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[teenagebountyhunter]

The commentators for the NCAA Women's Volleyball National Champions game keep saying "John Cook," the name of the Nebraska coach, and all I can hear is Jungkook, and you know, I would like to believe that JK would be a Big 10 fan.

#JK would be an OH #Hoseok is a libero #in a surprising twist Jimin plays opposite because he is sneaky and can jump #while Tae the only lefty is a serving specialist #Namjoon sets #Jin plays middle #and Yoongi is a DS

[teenagebountyhunter]

I really hate the social aspect of social media (like I specifically chose a username that would turn people away so that I could read fic and lurk in the background).

But I really love how sometimes, the universe will surprise you. And months ago when I saw Violet was writing a reader-insert Soulmate AU ft. Namjoon, I reached out.

Man, what a great decision that was. I am so grateful that she shines her light on me and always invites me to participate in the community, makes me feel welcomed and loved. Vi, you are a gem, and I think you've made me weepy at least twice this week with all of the love and support you've given me.

I'm reblogging this because, yes, I did write a story, and no, it's not readily available on this website. But also (in my best Barney Stintson voice)...have you read Violet?

Can I recommend:

All I Haven't Said, a Namjoon/Reader Soulmate AU that also so brilliantly dives into choices and consequences and like healthcare ethics!!??! and just like poses so many interesting questions and expands the genre even further!!! I reviewed the first chapter a while ago, and have left a bunch of emotional comments on AO3.

What the Moon Saw, a Yoongi/Reader childhood friends to lovers AU about growing together and coming apart and figuring out if you can find your way back. Violet has many Yoongi one-shots, but this is my favorite.

Make Me, a soon-to-be-released Hoseok/Reader one-shot that I think might actually kill me. At least my obit will truthfully say that I died doing what I loved.

It Had to Be You, doesn't even exist yet (though I believe there's a little snippet on her page), and yet I am already so hype. ANOTHER SOULMATE AU, this time featuring JIN! We need more Jin soulmate AUs (and more Jin fics generally)

Hello, humans of Tumblr.

Have you read this? Have you?

If yes - Chapter 28 is here, and nothing - NOTHING - could be more important than that so drop everything and sprint to it.

If no - I understand that there is a lot to read out there, HOWEVER it's not a mere opinion, but rather an objective fact when I say that this is one of the very VERY best fics to ever exist. Read. It.

Bless you, @teenagebountyhunter for giving us Namjoon and Berry, and chapter 28 on this day of all days. You're constantly doing Namjoon-coded things, and this might be the most indigo-shaded one ever. 💜

[teenagebountyhunter]

Indigo-related rec

On this, the 1 year anniversary of Indigo's release, I would like to implore anyone/everyone to read Second Heart by RM091294 (aka the artist formerly know as ReliableMitten).

The delulu part of me likes to think Namjoon read Second Heart and then was inspired to write Closer because it is the SAME VIBE. You can feel the desire for intimacy the characters share while also feeling the chasm between them. The depictions of New York and young love and loss are beautiful; the emotions and the setting feel lived-in. Even the structure of the fic makes you think about how close (or far) the character are.

I have immense gratitude for Mittens once again sharing her time and talents with us for free. Closer still haunts me, and so does this fic. It is truly one of the best things I've read this year.

#tbh fic rec #run don't walk

[teenagebountyhunter]

This weekend was my 3rd on-call this month, and I needed something to read. Two precious pocket pals mentioned Ryen this week, which felt like a sign from the universe to dig through my long-ago bookmarks and TBRs and fish out 3tan.

I am so dumb. So, so dumb to have sat on this for this long. Am I the last person on the planet to start reading this series? Maybe. And if I'm not, and there is still someone out there who needs to jump on the 3tan bandwagon, please let me know so I can make sure no one else makes the same mistake I did.

This story is glorious.

I just think Ryen's prose is poetry. This story hinges on the emotional connection between Yoongi and MC, and the way she describes their inner feelings as scenes play out, I'm just like, how did you paint me such a beautiful word picture? how did you figure out how to put this feeling into a phrase? It's incredible, and even more so because it's juxtaposed against dialogue that is sharper, more direct, and a lot more about vibes than emotion (YOONGI'S SUP IS A VIBE).

