she walked on the runway and worked as a model. However, his real dream was to become an actor.

"At first, I went to an agency that said they would make me an actor, but they told me that a career as a model would help me grow into an actor later, so they asked me to become a model first. So, after working as a model, I went to another company and prepared to become an idol singer for about six months. What I originally wanted to do was also It wasn't, and it was very difficult because I was added among the members who had been practicing first. Eventually, I moved to my current company and started preparing as an actor in earnest."

After that, Lee Jong Suk started his trainee activities without any promises for 3 years. "As I kept failing auditions, I wandered a lot thinking, 'Is this path right for me?' When a friend appeared on the air, it was painful to think, 'How old was that friend who debuted and is so active?'"

He said that when he thought, 'I shouldn't do anything,' he said, 'But I started working earlier than others and I'm still young, so it will be okay.'

He made his first appearance on the TV screen in the drama 'Prosecutor Princess', which aired earlier this year. However, the role of an investigator in his late 20s left him with only regrets. "I think I acted because I was stuck in something because of the hard look of a prosecutor's investigator. Thinking about it now, it's a very regrettable work."

▶"I want to remain as an actor with a wide range that is not defined."

Lee Jong Suk brushed off all of that regret through his work called 'Secret Garden'. The flexible part of the character Sun, which was not clearly defined, became an advantage for him. “Even when I first took on the role, I didn’t hear a detailed explanation of the character Sun. So, while studying the character alone, I used to imagine why Sun had such a personality and environment.

Lee Jong Suk is currently immersed in acting practice. When he doesn't have a schedule, he takes private lessons and participates in group practice with other trainees to develop his dream. When asked what kind of actor he wants to be, he answered, “I want to remain as an actor who is not limited to one character.”

Lee Jong Suk said with a smile, "The lesson I learned from being a trainee for a long time is that if you set your goal too far, it becomes less realistic. That's why I'm going to do things that are close to me one by one instead of looking too far away. If I do that, wouldn't I be able to go farther with a bigger image?" Now, he is more curious about his future as he runs for his dream of being an 'actor'.

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Posted 23 Dec 2010

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You stir slowly, savouring the softness of your new sheets even as you sleep on a paper-thin futon. Hazily you wonder why you’re even awake, your eyelids fall too heavy for it to be natural but at the whining noise at the doors, you stop querying.

They’re speaking Korean, hushed and rapid, but even so, you can hear the sound of your own name, slightly broken to accommodate a different language, tossed frequently in between.

You frown at the closed door. From the slope of the sun outside your windows, it was still early on, even for you who had to wake up before seven in most mornings. You assumed that they would like to sleep in and lounge, leaving you to freely move around but in a fashion that you’re quickly becoming familiar with, BTS likes to surprise you.

There’s a knock at your door.

Hoseok calls your name sweetly and brightly like one would a rising star and you mush your face in the depths of your pillow, perhaps in a misguided attempt to suffocate yourself and spare the impending humiliation.

This is not happening.

“Yes?” you answer, not yet decided whether to make your voice clearer to appear less sloppy or make it more groggy so you'd be left alone.

“We...would like to… spend some time with you? Do you want to?"

Dear God above, what wretched thing have you done to be punished like this? Or on the flip side what saintliness have you achieved to be given an opportunity that without a doubt, half the world would put heads on sticks for?

"Sure, it'd be… cool," you grumble at your pillow, grimacing at yourself. You were supposed to say "no, thank you" not "but of course whatever you'd like good sirs".

You've come to the conclusion your brain might just be rotting in your skull.

"Cool," Hobi echoes, audibly happy.

You wait until they leave to sneak out into the bathroom. It's by the furthest room and near the entry and while everyone else seems up and about there's one that still snores with such a musical prowess, that it seeps through the walls.

The bathroom is the only place with… well the things that were meant to be there and while in the safety of your own bare room you could disengage from the frankly ludicrous turn of events that your life had slipped to, it was surprisingly hard to do so in the bathroom.

Seven toothbrushes now stood in the small cup along with your own. Mouthwash, male cologne, shaving gel and a blue razor, variously coloured shampoos stacked like leaning tower of Piza in the shower. A symbol, a presence interrupting your solitary routine with no rhyme nor reason. A reminder that they were kind of here to stay even though you hadn't the faintest clue as to why.

Disgruntled you pluck the toothbrush out of the smothering hold of the rest impostors and fetch out your dinging phone.

"says he's Jim lmaoo" is typing….

"What kind of coffee would you like"

You move the toothbrush to your left side as though it helps to read better.

"Peppermint mocha"

"I support your choices! 😊 Joon doesn't hehehehehe"

Simultaneously another notification appears.

You've been invited to a new group chat.

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"Yoon" has been added

Jin remains Jin🦙has been added

Jooning🐨 has been added

Tata, rip💀 has been added

Hoberto???? has been added

JayKay 🤪has been added

They really should have thought about their fake names properly before you asked during their inebriated romp, leading to a frankly ridiculous series of codenames donning a thin veneer to the loud, neon fact of "WE ARE BTS. WE HAVE NO BUSINESS BEING HERE".

You indulge them in this as you had their general move in, lying in wait to see how they tangle up in their own web of lies which would not be hard. The web was rather large and stupid.

When you exit you feel a certain pang of what is it… poverty? Ugliness? Inadequacy? It's what one feels when waltzing in a room, meeting seven cover models and realizing that the jumper one wears has a hole in the sleeve. You bunch up the fabric, hiding the indignance away. Good mornings are exchanged. They all look awfully chipper, beaming dubiously wide. Only Hobi and Taehyung are missing from their migrating flock.

“Hello, _________, did you... sleep well?” Jimin bleats faintly and you solemnly shake your head.

“Fine enough….what about you?”

“Perfect. Lovely. Lovely just like you,” he glistens before realizing what was just said or rather what ripped out of him, and proceeds to shrivel up behind Jungkook.

“...thank you," you mumble.

This is why you didn't want to spend time together! It was remarkably awkward. Ever since they arrived, you've been clashing together like mismatched, chewed on pieces of an old puzzle.

"Where are others?" you point and Jin answers with a withering sigh, grousing something about a bear. You glimpse back and through the open gap to Taehyung’s and Jungkook’s room, you can see how Hoseok literally barrels over Taehyung to get him to wake up. He’s whisper yelling something so despairingly the veins on his neck stand out while simultaneously dodging any drowsily directed attacks. Yet again, you don’t know what they’re saying but the sound of your own name is unmistakable.

“You could just let him sleep,” you ponder, disinterestedly observing the truly herculean effort Hobi has to put forward to support the Sleeping Beauty upright.

“Oh, no,” Jungkook immediately objects, still sheltering Jimin from view, “he kill us.”

“Why would he kill you?” you frown with a light laugh.

“He wants to see you,” Yoongi answers, standing in the empty door space, eyes fixated somewhere in your forehead.

You don’t know what would be the appropriate reaction after hearing such a thing, like most things that come out of their mouths, so you settle on a resigned sigh.

The walk to the pickup cafe is as smooth as one would expect. You trail some distance behind them, eager to weigh exactly why you agreed to this whole ordeal. Curiosity killed the cat and it will also kill you if you receive another worried glance thrown across the shoulder.

The day was surprisingly nice, the sun was out and since it was the weekend everywhere your foot landed there was a family either setting up a picnic or enjoying the riverside. It clearly puts them at unease. They’re all wearing masks but the way they huddle and crane around, visibly unfamiliar with the surroundings, they might as well scream into a megaphone “I’M HOT, I’M NEW IN TOWN, LOOK AT ME!” You can’t even imagine what kind of scandal it would create - the reveal that they were decidedly not currently in the military service. All it took was a single picture, taken from even the most wayward of angles. Suddenly, everyone appears like a threat. And just as sudden, pity seizes too much real estate in your moral graces.

“We...go to furniture shop?” Jin asks, holding his coffee and pastry, nervously drumming his fingers against the paper cup.

“IKEA?” Jungkook intervenes also whipping his head left and right. A gaggle of teenage girls cross the street near when you were standing and instantaneously they all tense up, even Taehyung who up to now had been stumbling only half-conscious.

“No, not IKEA,” you swiftly amend, trying to get their mutual minds off the possible peril. “I… uh, know a lot of smaller, local shops that sell good stuff. We could go there,” after a beat you add softly, “there are no people there.”

Even through the mask, you can see Yoongi's grateful smile.

“Thank you,” Hoseok reaches to delicately pat your shoulder and you look away, taking a sip.

As promised there’s no one but Julian at Roberto’s store.

“Hey, kid,” you greet, letting in guys pile in the small shop one by one. The pre-schooler lifts his head from the PlayStation and narrows the group down with a curious glance.

“Is your dad here?”

“Yeah, he’s in the back.”

“Cool, you want candy?” you reach the bag towards him and with zero ethical qualms, he scarfs his little hand down the package, robbing you blind.

You throw a fleeting glimpse at your seven roommates. They’re inspecting the small shop with avid interest, picking up various clay figurines and small decorations. Yoongi in particular seems fascinated by the variety of unpolished wooden boards and assortment of cooking knives.

“Hey, _______! What can I get you? Julian! Get off that phone already!” Roberto hisses as he wipes his oil-stained hands in the towel. Julian rolls his eyes and continues playing his game.

“Hey, you still have that table that I was curious about?”

“The...industrial oak, 2018?”

“Yeah.”

He lets his gaze stop to Jimin and Jungkook who were heartedly giggling by one of the glass shelves.

“It doesn’t fit eight people.”

You flinch and Taehyung, who remained by your side, skims over your grimace with a troubled expression.  You pretend you don’t see it.

“Do you have something for eight?”

“A hickory one. Wait, I’ll get the pictures,” he leans down to fetch the pamphlets and as you grow aware of Taehyung still staring at you, your legs automatically shift aside to put some distance. He takes one step closer with head cocked to the side as if you're a peculiar problem that had been mulling in his mind for a very long time. Thankfully, Roberto doesn’t take long and you can immerse yourself in the wood designs and the shape.

“Do you like it?” you ask Taehyung as casually as possible and he jumps like he hadn’t expected you to address him.

“You’re uh… you are a,” he nervously turns to Namjoon who by now had moved to wooden carvings of baby shoes. Alas, he’s too far for Tae to ask without leaving. “Your job?”

“An interior designer?”

“Yes!” he snaps his fingers, hearing the correct words. “You like...houses, you know what’s good." He shrugs with a cheerful smile.

You did know what’s good. This was your dream apartment, you had made folders upon folders, itemizing to the last detail of how it should look.

But designs change, friends change and if you wanted to be fair to these seven wonders of the world your furniture had to change.

In the end, after much assuring that they could even say no, the hickory table is declined.  You exit the shop escorted by the cheery ding of the hanging bell, afterwards sneaking through the side streets to "Residence" in search for the right table with Jungkook and Jimin snickering by your side, brandishing a pepper shaker in the form of a red-eared dwarf. Said it looked like Jin.

Some days later, Namjoon walks to his dismay to the bathroom only to find the lights in the newly furnished kitchen already on. He drags his feet in, heavily disorientated and hair standing completely vertical. Jin greets him with a soulless stare, hunching over the boiling pot like a witch over a cauldron.

05:45 it read on the clock.

“What are you doing?” Namjoon croaks, voice rough from sleep. Jin turns away, poking at the soup, his head swallowed by the fumes.

“Cooking for my wife,” comes unrecognizable, garbled nonsense.

Namjoon’s brain splits open.

“Wife?! She’s not even your friend, you lovesick fool.”

The eldest remains unbothered.

“So what? Today, tomorrow? She’s going to be my wife someday. My hard-working wife who forgets to eat so I must cook for her. What kind of future husband would I be? Besides, Joonie, time is a construct you know,” to illustrate the point he points the broth soaked ladle at the front page of the science publication you had been reading, which insists just that - time is a mass-produced illusion.

“Jin, we agreed to not get too enthusiastic,” Namjoon massages at his scalp, tepidly wondering whether the migraine he gets from trying to flock them into appearing normal will ever go away. Using each and every IQ point he had, well as the magic ball said - outlook not so good.

“Who's getting too enthusiastic?” Jin scoffs, dazedly shaking in pepper from the dwarf figurine that stood bright and obtrusive in an otherwise tastefully organized room. Namjoon questioned if this was some sort of subliminal symbol of their arrival in your life. He hoped though that no matter how things would end, the memories you had of them would not be in the form of a round, cherry-faced bastard.

“We’re all very tempered, logical adults here.”

Someone groans in agreement. To his disappointment yet rather nonexistent surprise, Namjoon sees all six of his remaining bandmates present at this shit o’clock of an hour. Yoongi was making coffee and Jungkook was holding up a mirror, trying to decide how conspicuous would it be to leave three top buttons of his see-through silk pyjamas unbuttoned. At which point did he cross the line of “oh, hello, roommate, I didn’t see you there! I just happened to be standing here, nearly naked” to “please kiss me right here, I don’t care who’s watching”?

The answer is two.

Namjoon almost feels sorry for the clownery that you will have to endure. Then he remembers that if Bangtan was the circus, he was the ring leader, so what else is left for him to do, but bring out another bouquet that he bought for you and pray your heart is forgiving.

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The Weasel and The Serpent

Summary: When Yoongi, a halfblood, enters Hogwarts he lies about being a pureblood and is welcomed into the elite of the Slytherin House. Yoongi spends the whole of his school life upholding this lie, terrified of being exposed. Until one day, Jimin's cousin, the loud and rambunctious Y/N enters his life and gradually breaks down the walls that he had tried so hard to build. Can the weasel and the serpent learn to co-exist?

Pairing: Slytherin!Yoongi x reader (Hogwarts!au)

Genre: fluff, angst

Warnings: light swearing

Word count: 13.2k

Rating: pg

A/N: Welcome to the first instalment of the Hogwarts for @homeofbangtan collab!

I want to thank everyone in the collab for being amazing and patient and incredibly lovely! @mochi-molala for being the catalyst of this fic, @min-yoon-kween for being an amazing support and beta reader and @ttaetae for this amazing banner. @delacyrose224 @alpacaparkaseok @joheunsaram @sunshinejunghoseokie @ggukcangetit for being an amazing squad!

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Who would have thought you would end up here? Knees bruised on the cold wet tiles, bent over, heartbroken and desperate. If at the beginning of the year someone would have said you’d be in this position, you would’ve laughed at them. But there you were, on your knees, watching helplessly, as the person that had become your everything suffering on the wet bathroom floor. The mournful sobs wrecking his body echoed through you, rendering you speechless. If it weren’t for the fact that it was Yoongi’s sobs you were witnessing, you would’ve thought it was Moaning Myrtle doing her usual rounds in the bathroom.

You willed yourself to move. The sound of your robes trailing through the murky water were muffled by the anguished cries and heart wrenching sobs. You felt powerless and it scared you. The feeling gripped at your heart tighter and tighter until you felt like you could not breathe.

How ironic is it, you thought, that when you first met him you were in the exact same position that he was in now. Yet, at the time, he knew exactly what to tell you, as if you’d been friends for a long time. This trait he possessed; the ability to read someone so well and yet be so detached from everyone, had made him popular in your year.

Everyone liked Yoongi, his aloof personality a complete contrast from his soft looks. With his coal black hair and pale white skin a contradiction to his soft lips and plump cheeks, it was hard to not be intrigued by him. Yet, for some reason you chose to keep him at an arm’s length. He became your cousin’s friend quite quickly. It was Park’s gift; having the ability to make friends and break hearts left and right. However, being the rising star of the Slytherin house, he made enemies just as quickly. But the relationship between him and Yoongi developed so quickly, you didn’t even see it coming. One day Jimin was loitering around the corridors being his dramatic self with only Taehyung to keep him in check. Next you run into him and Taehyung and Yoongi. They were whispering secretively to each other and you couldn’t pass up on the opportunity to intervene.

“Oi, Cocky Park, why are you acting like a bunch of gossip girls?” you shouted at him across the corridor. The three of them jumped apart in surprise and glanced at you, each face looking similar to a kid’s having been caught with his hands in the cookie jar. Satisfied at the reaction you got, you sauntered over to them.

“So, what’s the deal?” your grin intensified when Jimin’s flustered face morphed into an annoyed one. It meant you had done your job. You were cousins on your father’s side, but in reality you acted more like siblings. You grew up together, always around each other, your father and his attending meetings together. So of course in true sibling fashion, it was necessary to rile up the other.

Taehyung glanced at the both of you, knowing that if he did not intervene there would be bloodshed. “Hey, Y/N, uhhhh, we were just talking” he tried to distract you from the situation at hand. You tapped your foot impatiently, an eyebrow raised unimpressed and urged him to continue. “About what?”

Before Taehyung could say anything, Jimin stepped up, “Nothing that concerns you lesser Park, so run along to your clique” he smirks at you, his hand gesture dismissing you. You huff in annoyance.

“Cocky Park!” You warn glaring at him stepping closer to his frame. He was by no means tall, only a few inches taller than you, and you liked to remind him of that every single day knowing that it drove him up the wall. “I’ll tell mother about that one time you set the family portrait on fire just because-” Jimin instantly covered your mouth, not wanting to be exposed in front of his friends like that.

“Ok ok ok, enough,” He pleaded, your laugh muffled and your eyes displaying the satisfaction you felt at his distress. You had won this battle and you savoured every moment of it. “Take a chill pill J-Park.” Noticing the third person next to the double trouble of the Slytherin house you paused. “Oh, new friends?” You pointed towards the silent man behind them. During the whole interaction between the three of you he hadn’t said anything, his dark eyes meticulously observing the scene before him.

You decided it was rude of you to not introduce yourself. You may have a loud personality and be opinionated to the point of aggression sometimes but you couldn’t forget the etiquette that your parents instilled in you. Especially in front of a fellow Slytherin, so with a confident grin you stepped around the two clowns of the house and extended your hand out.

“I’m Y/N.” The stranger looked wearily at your hand before hesitantly extending his. You don’t wait for his hand to reach yours, grabbing it mid rise and waiting for him to tell you his name. Only for a drawn out silence to ensue. You give his cold hand a small encouraging squeeze, urging him to say something. Noticing the shift in atmosphere Jimin stepped up next to you grabbing your forearm.

“Y/N, Yoongi. Yoongi, Y/N” he quickly said whilst pulling your hand away from the hold. You eye your cousin suspiciously but decide to not say anything. Instead you look at Yoongi and offer him what you hope is a friendly smile. “ Nice to meet you Yoongi. Well I have to go back now, I have practice” you turn on your heels prepared to leave. But before you could rush off you stop abruptly as if you’ve remembered something. Turning back, you point to Yoongi’s hands, making the boy take a small step back at your abruptness. “Make sure to wear gloves Yoongi, it may still be autumn but the castle is cold and your hands are freezing.” With a wink you then turn your attention towards Jimin, pointing threateningly at him.

“And you, you better not be late for practice, Outdated Park. We can’t afford to lose in front of Jeon again so get your ass on the pitch on time or I'll tell Sunny about your massive-“ Jimin’s cheeks turned red instantly and he almost shoves you down the corridor desperate to not let you finish that sentence.

“I get it, now move your troublesome ass out of here,” he pleaded. Laughing you wave at the three of them one more time before you rush down the corridor to meet up with the rest of the Quidditch team.

That was the first time you saw Yoongi, not as tragic as the second time; where he stumbled upon you in a dimly lit corridor. You took refuge there after receiving an unsettling letter from your parents. Said letter, now suspiciously damp, dangled from your hands when he found you. Even though your face showed no sign of distress, if there was someone who could read emotions well it would’ve been apparent. Yoongi was that someone.

He approached you silently, cautiously. As if he was afraid his presence would set off the feelings you were trying so hard to suppress. He observed your blank face for a second, his face not giving away any of his thoughts. You knew he was there and yet, you did not move. You couldn’t, the fear and pain gripping at your heart making you immobile. The letter you had just read replayed in your mind constantly.

‘Our daughter,

As this year happens to be the last year of your studies, we have decided that it is time for us to think about your future. Your father and I have decided that once you have finished your exams you shall be coming back home to Murkwood Manor where you will be spending the summer attending galas thrown by esteemed families. We are pleased to have come to the conclusion that for your sake and progress into the pureblood society, a convenient marriage is the best option and what better place to find such connections than there?

We hope that you can see how much we are thinking about you and understand our worries about your future.

Your everloving parents.’

You tried to forget the words staining the white paper, but it proved to be difficult. You knew the day would come, you and Jimin having been primed for this since you were children. Unlike Jimin, who would have more freedom of choice as he was to inherit his parents’ manor, you were doomed to enter an arranged marriage. As a pureblood it had always been your duty. Before you understood what that meant, as a romantic, you used to be excited at that prospect. Your brain came up with scenarios similar to ones in books about wizards in arranged marriages and living happily ever after.

Once you grew up, the excitement morphed into apprehension. The prospect of being tied to someone you did not willingly choose was daunting. To receive a letter informing you of your imminent fate crushed you.

Yoongi let out a soft breath, the sound loud enough to break the silence between the two of you. You knew you had to acknowledge him and yet, you could not bring yourself to. You barely knew each other, but as soon as he crouched next to your slumped form, a hesitant hand reaching out for yours the dam broke. You didn’t know or care if his touch was the push you needed or if the tumultuous feelings running through you became too much. You let yourself weep, not caring about the man tightening his grip on your hand witnessing it.

Normally your mother’s voice would be ringing in your head, telling you that your behaviour was unladylike, that someone of your status should not act like this. But the cold touch enveloping your trembling hand offered you the comfort you needed to let go.