The characters are drawn so consistently, but also you see growth and development as the relationships evolve and more details are revealed. The smut is 🔥🔥🔥. The supporting cast is adds that extra dimension (I am deeply invested in the Taehyung/Jimin situationship). Also, and I know there are like a million tags and warnings about this, but Yoongi. Wears. Chains.

Ryen is incredible, this work is incredible, and I will wait forever and a day to find out where it goes next!

three tangerines (m) | myg

title: three tangerines pairing: yoongi x reader rating/genre: m ; smut ; brother’s best friend au, implied age gap au summary: throughout high school, you sometimes caught glimpses of your brother’s older friends: some of them were sweet, some of them were smart. but the one closest to him? that guy was a total f*ckboy from day one. after a foray of horrid relationships spanning years - ending with one that broke up with you for an alarming reason - you needed advice on what the hell you were doing wrong… and this wasn’t a conversation for anyone sweet or smart. (loosely based off one part of “the window” by silvershine) warnings: pov switch (just one), age gap implied, cursing, dirty talk, choking, hair pulling, thigh riding, oral (m/f rec), sl*t/wh*re mentions, spanking, size kink, hand kink, pussy slapping, penetration, protected sex, rough sex, fingering, breast play, slight ass play, daechwita yoongi should be a warning in itself.. i think that’s it? he keeps the chains on so there’s that, too lmao note: this is a super late birthday present for the wonderful @sketchguk​ <3 ily, teresa and i hope you have fun with this one lololol. and thank you endlessly to @taesinferno​ @chateautae​ and @lavienjin for being angel betas! you all mean the world to me and you know i got you if you need anything in return. note 2: ALSO.. thank you all so much for the level of interest bc that taglist was popping. i did not expect that turnout (or to laugh so much at all of your answers and screams LOL) so you gave me incredible motivation to keep writing. i’m also trying something new which you will see if you get to the end. seriously, ty ty!  total word count: 12k drop date: november 16th, 2021, 7:17pm est 20/11/2021 update: also posted on ao3  04/01/2022 update: ⇥ masterlist

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When Yoongi told you he would be there if you needed anything, this isn’t what he had in mind.

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[teenagebountyhunter]

Don’t mind me over here, casually crying about Yoongi being a rock and how life is long and life is short and that nothing matters except what we do with and for others.

Reading this was the best 10 minutes of my day.

Yoongi is a Rock

That’s it. That’s the plot. Yoongi is a rock. Enjoy! :D And Happy Halloween! This is my treat for you!

rock!Yoongi x reader :D fluff a bit of angst a lot of silliness

Word Count 1.3k

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Yoongi is a rock, so he doesn’t have much thought. But perhaps, for a rock, his thoughts are a lot.

Yoongi is a rock, so doesn’t have ears, but he can hear, how the wind whips around his solid rock build. He doesn’t have eyes, but he can see, your smile as you climb the other rocks to be with him for a while. And he doesn’t have a mouth to protest the way you step on his surface, shoes full of dirt as you pull yourself up and lay your body down, but he doesn’t seem to mind, because you’re here with him now.

What Yoongi does have is memories, so many for a rock. He remembers the days it took for his rough edges to smooth, the water that slowly disappeared and left him all alone. Surrounded by fish and then surrounded by nothing.

He remembers the sunlight that filled the water’s absence, the heat he felt for the first time and the trees that grew around him. So many memories, he lived for days and days, not really living, but wearing away. The endlessness, the memories, alone he stayed. He didn’t mind, as a rock, the way time took parts of him away. He didn’t mind for days, until he met you.

When he first met you, you were young and free. Would tumble and play around him, all day in the breeze.

Never near him, always in the soft grassy plain or in the trees, of course you would choose to sit in the softness of the earth. It was not hard, like a rock, like Yoongi, would be.

Until one day you did choose Yoongi, climbing with your small limbs over the terrain until you reached the peak, atop the world, looking down at the sea of green, the same sights Yoongi would see.

You drew on him with chalk, a new look for the rock. He became so much more, a flower, a bee, a face, a home, a heart, your spot, it made him happy. When the rain showered down, and splattered away your heart, he went back to being a rock. But Yoongi was changed, more than he thought.

You came back and you played. And your laughter filled the wind’s silence, and your smile shone brighter than the sun, in Yoongi’s opinion, who lived much longer than you, and knew the sun’s rays much better than you.

Then when you grew a bit older, you found solace at the peak of your world, where Yoongi stayed grounded and reliable, and all yours.

At day time you’d let the sun warm your body, giving Yoongi some shade. And at night time you’d watch the stars, and tell Yoongi about your day. It was a routine, like most of Yoongi's rock life, but became something Yoongi began to look forward to, as a rock with nowhere to go. It was a routine Yoongi didn’t want to let go.

When school started, you talked about your school days, your loneliness, your bullies, and Yoongi longed to grow limbs and follow you back to teach those bullies a lesson, but Yoongi was a rock, and that just wasn’t going to happen.

You worked on your homework, pages and books splayed over and shifting in the wind, groaning over problems, sketching hearts into Yoongi instead, until dinner came and you left Yoongi again.

And Yoongi waited. Because well, as a rock, there was nothing else he could do but wait. And wait, he did. He waited for you.

He waited and watched and waited and heard, for any signs when you’d return.

And one day you brought a boy to your special place, laid down a blanket and talked to him instead of Yoongi. And that boy kissed you, and if Yoongi had a heart, it might have cracked, but his hearts were graphite and chalk, and already washed away, so Yoongi endured, listened to your laughter, happy you came back.

And one day you came running, stood high and screamed, and then cried and cried and cried, lying on your side, for you really had a heart, and in your first heartache all you wanted to do was be alone, on the top of the world, atop the place where it felt like home.

Yoongi felt your tears, it reminded him of the sea, and as you cried he thought, things are not lost forever, and one day you too will see.

And one day you came dancing, your dress blowing in the breeze, and sat again and told him about your life like the days when you were young and Yoongi thought, in all the years he lived as rock, and all the things he’d seen, you were by far the most beautiful creature in the world to him.

You were his rock. His connection to something more than wind and grass and trees, you were a piece of humanity that Yoongi yearned to see.

And one day, it was not you who came, but men in yellow hats and thick boots and metal in their hands. They came back again and again, with larger tools and metal machinery and more and more, and the grass and trees you loved so much were cut down and destroyed, but not Yoongi.

And when you finally came back to Yoongi, eyes filled with shock, you questioned and pleaded with the men to stop, but they had a job to do, and laughed at you, and Yoongi stayed, full of pain at your hurt, and wished he was a man too, so he could protect you.

When the men had gone, you snuck back in, and watched the stars, fearing it will be your last, and wished you were a rock, so you didn’t have to go back. And you told Yoongi about your life with tears in your eyes, and you told him how you missed this place, and wished for things to change. You wished you had come back sooner, protected this place instead.

You stayed all night, looking at the stars, you stayed until you fell asleep, and woke up to machinery and men telling you to leave. Yoongi heard the grinding gears and your cries telling them to stop, and he felt the ground beneath him shake, and everything lifting up.

He wished he could tell you not to cry, not to worry, that it will be alright. Yoongi lived as a rock for years and years, becoming less and less, until you came and made him whole and left him with no regret.

And when Yoongi cracked he thought of you, and when Yoongi broke he thought of you, and when he scattered and turned to sand what was left of him was you.

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“Hey sleepy head. You sleep like a rock.”

Yoongi woke up to your lazy kisses against his cheek. He shuddered awake, eyes adjusting to the sunlight filling your bedroom.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” his voice gruff from sleep, “I just had a strange dream.”

“Hmm okay.” You yawn and hold him closer. “What did you want to do today?”

Yoongi grunts, his fingers finding yours, interlacing them together. “A picnic?”

“Really?” Yoongi smiles at the excitement in your voice, pulling you closer, laying kisses on your forehead, breathing in deep.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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[Now go listen to the Audio Ver. by @voice-over-ff ]

Ever read The Giving Tree? I haven’t read it in so long but it’s a story that I still think about decades later, this is somewhat inspired by it. I am very proud of this silly story, so I am going to log off and try not to take it personally if this doesn’t get a lot of notes lol, but know if you do choose to show your love, it touches me deeply.