Though only a few minutes had passed they felt like an eternity to you, your violent sobs dissolving into sniffles, too tired to carry on. Unknowingly, your hand sought out the reassurance of Yoongi’s hand, your fingers now intertwined. He let you cry it out, not saying a word, but his mind was running at a hundred miles an hour. Had he not been an expert at hiding his feelings, you would have been able to see the sadness he felt displayed across his face. He could not fathom why you would be sitting on the stone cold ground, knees drawn to your chest, shivering and looking so...broken.

When your sniffles ceased you looked up at him, your face red and blotchy from crying. He didn’t ask, his understanding eyes only watched you as you tried to gather your thoughts. He didn’t ask and yet, you couldn’t help but tell him. Tell him of the fate that waited for you once you graduated. There was something about the way he looked at you, a comfort you found in his gentle gaze that you couldn’t help yourself. Hiccuping you let it all spill out, his grasp on your hands becoming your strength to carry on.

“Your parents don’t define who you are, you define who you are. Whatever you are feeling, going through and your future, your parents will not be with you forever. And if you spend most of your time pleasing them, when they are gone you will start resenting everything that you have become.”

With that Yoongi wordlessy let go of your hand and slipped out of the bathroom leaving you with a tear stained grubby face slumped on the bathroom floor.

For a few days after that you tried avoiding Yoongi like the plague. Too embarrassed at your outburst you found yourself leaving the Great Hall when he would enter, turning your head the other way when you happened to make eye contact in class and avoiding any conversation that brought him up. If anyone noticed your odd behaviour towards him they did not say a word. He didn’t try to approach you, and no one in your House mentioned anything about it, and so after that first week you relaxed. Your cousin, however, did notice and when he tried to approach you about it you dismissed it as not having enough free time with the Quidditch game around the corner.

“Y/N, you do know I am on the same team as you right?” Jimin’s use of your full name indicated he was serious about the conversation. Sighing your shoulders slumped, you were feeling tired of hiding around. After letting it all out in front of Yoongi, it felt like all your body wanted to do was shout out to the world how exhausted you were of being a member of a pureblood family. No one would understand you better than Jimin would.

“I’m just tired, Chim.” Jimin faltered, his seriousness melted into worry at the sound of your voice. You sounded meek, the exhaustion clear on your face. Jimin was never one for emotional display, but he was your cousin, he was your family, he was like your brother. He offered you the comfort that you sought, placing his arms around you. You didn’t wait for him to speak, the unasked question hanging above you like the ghosts roaming around the castle.

“I’m getting married.” At your words you felt Jimin stiffen. He knew what you were talking about, it was a long tradition in pureblood families. Arranged marriages were not uncommon, if only to keep the bloodline pure; so it was only a matter of time before this happened to you as well. He was lucky, as the male of the family, he had more freedom than you but that also didn’t mean he could marry just anyone. “Who?” Was all he asked and you took a moment to recollect yourself, wondering if the mention of the rival School in the tournament would be a bad idea. “Who, Y/N?”

You stepped away from him, your eyes glossy with unshed tears. “Someone from Beauxbatons. I don’t even know his face. Just his name. And I am supposed to live the rest of my life with this person.” You felt the tears gather in your eyes but you knew you couldn’t cry. Even if it was just Jimin, the rest of the courtyard was completely void of students, your pride stopped you from letting all your emotions flow. Yoongi caught you at your most vulnerable and since that day you swore to yourself you would never let it happen again. If anyone were to witness it and your parents to get wind of it, you would be reprimanded, possibly even punished.

Jimin felt the shift in you, your vulnerable demeanour instantly covered up by a cold emotionless wall. He tried to say something, anything to prevent that shift but he couldn’t bring himself to. He understood why you would do that; as a pureblood the expectation to be impeccable was high, and the slightest slip would end in punishment. Not wanting to push you towards an emotional breakdown he did what he normally did best and distracted you from your misery. Gripping your shoulders he smirked at you, “come on Park 2.0, we need to get on that pitch today and win.”

The sight of the Quidditch pitch along with your peers cheering and chanting, instantly calmed you. This was your home, on your broom, ready to kick some ass. Today was the game against the Gryffindor team and the contrast between the green of your House and the red of Gryffindor House formed an enchanting colour palette. The Team Captain was yelling instructions left and right, discussing the strategy once more but you didn’t care. All you wanted was to be up in the air and hit a few Bludgeons to vent your frustrations out. As soon as your Team is given the go ahead you kick off onto your broom. The feel of the air brushing your face and the sound of your teammates yelling encouragement to each other giving you the adrenaline that you needed to get your head in the game.

The chants fuelled you, dodging a Bludger here, slamming your bat into it, sending it into the direction of a chaser, your head never left the game. The dynamics of the group, the teamwork, they all made you proud to be part of the team. From time to time, your eyes would wander towards the bleachers, taking in the crowd. Your fellow Slytherins were cheering as loudly as they could, chanting everyone’s name. You rolled your eyes, of course the loudest yells would come from the Gryffindor side. Kim Seokjin and Jeon Jungkook were favourites and so, their names would be on every lion’s lips. A quick break from the referee allowed you to catch your breath, high fiving with your fellow beater. You were crushing this. Taking in a deep gulp of air to calm down your heartbeat you scanned the crowd once again, only to make eye contact with a dark haired Slytherin who seemed to be watching you intently. You smiled hesitantly, confused at his presence, Yoongi had never been the one to watch the Quidditch games, but his presence gave you confidence that everything would be alright.

The game wasn’t going in your favour, Gryffindor had a good chance at winning, everyone on the edge of their seats for the end of the match. Suddenly you saw Jimin and Jungkook diving towards the ground, neck to neck and you knew that they'd spotted the Snitch. Breath caught in your throat, everything seemed to happen in slow motion. Jimin turns at the last minute, rising back up leaving Jungkook behind. In his hand he held the Snitch. The triumphant yell of the crowd switches from the Slytherin crowd towards the Gryffindor team and you lower your head dejected. Jimin may have caught the Snitch, but Gryffindor House had already won enough points to win the game without it. Sighing you turned towards your team, their hopelessness could be felt throughout the pitch. It wasn’t their fault, they’d played a good game, so in an attempt to cheer them up you started clapping. Soon, the crowd all caught onto what you were doing and joined in and quickly, what could have turned into a disastrous end for the team morale ended up quite the opposite. You turned yourself towards the crowd, the smile on your face widening at the sight of your fellow Slytherins cheering for you. In that moment you swore you didn’t look through the crowd for a particular person, but your eyes found his and your grin widened. Yoongi was clapping along with everyone else, his reassuring gaze never leaving yours. Suddenly you didn’t feel like you lost anymore, instead, you felt like a winner.

Under normal circumstances, the days after the game were the hardest to endure. This time however, the atmosphere felt lighter than even before the match. After the game ended and the team went back to change out of their uniform, your Team Captain held a speech about pride and defeat. That, along with the cheers from the crowd, lessened the sting of the loss and you promised yourselves that you will do better for the next one. However, classes and your professors waited for no one. With only a few weeks left until Christmas break the number of assignments kept rising, and the pressure of your N.E.W.Ts looming above your head forced you to spend every possible waking moment inside the library, your head stuck in a book. Despite being a Slytherin and not a Ravenclaw, you did enjoy studying. You were never alone whilst in there, especially now that Jimin and that Hufflepuff were spending more and more time in the library together. You got first hand experience of their budding relationship. Both of them being very much interested, yet both of them being very much oblivious.

It was during one of those days in the library when Yoongi approached you. The library was already full with students trying to cram a last minute essay. You were no better, your Potions essay due that afternoon, you tried to get as much done as possible. Writing about the properties of Amortentia was not a pleasant experience. Scribbling furiously, you bit your lip in concentration, not even noticing the silent dark haired man that sat down in front of you.

“You’re going to break your quill if you carry on writing like that.” His remark made you jump out of your skin, dropping your quill to the ground and knocking your ink over the sides of the table in the process. “Ah, shit.” You muttered as you tried to blot your parchment with your robes. Yoongi jumped out of the seat, hurrying to help you salvage your work, muttering his apologies to you incessantly. “It’s okay, no problem.” You smiled at him, you were not really upset, you knew your essay could be done better and maybe a restart is what you needed. “You actually did me a favour.” Confused, Yoongi glanced at your paper. “Isn’t it due today?” He motioned towards how much you’ve written, “and that looks like a lot of research to me.” Waving him off you sat back down and got out another piece of parchment.

“It wasn’t that good to begin with. Potions is not my strongest suit so I could probably do with rewriting it. There’s only so much, ‘and boom they fall in love’ that you can describe.” You laughed at Yoongi’s expression. He looked offended at your statement, and you took the time to admire his expressions. Never one to express too many feelings, at least not in your presence, it felt like a breath of fresh air. You couldn’t help but wonder what caused the change in behaviour. “Wait, a Slytherin, not good at Potions?” He mock gasped at you and you laughed. He looked a lot younger, freer this way and you couldn’t help but take in this carefree Yoongi. As you stared at the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled; his wide grin making his round cheeks puff out, you felt your heart speed up, and butterflies start fluttering in your stomach. “I know right?!” You carried on with his joke, not wanting this lighthearted atmosphere to end. “Appalling.” He nodded trying to look serious. You tried to hold in your laugh but when your eyes met, you couldn’t stop yourselves and burst out laughing.

“Shhhhhh.” The angry librarian loomed over the both of you and you bowed your heads in apology still trying to stifle your laughter. “Well, that is that… now you know my darkest secret.” So absorbed in getting your books together, you didn’t notice the way Yoongi stiffened. “I am bad at Potions, and it’s my final year and there is no way I can do anything about it now.” When you carried on, Yoongi relaxed a small smile thrown into your direction. “Would….you don’t have to, but would you like some help? I may not be the best….” You perked up instantly as soon as he said that, not even letting him finish you quickly grabbed his hand and nodded. “Nonsense. You are one of the best in our year!” You noticed the slight redness that crept up Yoongi’s cheeks and you smirked. “And I heard that you are going to be interning for the Auror Office at the end of school! I would be honoured if you helped me!” Sensing his hesitation, you paused for a second, trying to think of a way to make him feel more comfortable about it when an idea suddenly hit you. “How about an exchange?” You looked at him hopefully, his eyes roaming over your face trying to understand what you were proposing. “As in, is there anything that you may need help with?” You clarified and Yoongi nodded, finally understanding what you meant. He didn’t reply for a while and you started to get uncomfortable under his gaze. Shifting uneasily in your seat you cleared your throat, “of course, you don’t have to, I just thought it may make things a lot fairer if-”

“Defence” Yoongi interrupted abruptly. You stared at him for a second before your baffled expression turned into a smile. “Deal.” You took the deal, even though you knew very well that Yoongi was more than good at the subject, having managed to be one of the few people who could produce a Patronus in class. Deciding not to mention having observed his wispy Weasel Patronus almost starting to attack your Serpent one, you nodded at him extending your hand to seal the deal. Startled, Yoongi took a glance at your hand before hesitantly grabbing it. His warm hand enveloped yours and you gripped it, immediately finding comfort in his warm grip. Staring at each other for a second, the silence that settled over you wasn’t uncomfortable. There was a remnant of something that felt overlooked, as if there was something left unsaid between the two of you. Yoongi opened his mouth and your breath caught in your throat.

“Oi, Park!” Your cousin’s voice broke the comfortable bubble that you and Yoongi were in and you immediately dropped your hand on the table, pretending nothing had happened. You knew Jimin, and you knew he would not let you live it down if he noticed the position you and his friend were in. You schooled your face in a sneer and turned towards your obnoxious family member. “What Outdated Park?” You sneered at him, annoyed, then settled your eyes on the person hiding behind him. Sunny looked uncomfortable, so to ease the tension you smiled at her. It wasn’t that you didn’t like her, yet, you would not go out of your way to get to know her. “Are you ready for the Yule Ball?” Jimin airly said, dropping his arm over Sunny’s shoulder in such a casual way you could tell it was something he did often. At the thought of the Yule Ball, your mood instantly soured. Jimin knew there was no way you were excited about it, you glanced at Yoongi, who was doing his best to look at anyone but you. “Uhm, yeah, I guess.” You shrugged, the disappointment in our voice quite obvious.Yoongi chanced a glance at you, and you smiled sadly at him. “We will have to wait and see.” You broke eye contact, turning around to look back at Jimin, whose sympathetic eyes took in the interaction between you and his friend.

Yoongi felt his heart drop and his hand twitched. The sadness that he could read in your eyes made him want to grab your hand again, to reassure you, yet he stopped himself. He was nothing for you, and he could never be something. He would just stay as a friend and tutor, even though all he wanted to do was ask you to be his partner for the dance.

Staring at yourself in the mirror you took a deep breath in, your hands twitched at your sides. You were trying hard to not wipe them on your ball gown, your parents would kill you if you appeared less than perfect in front of anyone. Yoongi’s words rang loud and clear in your head. Refusing to acknowledge the truth of his statement you focused on your appearance once again. Tonight, you would be meeting your fiance officially - the thought as appealing as that one time you fell off the broom during the match against the Gryffindor team. You threw one more glance at yourself in the mirror before you acknowledged your friends calling your name.

“Coming! Wands out your asses.” You walk out of the dormitory into the Common Room. The dark atmosphere broken by the languid emerald flames coming from the fireplace, enhancing your satin dress. The lights caught in the folds of it giving it the fluidity of a crystal clear lake, the silver diamond like colour reflecting the green sheen cast around the room.

“Y/N, you have outdone yourself. Your partner is extremely lucky.” Your heart sped up at the thought of having to face your supposed arranged marriage partner. After you received your letter and had your emotional slip-up, you’d pushed the thought of your future fiance to the back of your brain. However, what you hadn’t realised was that with the Tournament happening at Hogwarts this year, you were going to meet your future husband sooner than intended. A pureblood from Beauxbatons; he was amongst the students chosen to be part of the visiting party. So, it didn’t surprise you when one afternoon, during your study session with your friends, he approached you. After he introduced himself, he immediately asked you to be his partner for the Yule Ball. No one else had dared to ask you to the Ball. Mouth agape you struggled to respond to him, knowing full well you couldn’t refuse, when you spotted Jimin and Yoongi making their way towards you.

“Hey Annoying Park.” Jimin greeted you, but at the sight of your discombobulated expression his face darkened, and he glanced between you and the Beauxbatons guy. “Who are you?” He narrows his eyes at the stranger and you would’ve laughed at his crassness if not for the conflicted feelings coursing through you. A small cough behind Jimin caught your attention and your eyes made contact with Yoongi’s. He shifted under your gaze as if uncomfortable and a sudden rush of embarrassment came over you. There was no reason to be ashamed of the situation you were in. Your future fiance had asked you to a ball, it was a perfectly normal situation. Nonetheless, the thought of Yoongi witnessing it made you squirm.

The tension was so thick you felt as if you were trapped in the darkness of the Forbidden Forest. The Beauxbatons student took a step forwards, placing himself in front of you in a protective manner. “Luc Millefeuille the Third.” He announced proudly, puffing his chest. Yoongi stiffened drastically at the name. He had heard it before, in newspapers. His great grandfather, the famous patissiere, was known for the serial mass poisoning of a group of muggles. The thought of you being chained to such a name made his skin crawl. If Jimin recognised the name he didn’t show it, instead he eyed the male with a steel gaze. “Nice to meet you.” Glancing at you he motioned with his head. “Red, we have practice to go to.” Taking the chance to get out of the situation you mumbled a goodbye to Luc before you hurried after Jimin.

In the end, Luc cornered you once more and you had no choice but to agree. Your parents were bound to have some harsh words for you if they found out you refused him. You knew of the family name, Jimin had made you aware of it. Despite your inherited indifference towards muggles, the thought of mass murder disgusted you. You didn’t know what your parents were planning and you couldn’t find out as your letters home had not been replied to.

“Y/N, are you ready?” You snapped out of your reverie. Turning to look at your friends, your smile grim, you nodded at them. “Yes, I guess so.” Patting your skirts once more you prepared to exit the dungeons just as the entrance opened, revealing a dashing Yoongi dressed in black robes, with a dark green sash around his torso. You faltered as you made eye contact with him, his eyes trailed down your form, darkening to the colour of tar. You felt yourself flush under his gaze, a slight tingle underneath your skin making you shift in discomfort. You couldn’t break eye contact with him even as your friends greeted him, his shocked gaze keeping you in place. “Y/N.” He whispered, taking a step towards you, you’re prepared to reach out to him when your sight is cut off by the abrupt entrance of the blonde Frenchman who barged past Yoongi.

“Y/N. You look delicious.” He smirked at you and you had to fight the urge to grimace. Grabbing your hand forcefully he doesn’t even acknowledge Yoongi as he dragged you out of the Common Room. Having to pick up your pace so that you didn’t trip over your dress, you looked back, your desperate eyes making contact with Yoongi’s dark ones once more. However, he’s gone from your sight the next second as Luc turned the corner.

Not being part of the Champions, the two of you had to wait near the entrance to the Great Hall, so you took your time observing the Christmas decorations that littered the gradious hall. The theme was a dark blue, with stars sparkling above your heads bathing the dance floor in an ethereal glow. You spotted Jimin and Sunny waiting to the side for the signal to start the dance. You could tell she was nervous by the way she gripped at Jimin’s robes, whispering animatedly in his ear. You laughed to yourself, you didn’t know her very well and you weren’t her biggest fan per se, but their relationship was adorable. Both of them were so oblivious to the other it was almost endearing if not borderline annoying.

Luc’s grip on you hasn’t softened since you entered the Grand Hall, it was starting to make you feel uncomfortable. You stepped to the side as you tried to get him to loosen his hold on you. When you were unsuccessful, you stomped your foot near his. “Let go.” You warned him through gritted teeth. Not only did he ignore you, but he tightened his grip on your arm as he dragged you forwards towards the rink. You didn’t even notice that the Champions had finished with their first dance, and now it was open to everyone to join in. You knew you’d regret it later, as you missed the opportunity to witness your cousin’s marvelous dancing with his clumsy partner, but you had more pressing matters to sort out. Your partner pulled you onto the dance floor and with a sneer he glanced at you, “I hope you know how to dance, I don’t want to be embarrassed.” You bit back a remark, you knew you couldn’t cause a scene in the middle of so many people, no matter how loud you normally were. Instead of answering you tighten your grip on his shoulder, your eyes coldly staring past him.

As you glided in a waltz across the floor you took your time scanning the room, taking in all the couples, the decorations and most importantly, your eyes were searching for the sole person you wanted to see that night. You spotted him in a corner near a table, his eyes already on you. The intensity with which he was watching you made a shiver run down your spine. This time, it didn’t feel uncomfortable, on the contrary Yoongi’s gaze on you felt reassuring. The whole dance you kept your gazes locked on each other, Yoongi not even glancing away as his partner got pulled from him for a dance. Even though you were apart, and you were dancing with the man meant to be your husband, it felt like it was just you and Yoongi in the room.

You stepped away from Luc as soon as the dance ended. Muttering an excuse about needing refreshments you fought the urge to gag when instead of offering to get them for you, he burdened you with his own refreshments. Taking any excuse that you could to get away from him you nodded and hurriedly made your way towards the tables where Jimin greeted you.

“You could’ve done worse.” His mocking tone irked you and you resisted the urge to kick him in the shin. Instead you angrily grabbed a glass of mead and downed half of it in one go. “Woah there, slow down.” Jimin backed away from you. “If you tell me it’s unladylike Park, I swear on Peeve’s dung bombs you and Sunny will not have any children.” You grumbled under your breath at him, not caring that said girl was also next to him, both their faces now beet red. “I am close to murdering him.” You sighed, the drink and reprieve you had from your French fiancee finally calming you down. “Oh Merlin’s beard, here he comes.” You spotted Luc making his way through the crowd with a pompous stride, heading straight towards you. Grabbing Jimin by his robes in a desperate attempt to hide, you didn’t notice the other man that reached you before your fiance could. With a yelp, you stumbled straight into Yoongi’s chest, his hands wrapping around your waist in an attempt to steady you. “You’re good.” He whispered in your ear. Your stomach clenched at his low voice and his breath hitting the sensitive shell of your ear. Mumbling a thanks you stepped away from him, your eyes never leaving his. You could feel your heart speeding up and you had to resist the urge to grab onto him for support once more.

“Y/N, where are the drinks?” Luc’s voice broke you out of your daze, and you turned away from Yoongi to face him. “I- uh- forgot.” You mumbled causing the Frenchman to scoff at you, a look of pure disgust on his face. “I can’t believe my wife is this stupid.” He spat at you. You could feel your blood boiling in anger, but before you could reply Jimin stepped in front of you. “She is not your wife and she is definitely not stupid.” You could hear the anger in his voice. Luc sized him up, knowing that he couldn’t have an argument with the head of the Park family, that would ruin any chances. Instead he sneered at your cousin whilst grabbing your arm tightly. “Come on.” He glared at you, but having had enough you stood your ground trying to pry your arm out of his grip. “Let me go.” You said through gritted teeth, you were close to hexing his ass and no one would have been able to stop you. Pulling at you roughly once more trying to get you away from your friends, he suddenly tripped over his robes. You yelped feeling yourself start to fall down along with him, when a hand grabbed you and pulled you towards a familiar chest. In the corner of your eyes you noticed a wand being placed back into the black robes that Yoongi was wearing.

“What happened?” Luc looked around confused, picking himself off the floor and you realised straight away what Yoongi had done. “Your robe’s dirty.” Yoongi pointed out with a monotonous voice, and you fought back a laugh. You could see the change in Luc’s eyes, the anger making him explode. With a flurry of curses thrown around in French, he stormed out of the Great Hall. You stared after him in silence for a second before you couldn’t help it anymore and you burst out laughing. “Oh, wow. Who would have thought?” Jimin finally calmed down enough to speak. “Now if you’d excuse us, Sunny needs to polish her dancing skills.” Saying that he grabbed said girl by the arm and led her towards the dance floor. Still chuckling to yourself you turned towards Yoongi, a sparkle in your eyes that made his heart burst with warmth.

“Confundus eh? Thank you. I don’t know how to repay you for that.” You smiled kindly at him, waiting for a response. But when he silently extended his hand towards you, all you felt was the blood rushing to your head, making you dizzy. “You could dance with me.” His tone was calm, not once giving away the nervousness that he felt beneath his skin. You didn’t even hesitate, you placed your hands in his. He led you towards the dance floor, wrapping his arm around your waist, whilst you daintily placed your hand on his shoulder. As you slowly started to glide along the dancefloor between the couples, your eyes locked onto his. The charmed stars twinkling above you, your heart fluttered in hope.

Needless to say, Christmas holidays came and went, your trip home cut short by your desire to be away from your obnoxious family, and the excitement of continuing your studies alongside Yoongi. With his help, you started making progress with your Potions, and you would have long chats about anything and everything during the hours you were meant to be studying for Defence. Yoongi felt happy, it felt like everything was finally going right. Until that one fateful day when a curse and a fight would change everything for him. He never thought that by being himself just once in his life, would cost everything he had managed to build over the past seven years at the school.

Yoongi’s heart dropped. He’d been found out. He could tell just by looking at everyone’s reaction. The friends he’d managed to make, had found out about his blood status. If not certain, they are suspecting him now. Suddenly, flashbacks of his father degrading him- calling him a dirty blood traitor, whilst making sure the skin of his wrist was raw and blistery, plagued his mind. His thoughts filled with his father’s harsh words, accompanied by his mother’s cries; the symphony of Yoongi’s life. He stood frozen on the spot, the adrenaline coursing through his veins causing him to enter the fight or flight mode. His wide eyes took in the faces of the people that have always supported him for the past few years he’s been at Hogwarts.

But then again, could Yoongi even call these people friends? Could he say they have always supported him? He glanced at Jimin.

Jimin, the person whom he thought was a stuck up pureblood. The person who approached him, offered him not only a seat at the Slytherin table, but also a group to belong in. He could vividly recall the day he got put into his house. He was terrified when the Sorting Hat sealed his fate with a simple holler- “SLYTHERIN!” Yoongi was aware of the house's reputation and fame. Full of purebloods, prejudice and pride; his mother had warned him to stay away from them. But how could he, now that he was one of them? In a split moment, he decided then and there that he would not allow anyone know about his status, he would take it to his grave if he had to. So with a strengthened resolve he created Slytherin Yoongi. Gone was the boy who would openly smile until his cheeks hurt, the boy who dreamt of happy endings, the boy who would innocently sit by the lake, his eyes following the murtlaps chasing each other. In his stead, a coldness settled over him. He knew that in order to make it he had to avoid being too close to anyone. Becoming friends with people would only make it harder for him to hide who he was. So he hid in the shadows on his own, keeping himself away from activities that would force him to interact with people more than necessary.

Until Jimin came along. Under the pureblood facade, Jimin was charismatic and flirtatious with everyone and that made him very popular amongst his fellow Slytherins. Yoongi stood no chance against his charms, and when one day he felt himself pulled down, to sit with the most popular Slytherin boy and his best friend he did not know what to make of it.

“You look terrified,” Jimin laughed at Yoongi’s expression.

Being aloof and stiff with most of his peers made Yoongi very good at reading people. However, there was one person he could not read at all, and that was himself. Conflicted most of the time, the battle between the soft hearted boy who would try his best to make everyone happy and the new indifferent one mirrored in his eyes. Jimin was not stupid by any means, Yoongi found that out along the way. The internal battle that he was going through was not unnoticed by the pureblood Slytherin. Thinking about his friend and their journey into their friendship caused an old wound to reopen, a new wave of pain washing over him.

Then there was Jin, his neighbour Jin, who had stuck with him through thick and thin since childhood. Jin was there to pick him up when the other muggle children started calling him a freak. He never thought that Jin would end up at Hogwarts, not until they both got their letter when their mothers met up during their weekly cooking sessions. Getting excited over the letters, their mothers gushed at the two of them being best friends forever. Having Jin be there with him when they both entered the grand halls of the School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was a comfort he knew he shouldn’t indulge in. After all, they would probably not end up in the same house, and having read enough about the School, he knew there were rivalries, stereotypes. He couldn’t bear the thought of Jin becoming his enemy. So he kept his distance. But as usual, Jin had an innate ability to jump in and save the day, a stubbornness only characteristic to Gryffindors. So, Jin stayed by his side. The boy was smart enough to not reveal their friendship to everyone. Until this day, that is.

Then there was Red, you were the sole reason his cold facade melted. For you he became the person that he used to be. Warm hearted and ready to jump to anyone’s aid. He tried his best to not let his wall crumble, and for the most part he succeeded. But in his heart, something changed, something shifted. Your loud and honest personality paired with your stubbornness and your laissez faire attitude drew him in straight away. Yet, you were Jimin’s cousin, born as a pureblood, with the values of a Slytherin. You were loud and proud about being who you were. Never obnoxious about it, but there would be times when you would slip in one insult or another towards fellow ‘mudblood’ students. Yoongi knew then that as enraptured as he was by you, he had to keep you at a distance. He could not let you find out who he was, so he denied himself the intimacy with you that he desperately craved.

He got caught in the web of lies he has created around his persona. The Yoongi that everyone knew was a facade, he was not and he would never be that Yoongi. He wasn’t the pureblood genius that everyone knew, and he certainly was not the pureblood that could ever hope to win Red’s heart. At the thought of you his eyes honed in on yours. To his surprise he couldn’t see any animosity in them, instead the sheen that glossed over your eyes spoke of pain. The sight of you there, amongst the people who have witnessed his comeuppance was unbearable to him and so with one last wistful glance at you, he turned on his heels and ran.

“Yoongi!” The chorus of voices calling him was drowned out by the desperation in your voice.

He ran as fast as he could, stumbling into people, his eyes filling with hot tears. His legs were starting to hurt, and as he passed students, teachers, statues, Peeves who tried to pelt him with water - all he could focus on was the scene that had sealed his fate. The punches, his innate reaction to help his friends. The way Jin and Jimin had thrown meaningless words at each other. Something so unlike Jin that he did not know what to do, he acted instantly to break up the fight. Seeing his childhood friend, his brother, this aggressive triggered something in him he had not felt for a while. Fear.

He feared that Jin may have snapped, the trials of his life finally catching up to him at one word sputtered by Park’s mouth, so he acted out of pure instinct. He got in between the two, but to everyone’s surprise, Jimin was not the person he first reached out to. It was Jin who worried him the most. Talking to him in front of everyone as if he was an old friend, saying things to him that he shouldn’t have known, raised an alarm in everyone’s minds. When everything finally calmed down, Jin calmed down and Park, constrained by Taehyung. Yoongi was the only one left in the middle of the crowd, exposed and afraid.

Seeing him stand like that, his nervous countenance so unlike the cool composed man you’ve come to know, spurred you on. Cautiously you approached him, your hand extended towards him. “Yoongi?” You tried to get his attention however, your voice came out softer than you’d intended. Clearing your throat, you tried again, this time with a lot more conviction. “Yoongi, are you...ok?” To your credit, you settled for the safest of questions. There were a million thoughts running through your head, how did he know Jin? Most importantly, how did he know Jin so well? You have never once witnessed any contact between him and the Gryffindor Head Boy, other than the occasional nod in his direction. But this, everything you’ve heard, it seemed like their relationship ran deeper than Hogwarts. Purebloods and muggles in your head did not mix, especially Slytherins, unless there was something there that you were missing. That thought now in your head, you threw a hesitant glance in Jimin’s direction. It was easy to spot him amongst the rest, his face the only calm composed one out of all of them. Taehyung, Sunny, Nerd- the surprise was clear and apparent on their faces. Jimin’s calm composure told you all you needed to know- he was aware of the situation. Promising yourself to question him later, you turned your attention back to Yoongi, who as time passed looked more and more like a cornered animal, and you knew that at any moment he would flee the scene. Without thinking you took three rushed steps towards him, your eyes locked onto his. You read the sheer panic in them and before you could react his feet had carried him halfway across the hallway. “Yoongi!”

Without thinking you ran after him, ignoring your cousin’s shouts for you to return. You did what you normally did best, acted rashly and ignorantly. As a beater on the Slytherin team you had the athletic advantage and so you quickly caught up with his retreating form. Reaching out for his arm you stopped him dead in his tracks. “Yoongi. Stop.” Your voice sounded harsher than you’d intended, so desperate to get him to listen to you that you did not consider how your tone would affect him. You waited, not even phased by the sound of the other students milling in the corridors, the sight of his back being all you could see. The sound of his laboured breathing all you could hear. You uttered his name again yet, he did not turn around to face you, and for a second your composure crumbles. You squeeze his arm trying to get his attention, trying to get him to respond to you, trying to get him to do something. Caught up in your own thoughts and worries you yelped in surprise, you didn’t even notice his sharp intake of breath before he suddenly yanked his arm out of your hold.

“What do you want now?” The tone of his voice is as cold as the corridor you are both in. Your heart clenches at the sound. You were expecting him to be hurt or scared, but the anger that you could read in his voice takes you by surprise. How Slytherin of him, you thought, and how Slytherin of you to assume he would be anything but angry. All your life you’ve been indoctrinated to believe that anyone is below you, no matter who they are, all your life you were taught to assume you could read everyone, and you would always be right in your assumptions. Prejudice is not a winner in this case, you realised, not when it comes to love. Because all the nights you have spent in your dark room mulling over what had transpired between the two of you since that day in the bathroom, to the Yule Ball where you could barely think of dancing with anyone else but him. You didn’t see it coming, like a Bludgeon to the head, but your heart did. You tried and tried to tell yourself that it was not love, but it was already too late.

“Yoongi, please don’t shut us out.” You haven’t pleaded in your life, the sound of your voice a surprise to your ears. Before you could think too much into it, Yoongi’s response hit you like the Cruciatus curse.

“Why? Why would I not? Why would I let you use my situation to fuel your pureblood pride?” He spat and you recoiled instantly from him, you’ve never heard such venomous words coming from him. “Yoongi,” you whispered, the fire in your heart dwindling. “Why are you like this? I’ve never....why,” you tried to find your words but the hurt and shock running through your body made it difficult. “You’ve never been like this.” You finally settled. Yoongi narrowed his eyes at you, his fierce expression made you tremble. The shivers running down your spine didn’t stop even as he carried on. The malicious tone of his voice bleeding through your veins like ice cold water. For a second you wonder if this is what Jimin’s felt like as Sunny pulled him out of the Black Lake. Cold and scared.

“What do you know about me?” You open your mouth to respond but he stops you dead in your tracks. “Nothing!” he hissed. “You don’t know anything about me. You know Yoongi, the Slytherin. But you don’t know anything about Min Yoongi the person.” His words cut through you and in that moment you’d rather be stuck with an army of Dementors than hear the accusations thrown your way. You knew he was right, you knew nothing of him. You hadn’t tried to even after your brain finally accepted that your heart belonged to him. Ashamedly, you cower away from him, your heart stuck in your throat, the sudden feeling of nausea hitting you as if you’ve had more Butterbeer than needed. You couldn’t speak, your words falling short of your own feelings. You wanted to tell him you wanted to know him, the real him, pureblood or not, it was him you have fallen in love with. You wanted to tell him the extent of your feelings, yet nothing would come out. The silence that settled over the two of you was pressing and your senses were telling you to run, to get away from the uncomfortable feelings coursing through you. There was a reason you were sorted in Slytherin, more than your pureblood status, the need for self preservation ingrained in you since birth.

Yoongi’s laugh brought you back to the present, the despair you could discern in it made your heart break. Once more, the need to yell out your feelings, to comfort him like you did that day in the bathroom, willed you to move, and so you did. Taking a small weary step, the need to be closer to him overriding your cautiousness you softly whispered his name.

Scared and confused, Yoongi knew he had shut himself in. He was aware of what his words were doing to you, yet he could not bring himself to care. Not when all he could feel was the rejection that had trumped over his entire life, not when the hurt he has carried since birth which was not even his own doing, fuelled his emotions. His heart was screaming at him to move away from you before he did more damage, to remove himself from your vulnerable form, something he had only witnessed twice, your pride never allowing you to show anything less than perfection. However, what he did was the complete opposite to that. The hand that was extended towards him, in an attempt at reconciliation, made him bristle, and so, acting like a cornered Hippogriff, he took the bite in the form of words. Words he would come to regret later, but at that moment, it did not matter to him.

“Stop, just stop.” His voice was loud and clear, the hardness of it washing over you. He could have cast a Stupefy spell over you and the results would have been the same. You froze, the feeling of dread gripping at your heart. “Do you think you can come here, with your pretty words and make everything better?” He spat, his eyes blazing with anger. “You don’t know anything about me, and you wouldn’t care to know.”

Finding your voice, the anger he is throwing at you fuelling yours, you narrowed your eyes at him. “Yoongi, stop. I never said I did not want to know you. I will never shut you out like you are now. Stop being a coward. Don’t shut us out,” The anger in your voice dissipated, leaving the desperation that you felt to seep through. “Don’t shut me out.” But Yoongi is relentless, his anger blinding, he knew he needed to protect himself from what was to come and so, he chose to do it in the only way he’s known how to, by distancing himself from people and his own feelings. “So what, are you implying you’d be friends with a mudblood?” He scoffed, and for a second you couldn’t find the will to speak. Taking it as an agreement, Yoongi carries on, his voice more spiteful than before. “See what I mean? You are not going to shut me out? That is a lie, and you know it. What would your parents think about their perfect princess being friends with a dirty blood traitor huh? What would they say if you brought something as disgusting as that and presented him as your friend? You couldn't, could you? Your perfect status is too important to be tainted” He took another step towards you, but this time instead of meeting him in the middle, you took a step back. The fire in his eyes, and the hatred in his voice terrified you.

“But you’re not a mudblood, not…” You couldn’t continue, your heart stuck in your throat, and the taste of bile invaded your tastebuds once more. You could feel the tears pricking, waiting to come out. Yoongi stopped in his tracks, his eyes wide as if you’ve burnt him. And maybe you have, because the next second he groaned in frustration, “see what I mean, Y/N? Full mudblood or not, blood status will forever matter to you. And this is why you need to stay away from me. Forget I even existed in your life.” With that he turned around and left in a hurry his robes billowing behind him, not even bothering to glance back at your broken form. He knew he shattered you, his words pierced through your heart, he could’ve used an Unforgivable Curse on you and it would have been kinder than this. Yoongi tried his hardest to not break down in front of you but as soon as he turned the corner and was out of your sight he crumpled to the ground, his silent sobs a mirror of your echoing ones.

He didn’t know how long he’d stayed there, he didn’t know when his legs carried him to the bathroom that Moaning Myrtle normally did the rounds in, yet he wasn’t disturbed by anyone. He didn’t even notice you entering and trying to talk to him again, all he could hear was the yells of his father, the abuse he suffered because of what he was, all to the soundtrack of his own sobs. He could feel his body begging him to stop, to stop crying himself to exhaustion. When he eventually calmed down he found himself unable to move, and you were nowhere to be seen. His body stiff from sitting in one position for so long, his head pounding with the effort of crying, he felt empty. Helpless. He didn’t know where to go from there, aware it was late he willed himself to move. He knew he needed to return to the dungeons, it would be around this time that Jimin would start his rounds as Prefect and he didn’t want to risk getting points taken away from them if anyone else but Jimin found him loitering in the corridors. Though, that wouldn’t be unlike him, a disappointment to his house.

Luckily for him, the way to the Common Room was deserted. Before entering, the growl coming from his empty stomach reminded him he missed dinner and so at the last minute he took a detour towards the kitchens, hoping that one of the Elves could make him something to eat. Standing in front of the painting he tickled the pear. Entering the kitchens he greeted the House Elves but to his surprise, he found himself staring at Jimin. Muttering his name Yoongi went to turn around and leave, the sight of his friend a painful reminder of what happened a few hours prior. “Yoongi, wait.” Jimin’s voice sounded stern and by habit, Yoongi stopped dead in his tracks. He didn’t want to face his friend, the friend who always thought he was something he wasn’t, something he could never be, and something that Jimin valued above anything else. The thought of you crossed his mind and he closed his eyes tightly in grief. How could he dare face the cousin of the person he’s hurt the most?

“Jimin.” He couldn’t say anymore than that, his feelings clear in his voice. He felt angry, he felt ashamed, he felt like a fraud. No one said a word, the hustle and bustle of the House Elves the only noise that could be heard around them. Finally, Jimin sighed as he sat back down, motioning for Yoongi to join him. Yoongi hesitated, he shouldn’t. He didn’t know what Jimin would do now that he knew his friend wasn’t what he said. “Please sit or I'll have to report you to the Headboy for being out this late.” Yoongi narrowed his eyes. He wouldn’t put it past Jimin to do such a thing so he complied, and sat down further away. Once again Jimin sighed,”look, I won’t discuss what happened today unless you wish to.” Yoongi’s eyes widened, unable to believe what he was hearing. It was so unlike Jimin to make a pass at someone in such a way.

“Then why am I sitting here?” Yoongi bit back, too exhausted to lash out at Jimin, even though that is all he wanted to do. “Because you are my friend.” Yoongi couldn’t help but scoff at Jimin’s words, “Yes, you are my friend Yoongi, nothing can change that, especially since you are in love with my cousin.” Yoongi froze, he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. His brain was yelling at him to deny it, how could he love you, when all he’s done was hurt you, yet his heart wholeheartedly agreed with Jimin. Confused by his own feelings, he didn’t say anything while waiting for Jimin to continue. Seeing that his friend was not going to react to his words Jimin sighed and continued. “Look, I knew who you were, I've known since 4th year.” Yoongi snapped his head round to look at Jimin, his eyes wide in surprise. “You...knew? Why then...?” he whispered and Jimin nodded. “Yes, I knew. Why, then, did I not say anything or why have I stayed your friend?” Yoongi nodded at the latter, he wanted answers for both of those questions but he would take whatever Jimin would give him. Jimin sighed once more, he never realised how broken his friend actually was, and it broke his heart to see it. “Because no matter what, you are who you are, not what your blood status is. Yes, there is prejudice, and I apologise if I've ever made you feel like I would shun you because of this, but I frankly don’t care. My family does, but I don't care what they do either.” Yoongi couldn’t help but laugh, relief washing over him. Jimin didn’t care. It felt as if a rock had been lifted off his chest. Jimin smiled grimly, “I will fight until the end with them if it means I get to live the life I want.” Yoongi nodded in understanding. “Is this about Sunny?” Jimin hummed in agreement. “I will tell my parents after graduation.” Yoongi shuddered, he knew where this was going, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to refuse. “I will consider.” He said and got up to leave; suddenly he wasn’t hungry anymore.

“That is all I am asking of you.” Yoongi smiled grimly at Jimin but didn’t reply. Jimin continued, “And Yoongi, what I just said about not caring what you are? I know Red doesn’t either. So please consider that too.” Yoongi left without uttering another word, his heart pounding in his chest.

The sight of the looming manor made Yoongi stop dead in his tracks, his blood ran cold and he fought the instinct to Disapparate back to his home. He was here for Jimin’s sake, he needed to be there for his friend so with a sigh he dejectedly made his way towards the entrance. With the last bit of his strength he prepared himself to knock, only to be startled when the door opened for him as soon as he raised his hand towards the knocker. Confused, he took a cautious step inside, expecting someone to yell at him for trespassing. When only silence greeted him, he glanced around, taking in the intimidating vastness of the corridor. The mahogany theme of the door continued inside, the tall ceiling supported by wooden beams displaying various carvings. Yoongi took his time observing the paintings displayed above his head, the intricacy and detail told him they were an expensive artifact. Taking a few more hesitant steps, he came face to face with a grand mirror, its frame made out of solid gold and Yoongi couldn’t help but huff at the thought of a Slytherin owning something else apart from silver. But then again, Jimin has never been your usual Slytherin. Before he could wonder further into the house, his ears picked up a murmur carrying over from the right hand side.

Determined to not make himself appear like a muggle, he took a deep breath in and with a determined stance, straightening his back he prepared himself to fully enter enemy territory. He was a lithe person, normally living in the shadows, he was used to not making a sound as he walked. Sometimes that would be a blessing and sometimes it would be a curse. As he approached the location where the voices were coming from he decided it was the former rather than the latter. Turning the corner, his heart stopped for a second. With her back towards him, in full dark green robes, bent over, whispering cautiously to a house elf, stood Red. He hadn’t seen you since that last argument, the two of you making it clear you wanted nothing to do with each other. You played this avoidance game throughout to the end of the year, it wasn’t hard to do so.

With your N.E.W.Ts around the corner, you both got stuck studying for your respective classes. Fortunately for him, aside from Potions and Defence Against the Dark Arts you two didn’t share any other classes together. So for the rest of the year, you two didn’t have any unnecessary meetings. At first, Yoongi felt relieved, the way he treated you at that time was a painful memory, not having the chance to face you about it eased his mind. He wasn’t wrong when he told you during your dance at the Yule Ball that he was going to hurt you, you adamantly refused to believe him. That night in the corridor when he degraded your status as a pureblood with all the hatred he could muster, he saw the heartbreak in your eyes. At the time, he couldn’t care less, the painful memories of his childhood completely blinding him, the shame hit him a few hours later when he talked to your cousin. “She has the right to love whomever she wants, what she doesn’t have is a choice to have whomever she wants. Yet, she’s fighting for that choice, and her choice is you. She couldn’t have found a better cause to fight for.”