So I originally intended this to be a drabble for my story HOAL, you may or may not choose to view it as part of HOAL universe, set in a future we have not gotten to yet in the story lol. <3

[teenagebountyhunter]

I am so late to this party, but man am I glad I made it. This loose retelling of my spring semester freshman year amazing story is SO funny and SO unhinged I could not put it down. The joke/pop culture reference density is high, and I'm so glad I read this while alone because I squealed in delight and laughed out loud more times than I can count.

JK is a menace. OC is also a menace. This supporting cast- so many menaces!! (TAEHYUNG, ARE YOU KIDDING ME, I AM DEAD). OT7 each have very strong, unique voices, and I loved the cameos from other idols throughout.

The general fraternity antics had me rolling. Particularly the very fun mentions of backstory/side plots (the flamingo! pooping in the dishwasher! jello wrestling!). Idk if nostalgic is the right feeling, but it all rang very true to my own experience in this world and was extremely hilarious.

Somehow, between all the silliness, is a very sweet developing central relationship with, like, actual emotional stakes. Even when JK and OC are at odds or being ridiculous, I was still rooting for them. Their rollercoaster is by no means going to rip your heart to shreds, but their relationship has the perfect amount of tension, conflict, and growth. There are also some really genuine friendships that hold everything together, and I loved seeing Namjoon and OC support each other.

Ashley is a genius, and this story was everything I wanted and more.

summary⇢ what’s a girl to do when her sweet, innocent baby lab partner isn’t quite so sweet and innocent? well, he’s a grown-ass man, and you’re about to learn that the hard way. pairing⇢ jungkook/reader word count⇢ 97.1k  rating⇢ 18+ genre⇢ smut | humor | college!au | fuckboi!au | fratboy!au

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↳bonus: hoe chronicles 🤪💦

✨series playlist✨

#i did once date a frat boy with the initials JK #fic recs #what i read on-call #fic: ego #suga-kookiemonster

[teenagebountyhunter]

☁️ MJ's swiftie drabbles ☁️

key: ☁️ fluff | 🌑 angst | 🌟 smut

note: requests are now closed!

completed:

peace ☁️ 🌑 | knj → Would it be enough, if he could never give you peace?

hoax 🌑 | kth → The blue glows brighter, and it’s the only shade you ever want to see: the color of ice, reflecting the sky.

coming soon:

delicate 🌑 🌟 | knj champagne problems 🌑 | jjk question...? 🌑 🌟 | pjm wildest dreams | myg all of the girls you've loved before | ksj enchanted | ksj i knew you were trouble | jjk back to december | ksj sweet nothing | myg come back, be here | myg this love | ksj gold rush | myg cardigan | myg

#the crossover of my dreams #my level of hype for these is through the roof

[teenagebountyhunter]

“Does it matter why Lot’s wife looked back? She looked back because she loved her daughters. She looked back because she loved her home. She looked back because she loved the past. She looked back because she loved the world. Remember Lot’s wife: it’s intended as a warning, but I have adopted it as a creed. When the world burns, I will fill my eyes with as much of it as I possibly can. I can think of no greater honor than to remain on the earth. You are worth turning around for. You are worth transformation. You are the heat that lights the match that lights the hearth that warms me. You are everything.”

— Amelia K., “I: Vision - Eurydice, Mangan’s Sister, & Lot’s Wife”

[teenagebountyhunter]

Violet, I adore you. Thank you for always encouraging me to engage on this hellsite and inviting into the community.

My WIPs are:

Copy of CPEU 2022 ch. 28 (this is Bloom, but when I first started writing I was like "what if my partner sees?" so I gave it a boring document name and kept the naming convention going for a while)

CPEU 2023

Keep Driving

On Service

Set me Free

SUPER! ch. 2

THIS ONE Summer Camp CPEU 2023

Ask me a question! Or don't! You do you!

WIP - Title Game

Thanks @theharrowing for the tag!!

Rules: post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous they are. let people send you an ask 📬 with any titles most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have wips.