Those words stayed in his heart until the end of the year, he didn’t know how or when, but he’s slowly come to terms with his feelings. He suspected his talk with Jin about it also helped. Jin, who came to apologise about the situation he put Yoongi through, however, contrary to his first reaction, Yoongi was quick to assure him it didn’t matter. People were bound to find out regardless, it wasn’t as if the situation ended up that way due to Jin’s malicious intent. The discussion with Jin made him realise that people haven’t treated him differently. He’s managed to make friends during these years at Hogwarts, and the friends he’s made liked him for himself, not his status in society. The only people who may have had a real issue with it were the first people to find out, the people who accepted him without a doubt.

At the sight of you, crouched to the House Elf’s level whispering instructions, his gaze softened. You were one of those people, and yet, he treated you horribly. As a Slytherin pureblood you had your faults, pride being one of them, but you’ve never treated anyone differently based on their blood status. You tended to stay away from what would be deemed as ‘impure blood’ but that wasn’t a choice, the rivalries and prejudice between Houses made it difficult to overcome that. Suddenly his ears picked his name out from the conversation and he took a step back, assuring that he was hidden from view.

“Make sure Yoongi doesn’t realise, ok? Honestly, how can he Disapparate in front of the Manor and come knock like a muggle?” Yoongi’s heart clenched at your words, maybe he was wrong, maybe you did avoid him on purpose. Before his thoughts could take over his actions, you carried on, “this family would not only suspect him, but go to the depths of looking into his family history. Make sure no one realises he didn’t Floo himself here, Harvey.” Yoongi unknowingly took a few steps closer to you, his body now in full view. Straightening up, you turned to leave the room when you caught sight of Yoongi’s frozen form.

Your surprised expression instantly turned cold, as you nodded at him in acknowledgement. “Yoongi.” Said man couldn’t find his words to greet you, the discrepancy between your cold words to him and what he’s heard earlier making his head spin. Your face may have been stony cold, but your heart bled for him. You’d missed him- playing the avoidance game had been the hardest thing you’d ever had to do. Seeing him now, looking fresher and healthier than he was the last time you saw him, hurt. Because you knew that it was you who’d managed to bring him to despair. You may have done it subconsciously, or maybe you weren’t even a part of it, but the guilt gnawed at your inside nonetheless. Your world was not healthy for him. You knew that. You shouldn’t have even thought about bringing him into it, this wasn’t a fairytale, and it would never be. You needed to let him go. Defeated, you prepared yourself to leave. But just like Jimin had stopped him that night in the kitchens, Yoongi decided that it was time to stop being a coward. He needed to face his demons, and most importantly he needed to make sure you never left his side again.

“Y/N.” The tone of his voice made you stop abruptly, your eyes widened in panic. This was not meant to happen, you weren’t ready to face him on your own just yet. Putting on the most cordial face you could, you nodded at him in acknowledgment. “Yoongi. How have you been?” He hated it- hated this politeness towards him. Where was the woman who put him in his place more than once? Where was the woman whose pride meant she had to have the last word. “I-Fine.” He was so caught off guard by your behaviour that he found the words he’d prepared stuck in his throat.

Staring at him for a second longer, you nodded. “Well-“ Yoongi knew what you were going to say so with a last surge of courage he plunged. “I love you.” You froze, your brain trying to wrap itself around the confession that Yoongi just hurtled at you. “What?” You whispered, you needed to make sure you heard it correctly. Yoongi took a deep breath in, the cat was already out of the bag, and he would be as truthful with you as he could without drinking any Veritaserum. “I love you, I may not be the best for you, by Merlin, I am not even a possibility for you, but I wanted to let you know. I’ve run away too much, and you were right, I’ve been a coward. But if I want to stand any chance against your family, I need to stop hiding behind my hatred and cowardice.” His words were said with such conviction they brought tears to your eyes. Unknowingly, your feet carried you closer and closer to him, until you broke off into a run, not caring about how unladylike you may have looked. You threw yourself into his arms making him stumble. “I love you.” You whispered into his shirt, the tears flowing down your cheeks washing away the pain you’ve garnered in your heart. There was nothing else exchanged, there was no need to. You both knew how you felt, you both knew the other knew how you felt. You were both aware it will be a tough ride for the both of you, but your hearts were mending and that was all that mattered.

“What about the French bastard?” Yoongi broke out of your hold and looked at you in confusion. “What about him?” Your eyes are twinkling like the night stars, and Yoongi swore he saw galaxies in your smile. “My parents don’t want a son in law who ditches their daughter at a ball.” You chuckled as Yoongi’s eyes widened. “Plus,” you grabbed his hand and led him out of the drawing room towards a grandiose, intricately carved door. Behind it, Yoongi could hear murmurs and he assumed that is where the party was being held. “Jimin can be very convincing when he wants to.” You winked at him playfully.

“Let's hope he’s more than willing to be convincing today too.” Yoongi smirked and he looked at you. “You ready?” At your nod, you both waved your hands whispering Alohomora and watched with your hearts in your throat as the door opened. It was now or never.

As Jimin announced his relationship to Sunny, your hand gripped Yoongi’s subconsciously. Your heart threatened to beat out of your chest in fear. Fear for Jimin and his relationship, but most importantly, fear for yourself and your own chances at a happy relationship with Yoongi. You glanced at said man, he looked terrified as if he was the one under scrutiny, you could notice his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed. The silence in the room felt heavy and you turned your attention towards your parents. You knew it was selfish, it was Jimin you should be worried about and yet, all you could think of was the man next to you. The man who managed to brave this manor, and these purebloods despite his adversity to them. All for your cousin. You could see the tick in your parent’s jaw, you could see the tension between Jimin and his father, so thick you could cut it with a knife. No one dared to say anything for a while, and just like that, with the sounds of a platter dropping to the floor the tension was broken like a spell. Everyone’s heads turned towards the source of the noise. There in the middle of the fireplace, stood the fashionably late Taehyung, having Floo’d in straight into a House Elf serving a platter of wine. “My apologies for the lateness!” He exclaimed as he took in the mess he’s managed to create. With a wave of his hand he mumbled “Reverte” under his breath, not giving the House Elf another look as he made his way in between Jimin and his father. “Mr. Park, lovely to see you.” He bows his head in respect, not giving Jimin’s father any time to react, Taehyung turns quickly towards Jimin. “Jimin, you are needed in the Auror Office today as soon as possible.”

If you wouldn’t have known those two rascals from a very young age you would’ve thought it a coincidence, a bloody godsend, but because you have been around them since diapers you didn’t miss the slight turn at the corner of Taehyung’s mouth, or the way Jimin subtly nodded at him. They have planned this from the beginning, and with a small relieved laugh you acknowledge Tae’s greeting with a wave of your hand.

“They planned this all along didn’t they?” Yoongi’s whisper in your ears makes you shudder. Still chuckling to yourself you nod, “of course they did, it’s the double trouble of Hogwarts, well I should say the Auror’s Office now shouldn’t I?” Turning towards him, you don’t miss the amused glint in his eyes. You barely notice the commotion of the party carrying on around you, your fingers intertwined with Yoongi’s, your gazes locked and silly smiles on your faces. If Jimin could do this and get through it, then so could you. You weren’t going to let Outdated Park beat you at that too.

“We will be fine.” You said determinately, a surge of courage and hopefulness running through you. Chuckling at your expression, Yoongi nodded.

“Yes we will, Red, yes we will.” You could get through this, especially if it was with Yoongi by your side, it was all worth it.

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Lakota: Ch 1

yoongi x jungkook (yoonkook) 3-chaptered fic

Prompts used:

The stars have been watching you your whole life, as you laughed and cried, loved and suffered. Today, you’re finally going to do something that none of them can bear to watch. They blink out, the whole night sky turning dark, just as you’re about to do it

When I was younger, I liked to think that at night, there were creatures that came from the stars to walk around on earth, watching over the people while they slept. You suddenly awake and find one standing in your garden.

It’s 3 am. An official phone alert wakes you up. It says “do not look at the moon.” You have hundreds of notifications. Hundreds of random numbers are sending “it’s a beautiful night tonight. Look outside.”

Word Count: 15.5K+ 

Chapter 1: Ego

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The garden was empty. The starboy stood alone, waiting….

The night’s presence was unpredictable. Some were scared of the suspicious dark whilst others anticipated night to fall in order to leave their homes and bask in the nightlife. Yoongi was the latter, always preferring night to day, always staying up past dusk into the late hours just before dawn. To him, night meant quiet. Night was peace. Night held the stars and the stars held him.

The first time Yoongi met the boy was when he was young, about nine-years-old at the time. Yoongi had a nightmare that spurred his body to automatically wake up and set his mind into a frenzy. He couldn’t go back to sleep no matter how hard he tried. His entire being was now awake. Young Yoongi chose to glance out his window, deciding the best way to lull himself back to sleep was through his favorite pastime activity: stargazing.

His mother always said Yoongi was born amongst the stars and that’s why he had such a desire for night. Yoongi always went along with it, teasing that that was the reason why his skin was so pale and alight — because he was a star meant to be in the nighttime sky. His mother would always smile and joke back that the sun was his mortal enemy. 

Yoongi felt connected to the night, the stars, the moon. He wished for people to be awake at night instead of the day because it was so much more beautiful and serene. His bedroom window overlooked their garden, a pond located in the center that always acted as a mirror to the sky that held the abundance of stars in its reflection. However, that night was different from before. Instead of the serene sight Yoongi was used to seeing, there was a boy reflected in the pond’s depth. Yoongi was awestruck as he watched on, the boy’s ringed fingers gliding over the top of the water, barely creating ripples as he seemed to admire the glass-like reflection as well. Finally, the boy’s eyes snapped up and Yoongi felt all the air leave his chest in one breath, accidentally fogging his windowpane and therefore his line of vision. By the time he smudged away the remnants, the boy was long gone, a single ripple in the pond echoing to the edge of the bank was the only indicator that Yoongi wasn’t hallucinating the whole ordeal. 

The boy would return though, every night thereafter to be exact. And Yoongi would always wait for him, despite the boy insisting that it was breaking rules and shouldn’t be allowed (although every time Yoongi asked exactly what rules were they breaking, the other boy never knew the definitive answer). After about a week of stargazing in silence with one another, the boy offered one simple word: “Jeongguk”. That was enough for Yoongi to accept.

After that, Yoongi began sneaking Jeongguk food from whatever he could find in his pantry without waking his mother up. Jeongguk always nodded in thanks and the two boys ate in silence while watching the nighttime sky. More weeks went by before Jeongguk started pointing out constellations that Yoongi had already studied and was well-versed in, but regardless, he still listened diligently to the young boy with his brown-and-blue-hued hair and his slightly protruding front teeth. When Yoongi finally worked up the courage to ask the boy where he came from, the latter appeared to shut down and only measly pointed to the starry sky. Yoongi was confused but didn’t question him any further; something in his gut told him that Jeongguk was being honest in some way.

Eventually, the boys began talking more once they grew comfortable with each other’s presence, they even began playing games during their late hours spent together: tag, hide-and-seek, even UNO. Jeongguk was always better at the games and despite Yoongi’s constant complaints, he always enjoyed the way the other boy’s eyes would fiercely light up; it reminded him of the stars he liked to look at so much.

~

“Yoongi, where do you think you’re going with a slice of bread?” 

“I… I’m gonna go feed the ducks in the garden?” Yoongi stuttered. His heart was racing, not expecting to be caught dead in his tracks by his mother at midnight. Is Jeongguk going to think I bailed on him? What if he leaves?

“Is that so? What about the missing chocolate animal crackers that have been disappearing for the past couple days? Are you feeding the ducks that?” His mother questions, an eyebrow raised, arms crossed.

“No, no! Of course not! Sometimes I get hungry myself! I need a snack for myself! It’s a win-win, Mom! The ducks get fed and I get fed. Who doesn’t like that?” Yoongi expresses, the piece of bread in his hand going soggy from how sweaty and clammy his palms are. Jeongguk is waiting for me. He’s probably hungry….

“Min Yoongi, come here,” she beckons and waits for Yoongi to oblige before continuing, “Honey, is this the reason why you’ve been sleeping in school? I’m getting really concerned about you. It’s starting to affect your grades, Yoon.”

Oh no, not the guilt. Anything but the guilt. Yoongi can’t stand the look on his mother’s face. It leaves him completely devastated.

“Yoongi, baby, look at me,” she tilts Yoongi’s face up to look at her. Tears are already swelling in Yoongi’s eyes. He can’t handle his mother’s disappointment. “Now, why are you crying?”

Yoongi can’t explain himself, the tears coming down in puddles and rivers. He can’t stop himself no matter how tight his mother hugs him or how rapidly she wipes them away, they just keep coming like a dam that’s been burst. He’s full-on sobbing within a few moments and his mother picks him up and cradles him, shushing him and gently scratching his back. A light melody brushes past her lips as she whispers a song that Yoongi is all too familiar with. It’s their favorite and they both know every single lyric. It instantly eases and silences Yoongi. His mother begins strolling to her room, Yoongi still in her arms, and soft lyrics still on her tongue. That night, Yoongi falls asleep in his mom’s bed, listening to her gentle voice, and a piece of soggy bread still clutched in his small fingers.

~

“Jeongguk, I’m really sorry for last night.” Yoongi apologizes, eyes averted down to where Jeongguk is circling his finger in the water of the pond.

“S’kay.” He curtly replies, still focused on his minuscule movements.

“Are you mad at me?”

“No,” Jeongguk replies, finally glancing at the other boy. “I can’t expect you to meet me every night. That’s asking for too much. You need your sleep, Yoongi.”

“You sound like my mother.”

Jeongguk smiles. Yoongi takes the opportunity to pass him a slice of bread (a new and fresh piece, not the one from last night) to which Jeongguk smiles even further, bunny teeth making a brief entrance. The boys spend the rest of the night in quiet bliss, just simply enjoying being around the other.

~

As Yoongi grows older, he begins to enjoy the night for different reasons. He discovers places that glow like a personalized rainbow, filled with people similar to him, that play music that Yoongi can sway his body too. It’s intense and fun and Yoongi feels intoxicated every time he steps through the nightclub’s doors, addicted to the way his heart leaps out of his chest and his eardrums pop with the rippling bass that he feels all the way down to his toes. He loves the atmosphere. He loves the people that always stare and he loves it even more when they approach, their rosy lips desperate to formulate and enunciate the syllables of just his name, and their fingertips that ghost over every part of his body in just the right way to make goosebumps form along the base of his neck. He loves it when they’re confident and arrogant and hungry to get his attention because the best way to get his attention is through his liquor intake. When Yoongi gets his free drink and sits back, thighs spread to invite this stranger — who, of course, may have potentially sore feet or legs (Yoongi is doing them a favor) — to have a seat, he receives even more attention. Yoongi discovers things about himself whilst tucked away in the dark corner of the nightclub. Yoongi can’t get enough of it all. The night is one of pleasure, fun, secrets, attention.

Yoongi always begs Jeongguk to come along. But the other boy always declines, opting to sit by the pond and eat snacks in silence. He’s taller and more fit than Yoongi now; however, he still acts the same as when they were nine. Yoongi isn’t sure how he feels about the development.

Some nights, all Yoongi wants is the harmonious peace that Jeongguk offers. Other nights, he just wants an escape; he craves something loud and energetic, a fun distraction that’s away from rules and feelings. Nights that are away from Jeongguk.

~

Yoongi realized earlier on that he had developed feelings for the quiet boy who held the galaxy in his eyes and an appetite that could put an entire animal farm to shame. Yoongi fell helplessly into his cute antics, competitive nature, his peace, his calm, his serene. Jeongguk was everything that Yoongi wasn’t. Jeongguk was warm and safe. Yoongi was cold and gaudy. Jeongguk was the quiet ripple of a pond and Yoongi was the blaring bass of the nightclub. Jeongguk was the soft pastel that filled your home and Yoongi was the striking chrome that blinded you.

It was only a matter of time before things spiraled.

His grades and sleep went to shit. He lost connection with himself. He destroyed himself, shattered every bone that supported him, burst every vein that led to his heart, and crushed the skull that kept his mind afloat. Yoongi lost himself within the maze of his own and he couldn’t find the way out. 

How do you fall for a temporary person? 

Yoongi needed permanent, stable, steady. He began believing that temporary was the only thing he deserved so he found a way to make it permanent. People come and go, temporary, but the attention always remained on him, permanent. If he was nothing then at least for a few moments to someone he was something worth seeking. He was someone worth approaching and getting involved with. He had potential for permanent despite the circumstances of temporary. And eventually, when the first one left with not only their presence but their attention, temporary, the next one would come and offer up their services to him, permanent.

Yoongi lost touch with not only the world around him but the universe within himself.

“Yoongi, we need to talk.” His mother’s tone was soft, gentle, kind. It made Yoongi feel absolutely sick.

Yoongi didn’t want anything to do with the sickly sweet that spilled into his bloodstream and threatened to poison him. “I can’t right now, I gotta—“

“Now.” His mother’s voice had an edge to it now, the paper clutch between her fingers getting crushed slightly from her tight grasp. Yoongi knew exactly what that paper was-- the school’s attempt to inform his mother how much of an academic failure he was.

There was no fighting, no arguing. It was straight to the point and Yoongi found himself actually desperate for a command. It meant he didn’t have to think for himself. It meant he didn’t have to think at all.

“Yoongi, what’s going on? Your grades are in the gutter. You look like a walking corpse. What’s going on?” Her voice was wavering throughout her questions, eyes trained solely on her son who twitched under her stare.

“Mom, it’s nothing—“ he started.

“Bullshit! Don’t you dare try to lie to me now, Min Yoongi. What do you need?”

What do I need? I need to go away.

“Mom, seriously, it’s nothing. You know how it is, typical teenager things. We’re emotional. It’s nothing I can’t handle on my own.” Yoongi’s composure was cool, stiff, as if he’d rehearsed this a million times.

“Yoongi,” his mother kneeled in front of his sitting form now, head on his lap and tears running down her face. Yoongi was stuck to his place, eyes glued to the precious being in front of him that was in pain because of him. She was in pain because he was in pain. Yoongi’s hands shook as he attempted to lift her back up, to fall to his knees and beg for forgiveness for making the person he loved the most upset.

She refused and remained in her position. She repeated herself, “Yoongi…. Yoongi, my baby, what’s happening? You're not the person I know you are. What happened to my Yoon? Where’s my precious starboy? The boy who had excitement in his eyes and enjoyed the world around him, where is he? Why is there a hollow shell sitting in front of me? What's going on, Yoon? I’m here to help and guide you but I can’t even find you anymore.” By the end, his mother was sobbing and his jeans were soaked and his hands and pupils shook from shock.

“Mama…. mama, I’m so sorry.”

~

Yoongi stopped visiting Jeongguk for a while. His mother always consoled him during the night, making sure to keep an eye on her son so he didn’t leave the house in the darkest hours. He was finally able to catch up on sleep, he began caring about school again; however, none of that really mattered to Yoongi. There was still something missing. A part of him was gone and he felt confined, trapped, suffocated. He was still a walking shell, as his mother described. He was yet to be Min Yoongi — whatever the hell that meant.

Yoongi missed the drunk and the high, missed the nightclub and the attention, missed the serene and Jeongguk. Yoongi missed who he was. No matter how badly he wished to go back, he couldn’t. That Yoongi was just a naive child who didn’t know any better. Yoongi is old enough now to understand pain and loneliness. He feels tainted.

It wasn’t long before his night escapades began again. It was the only thing that made him feel alive throughout his stages of numb. Some nights he would go out to the town and find temporary fun, other times he would lay side-by-side with the boy who’s plagued him every night, whether physically or mentally in his dreams. Jeongguk’s eyes gave away his concern but he never prodded Yoongi to open up, always waiting until Yoongi was willing to admit what was happening in his life. Jeongguk would listen with his full attention and Yoongi soaked up every minute that Jeongguk’s focus was solely on him. 

Yoongi’s feelings for the other boy kept expanding and he found himself going out less and less and becoming more accustomed to meeting Jeongguk every night, much like how he used to when they were younger. Back then, Yoongi was able to stay awake much longer but now he’s constantly tired and has to physically force himself to keep his eyes open with the younger-looking boy. He eventually fails though, every single time, with his eyes and mind drifting in the quiet serenity that Jeongguk always brings with him.

His mother wakes him up every morning from the garden, eyes no longer filled with concern but with humor and delight. 

“You look happier now.” She comments soon after it becomes a regular occurrence.

Yoongi can only smile as he shoves another spoonful of cereal into his mouth.

“I don’t know what changed and I’m not going to persist if you don’t wanna talk about it but,” she trails off, deliberately being considerate of her choice of words. “I’m happy to see that shine in your eyes again. I know it’s not entirely the same but it’s a start. I’m really happy.”

“I’m getting happy again too, Mom.” 

“I know I said I’m not gonna pry but—“

“Mom! No!”

“Is it a special someone?”

Yoongi almost chokes on his cereal. He considers it for a brief moment, wondering if it’ll get him out of this embarrassingly awkward situation.

“Maybe.”

“Oh! I just knew it! Tell me about it!” She squeals in delight.

“He...I don’t know, Mom. He’s a star.” Yoongi blunty states, recalling what Jeongguk once told him when they were children.

“He’s an idol?”

“No! No he’s literally a star!”

“Wow, you must think really highly of this boy to compare him to a star.” She comments, eyes wide as a smile slowly creeps on the corners of her lips.

“No! Ugh!” Yoongi groans, feigning frustration at his mom obviously not taking him seriously. He isn’t actually upset though, a hidden smile crossing his face as well before he bursts into chuckles that soon turn into a fit. His mother joins in alongside him and when they’ve both settled down, they can’t stop sharing warm grins.

A few months later and Yoongi’s mother casually drops she was surprised that he was so open to admit to her that he was crushing on a boy.

“Why were you surprised?” He questions.

“I know it’s not a common sight or idea present at your school. Plus we’ve never really discussed anything regarding ‘sexuality’ so I know you don’t have a lot of exposure to it. To me, that means I did a pretty damn good job at making you feel safe enough to tell me right away without any hesitation. It’s a hard feeling to express, Yoon, but I’m glad it seemingly came easy to open up to me.” She admits openly, getting a little tongue-twisted in explaining her exact thoughts.

But Yoongi understands. He understands that it’s not always easy for kids to admit their attraction when it goes against the heteronormative standards that everyone is raised in. Yoongi doesn’t recall feeling scared or ashamed to tell his mom about his feelings but he’s not sure he’d feel comfortable admitting to it to some people at his school.

“You know, mom, I’m not gay,” Yoongi starts. “That label doesn’t feel quite right to me. I’m still figuring me out but thank you for being so understanding and loving… I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“You’re thanking me for being a decent parent who loves her child regardless of their sexual preferences…. there’s no need for that, you silly boy.” She breathily laughs, arms opening wide to encase Yoongi in a warm hug. “My sweet Yoon, I’ll love you regardless.”

Yoongi’s eyes get wet of their own accord and it isn’t long before he leaves dark spots on his mother’s sweater from his tears. Yoongi is lucky, he knows. There isn’t an adequate way to describe his feelings as anything other than warm, safe, loved.

Permanent.

“So… do you still have a crush on this boy?”

“Mom!”

-

That night, Yoongi is waiting out in the garden for Jeongguk. He wants to see the boy descend from wherever he comes from. He wonders if the whole “star” thing is bullshit but deep down he knows the answer already. An hour soon passes with Yoongi distracting himself by playing with the ripple of the pond. It’s only when he sees Jeongguk’s reflection in the water that he realizes he missed the boy’s grand entrance.

“Fuck!” He curses, agitated that he missed the ordeal.

Jeongguk smiles, probably confused about why Yoongi is already cursing. “You beat me here today. What’s the occasion?”

Yoongi feels heat flush his cheeks. “Does there need to be one? Maybe I just wanted to see you.”

Now it’s Jeongguk’s turn to blush, his mouth coming together in a small pout and his eyes expanding and dilating to the point Yoongi could mistake it for the clear pond. Jeongguk quickly sits down, hiding his face from Yoongi by turning his head to the ground and feigning interest in the grass.

They sit there for a while, both silent but content in being next to one another. Yoongi finds himself staring at the other boy in awe, always taken aback by how naturally pretty Jeongguk looks.

“You know, I came out to my mom today,” Yoongi starts. “She took it really well. I’m— I’m really happy right now.”

Jeongguk smiles. “I’m happy you’re happy. She seems wonderful.”

“She is.” Yoongi is cheesing right now, “You’d really like her, I think.”

“If she’s anything like you then I have no doubt I will.” Jeongguk admits, facing Yoongi before tucking his head back down.

Yoongi feels the heat spread to his cheeks once again but his grin only gets wider. He stares at the boy still, his hands shaking in his lap as he contemplates his next move. Finally, he decides to be bold. His hand snaps up to gently grab hold of Jeongguk’s face, wordlessly tilting it up so he’s forced to look directly at Yoongi.

Yoongi had to scoot closer in order to reach the other boy so now they sit in front of each other, legs touching, Yoongi’s hand gripping Jeongguk’s chin, and eyes never leaving the other’s. Yoongi’s pupils are moving as fast as they can to scan every inch of Jeongguk’s face while he’s this close. He counts every star in his eyes, keeps track of all the little moles sprinkled on his face, delicately rubs the scar on Jeongguk’s cheekbone with the pad of his thumb. He wants to remember every little detail about the boy he became so enamored with, the one he can’t get out of his head, the one he anticipates and expects every single night. Yoongi is used to bottling his feelings up or tucking them away into the dark recesses of his mind so he doesn’t have to deal with it; however, tonight is when the cork has been pulled, the glass bottle shattering, and with it, all his ignored feelings towards the boy from the stars.

Yoongi can’t look away, is scared too. He’s scared by his own emotions. Jeongguk doesn’t realize just how much power he holds over him, unknowingly has Yoongi wrapped around his pretty little finger. Yoongi can’t breathe. 

He wants to let go, to run away, but he’s frozen to his spot. He wants to climb in Jeongguk’s lap, throw his arms around his neck and mold himself to the boy, but once again, he’s frozen in place. 

Letting go feels too hard, too much, too burdensome, too final. Yoongi is sick of suppressing his emotions. He wants to feel it all, no matter how much it hurts. It’s why he doesn’t back down from Jeongguk’s stare.

Jeongguk keeps his stare, albeit his pupils wide in shock. “Yoongi….”

And that’s all it takes before Yoongi is pulling Jeongguk in closer to himself by his chin. He tugs him until their lips barely brush, waiting for the star to express his consent. A few beats pass, their breaths both ragged in anticipation as their mouths still don’t quite touch. Their eyes are both half-lidded but retain their eye contact. Yoongi is unsure how much time passes — could be seconds or an hour — but he loves seeing Jeongguk in this dazed state. He traces every curve of the younger boy with his eyes, keeps his fingers gently enclosed around his chin as he feels barely-there stubble, becomes intoxicated on the warm and shallow breath that leaves Jeongguk’s parted lips that are so damn close to meeting his own.

Finally, Jeongguk releases a low whine, long eyelashes meeting the plump swell of his soft cheeks as he closes his eyes and his arms clumsily wrap around Yoongi’s neck to pull him forward to finally finally finally connect their lips.

Yoongi groans, the anticipation leading to adrenaline rushing through his veins straight to his heart. His eyes close, his hearing filled with only that of his heartbeat which soon becomes white noise as he focuses so intently on the boy who’s been his safe haven for years now. The boy who held stars in his eyes and who was a direct descendant from the nighttime sky that protected Yoongi through his worst times. Yoongi’s lips are rougher than Jeongguk’s but the other doesn’t seem to mind as he presses even more into the older, just as desperate for this touch, this connection, this kiss. 

It starts with just a harsh press of mouths against one another, both boys just hopelessly wanting to feel the other. Jeongguk’s hands seek refuge in the raven strands of Yoongi’s hair, blunt fingernails scraping against his scalp. Yoongi groans, hot breath fanning Jeongguk’s mouth as he presses the younger down into the plush grass of the garden. His slim fingers grip onto Jeongguk’s hip bones, thumb slowly pressing circles into the upheaval of his body. Yoongi watches Jeongguk’s reactions, watches as the younger’s eyelids barely open and his lips pout, desperate and anticipating Yoongi.

Yoongi doesn’t give in right away, just continues admiring the boy beneath him. Jeongguk’s fingers are now entangled in Yoongi’s hair as he whines and begs. “Yoongi… Yoongi please. Please.”

The noise that rises from Yoongi’s throat is inhuman, as he listens to the pretty boy’s pleas. He can’t resist any longer.

His body bends forward, pressing warm open-mouthed kisses against Jeongguk’s throat, his teeth delicately hovering over his bobbing Adam’s apple. He finds his way to the spot just below his jaw, teeth finally digging into flesh as he bites and marks what is his. Jeongguk’s cries are pretty and addictive and Yoongi wants to hear more as he licks the wound and trails his pink tongue up to Jeongguk’s earlobe. There, his bites are gentler with more kisses intertwined in the mix. Jeongguk is moaning now, the gentle noise reverberates and echoes throughout Yoongi’s body as he presses their chests even closer together. 

“Yoongi—Yoongi. I—“ Jeongguk can’t even form sentences, just breathlessly begging Yoongi to kiss the spot he really wants. Yoongi smirks, wanting to tease him more but deciding against it as he’s also waited so long for this moment. His parted lips seek Jeongguk’s own, his upper lip now encased between Jeongguk’s soft and plush ones. They only stay like that for a few moments before Yoongi is turning his head in order to deepen their kiss, deepen their connection. His tongue gently traces Jeongguk’s bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth, teeth grazing it as he snaps it back in place. Jeongguk groans once more, his grip on Yoongi’s hair almost painful as he tugs the older boy impossibly closer to him. His legs have now opened to fit Yoongi comfortably between them and Yoongi can’t help but feel as if they were the perfect mold together. 

Their kiss continues, slick noises and gasps filling the space as their tongues intertwine and teeth occasionally clash as lips are tugged and sucked on. Yoongi feels eternal, permanent. He wishes this moment would never seize.

However, the night sky watches on as the two boys continue displaying their love in the company of the bright moon and twinkling stars.

Stars and mortals were not meant to fall in love.

—

The next night rolls around and Yoongi is desperate to see Jeongguk again, wanting nothing more than to reaffirm their feelings for one another as words escaped them the previous night. However, Jeongguk does not show up that night. Or the nights that follow. And neither the moon or stars make an appearance during that time as well.

—

Months have gone by since that fateful encounter where Yoongi and Jeongguk expressed their desire for one another in the inky depths of the night. The world has changed permanently after that night, the moon and stars ceased existing — as well as Jeongguk. He never came back. And Yoongi fell apart.

Everything he confided in, everything he trusted and loved was ripped away from him with no explanation. Everything he believed to be permanent was nothing more than temporary and his spirit broke when the golden beams that accompanied the night darkened. The serenity that Jeongguk brought disappeared indefinitely and Yoongi has long forgotten the feeling of peace. He can no longer quite remember how many stars were in Jeongguk’s eyes or how the scar on his cheekbone felt under the pad of his thumb. He can’t remember the warmth of Jeongguk’s mouth or how blue his hair was. Yoongi has forgotten, much like how he was forgotten.

He becomes numb once more and now his mother’s pleas no longer move his heart. He doesn’t feel guilt or sorrow at her dejected gaze as he continues cruising through the motions that is his temporary existence. 

He crawls back to the sanctuary of the nightclubs as they are the only lights in the dark night sky. There, he meets Jimin who comes closest to making any sort of spark ignite within Yoongi but it’s not enough to reclaim Yoongi’s broken heart. But, Jimin feels good pressed against him. He’s so warm and pretty that Yoongi can’t help but to keep his eyes fixated on him throughout the night. It doesn’t help that Jimin seems to be just as frequent of an attender as Yoongi. They both seem to find refuge in the dark corners of the nightclub, desperately seeking any sort of comfort throughout the unknown. As the world flips over twice due to the literal disappearance of the moon and all the stars that accompanied her, Jimin and Yoongi’s mouths mold together in order to find normalcy.

It becomes a common routine for the two of them to meet tucked away from the bright lights and chaos of the night, clinging to any form of warmth they can find within another body. They don’t speak much, only seeking physical intimacy as they escape each of their own heartbreak and ignore the outside world that seems to also be breaking. Yoongi can feel Jimin’s hurt through his kisses just as he’s sure the other can feel his own pain. They openly use each other and neither seem to mind as they each picture someone else standing in their place. Yoongi wishes it was Jeongguk’s collarbones he’s marked while Jimin imagines a man named ‘Taehyung’ that he’s sitting in the lap of; however, they both know their wishes are for naught.

So they continue to kiss. And it was easier to stay like that. It was easier to hide the lonely in a mask of affection. It was easier to kiss someone else than to crave it from the one their hearts desired. It was easier to pretend that their hearts didn’t belong elsewhere together than it was to face the truth of their abandoned love alone. 

Perhaps that is the true definition of heartbreak.

~

It’s been eight months since the moon vanished from the sky and on this particular night, Yoongi doesn’t feel like going out. Instead, he curls onto the window ledge as he looks out into the garden. The sky is entirely black, its inky depths looking endless and sending slight goosebumps down Yoongi’s body. He wonders if Jeongguk is somewhere out there in its vast expanse, wonders if he’s looking down upon Yoongi.

The television plays in the background, the news channel the last thing that was on. It’s become redundant and Yoongi can’t even be surprised by the stories as he listens to the reporters who have been covering similar cases throughout these eight months of empty night skies. 

Once people discovered that the moon and its twinkling stars had disappeared, it wasn’t long before mayhem spread throughout civilization. Some places were overrun by the people and anarchy spread. Regardless, chaos was evident anywhere you went as no one could explain the sudden change. Cults grew in size and took control in certain areas as they spread the idea of sacrifices to appease the supposed Moon God. What once started as a mere conspiracy theory to be ridiculed quickly spread to the masses the longer the moon failed to reveal itself. Yoongi’s area hadn’t been taken control of by these people but it didn’t mean there weren't people with this ideology present throughout his city. It was dangerous as they were willing to slaughter anyone in order to make the moon reappear — it’s why his mom was so against Yoongi going out anywhere at night and is what caused him to always sneak out in order to find solstice in Jimin at the nightclubs.

The reporters are discussing another murder that took place but Yoongi zones out, continuing his silent stare at the dim world. Gentle and familiar hands wrap around his shoulders as his mother sits beside him on the window ledge. She keeps her embrace around Yoongi tight, kissing the side of his head as he continues looking out.

“Hi baby.”

“Hi mom.”

“Thinking?” She asks, her head now falling onto Yoongi’s shoulder.

“Yeah,” he breathes out as his mother’s presence comforts and soothes his wandering mind.

“Bet it’s just as dark in there,” she lightly pokes him in the forehead, “as it is out there.” She jokes as she now motions to the black sky.

“Maybe just a bit,” Yoongi sadly smiles, his head now falling upon his mother’s as they sit in silence looking out into the abyss of the night.

His mother is the first to break the stillness. “It’s late, you know. Why don’t we go to bed? I’ll even allow you the privilege of sleeping with me like you did when you were younger.”

Yoongi chuckles, nodding slowly in agreement as he remembers the night he slept with his mother after getting caught sneaking Jeongguk a piece of bread. Jeongguk. The memory feels painful when Yoongi remembers that specific aspect of it. He misses Jeongguk. He wonders if Jeongguk misses him.

Yoongi shakes his head. He wouldn’t have disappeared without a trace if he truly missed him. No, instead Jeongguk gave the mere impression of being permanent until Yoongi was used to him before he ran away into temporary. With him, he took everything Yoongi once loved: the night, the moon, the stars. Yoongi hates him. He wonders if maybe he made Jeongguk up as a way to cope with his loneliness. He wonders if all things in his life are only temporary and if it will continue being that way.

His mother nudges him, waiting for him to get off the windowsill so they can go to sleep together in her room. She jostles him out of his reverie — Yoongi is quite thankful for that, not wanting to further spiral into the thoughts that’s consumed him for the last eight months — and follows her to her bedroom.

He feels young again as he lays down on the opposite side of his mom. Such a trivial act felt so comforting to him when he was a child, but now, he can’t seem to feel permanent in any facet of his life. He craves so desperately for things to go back to the way they were but he knows that is just him being wistful and naive. Maybe he was thinking like a child.

He imagines what will happen when the moon and stars return. Maybe they won’t ever. Maybe he won’t survive long enough to witness their return. Maybe he’ll be the next sacrificial lamb in that damned cult’s crazy plan—

“Yoon.” His mother’s word is stern as it is light. “You’re thinking a lot. You look like you’re gonna shit yourself when you think so intently and I swear to God if you shit on my clean bed I’ll—“

He smiles, tilting his head up to look at his mother as she is already beaming at him. He can only shake his head, playing with his fingers to distract himself. “We’re dealing with the apocalypse and you’re concerned about if your bed sheets are clean or not? Talk about not having your priorities in check.”

She snorts, pushing his head to the side as a gentle way to reprimand him. “Shut it. The world isn’t ending.”

Yoongi attempts to remove her palm from his cheek, except she is much stronger than she appears as he fails at his plan. “How are you so sure of that? Has this ever happened in your lifetime?”

Instead of the immediate ‘no’ that Yoongi was anticipating, his mom remains quiet. A few moments pass before she finally speaks, “Once. It wasn’t quite like this though.”

With her sudden change of thoughts, Yoongi is able to easily remove her grip from his face and he sits up, still holding onto her wrist as he waits for her to continue.

“Yoon… I haven’t ever really told you about my parents, did I?”

Yoongi shakes his head, his fingers subconsciously squeezing his mother’s wrist a bit tighter.

“Hm,” she hums, collecting her bearings as she thinks. “Well, it’s quite similar to our own living situation except instead of a single mom, I grew up with just my dad.”

“What happened with your mom?” Yoongi’s voice is quiet, curious about the answer.

“She had to leave.”

Yoongi is confused but doesn’t pry, just waits.

His mom continues, “She left shortly after giving birth to me. My dad always talked about that night as I grew up. The night she left was when the moon and the stars disappeared. But that time, it only happened for a night or two. Never eight months. But we survived then, so we’ll survive now.”

A few beats pass. Yoongi thinks. “Are you implying it disappears when someone important leaves us?”

“I didn’t say that. Did someone important leave you, Yoongi?”

His eyes widen, realizing his mistake, realizing he never mentioned that Jeongguk disappeared or that he even really existed to his mom before. But he’s been found out. So he comes clean. “Yeah. Yeah, he did…. Did you ever see your mom again?”

She shakes her head as a ‘no’. Yoongi feels his heart break just a little further.

It is when Yoongi is about to turn over to his side and let unconsciousness consume him when he hears her whisper. “The reason I know the world isn’t ending is because the stars are made to watch and guide us. Even if we can’t see them they haven’t abandoned us. They’re still watching over us.”

— 

Two more months have passed since the moon and stars have disappeared. The country is filled with cultists and Yoongi can’t even bring himself to care in the slightest, still desiring the warmth of another human being to hopefully bring him back down to reality.

He hasn’t thought about Jeongguk recently, only focusing on living day by day. He tries avoiding the news as well as getting killed in the streets. He doesn’t like being alone in his room at home so he escapes whenever he gets the chance to. Jimin is always quick to welcome him into his home, into his bed, into himself. Jimin is warmth and distraction and Yoongi craves him more and more.

-

He wakes up to his phone vibrating underneath the pillow. He groans, untangling his legs from Jimin’s and rolling out his stiff shoulder as he unlocks his phone to check who would be texting him so late at night. Jimin sleepily mutters, rolling over to face the window but continues dozing soundly. Yoongi grins at the sight of his puckered lips and squished cheeks before averting his attention back to his phone.

It’s littered with dozens upon dozens of messages — some from text, some from missing calls, others from news sites. Yoongi is confused as he quickly tries scanning the text from his too-bright screen. A headline instantly sticks out to him: “The Moon is Back!”

Yoongi feels his stomach drop.

He opens his Messages app, instantly flooded with texts from random numbers all telling him that the moon is back and he should look at it right away. He feels queasy as the messages continue coming in before he rapidly texts an old friend from school. 

Yoongi: Hoseok, have you heard about the news? Is it true? Is the moon really back? What’s going on?

He decides to read some of the articles while he waits.

The Moon is Back! We’ve all been desperately waiting for this day to arrive but is it as joyous a reunion as we all hoped?

...

Reports coming in from our field agents are all indicating that the sight of the blood moon is incredibly dangerous! We here at the station have been told to tell you all that you should NOT look at the moon. We repeat, do NOT look at the moon. It is imperative that you do not go outside; instead, close your blinds and stay far away from the windows until sunrise.

Yoongi gulps, his fingers visibly shaking as he continues holding his phone. He wants to know if it’s true. If the moon is really back. If the stars followed suit and are also glistening in the depths of the black sky he once loved. If Jeongguk has also returned.

It’s a subconscious plea, a masked question that Yoongi is desperate to figure out. Is he finally back?

But from the news reports, the moon doesn’t seem quite like it was before it disappeared. A blood moon? Yoongi feels hollow. He knows that his moon, his stars, his Jeongguk, have not returned, else this uneasy feeling wouldn’t be so prominent in his entire being. He was silly to have hope in the first place.

Hoseok doesn’t reply to his texts and Yoongi can’t shake the gut-feeling that’s telling him there’s something wrong. He quickly dresses, trying to remain as silent as possible so as not to disturb the peacefully ignorant Jimin. As he approaches the younger’s open blinds, he makes sure to avert his eyes to the ground so he doesn’t see the apparently dangerous moon. But even as he closes the blinds shut, Yoongi notices the reflection in the window pane. There, he sees it. Sees the blood-like red moon that is perfectly full as it sits comfortably in the jet sky. Sees not a single star or cloud beside it. 

What’s going on? Where’s the stars? Where’s my star? 

It looks menacing and Yoongi shudders the more he thinks about it. Something is definitely wrong.

Yoongi leaves Jimin’s place, popping the hood of his hoodie over his head and tilting his head down to focus on the ground and avoid the temptation of looking at the sky as he rushes back to his own home. Shortly into his departure, he hears it. Hears the hysteria and the mania and the panic and the bloodshed.

First, the sirens alert him. They start far into the distance and make Yoongi believe it is merely the ringing of his own ears but the sound cuts the distance quickly as if to mock him. They blare everywhere and all around him yet nowhere near him all at once. Yoongi can’t keep his bearings about him. Can’t distinguish the different tones of the sirens as there are too many each encasing on him. Is that a cop? Is it a fire? Is it the tornado or hurricane siren? What disaster is it trying to alert him of? They all pound at his eardrums in blaring rhythms that leave the boy all types of discombobulated. It is when the screams and the laughs and the shouts begin is when Yoongi forces himself to sprint.

Next, Yoongi can smell the fire, the smoke, the flesh. It penetrates his nose, forcing him to smack his hands to his face to try to shoo it away but it is too late. It has already burrowed far into his nostrils and made a home deep within the pits of Yoongi’s mind. He can't get rid of the stench as it consumes him fully and burns away at his nose until he is choking and gagging trying to rid him of the sense. He falls victim to it, especially as he passes a burning building. He can smell the brick as it burns, the thick coarse smoke as it suffocates him and seeks refuge within his lungs, desperately clawing at his lungs to make them as black as it is. But the smell of flesh burning is something that Yoongi can’t handle. He drops to his knees on the hard cement as he hurls and gags and vomits everything he had inside his stomach and then some. It’s too much. Especially paired with the screams of those that fall victim to the unrelenting flame. He hears them. He smells them. Yoongi is so fucking scared.