AIHS Ch3: My windows ache

BM Ch1: A return

The Bodyguard: FUCK YOU KEVIN COSTNER, CHANGBIN IS HOTTER (yes, that is the actual title of this outline, lol)

What the Moon Saw (actually done but I haven't dropped it yet)

It Had to Be You

Thunder and Pineapple Rum

The House Noona

A Madness Most Discreet

Catch a Falling Star

The fics in italics are non-BTS fics, but multis or other interested parties, please feel free to ask about them!!

tagging: I have too irresponsible a number of wip's to tag someone for every one. I'm sure some of these are going to be double tags, so my apologies in advance, and as always, no pressure!! @borahae-k, @teenagebountyhunter, @reliablemitten @the-boy-meets-evil @gimmethatagustd (@orchidyoonkook I know you are a one-project-at-a-time kind of gal, but I'll tag you in case you have anything you're working on that you'd like to share) 💕

[teenagebountyhunter]

!!!!!!!

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my goal on this bitch of an earth is to make people happy and make art that sucks

[teenagebountyhunter]

Violet, you are going to keep my TBR list full with all these future projects!

Here are all the current WIPs. Idk if you could really call most of them WIPs- mostly, these are open google docs where I jot notes down after I see a writing prompt I like, but who knows what they'll become:

Copy of CPEU 2022 (lol this is Bloom, ch. 1-27 on AO3)

CPEU 2023 (Bloom follow-up, should I ever finish Bloom, feat. MYG)

THIS ONE Summer Camp 2023 CPEU (unrelated to the above works, feat. KNJ)

On Service (my head cannon of "what if Bangtan were doctors")

SUPER! (based on this prompt, ch. 1 on AO3)

Keep Driving (based on this prompt feat KNJ)

Set me Free (based on this prompt)

Multiverse Manager

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WIP Ask Meme

RULES: Post the names of the files of any WIP folder you feel like sharing; it doesn’t matter how non-descriptive or ridiculous it is. Let people send you asks with the title(s) that intrigue them, and then post a snippet or tell them something about it. 

I’ll start, shall I?

Tagging: @akirakurusuimagines, @dragonsinkwell, @aunclassynerd, @askkrisachan. 

#thank you violet #violetsiren

[teenagebountyhunter]

Today, I was a totally normal human being and cried a little when I saw that not only had all my dreams come true and that another soulmate fic a la Never Let Me Go/Love at First Touch/Turbulence had been posted, but also that Violet said something incredibly nice about my story.

And then I cried a little more when the story was like "and Namjoon has Stage IV liver cancer."

I am SO EXCITED for this. Chapter 1, and we're already out here thinking about choices and free will and relationship between soul bonds and health how bonded pairs work romantically vs. platonically and the mishandling of personal health information and and and !!!!! I feel like this work is going to ask and answer a lot of questions that other touch soul bond fics haven't explored yet, and I can't wait to see the unique perspective Violet brings to it all!

All I Haven't Said | Namjoon/Reader

Pairing: Namjoon/Reader (afab)

Genre: Soulmate AU; idol AU; chapter fic; strangers to lovers; a bit of idiots to lovers, tbh; slow burn; eventual romance; eventual smut; angst (life is messy & hearts are complex); OT7 featured

Summary: You found your soulmate - or rather, he found you. Turns out he's a very rich and powerful man who needs you for very real and unglamorous reasons. What could become of two hearts so used to giving of themselves when they are confronted with needing each other?

Warnings: 18+ (minors, dni), realistic depictions of cancer and cancer treatment; mention of unfeatured character death (previous to plot); emotional health growth and development; eventual smut; feelings and dealing with feelings (no, but seriously, so many feelings)

Author's Note: First and foremost - Blame Me chapter 1 will still be tentatively dropping by the end of the week. However, this just literally wrote itself last night after a couple of drinks and several streams of Lonely 💔. It was the thing that just poured out of me and could not be stopped. It's been simmering in the back of my brain for a while, and so, now that it's out here, I'm going to be posting it in tandem with Blame Me, probably on alternate weeks (if I can manage it, 😅). I want to give credit to those whose works I have read which have come to set the stage for my concept of the soulmate au, and who are far my betters in creative artistry: Matchy, author of balls-to-the-walls masterpiece Trip No Further, Fallencairns, author of lovely work of art Turbulence, and @teenagebountyhunter , to whom I dedicate this work 💜 the author of the ineffably beautiful Namjoon soulmate fic Bloom (RUN to read this immediately) - the inspiration for what is to humbly follow below. If you're checking this out, thanks a million for reading, and please don't be shy in offering feedback should you be so inclined! (Baby fic writer here, constructive criticism always welcome!)

Without further ado, chapter one is under the cut.

P.S. Tag list is open. If you want in, let me know. 😊

P.P.S. In case no one has told you today, you're loved and worthy of love. 🧜💜

“When your hands leap towards mine, love, what do they bring me in flight? Why did they stop at my lips, so suddenly, why do I know them, as if once before, I have touched them, as if, before being, they traveled my forehead, my waist?”

~ Pablo Neruda

Chapter 1: The Cure

Diana dipped another three fries in ketchup and popped them into her mouth.

"So, what do you need to talk about that has you desperate enough to buy me lunch?" She smiled smugly and sipped and her milkshake. You hadn't touched the burger in front of you, even if you probably should be absolutely relishing in it, considering your future prospects. You picked up a sweet potato fry and stared at it absently.

"I found my soulmate," you stated flatly. Diana's jaw dropped mid-chew, unpleasantly framing the masticated remains of a mouthful of turkey club.

"Wait, are you serious?" she pressed, round hazel eyes wide and unblinking. You dipped the fry down into the little cup of ranch and swirled it around slowly.

"Actually, he found me. Well, his people found me," you continued. 

"Huh? So is he some kind of a big deal - wait...they found you? What does that even mean? Wait, no - you have a soulmate?!" You smiled ruefully. It was kind of nice to see someone else freaking out about it for a change. You had known your little sister would react strongly, which is why you had waited until now give her the news. "Y/n, ANSWERS," Diana demanded leaning forward to flick your forehead. 

"Ow!" you protested, rubbing the throbbing spot on your brow. "Keep your pants on, geez!" You sighed. After having relayed this story to your mom, your doctor, a specialist, legal advisory, your best friend, your brother and his wife, and your very disappointed boss, you had gotten pretty good telling it. Yet, somehow, each time the burden of it's truth felt a little heavier. You ate the fry. It was pretty good. You wished it had sucked so it wouldn't be one more edible thing you missed the prospect of.

"So apparently, a couple of years ago a university in Switzerland found a way to match soulmates using DNA testing. Don't ask me about the exact science of it - I do not understand it. What I do know is that it's illegal to use this technology to locate your soulmate in the US."

"Why?" Diana had abandoned her food and was listening with rapt attention.

"Something about privacy rights. Though they've dealt with that issue in Switzerland - people interested in finding their soulmates join a biological registry. I'm sure our government is just waiting to find a way that big pharma can exploit it before they facilitate the process. Anyway, somehow, I ended up in a foreign registry. I guess there is a black market for soulmate data..."

"Oh my god, could I be on the black market?" Diana gasped, slapping her hands over her mouth.

"I guess anyone could, provided they've ever been treated at a hospital, or given blood, or anything of the sort...but calm down! It doesn't even matter unless you have a match, which is rare."

"So he found you on the black market?! That's so fucking sketchy, Y/n."

"It was his company, actually. I got a visit from representatives of an organization called Hybe. They are some kind of South Korean entertainment conglomerate. One of their employees, a musician, is dying of cancer. Seeing if he had a soulmate was a last-ditch effort to save his life. Now everything is banking on me and my cooperation." You flicked your eyes up to your sister. Her expression had morphed into something far more somber.

"Heavy..." she whispered. You nodded. "What are you gonna do?" You took a bite of your burger. She wasn't going to like your answer. Diana's face changed again, this time registering alarm and indignation. "No," she murmured, "No, Y/n. You're just gonna do it, aren't you? You're gonna go be the fucking hero! You're going to traipse off to Korea and save his sketchy, ungrateful ass!" She stood up, her chair screeching back over the concrete and drawing the attention of other diners on the patio. You glanced around apologetically.