Every muscle within his body is screaming, aching, crying. He shakes with tremors that could be mistaken for an earthquake and the noises he produces as he tries getting everything that went inside him out: the smoke, the burning flesh, the sirens, the screams, the wails, the hysteria, the fear. He wants it all out, gone. Instead it has him in a chokehold and is easily dominating him. Yoongi can’t win. It hurts. He’s scared. He’s crying. And vomiting. It’s not stopping. What’s going on. Whatwhywhywhywhy. 

His vision is clouded by his tears as they cling and clump to his eyelashes and blind him. His nose is slick with tears and mucus and snot. It burns from the foul odors wafting all around him and it won’t dissipate no matter how hard Yoongi blows and covers it with his hoodie sleeves. His mouth is strewn with his spit, his vomit, his own blood. He doesn’t know how the copper ended up there but he’s sure he bit himself hard to bring him back to his senses. He feels so utterly helpless. Then, he hears them.

He hears the people he’s heard about on the news for the last ten months. 

The cultists who demand and seek out innocent blood in order to appease a fake god to falsely bring the moon back. But Yoongi knows that they are much much much worse now since the moon has returned. The moon that is soaked with all their spilt blood. 

He hears their deranged laughs, their sickly chuckles. Can practically imagine their heads coiling back and their tongues darting out of their slack jaws as they find joy in killing for sport. Monsters. He realizes that all the burning buildings, all the dead bodies laying in the street, all the sirens and the screams before him all stemmed from these fucking lunatics. Their wails echo around him. They’re so close. Yoongi is their next target. He needs to run. He needs to go.

Yoongi’s body moves on his own accord. He doesn’t feel in control of his own limbs, instead, the adrenaline acts as his trusty guide and his brain only focuses on the gruesome carnage that rests all around him. He steps on corpses and motionless blobs that were once living, breathing people. He wants to vomit again. He wants to hunch over and just scream and cry and puke and sob and blame this damned moon and stars for cursing him, cursing him into such damnation. Instead, he continues running as fast as he can to put as much distance between him and the wreckage. Despite not looking at the moon, Yoongi knows that the entirety of the sky is now red too.

His legs don’t quit no matter how much they ache and burn. Yoongi runs as fast as he can away from the city and into the hopeful shelter of his more isolated home. But as he approaches the quaint building, his heart plummets and the safety he so desperately sought is cruelly ripped away from him. In front of him, his home lays raw and bare and broken. The windows are all busted, leaving a glittering mound of broken glass everywhere. The front door is completely horizontal as it was ripped away from its hinges. There are missing chunks of bricks scattered about and Yoongi dreads approaching even closer to the scene. But there in the open doorway, he sees his worst nightmare come to fruition.

Yoongi no longer hesitates as he glides over the broken glass, too consumed with the sickly sight of deathly crimson staining the entryway of his beloved home to care about getting pricked by the sharp edges. He follows the trail of blood further into his house and his knees wobble and bend and shake and he quickly drops to them, having to forcibly crawl his way to the ending of the bloodied path.

His mother. His beautiful mother who was Yoongi’s only family, his only home, his only permanent now lays at the end of the trail and Yoongi is crying as he grabs hold of her barely-moving form.

“Yoon?” Her voice is weak and gravely and it takes her eyes too long to focus on Yoongi’s.

“Mama… mama what happened…? Please. Please, you'll be okay. You’ll be okay, okay? Don’t worry, mama, I’m here. I’m gonna fix you, okay? Please. Please, you’ll be okay.” Yoongi is a hysterical mantra, desperately attempting to console himself, probably more so than his mom.

She smiles. Yoongi hates the sight.

“Yoongi, I’m so glad you weren’t here.” Her hand cups his cheek and he feels ill at the sight of her azule veins. They shouldn’t be so prominent. Her skin is too pale.

He’s hiccuping, rocking their bodies together as the sobs continue to rack through his body in immense and violent waves.

“Hey, Yoon. Let me tell you a secret,” Yoongi is shaking his head, not wanting to hear anything. He doesn’t want to hear things that sound like a goodbye. He can’t. Nonetheless, his mother’s soft voice persists. “Way back when, when you told me about your crush, I knew what you meant. I know he’s a star. Wanna know why I know? Wanna know why I knew that the stars are meant to protect us?”

Yoongi’s all-types of muddled but he distinctly remembers the conversation his mother is referencing from a few years prior:

“Is it a special someone?”

“Maybe.”

“Oh! I just knew it! Tell me about it!” She squeals in delight.

“He...I don’t know, Mom. He’s a star.” Yoongi blunty states, recalling what Jeongguk once told him when they were children.

“He’s an idol?”

“No! No, he’s literally a star!”

“Wow, you must think really highly of this boy to compare him to a star.” She comments, eyes wide as a smile slowly creeps on the corners of her lips.

“No! Ugh!” 

He’s so confused. She knew that Jeongguk was an actual star? How?

Her smile only grows bigger. “Yoon… my sweet starboy, I didn’t tell you everything about my childhood but—“ she coughs, blood staining her lips and Yoongi is about to pick her up to take her to the first aid kit in the bathroom but his mother stops him. “My mother, too, was a star. She fell in love with my dad and that’s when I was born. She had to leave to go back to where she came from because apparently it’s forbidden for stars and humans to fall in love. That was when the moon and stars disappeared, sorta like how they’re doing now.”

He’s blank. He doesn’t know how to process her words. He’s stuttering and tripping over anything that attempts to form a coherent thought. A soft yet firm grip on his shoulder snaps him out of his reverie, his body tensing at the sudden contact.

His head swivels to look at the intruder but his mouth instantly dries and drops at the sight before him. Jeongguk stands before him, slightly crouched over to peer at his dying mother. The sight of the boy brings back every moment that Yoongi shared with him, playing like a slideshow before his very eyes: the night he first saw Jeongguk out his window when they were boys, sharing bread with Jeongguk, playing tag and Uno with Jeongguk, sleeping beside Jeongguk, opening up to Jeongguk, kissing Jeongguk. It all slaps Yoongi in the face and he feels the biting sting as all the memories come to the forefront of his mind after forgetting about Jeongguk.

“Is this the star you fell in love with?” His mother’s voice is much more frail, yet somehow sounds blissfully light and relaxed. Yoongi looks back down at her in his arms and his tears pool out even more. “It’s gonna be hard, Yoongi. I know baby, shhh, it’s going to be okay in the end. I know.” The smile never leaves her face, even as the light in her eyes fades out and her hand falls limp beside her body.

Yoongi wails and screams and sobs as he clutches her. The one person who remained permanent despite all his stupid bullshit. The one person who loved him unconditionally and provided for him in every way imaginable. She was home. Now she is gone. He squeezes her body tight, falsely hoping that just maybe if he squeezes hard enough she’ll come back together again. He knows his efforts are futile but he can’t help the attempt. She looks so peaceful and beautiful despite the bloodied marks littering her body and still dripping blood. His own hands are filled with the crimson liquid but he still clutches tightly to her limp body as he screams his sorrows into the maroon of the night. Jeongguk lingers behind him, allowing Yoongi to yell his throat raw as he wraps his own arms around Yoongi’s shoulders to consolidate and ground him.

So, Yoongi continues his wails well into the night, letting his body tire to the point he collapses on the spot.

He was never actually a starboy. It was his mother who was interconnected with the nighttime sky and it’s beautiful mirage of stars that decorated it. She was a product of an ill-fated love between those that are supposed to overlook and protect and those that admired them from a safe distance away on Earth. She was the first and only byproduct of star and mortal; the original stargirl. Her DNA was littered and interwoven with the galaxy and it was only right that her untimely death brought back the return of the night sky’s occupants. However, they were angry. They were angry at what they witnessed from their positions up above. Stars and mortals were not supposed to fall in love but the stargirl shared their same blood and genetic code. One of their own was murdered by the ones they were supposed to watch over.

Those reckless and inhumane humans that were so adamant for the moon to return that they were willing to cross an unthinkable boundary of spilling innocent blood were now the ones being killed for sport by the moon and all its stars. They sought revenge for the murder of the stargirl, sought the mortals’ blood that dared spill the blood of one of their own. The humans’ sacrifices to the moon were for naught because now the moon was punishing them by making them the sacrifices and using the stainage of their blood to color her red.

The blood moon was an act of revenge. It was to make the mortals mad with lunatacy in a salvageable attempt to have them atone for their crimes. Those that witnessed the moon in all its crimson glory were filled with the inexplicable urge to commit self destruction and thus paint her a deeper hue of vermilion.

The stargirl has died. One of their own has died. The first and only mortal star has died. And now Yoongi is the only one left with a mere fraction of stardust littering his veins.

~

Yoongi awakens groggily. Everything hurts and he just wants to roll over and go back to sleep. His eyes are swollen, his throat is raw, his legs ache from the soreness that spreads throughout the entirety of his body. His hand naturally reaches up to bristle the hair out of his face but the sight of scarlet has Yoongi halting his ministrations. That’s when the events of last night hit him at full force. 

He jolts awake then, physically flinching at the sight of his hands covered in his mother’s dried blood. He chokes and spittles but there’s no tears left in his system to release. His body shakes and it takes him a few minutes to be steady enough to stand from his bed. When did he get into his bed?

He stumbles but eventually makes it to the living area where the stain of blood still lingers but the body that caused it is nowhere to be found. He’s surely lost his mind. He wanders the empty and barren house, checking every room for Jeongguk or his mother. However, he finds neither. 

He calls and shouts for them, albeit reopening the wounds in his raw throat and causing a cascade of coppery liquid to flow in its wake. No one responds. The house is empty. He’s all alone. Yoongi feels so fucking lonely. Every step he takes around the beaten house echoes and creaks and it reminds him of how hollow he feels inside. He was hoping that last night had been nothing more than a nightmare or a fever dream or a cruel figment of his imagination but he knows that the emptiness he feels within is too real to be caused from a dream and the blood that still lingers on the floor is too prominent to be a hallucination.

There is no more blood moon, no more Jeongguk, no more of his mother, no more of his home. Yoongi is officially left all by himself. 

What now?

~

Eventually Yoongi calls Jimin, hoping for his safety after the night of the deadly blood moon. Fortunately, the younger one picks up and thanks Yoongi for closing his blinds but still scolds him for even daring to step foot outside.

“You’re lucky to be alive, you know?!”

Yoongi doesn’t feel lucky. He kinda wishes he wasn’t alive. Regardless, he doesn’t want to upset Jimin. “Yeah, I know.”

“I’m serious, Yoongi! Apparently if anyone looked at the moon they went all crazy — even more so than usual — and would just kill themselves. All Bird Box-esque. So many buildings burnt down because people just lit themselves on fire after they looked at it. It’s fucking crazy!”

“You’re lucky your own building didn’t burn down. God knows you would’ve probably just slept through it.”

Jimin laughs. Yoongi always did love the sound of the melody. He likes Jimin’s voice. Thinks it’s unique and special.

“You’re probably right. I was knocked out until dawn. Didn’t wake up for anything!” Jimin laughs once more.

Yoongi’s voice is very even compared to Jimin’s. He doesn’t feel well enough to express varying degrees of emotion despite the crazy circumstances. “Have you talked to Taehyung? Is he all good?” 

Jimin’s end goes silent for a few moments. “Yeah, he’s all good. How about you?”

“What?”

“You know, Min Yoongi, there’s a lot of things you don’t actually know about me—“ it reminds Yoongi of his mother’s last words. It hurts more. “But I’m an excellent people-reader. I can tell something happened. Is it Jeongguk? Or is it something else?”

Yoongi doesn’t answer. His breath hitches and he can already feel the onslaught of sobs about to wrack through his body again.

Jimin’s voice is hushed, comforting, warm. It is a voice that can be a home in itself. “Come, Yoongi. Please come over.” Despite the appearance of begging, Yoongi knows that the added ‘please’ is more for his own sake rather than Jimin’s. It is to make Yoongi feel like he is doing Jimin the favor instead of the other way around. Regardless, Yoongi accepts right away. He’s desperate to leave this cursed and empty household. He craves the warmth of another human being to empty his sorrows into.

~

A week passes by with no sighting of Jeongguk or his mother. Yoongi also hasn’t returned home since initially going to Jimin’s and luckily, the latter has yet to kick him out. There’s also been no more sightings of any moon or stars — the one night being it’s only appearance as it demanded retributions. According to the news that Yoongi has watched, it is exactly as Jimin explained in the phone call: looking at the moon made you lose your mind and kill yourself. Many people died throughout that night and a bunch of destruction also occurred. The government has been working on cleaning it all up but there is still the stain of blood covering the streets. Yoongi shudders.

Despite the single night of the deadly moon, the cultists are still present — though their numbers have dwindled significantly. Yoongi figured it was them that killed his mother that night before probably ‘offering’ themselves to their sacred and fake moon god. 

A nudge on his head snaps Yoongi out of his thoughts. He looks up to see Jimin already staring at him. Jimin. They’ve definitely grown closer over the course of these months and despite their constant cuddling and affection and kisses shared, Yoongi knows that there’s no romantic feelings that linger. Since the week he’s lived here, they both verbally agreed they were probably platonic soulmates who gave their hearts to another. Jimin loves Taehyung and Yoongi loves Jeongguk. They both are aware and agree. Yoongi loves having Jimin. He’s scared to lose him. Scared to lose something he’s beginning to see as permanent.

“Yoongi, don’t you think you should visit your home?” Jimin asks, gently stroking Yoongi’s hair.

“Aw, are you tired of me already? Kicking me out? Is this because Taehyung has been stopping by?” Yoongi pokes fun at the younger, pouting his lips in the cutest way he can muster.

Jimin chuckles, gently pressing a peck to his jotted out lips. “You know I don’t mind you here. Hell, you do the dishes and my laundry so I can’t complain but— but maybe you should try to find some closure. And the only way you can really do that is be there. I don’t want you there that long, it’s still too dangerous especially since your windows got smashed in and you would need to put the door back on the hinges and—“

“Jiminie,” Yoongi cuts off his rambling, interlocking their fingers. “I know. I know I need to. I’m just… really really terrified. I don’t wanna be alone.”

Jimin’s smile is small and sad. “Taehyung and I can come with you. Can probably help you clean the place up a bit but—“ he stops himself. His eyebrows are creased and his next words are uttered gently. “We would probably leave at night to give you your time and space.”

Yoongi doesn’t want that. He doesn’t wanna be alone at any point, let alone inside that wretched place. But he knows Jimin’s intentions are pure and he doesn’t want to intrude any further than he already has. He’s positive Jimin wants a night alone with Taehyung and doesn’t want a guest to bother them. It’s normal. Yoongi is rational. He knows. He also knows this would probably help him cope.

So despite all his doubts and fears, he nods his head along anyway. Thus the next day, he sits in the backseat of Taehyung’s car as they drive to Yoongi’s (destroyed) childhood home.

Taehyung and Jimin take the initiative to clean the carpet of the blood and they task Yoongi with sitting outside until he’s personally ready to step inside. Yoongi knows he will never be fully ready so he forces himself to at least work on reattaching the door to its original position on its hinges. Afterwards, he takes to boarding up the windows so no psychopaths can come inside. He easily loses himself in the work, wanting nothing more than to distract himself from his real purpose at being here. By doing so, the time goes by quickly and before he realizes it, the sun has set. In its wake is the familiarly empty black sky that Yoongi has grown accustomed to over the course of these ten long months.

Jimin and Taehyung give him lots of smiles and warm hugs and reassuring words and gentle forehead kisses before they get ready to depart. Yoongi isn’t ready to be alone. He’s scared. He doesn’t wanna be here. He hates this place. He hates the world. Why must he suffer through this—

“Hey! Look!” Taehyung, ever the observant one, points at the sky.

Jimin follows his lover’s gaze and his mouth drops open before transforming into the biggest grin Yoongi has ever seen on him. It makes his eyes crease shut. “Yoongi, look at the sky!”

Yoongi does. He doesn’t see anything.

His confusion must be evident as Taehyung delicately takes hold of his cheeks, tenderly forcing his gaze to face a certain direction. Yoongi’s breath hitches. He sees why Jimin is so love-struck over the other boy. Taehyung is easily the prettiest boy Yoongi has ever seen. He’s wondrous, analytical, observant, yet so incredibly expressive and in tune with his emotions. When he speaks, his voice is naturally deep and alluring, forcing you to listen to his every word. His hair falls in dark golden tufts and is so fluffy that Yoongi just wants to rub his cheeks against it. Taehyung also has such large and delicate hands that they make everything he holds appear small. He’s beautiful. And when he stands next to the shorter Jimin who’s pink hair stands out in the crowd and who has a voice that is higher-pitched and who also has such smaller and chubbier hands, they somehow look perfect together.

“Do you see it, Yoongi?” Taehyung’s rich voice sends a ghosting breath over the shell of Yoongi’s ear. Yoongi, who was obviously focused on the boy and not the conversation, can only blink. Taehyung chuckles and Jimin vibrates in excitement as he waits for Yoongi to understand.

Taehyung cups his jaw a little rougher now, more determined to get Yoongi to see whatever the hell it is they’re so adamant about. He points up, some distance away. “Squint. It’s pretty far in the distance, but you need to squint.”

Yoongi does as he’s told and then he’s finally hit with the realization of why they’re so excited. He rubs his eyes. There’s no way—

“Are those…? Are those stars?” 

Taehyung and Jimin nod excitedly at him, like little puppies.

“Only a small handful.” Taehyung answers.

“But it’s enough! This is a good sign!” Jimin chirps.

“I don’t know. Last time we saw space activity, it killed thousands of people.” Yoongi, ever the pessimist, sighs.

Jimin smacks the back of his head as Taehyung gives him a light noogie. “Ah! Yoongi! You need to have more positivity. Maybe they’re beginning to return!”

He shakes them off, still staring at the barely-there twinkling of the stars. He wonders….

Shortly thereafter, the couple leave him alone at his still-broken house. Yoongi stares at the home. He remembers once finding such joy in being home. He would run home from school, always excited for night to come so he could rush to the garden to meet Jeongguk—

The garden.

Yoongi almost forgot about the garden. He makes his way around the back to where his place of sanctuary used to lay, mostly using it as an excuse to avoid going inside the house of his mother’s murder for as long as he possibly could. 

The garden lay untouched, preserved in the exact manner that Yoongi recognized throughout the entirety of his life. The only noticeable difference is that the water of the pond held no reflection of the nighttime sky. Nevertheless, Yoongi found comfort in its rippling tide as he stared at his own reflection. He looked tired. He suspects that’s what growing up does to someone. No longer was he that naive young boy who didn’t understand mayhem and believed love was made up of nothing more than sweetness. He ruffles his hand in the water, thus botching and temporarily erasing his judgemental reflection. He stays like that for a while, tucked away in the quiet of the garden whilst hunched over in the serenity of the pond. He almost wonders if it’s an oasis, hidden from the harrowing and apocalyptic world of anarchy and violence. 

Yoongi’s eyes drift slightly in the pond’s reflection, noticing an enticing gleam. He can’t comprehend what it is he’s looking at until his earlier interaction with Taehyung and Jimin surfaces in his mind.

A star.

Yoongi is looking at the reflection of a single, lone star swimming in a sea of empty darkness. He can’t believe it, yet he refuses to blink in fear of it disappearing. He doesn’t even turn around to truly look at it in the sky, opting to watch its reflection in the water.

However, a familiar face soon comes into the pond’s surface. A face that Yoongi has forgotten in all the ten months it’s been away. A face Yoongi only merely glanced at a week ago behind a veil of his own tears.

“Jeongguk.” His voice is hoarse as it croaks the name out.

The boy sits beside him, reminiscent of their childhood antics. Except now, both boys have grown up and experienced a gruesome war. They’ve both changed. Neither can go back to who they once were. 

The two sit in silence for a long time, only looking at one another through their watery reflection of the pond’s surface in exchange for words. The quiet that once brought Yoongi peace, comfort, and warmth seems nothing more than a cruel and bitter visage now. 

The laugh that escapes him is hollow, dry, and forced. “What the fuck are you doing back here? Here to take more shit from me?”

Jeongguk’s eyebrow twitches. “I didn’t--”

“Bullshit! Fucking bullshit! Why would you do that? How could you do that to me?” Yoongi is crying again, his voice breaking every so often through his frustration.

Jeongguk grabs hold of him, gently shaking his shoulders to force Yoongi to look at him. But Yoongi is hurt and he can’t reason anymore.

“Why did you leave me?” He all but whispers, his soft tone needing to be carried by the wind in order to reach the other.

“Let me explain.” Jeongguk’s voice is calm, even, undisturbed. And it pisses Yoongi off to no end.

“Explain?! What the fuck is there to explain? You fucking left! You vanish off the face of the earth with no explanation for months!”

“Yoongi--”

“You took everything from me!” His shout is sudden as it reverberates into the ever abysmal night. He stands now, desperately wanting to look down at the boy who has caused him so much pain, so much heartache. He wants to at least once be the one on top, standing above his sorrows.

Jeongguk stares, his eyes widening slightly. Yoongi hates how small Jeongguk’s reaction is. He still feels small, still feels incapable. Why is he the only one upset? 

“As soon as I trust and confide in you with my truth, you fucking left! And you took the moon and stars with you. You took the only thing I considered stable and permanent and had it all disappear right alongside you. And if that isn’t bad enough,” Yoongi sucks in a gasp, desperately trying to stop his tears of frustration from falling. “You come back after ten months, not for me, but to take my dead mom away from me? What the fuck is that? Star, deity, otherwordly being, grim reaper -- whatever the fuck you are -- you had no right to take her away from me. You have no right to even be here now. You’re a fucking--”

Throughout Yoongi’s rant, Jeongguk had stood up with a fire in his eyes, his fists clenching in anger and finding refuge in the collar of Yoongi’s shirt. He balls the fabric tight between his inked fingers.

“Shut the fuck up!” Jeongguk’s teeth were bared, forehead muscles taut as he stared down at the shorter boy. He had inadvertently lifted Yoongi up off the ground in his anger. “Not everything is about you, Min Yoongi! I know you’ve gone through shit but you think I wanted to leave you? You think I wanted any of this? That last night before all this shit happened, did I ever once give you the impression I wanted to leave you? You don’t know jack shit of what happened to me and what I’ve been through because you’re so fucking blinded by your own damn sorrows. If you want to throw a fucking pity party for yourself then be my guest.”

Yoongi’s nostrils flare. Jeongguk’s once midnight blue hair seems red in his tinted vision. “And how am I supposed to know anything about you when you don’t tell me?! When you leave for months on end?! What am I supposed to think?”

“I was asking you to hear me out--”

“Why should I now? Why should I care what you went through? You left--”

“I didn’t want to!” Jeongguk, ever the stronger of the two, had now forced Yoongi to his knees. Yoongi felt like a damned ragdoll. His fingers tried prying Jeongguk’s own hands off his shirt to no avail. Why was he so weak? 

“Let go of me!” Yoongi knows he looks like a pathetic little kid. Sobbing and in hysterics as he resigns himself to his demeaning position on the ground at Jeongguk’s feet, the latter gazing down at his crippled and withered state. It’s always been like this, hasn’t it? Yoongi can’t remember much of the time when he was the stronger of the two. Can’t remember when exactly their roles reversed and he became so damn pathetic and weak.

“You humans are all the same! You are all so fucking focused on yourselves and refuse to see anything else. ‘Oh boohoo~ Oh woe is me~’ that’s all you can fucking say! You don’t know shit about anything that isn’t yourselves. Selfish! That’s what you all are. You’re entitled! You don’t know half of what the world around you consists of. You don’t know about struggles or beings that aren’t immediately in front of you. You’re selfish and short-sighted. You want everyone to stop what they’re doing for you to cry about your own problems but can’t even acknowledge the bigger picture.”

“Shut up! Shut up! Let go already!” Yoongi is flailing, one hand meekly trying to unclasp Jeongguk’s vise-like grip on his shirt and the other attempting to push his body away. 

Yoongi has never seen Jeongguk look so angry. He doesn’t like it. He doesn’t like this new Jeongguk who now knows rage and anger. He feels a sense of fear climbing up his nervous system as it leaves a trail of raised bumps all along his arms. 

Yoongi recounts the time in their youth when this garden was one of tranquility for each of them. When they could sit in silence and be happy in each other’s presence. When did they become so enraged at each other? Are they mad at one another? Or are they mad at the world around them? The world that put them in this position and brought nothing but sorrows into their lives.

Jeongguk’s rant eventually seizes and Yoongi belatedly realizes that the other boy also has tears streaming down his face. His grip on Yoongi loosens and his legs wobble until he also slowly descends to the ground in resignation. 

Selfish. Entitled.

You are selfish and short-sighted.

You can’t see anyone but yourselves.

Yoongi stares at Jeongguk. He looks upon the fellow broken boy sitting in front of him and wonders why he didn’t see him before. Yoongi spots the dark eye bags that hang underneath Jeongguk’s once starry eyes that have now lost their spark, sees the dried maroon pearls that glide up his now-pale arms and are accompanied by varying spots of sickly yellow or blue and black. Where did he get so many cuts and bruises from? When did he become so tired and worn down?

Perhaps Yoongi is selfish. He only now looks upon Jeongguk after being forced to. A sinking feeling falls into the pit of his stomach and closes around his throat. He realizes how much he didn’t pay attention to the one person who gave him everything. Realizes how gray his own mother’s under-eyes looked or the few white strands that were beginning to take over her roots. How much she tried to get him to open up and how much he was away. He didn’t even care enough about the one person who was his home. He only cared about himself and his own problems. Yoongi is selfish.

Yoongi is selfish and he hates this revelation about himself. He doesn’t want this part of himself. He’s angry at Jeongguk for bringing it to light and he wants to grab the navy-haired boy and yell in his face, yet at the same time wants to fall into his arms and find escape and refuge like he used to as a child. 

But Yoongi knows that things aren’t the same as they were when he was younger. Expecting Jeongguk to be his refuge is asking for too much. So he ends up opting for doing neither of his desired actions, instead keeping the distance between them present.

They’re both hiccuping from their wails, both droopy-eyed and flushed cheeks. He’s never seen Jeongguk look so old and tired. He knows it is the same for him.

They both grew up. They both endured shit no one could dream of. They are no longer children who can mindlessly play tag and eat slightly soggy bread beside the pond. Yoongi knows pain and hurt and loss and heartbreak. He knows that love is no longer just a senseless parade of rainbows and gumdrops and all things good. Love is an everwinding battle that can take every fibre of your very core being and still manage to tie the knot of the rope draped around your neck if you weren’t careful. Younger Yoongi lost himself in a maze and expected those around him to rescue him. But this was real life. Jeongguk was not a prince. Yoongi is not a damsel.

But he was selfish.

So, he wipes the tears from Jeongguk’s face without saying a word more. 

~~~

There is a bright light. It is blinding and it hurts Yoongi’s still-closed eyes. No matter how much he twists and turns, the light doesn’t dim. He dejectedly awakens, not truly ready to leave the comfort of unconsciousness. His head hurts along with every muscle and joint scattered throughout his body. Yoongi looks around. Sees the pond, sees the sun slowly ascending into its home in the sky, sees his battered house. He doesn’t see Jeongguk.

He sighs. This is nothing new.

As much as Yoongi would like to stay outside, his dry throat and insistent bladder tell him otherwise, thus Yoongi enters the one place he firmly considers hell-on-earth.

The floorboards continue to creak under his weight. Yoongi has never noticed just how old the house is, probably because there was always someone else there to create noise. Now, it is barren and empty and every sound Yoongi makes echoes off the walls as if to mock him.

Despite the bright rays of light streaming inside, it is still so cold. Yoongi has a trail of goosebumps creeping along his arm, licking just underneath the nape of his neck. A chill drapes over him like a cloak and he thinks he feels a sickly hand closing around his throat. He swallows. Moves deeper into the building.

The boards on the broken windows don’t do much to ease Yoongi’s anxiety, merely serving to reaffirm his suspicions that he wound up inside a horror movie. He wonders if this is the part where the killer strikes. Yoongi looks down at the floor. Jimin and Taehyung did a good job at removing the bloodied stain, but the memory of the sight will forever be ingrained inside Yoongi’s mind, branded onto his memory, and seared in his retinas. He realizes that the killer already did.

Another chill claws at the back of his arms and he can’t stop the shudder that ripples throughout his body in waves. He realizes that there is a draft and the prime suspect is his shitty job at fixing the windows. The multiple gaps in the board are now obvious as the light of day shines through them and he sighs in dejection. He runs his fingers over it, feels the bumps in the wood and allows the edge of his fingernail to get stuck in the darkened knots that are scattered on the surface. 

Yoongi takes a look around the beaten place. The boarded windows, the broken banister, the furniture still in a disarray, and dust still lingering in the air from the week the house was abandoned. It feels like a still from a horror movie that Yoongi never signed up for. He hates it. It reminds him of his mother. He can almost see the scene of her murder play right before his eyes, no matter how much he shuts them close.

He wonders how she felt when she heard the door break open. Did she think it was him coming home? Or maybe the shitheads broke the window first. Was she standing in the kitchen sipping her nightly tea like she always did? The one that she claimed made her fall asleep faster? The tea held a hint of a citrusy tangerine smell that also encapsulated her. No wonder he always liked tangerines -- they smelt like the late nights he used to spend with his mother. Or maybe she was already asleep, having already given up on Yoongi returning at all for that night. Did she run out to greet the attackers empty-handed? Or perhaps she held a TV remote -- Yoongi remembers how she would sometimes act like she would throw it at him when he got into trouble as a kid. Did she fight back at all? Did she at least fuck them up in the process and make them regret ever stepping foot inside his house? He looks around at the furniture scattered all over. Yeah. There’s no way she didn’t fuck them up at least a little bit. Yoongi smirks. The change of his mouth’s position allows for the salt to graze his lips. He realizes he is crying once again. How long was she in pain? Did she call out for him?

“Yoongi, I’m so glad you weren’t here.”

Yoongi’s face scrunches.

“Selfish.”

Yoongi is selfish because he’s glad he wasn’t here either. 

He wonders if he could have even prevented anything. If he could have stopped them. He doesn’t think he could have. He thinks he would’ve died right alongside her. He he--

Yoongi is scared of dying. He really is selfish.

His legs feel weak, his torso feels too vulnerable, and despite no one being around, he feels too exposed. So Yoongi sinks to the floor, curling in on himself like a little ball and sobs into his knees until he has nothing left to give.

“Yoongi, I’m so glad you weren’t here.”

Selfish.

“Come try this tea! I know you’ve been having trouble sleeping too!” Tangerines. Selfish.

I’m glad I wasn’t here either. Selfish selfish selfishselfishselfish.

Yoongi is so goddamned selfish.

-

Yoongi cries himself to sleep. He wakes up eventually when the sun is a little higher in the sky and is just about to start its descent back to the ground to rest. He doesn’t feel like existing at the moment. He’s so tired. 

Nonetheless, he stretches out his limbs to lay flat on his back as he stares up at the ceiling. His thoughts wander of their own accord. To himself, to Jimin and Taehyung, to his mother, to Jeongguk.

Jeongguk. Jeon fucking Jeongguk. The boy who walks amongst the stars yet still would touch down on earth to meet Yoongi every night. 

He wonders if he ever really loved Jeongguk as much as he thought. Does he still love him? Or was it that naive childhood love that consumes his entire small head and blinds him in believing in such a thing as ‘soulmates’? Did that same puppy love transfer over the course of years because it was all Yoongi had known? Yoongi doesn’t know. He doesn’t know what love really is. He loves his mom. He loves Jimin and Taehyung. He loves Jeongguk. What differentiates all of those? He really isn’t sure. He kisses Jimin. He kissed Jeongguk. What’s the difference? Is Jeongguk just a close friend? Is the only thing that defines romantic relationships physicality? Love is confusing.

He wonders if he loved the thought of Jeongguk. The version of Jeongguk that only existed inside Yoongi’s head. The version that retained his childhood innocence and never expressed anger. The version that knew only good and thus was a figure of peace for Yoongi. Was Jeongguk ever really that? Or did Yoongi just assume he always was?

‘Selfish. Entitled. You don’t know jack shit.’

Yoongi wanted a safe haven so desperately that he projected those feelings onto the first person that never caused conflict or confrontation. It is why he became so frightened during Jeongguk’s outburst the previous night. Yoongi’s version of the starboy never had a morsel of rage built inside him. How foolish of him to think. He wanted a prince or a knight in shining armor to come and rescue him from his overarching emotions and responsibilities and worries without ever expecting that knight to have problems of his own. Yoongi realizes he really doesn’t know jack shit about Jeon Jeongguk, the boy that he was supposedly in love with. But if this wasn’t love, why did it hurt so badly when he left without a word?

He takes another look around the desolate house, smiles -- more like grimaces -- just a little bit.

Yoongi thinks that this state of the house represents him. It represents all of his inner thoughts and turmoil. No matter how much he tried boarding up the windows of his mind, it wasn’t good enough. Despite his best efforts to keep a lid on all of his emotions, it still seeps through the cracks that were masked by the night. When the sun rises, everything comes to light. And Yoongi is still left alone.

He sighs again. Looks around the house. Thinks. Recalls.

He feels nostalgic, seeing the photos on the wall. Of him, of his smiling mother. He misses his childhood self. In childhood, there were no worries or concerns. He was naive and allowed to be an idiot sometimes. He remembers how much more confident and curious and selfless he was.

Selfless.

That’s right. At one point, Yoongi was selfless. He was curious about the boy in the garden and made the effort to visit him every night, food in hand to share. He remembers letting Jeongguk win games because of how wide his smile would be. Yoongi didn’t have worthless pride at that time, he just liked smiling with other people. 

Where did that version of himself go? When did it disappear?

He’s disgusted with his current self and how much he allowed a gap to form between him and those he deemed his closest allies. Perhaps he did want a pity party.

Jeongguk is right. He is human. He is selfish and entitled. And he does need an explanation from him.

~~~

With the sun’s kiss upon the earth, an inky screen fills its place within the sky. But it is not always as dim as one makes it out to be. The good thing about darkness is that it is more noticeable when light breaches and permeates its surface; it shines through more clearly. With night, the fluorescent glow of the moon and stars against the midnight backdrop can still guide weary travelers to their destinations.

“Oh how the tables have turned. You’re actually waiting for me?” Jeongguk’s smile is very small and hesitant, the starboy clearly not wanting to disturb the rising tide.

Tonight, it is Yoongi waiting for Jeongguk in the garden in order to greet him first.

Yoongi’s mouth upturns slightly. “It seems only fair.”

Jeongguk’s steps are light as he wanders a little bit closer to the sitting Yoongi, intentionally keeping a bit of distance between them. Once Yoongi has made no intention of reprimanding Jeongguk does he inch just a few more steps closer. They remain in silence. 

Finally, Jeongguk plops down just a little ways away from Yoongi on the ground. When he fails to say anything, Yoongi groans and punches his arm. 

“Stop being weird.”

Jeongguk rubs his arm. “‘m not being weird.” 

“Yes you are. We fought. That’s what people do.”

Jeongguk pauses for a few beats too many. Yoongi looks at him. Sees Jeongguk mouth the word ‘people’ in silence before settling on: “I don’t like fighting.”

“Yeah, well…”

The conversation reaches a null, neither knowing exactly what to say or how to break this weird tension. So they sit in silence, much like they did in their youth. Except now the silence feels overbearing and heavy on Yoongi’s shoulders. 

Yoongi looks over at Jeongguk. He is looking down at the pond while he fidgets with a rock in between his slender fingers. 

“I don’t like fighting either but,” Yoongi is whispering, his voice quiet and delicate, “the best part of fighting is being able to make up afterwards.”

“Is that what we’re doing? Making up?” Jeongguk asks.

“Is it not? You don’t wanna make up with me? Why not?” Yoongi pouts, opening his eyes widely, exaggerating his emotions once he sees the small smile dotting Jeongguk’s features.

“I don’t wanna fight. It hurts.”

Yoongi ponders over this for a few moments. “Jeongguk, I won’t promise we’ll never fight again. But I promise that the reason we’ll ever fight in the future is because we both just care about the other.”

Jeongguk glances at him, mulling over his words. “You’re saying people fight because they like each other?”

Yoongi’s eyes widen in horror. He’s not good with words. “No! No, that isn’t what I mean! People fight and argue and disagree on things. That’s all normal. Sometimes people fight because they genuinely don’t like each other but -- what I’m trying to say is -- that isn’t us! That won’t be us! Nevermind, I don’t know.” Yoongi sighs in frustration. “Sometimes we won’t agree on stuff, but I want you to know that I’m trying to think more about how other people feel and not just about myself. So know that I care for you, even when we fight.”

Jeongguk nods, his smile widening a bit. “Okay.”

And like that, both boys silently apologize to the other. Jeongguk knows that Yoongi is trying to get better and more aware after what he said during their fight. They weren’t actually mad at one another persay, they were mad at everything. The world, their situations, their problems, themselves. It’s all they can do but to adapt, overcome, and grow. Yoongi thinks he’s finally doing as much.

So the two boys sit in each other’s presence like they did in their youth. They don’t always have to speak to feel comfortable; however, as Yoongi looks up at the very few stars that litter the once hollow sky, he has to ask about his mother.

Jeongguk lets out a shaky breath as he pushes the hair from his face. It takes him a few moments to gather his thoughts to answer. 

“What she told you that night was true. Long ago there was a star who fell in love with a human. Once they had a child, the star had to go back to the sky. Your mother was that child. She is a star -- well technically only half but I guess that’s not important but -- yeah. It’s customary for stars to live amongst their own, even in death.” Jeongguk is twiddling with his fingers, the hem of his shirt, the split ends of his hair, everything. Yoongi realizes he is bad at words too. “She is a star who belongs with the other stars -- that’s just how it all works. It’s home. Except...well, it’s not really much of a home anymore.” That last sentence is quiet as Jeongguk mutters.

“What do you mean?”

Jeongguk laughs bitterly, flopping to lay on his back so he can look at the sky. He nods his head up in the same direction. “Up there, it’s anarchy.”

“Anarchy?”

Jeongguk looks back down to Yoongi, grabs hold of his hand to play with his fingers now. The smile on his face feels fabricated, as if holding immense guilt or self-deprecation. “What would you do if I told you that you and I may have accidentally started a war?”

#Sorry annoying tags #yoonkook #min yoongi #jeon jeongguk #park jimin #bts au #kim namjoon #kim taehyung #star!au #star!jungkook #angst #fluff #happy ending

[merakiclosed]

Yoongi - Mother’s day

》Pairing: CEO!Yoongi x Poor single mother!Reader 

》Summary: Yoongi and Yuna prepare for mothers day and on the way Yuna says something that may change the way that the Min family feel. 

》 Genre: Fluff 

》Word count: 1.2k 

》Notes/Warnings: None. Please read Exhausted first, it will make more sense. 

》 Part One: Exhausted 

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“Yoongi, Yoongi” Yuna’s voice whispered into the otherwise quiet room as she nudged his body 

“Yoongiiiiiii, you was supposed to wake ME up” she whined, climbing on top of him, grabbing his arms and wiggling them around. Yoongi groaned as he peeked an eye open to Yuna inched away from his face, a beaming smile present on her face. 

You and Yoongi have been together for nearly a year, and you all have been living together for a few months now so Yoongi was slowly getting accustomed to being woken like this. 

He tries to make as little noise as possible and untangle his arms around you and covering you backup. You twist a little bit, searching for his warmth, hugging his pillow to your chest. Yoongi tries to keep Yuna quiet whilst they go to the kitchen. The key word being: tries. She sings and dances her way along to the kitchen as Yoongi is a bit slower, behind her.

To be honest with himself Yoongi wasn’t the best cook, but he will try his damn hardest. Starring at the iPad screen that was propped up on the counter he looked through the instructions. He knew that you didn’t like the typical savoury breakfast and preferred sweet instead and he found the perfect recipe for this. Yuna giggled at his expression as he unconsciously pouted and did grabby hands towards him, wordlessly Yoongi picked her up and sat her on the countertop. 

Yoongi smiled at her softly and got Yuna to read the ingredients one by one, it was her idea to have agent names and she begged him to let her call him Yoongi bear. Of course, Yoongi couldn’t say no especially with the pout and big eyes he received. Who could ever say no to his little girl?

“I am ready agent Yoongi bear” Yuna giggled, her cheeks puffing out from laughter.

“A tablespoon of baking powder not a teaspoon. Not a teaspoon, a tablespoon” Yuna whined, laughing at Yoongi’s confused expression as he looked at the spoons. He eventually got his head around the spoon situation and continued. The room was quite but it wasn’t uncomfortable as they worked together, just like a dad and their daughter should. 

“Okay Yuna, this is mission 1, make breakfast for mama bear. Are you ready agent bun?” Yoongi laughed, tickling Yuna’s sides making her squirm around.

Yoongi turned around with the whisk in his hand and pointed at her, some of the mix dripping on to the floor, “Listen here agent bun, you cannot eat the cinnamon, it doesn’t taste as nice as it smells” 

“No, Yuna, you can’t eat cinnamon” Yoongi sighed, adding eggs into the mix

“But whyyyyy, it smells so nice though” She exaggerated by putting the jar under her nose and taking a big whiff.

“Then why did we put it in if it doesn’t taste nice?” she asked, looking quizzically at the jar and then back to the bowl of ingredients. Yoongi looked wide eyed at her for a moment and sighed, turning around. That’s a good question, one which he didn’t have an answer to. 

“Can I eat this?” Yuna questioned, pointing to the cinnamon

Yuna just shrugged and decided not to ask and put the jar down, continuing to read out the instructions for Yoongi. She will come back later to ask you, and if you say no then well, she will just have to see for herself. He poured the mix into the hot waffle iron and added the powdered sugar and strawberries on top of them. 

Yoongi stood next to Yuna, who was still sat on the counter, and smiled down at the tray in front of him. His jumper sleeves where pushed up to his elbows as the headband on his hairline stopped his hair getting in his face. 

Waffles stacked high, a little pot of syrup on the side along with a bowl of strawberries. Yoongi and Yuna high fived and got ready to take it to you. Halfway out of the kitchen, Yuna shouted, “daddy, wait. You forgot the rose” 

Yoongi could feel his eyes fill with tears, but he just shook his head, a gigantic, gummy smile covering his face as he bent down a little so Yuna could but the rose on the tray. Yoongi smiled at her with love as she met his eyes, “silly daddy, how could you forget mumma’s favourite flower” 

He coughed, “Yeah – uhm, yep we forgot that didn’t we little bun?” 

Yuna smiled and skipped towards the stairs and Yoongi followed her all the way up until the bedroom. 

Yoongi paused in his steps, did he hear that right? Did she just call him her dad?

“Agent Yoongi bear are we ready for mission 2, wake up mama bear?” Yuna put a finger to her lips and winked at him. 