"Diana, sit down! And how do you know if he's grateful or not?!" you hissed.

"No!" she countered defiantly, yanking her hand away from where you had reached for it. "You always do this! You never, ever think of yourself. And now you'll be gone forever...is this even safe?" Tears had started to well up in her eyes, and the glances around you had turned into stares and whispers. You stood up and pulled her into a hug.

"Hey, hey, it's okay! Lets get out of here and I can answer all of your questions, alright?" She sniffled.

"Okay. But you're not leaving me." You smiled and huffed out a laugh pulling her toward the parking lot.

You had anticipated that Diana would disapprove of your decision, and it being as difficult a situation as it was, you had decided to make all the arrangements and choices necessary before telling her. She loved you so fiercely, she would have watched the world burn before letting you break a nail, if she could help it. After your father's death nearly twenty years ago, you had become protector and provider to Diana and your younger brother Henry, three years her senior, in ways your sensitive and unworldly mother seemed unequipped to shoulder. If they had both not been so established and secure in the trajectory of their adult lives, you would have made it clear to Hybe that you regrettably had nonnegotiable responsibilities right where you were. But Henry was settled into a suburb with a lovely wife and year-old daughter, Diana was set to finish undergrad and head off to nursing school, and the deal with Hybe had actually allowed you to leverage for your Mom's retirement, so you were boarding a flight to Korea next week to take on a new set of cares and concerns.

You tossed your keys on the table on your way into your apartment and collapsed onto your comfy red couch. While Diana rooted around your fridge and loudly complained about the lack of hard seltzer, you sorted through the mail and made a mental note to add a forwarding address on a few of your accounts and subscriptions, including the one supplying you with Nightwing comics. You set the mail aside and took a moment to look around you. You loved your little apartment. The kitchen was small, but the big window with the spider plant hanging in it made it one of your favorite rooms - the herb garden on the counter and the fully stocked bar above the fridge did nothing to make you like it any less. The earthy brown walls of the living space were littered with shelves full of candles and living plants and quirky curios, and in and amongst them hung framed watercolors of flowers and herbs that you had painted yourself. The record player sat at the ready in the corner by the wall dedicated almost exclusively to books and vinyl. There was a small tv over the stone-lined fireplace. Over your shoulder your soft, queen sized bed with sheer canopy cozily called your named from the single bedroom. The whole place smelled like citrus and cinnamon. In every corner, there was you. It was going to be hard to leave the hobbit hole you had so lovingly curated for yourself over the last half-a-decade...especially since you wouldn't be going "there and back again", but just...there. Diana plopped down next to you,  breaking your reverie.

"So, you're NOT going, but tell me about the huge mistake you ALMOST made," Diana prompted as she side-eyed you, taking a sip of the wine she had poured herself. You set the comic book you had been thumbing through aside and drew your knees up to your chest as you swiveled to face her impatient stare.

"Last week, a these three people showed up at my door, two men and a woman, and they said they were from a company called Hybe based in South Korea. One of their employees, a singer named Kim Namjoon, has stage 4 liver cancer. I guess they caught it pretty late in the game, so even the most aggressive treatments aren't doing much good. Back in April the doctor gave him two months to live."

"Damn," Diana interjected softly.

"Yeah, that's why all of this is happening so fast. He needs me as soon as I can get there."

"We need you, too," she whispered, reaching out to loop her finger into the top of your sock. You smiled affectionately.

"I know, Di, but you're a grown woman now and you can take care of yourself. You're going to have to and I know you can. Life really won't be that different - you'll be off to school in San Diego anyway! Most of our hangouts were going to be over Facetime...now you'll just have an excuse for a little international travel." She heaved a stuttering sigh.

"Speaking of travel...Johnny broke up with me," she mumbled. Your mouth hung open in shock.

"Oh my god, Di, I'm so sorry! Why didn't you tell me?" She downed her remaining wine and stared into the empty glass, twirling it between her fingers.

"I was gonna, but when I told mom last week she said to wait to talk to you about it because you were dealing with something stressful. Now I know what she meant." You shook your head.