You sit up as Yuna lays down next to you, looking fondly at the interaction. Yoongi placed the tray on the bed and walked over to your side to kiss you, though you pay no mind to it once you see what they have made, “Waffles!” You say giggling. 

Yuna opened the bedroom and jumped on top of you, making you groan as you wrapped your arms around her and pulled her into a hug. Yuna giggled as Yoongi walked over and coughed, causing you to look up at him, your eyes landing on the tray he was holding, “Yoons, what is this?” 

You pick up the fork and dive right in and moan at the taste of them, making Yoongi proud that he got them right. 

Ah, how cheeky, Yoongi thought as he nodded, the smile on his face not leaving.

Yoongi tries to keep a straight face but fails as you see his smile, ducking his head so that you didn’t see it. He knows that he will never live this down so he might as well make the most out of it right?

“Agent Yoongi bear are you ready for mission 3?” Yuna asked, jumping up and down, grabbing Yoongi’s jumper sleeve. At the name you burst out laughing, your whole being curling in on yourself as you try to get more oxygen in. “Yoon – AHA, Yoongi – I can’t. Aahah, Yoongi bear” you gasp for oxygen. 

“Yes, agent bun it looks like we are ready for mission 3” Yoongi gets a boost of confidence from somewhere as he shouts, jumping into a superhero pose, his gummy smile present and all. All you can do is eat and smile at the interaction, finally at peace.

“Omg I just love waffles so much, you did them so well. Thank you both so much” you gushed, stuffing more strawberries and waffles into your mouth.

You are currently laying on Yoongi’s chest, drawing random patterns onto his jumper. 

“You know today, Yuna called me daddy” Yoongi whispers into the quiet room, his hand subconsciously playing with your hair. 

Your eyes widen as you sit up, staring at him, your heart beating erratically, “really?” 

“Yeah, she said it twice this morning, I know it will take time, but I hope she continues to call me it” he whispers, eyes filling with tears once again.

Bringing your hand up to wipe away his tears. Softly smiling, you whisper “I’m so happy that she said that”

You lean in so that your foreheads touch, “I love you too, I love both of you” you pause for a second, sighing heavily “I don’t know what I would do without you two”.

He looks at you with nothing but love, “I love you two so much”, he brings a hand up to your cheek and caresses it gently. 

Yoongi knows that whatever he says won’t be enough, so he shows you instead. Leaning in, both of your lips touch softly as your hands travel towards the back of his head, your fingers tangling in his hair. He tasted as sweet as sugar and instead of your heart beating faster, it doesn't. No. It slows, beating in harmony with his as you know that he is your home.

You know, that you have found your happily ever after. 

Tags: @deakyspuff

#btsgoldnet #bts #yoongi #bts yoongi #bts suga #yoongi x reader #yoongi scenarios #yoongi fluff #yoongi imagine #yoongi drabble #yoongi fic #suga x reader #suga imagine #suga fluff #suga drabble #yoongi oneshot #suga oneshot #bts x reader #ceo!yoongi #ceo yoongi #jimin #jin #jungkook #taehyung #rm #namjoon #jhope #hoseok #suga #bts imagine

[needmytea]

Art? (career choices at a young age) - confused edition

[ NOTE: all information I gathered were from Google and (might not be accurate!) ] :) enjoy! I took a career test on Tuesday, where I had to go through 11 sets of 5-7 questions on which job I would like and which job I wouldn’t like. In the end, I would get a three character abbreviation based on the RIASEC (Realistic, Investigative, Artistic, Social, Enterprising, Conventional) code. What I got was a three character abbreviation - IAC - which stands for Investigative, Artistic, and Conventional, respectively.

- Investigative: one who likes to investigate, analyse, evaluate problems in a nutshell. - Artistic: one who is creative, leans a lot on imagination, and have artistic abilities. woohoo! - Conventional: one who likes dealing with mathematical equations, data and statistics in general. After getting my results, I have many recommended job choices that suit the received code best. The most common ones I saw were under the field of “Engineering”. From then on, I researched about the different types of engineers, ranging from the higher paid ones, to the happier ones (did you know, biomedical engineers have one of the highest happiness rates - 3.4 stars out of 5 stars), and to the high-in-demand ones. The thing about engineering is, it’s such a HUGE, BROAD field, it’s soooo popular, and it even pays quite well (to some extent!!). Jobs under Engineering are like the somewhat ideal type of job one would want to have. Good pay, somewhat-good life, and in-demand. However, my passion lies in the Arts. Art comes in many different forms, and its a wide field as well. Some examples are music, digital media, visual arts, performance arts, and many many more. My passion is for the visual arts. I really, really love drawing. Using ink markers to create an artwork, using colour pencils to blend, and even using digital art apps to draw is extremely enjoyable to me. I really, really love drawing, but I do not like drawing things that does not pique my interest, or if it’s boring and about the past. I like drawing, so as to properly express, show myself to the world through various the art forms. It’s like saying “HELLO WORLD!” Even if I receive a theme about (for example), “Partly Opened”, I would still try to put some of my elements into the artwork to make it unique and completely original (done by me). Every single artwork i produce is supposed to contain a part of myself :) The downside of my passion is, even if I do want to pursue the arts and go down the arts career pathway, it is like going down a totally opposite road (from Engineering). The pay is lower (from where I am), and without the amount of pay I wish to get, I won’t be as happy. If I go down the art career pathway, I would not enter into a college, which my parents wants me to go to. Furthermore, my weakest skill in Art is painting. My fundamentals for painting is just zero to none (i’m self taught ;), which results to me being worse than my artsy friends at painting [ cue sad noises ]. “Follow your passion,” My teacher said. But, teacher, what if my passion is something not very appreciated and popular? What if I don’t get a job with this passion of mine? What if I fall into the depths of poverty all because I wanted to chase my passion? Wouldn’t it be all for nothing? . . . In conclusion, I am stuck and confused, and I sort of need some help figuring out my career choices </3 Comment down some tips if you would (and can!) . . stay safe, stay healthy ~ yoon 

#jobs #job #career #art #confused #confusion #tips #questions #question #answer #painting #passion #school #college #needmytea

[songjihyo]

Song Jihyo

Song Jihyo debuted with Whispering Corridors 3: Wishing Stairs (2003), the 3rd installment of Whispering Corridors series. Song played Yoon Jinsung, the second-best ballerina who attended an art high school. The actor made a strong impression by portraying the sensibilities of a sensitive, anxious adolescent girl who was like a loose cannon. Just like other star actors, Song acted both on screen and TV, and then she made a bold decision to appear in A Frozen Flower (2008), directed by Yoo Ha. Playing the queen of Goryeo from the Yuan Dynasty, Song depicted the elegant queen with her unique low voice and graceful image, a woman in love with the king’s guard, who happened to be the king’s lover. It was quite a tall order to convey the emotions of a woman who had to have an unwanted physical relationship with a man who stole her husband’s affection, ending up falling in love with him. But Song’s performance was well received.

Song gained a favorable impression by appearing in TV dramas, movies, and TV variety shows, building up her characters step by step in the male-dominant film world. She was the only female actor who appeared in New World (2013), which was full of seasoned male actors, and drew attention by playing Lee Shinwoo, an undercover agent with a graceful but chilling image. Although it was a minor role, the actor made her presence well felt through the scenes with her calm, dry reaction when her identity was revealed and with her facial expression when she was dying stuck in a barrel. Also, in What a Man Wants (2017), directed by Lee Byoungheon, and Unstoppable (2018), both with heavy male presence, Song never failed to showcase her acting chops. Miyoung in What a Man Wants, who belatedly found out her husband’s affair, or Jisoo in Unstoppable, who was kidnapped by a suspicious man and waited for her husband’s help, could have otherwise been a plain supporting character. However, Song established the characters to be a ‘strong-willed wife’ and breathed life into them.

Recently Song made an unusual choice again by appearing in A Frozen Flower. Previously, she showed a somewhat bright and goofy image in a long-lived TV show, but in Son Wonpyung’s mystery thriller Intruder (2020), the actor expanded her acting spectrum by giving off a grotesque atmosphere. Song played eerie Yujin, who came back home after 25-year of missing, gradually controlling the house. Expressing gruesome and sad emotions in her pretty face, Song grabbed the audience. She is a K-wave star enjoying popularity in Asia after shooting two films in China. With her fans saying she ‘works hard like a cow,’ the actor’s diligence and ambitions in acting in different genres are what makes her future even more promising. Jung Sujin

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#song jihyo #song ji hyo #jihyo #The Korean Actors 200 KOFIC campaign #i think they put the wrong movie in the last paragraph #q

[randomobsessionsofa30something]

My top 10 korean dramas of 2020

Today is the last day of the year so I think it's time to share which dramas were my favorite in 2020. I wish you all the best for 2021!!

10.5. The King: Eternal Monarch. So here's the thing: this drama was not great. I absolutely hated the ending and the editing however I do appreciate what they tried to do. It had great potential and Lee Minho and Kim Go Eun were nice as a couple. The story is about two dimensions: one that is like the real world and another where Korea still has a king. The worlds start to mix and the King crosses, meets a detective, someone he has been looking for since he was a kid.

10. Find me in your memory. This drama was so much fun especially in the first half. I had a couple of issues with the last two episodes but nothing major. Moon Ga Yeon plays an actress that lost some of her memories and is trying to live in the moment. She meets a newscaster (Kim Dong Wook) and falls for him. However he has a disease that makes him unable to forget each and all details he has lived through. They both are unaware they share a bond that will link them but also puts them in danger.

9. Start up. This drama was silly at times but I really enjoyed it. Suzy stars in this drama as a sales employee that has gone through a lot because she chose to stay with her father after they parents got divorced who was an unsuccessful entrepreneur. She wants to show her sister and her mother she can be successful on her own so she applies to receive a grant (korean survival style). There she meets her childhood crush, a guy who she exchanged letters with or so she thinks. Nam Do San (Nam Joo Hyuk) is a guy that is trying to start up a company but has failed so far to get investors. When a famous CEO shows up at his door asking him to pretend to have written some letters he ends up getting dragged into a ruse to cheer up this girl except she shows up in what was his last chance to make it.

8. Kairos. I started watching this drama just because WINNER's Kang Seung Yoon had a role in it. At the beginning I thought I wasn't gonna love it because of the time travel aspect to it. The plot though changed my mind. This mistery drama starred by Lee Se Young and Shin Sung Rok really surprised me. The story is about a girl that is struggling to get by but things change when she loses her phone and when she calls back a man picks it up in the future. By the way when I made my OSTs list it totally slipped my mind just how good Kang Seungyoon's rock ballad Can you hear me? is.

7. Itaewon class. Park Seung Joon plays a man that did time in jail because of an injustice. He comes out with a plan to bring down the people responsible for his father's death. To do that, he assembles a team of misfits and opens up a restaurant in Itaewon. The injustices in korean society and his past will get in the way of his love life and his goal to achieve his dreams. I wasn't a huge fan of the last few episodes of the drama but I did liked it overall.

6. Strangers. Season 2. If you watched the first season you'll definitely like the second. A web of corruption and deceit is drawn from episode one so it really was satisfying when it all came together. If you haven't watched the first season, I'll just say this is well made crime drama and that now would be a good time to binge watch both seasons.

5. Sweet Home. I don't really watch horror movies because I think I'm too logical to be scared with monsters or ghosts so most times I just don't watch any. However I really enjoyed this apocalyptic horror 10 episode drama. Based on a webtooon, it tells the story of the inhabitants of a building after Seoul is run down by monsters.

4. Kingdom Season 2. I actually didn't watch Kingdom last year. I watched the teaser and I was like "Joseon and Zombies? I don't know about that". The pandemic has led me to stay home for so long that I think I watched all of Netflix korean dramas I hadn't checked out which finally led me to watch Kingdom. I liked the first season but it was the second season I enjoyed the most. If you haven't checked it out, I'll just say it's based on the Land of the Gods webtoon and it's the story of the Crown Prince who finds out that, because of greed, his stepmother has revived his father and a plague spreads through Joseon.

3. Hyena. This intense legal drama tells the story of a prideful attorney that lives for his job and meets his ideal woman in a laundromat. However she humiliates him when she shows up as the opposite counselor in a high profile divorce case. This was such a funny drama and the cases were interesting. It had a double digit ratings in Korea.

2. Do you like Brahms? This drama is slow. Like really slow paced. So it's not for everyone but I was just so obsessed with this drama while it was airing. It's a sweet romantic drama about a pianist (Kim Min Jae) who has no passion for what he does and a violinist (Park Eun Bin) who has all the passion but lacks talent. They are both kind and just really bad a communicating their feelings so when they end up getting to know each other they somehow connect. They have another thing in common: they both are in a similar position when it comes to love they're in love with the girlfriend/boyfriend of their best friends.

1. It's okay not to be okay. This was my favorite drama by a long shot. It's just another romantic comedy. However it is so well done. From the cinematography to the plot and even the animation everything was on point for me. Honestly it felt like this really was Kim Soo Hyun's grand comeback to dramas. Seo Yeo Ji's excelled in portraying a strong but lonely woman whose upbringing was different from anyone else's so she grew up to be a rude and unapologetic children story writer. She meets Moon Gang Tae and realizes it's not the first time she has met him. On another hand, Moon Gang Tae puts on a strong face whose sole goal in life is care for his autistic older brother. When he goes back to his hometown he ends up finding out the truth behind his mother's death. I also loved that the story is narrated at times as a fairy tale.

#korean drama #kdramas #lee min ho #kim go eun #kang seung yoon #yg winner #suzy #nam joo hyuk #lee se young #shin sung rok

[lgcmanager]

LEGACY PROJECT: FUTURE DREAM S003 PART 3

SCHEDULE TYPE: TRIMESTER SCHEDULE RESTRICTIONS: Cannot be paired with another trimester schedule, unless stated otherwise

with the buzz created by the boys outing on DECEMBER 19, LGC has been capitalizing on the hype to announce that the show will begin airing on JANUARY 29. in the meanwhile, in JANUARY 18, the 24 boys have been called in studio for a formal evaluation. instead of Bae Siwoo, they realize that this season, there is no mc, just the people who hold their futures in their hands: Hyuncheol, head manager of the trainees; Park Jeongan, current CEO; Lee Iseul, head creative director; and Roe Kangdae, head manager of LGC Creatives.

rather than kim hyuncheol too, it’s park jeongan that stands up to talk to the trainees once all of them are seated, divided by team. “your first mission to prove to us that you could work cohesively as a team without our supervising. TEAM 1 and TEAM 2, you are the ones who impressed us the most. TEAM 1, your idea was the most original and attention grabbing. TEAM 2, while your idea had less impact than team 1′s, the way you’ve executed your idea was near perfect.” he pauses, eyes going from one team to another. “TEAM 2...” a long second passes before he continues “for this mission, you are the winners.” the four higher ups finally let their hard mask slip to clap for the team as the CEO makes the 8 boys come to him. to each of them, he places a necklace around their necks before telling them to sit down.

“as you can see, the whole team has received a necklace with a GREEN gem. this gem represents TEAM SPIRIT. under your chairs, you will find boxes. before opening them, listen carefully; your goal is to collect ALL 5 GEMS. The first one, green in color, represents your ability to work in a team. The second one, RED in color encompasses all the TALENT required of an idol; singing, rapping, dancing and performing. a person perfect in a talent and lacking in another could end up not receiving a red gem. the third one, BLUE in color, represents your STAR QUALITY. the fourth one, YELLOW in color, represents your PERSONALITY; a person with a good character is important to us. being passive will not make you get this gem de facto. and finally, the last one, PURPLE in color, represent your ability for GROWTH, both as an artist and individual; we refuse to debut someone who has already peaked and stop improving. debuting is the real starting line, not the end of the race.”

he pauses to give everybody the time to digest the information that’s been given. “to continue in this competition today, you all need a minimum of ONE necklace.” the CEO warns. “yes, there are two empty boxes.” he continues gravely. “HEO DAEHWAN, SEO JUNHWAN, you may open your box.” the tension rises as the boys do so, to reveal an empty box. “unfortunately, your adventure with future dreams ends here.” the older man gives time to the boys to share their feelings and say their goodbyes before continuing.”

“some boxes also do not contain any gem at all.” he announces, shocking the audience. “HWANG MINJUN, JI HANEUL, TSAI KING.” he says. “please step forward and open your boxes.” indeed, instead of the gems that the others have received before, a different type of pendant is revealed. “last season, Haneul and King were part of the winning team, while Minjun came to support them when a member of that team got injured. during half a year, the three of them have shown us their team spirit, their talents, their star quality, their personality and their growth. the public has been charmed by them and their unit. TYPE ZERO.” the eyes of the staff all turn towards the three boys. on hyuncheol’s face, a smile of pride blooms. “to reward your hard work, TYPE ZERO is now our first fixed unit and the new official group debuted under LEGACY ENTERTAINMENT.” the four higher ups to clap for the three boys. they are then each given the time to share their feelings on debuting.

once the calm is back, jeongan continue. “joining them are the following trainees; IM HYUNJIN, OKAMOTO AKIRA, BAE NATHAN, LEE BENJI.” after each name called, the boys are asked to open their boxes and reveal the same pendant as the other 3. “and finally... after much debate... KANG JUN.” after jun is done opening his box and speaking, the 8 members of TYPE ZERO are seated opposite to the now 15 remaining contestants.

“the 15 of you; your chance to debut hasn’t passed. if by the end of the show you manage to collect all 5 gems, you will be given a chance to debut in a brand new unit. you may now open your boxes.”

AHN DOHWAN: growth, star quality, talent, team spirit

AHN JAESUN: personality, star quality, talent, team spirit

CHOI JINYOUNG: growth, personality, team spirit

CHOI JONGSUK: growth, star quality, team spirit

CHOI MAX: growth, star quality, talent

CHWE HUNJI: growth, star quality

HWANG SUBIN: growth, star quality, talent, team spirit

JANG TAESUNG: growth, star quality, talent

JEON HARU: growth, star quality, talent

JUNG AHIN: growth, personality, talent, team spirit

KIM ALEX: growth,, talent, team spirit

LEE DAEYEOL: personality, talent, team spirit

LEE JIHO: personality, star quality, talent, team spirit

YOON SHINHA: personality, talent, team spirit

“you now all know areas in which you either need to improve or be more proactive at showing.” the ceo declares once each boy has checked the content of their boxes.

DORMS & TEAMS

due to the boys of type zero being removed from the competition, here are the teams and dorms updated:

DORM 1: ahn dohwan, ahn jaesun, chwe hunji, lee daeyeol, lee jiho

DORM 2: choi jinyoung, hwang subin, jung ahin, kim alex

DORM 3: choi jongsuk, choi max, jang taesung, jeon haru, yoon shinha

once again; the dorms have 4 bedrooms each, and roommate divisions are up to the trainees. there are cameras filming 24/7 in every room except bathrooms. no visits are allowed in the dorms except from other future dreams participants. trainees MUST sleep in their assigned dorm. the dorms are situated in the same area as lgc agency’s but not in the same building. managers will be in charge of transporting trainees everyday.

MISSION 1: NEW SONGS (15 contestants + Type Zero)

the 24 boys will be recording the intro and outro of the show. all of them will record the full song. while only part of the songs will be used during the show, they are told that both songs will be performed on the live finale !

INTRO: raise the roof (0:43 to 1:18)

OUTRO: victory song (1:30 to 1:50)

since the songs must be recorded by the end of the week of January 18, JUNIOR PRODUCERS will give a hand to the staff for the recording of the songs.

MISSION 2: TMI VIDEO (15 contestants + Type Zero)

for the future fans to know their favorites even better, legacy wants each boy to record a 30 seconds TMI video. they are to choose the locations and the information they wish to share themselves. ** you have until APRIL 17 to fulfill this requirement ** 

MISSION 2: CHALLENGING PERFORMANCE (15 contestants only)

on FEBRUARY 26, the three new teams will face off on stage. the theme is: CHALLENGING ONESELF. the staff knows that during those competitions, contestants are likely to showcase skills they are entirely confident in and rarely challenge themselves. LGC wants the contestants to try a position that will challenge them, to get out of their comfort zone. while this doesn’t mean that somebody who cannot rap should take the rap position, it means that somebody who’s used to, for instance, be main vocal should try their hand at being simply a vocalist and prove that they can handle a support role. the boys may choose any BOY GROUP SONG released BEFORE JANUARY 2015. the song must be validated by the staff once the choice is done and the line distribution provided in your solos.

REQUIREMENTS

NEW SONGS: write a 300+ words solo or 4 replies (minimum 8 lines) thread with a PRODUCER happening during the recording of the songs for +4 POINTS TO DISTRIBUTE ANYWHERE and +8 NOTORIETY **producers can only write with 2 boys each, therefore some might have to write solos**

TMI VIDEO: write a 300+ words solo of your muse’s TMI video for +4 POINTS TO DISTRIBUTE ANYWHERE and +4 NOTORIETY

CHALLENGING: write a 300+ words solo or a 4 replies (minimum 8 lines) thread with a member of your team that clearly demonstrate how your muse has challenged themselves through the performance for +4 POINTS TO DISTRIBUTE ANYWHERE and +8 NOTORIETY

to validate your skill points and collect your notoriety points, please submit the following form on the points blog before MARCH 7, 11:59PM EST.

TITLE: MUSE NAME ∙ FUTURE DREAMS S3 PART 3

- NEW SONGS: +4 ( skill points distribution ) + 8 notoriety [ LINK ] - TMI VIDEO: +4 ( skill points distribution ) + 4 notoriety [ LINK ] ** can be sent with the next part ** - CHALLENGING: +4 ( skill points distribution ) + 8 notoriety [ LINK ] ** doesn’t apply to type zero **

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