"Ugh, Mom..." Your sweet, nonconfrontational mother, while you loved her deeply, was a horrible communicator. Whenever she got involved things like this always ended up worse. You looked at your sister twiddling with her wine glass. She looked so small. And Diana, while she exuded many things, very rarely seemed diminutive. You grabbed her and pulled her to you, and she instantly snuggled into your chest. "I'm sorry you've had to hold that in all this time," You said softly, stroking her hair, "You really could have told me. How are you doing? Was it bad?" She shook her head against you.

"Nah, it wasn't so bad. He's going to travel before starting grad school and wants to 'sow some wild oats'," she answered, flashing air quotes. You couldn't see her face, but the acerbic nature of her tone told you just exactly what she thought of that concept. You snickered. Atta' girl. You'd never liked that guy much, anyway.

"What an asshole," you remarked.

"Yeah, he better not hit me up in a couple of months when he's done fucking his way through Europe."

"Fuuuuuck that," you commiserated. 

"Yeah, so I thought this summer would be our last hurrah. You know, no guys, just you and me...like old times" Diana mumbled in a voice that was all sulking and bottom lip. 

"Ahhh," you said with a smile, "So that's why you are so disappointed. Well, we still have a few days - we can make the most of them!" Diana lifted her head from your chest and glared up at you.

"Boys ruin everything!" She whined. You smirked softly.

"Usually I would agree with you, but the one I'm leaving for seems kind of decent, actually." Diana frowned.

"How do you know? Did he call you or something? Wait, you never finished telling me your story!" You hummed in assent.

"I mean, there's not much more to tell. I agreed to move out there to bond with him and begin treatment. I signed a really basic contract that will be revised when he is well enough to think about the future - or in a year, whichever comes first. They were pretty quick to meet my terms, I guess they didn't really have much choice since I was the one holding the all the cards."

"What does any of that have to do with him being a good guy?"

"Oh," you blinked, "It doesn't. You see, when they met with me they talked a lot about him. It was almost like a job interview or something. They talked about his accomplishments, his net worth, the importance of his work, and his worthiness as a person. One of the guys was actually one of his bandmates, and he had come specifically as a character reference. They had initially wanted me to sign the contract right there and then - and let me tell you, that kid they brought with them almost convinced me with his giant puppy eyes alone - but in the end I had asked for forty-eight hours to consult legal advisory and think it over. The first thing I did when they left was look him up. You actually probably already know who he is - I think I might have been the only person in the world who didn't. Have you ever heard of BTS?" Diana jumped back like she'd been stung, clutching her chest.

"Are you about to tell me that your soulmate is a member of the biggest band in the world?" she whispered, her eyes impossibly wide. You smirked. 

"Not just a member, Di...their leader." Diana shrieked, leaping up off the couch.

"RM??? Your soulmate is RM???" You sister stared at you, agape, while you threw your hands up in indignation.

"I was the only person!"

"Oh my god..." Diana staggered back, demeanor having deviated sharply from disapproval to elation, "My roommate is obsessed with them! She has all these posters - but her favorite, I'm sorry, her bias, is Suga...holy shit, I can't WAIT to tell her she's gonna-"

"Diana," you interrupted her firmly, and her eyes shot up to you.

"Yeah?"

"You can't tell anyone." Her face fell as she leaned back against the wall beside the fireplace. Clearly this was going to be even more of an emotional roller-coaster for her than it was for you, you thought in amusement. Typical.

"Everyone who I tell has to sign a gag order. You included." Diana slid down the wall into a slump and knocked her head back.

"This situation keeps harshing my vibes, dude," she whined.

"Well, I'm exceedingly sorry about your vibes, but I'm sure they'll recover," you rejoined sardonically.

"But woah, Y/n, your boyfriend is hot. And rich. And super famous. Your wedding is going to be fucking LIT..." 

"Woah, Nellie!" You cut her off, waving your hands as if you usher her train of thought into the landing strip of sanity.  "Slow. Down. Wedding?? What happened to 'sketchy, ungrateful ass'?! He is NOT my boyfriend. He's supposedly my soulmate. According to some Swiss pseudoscience. We haven't even bonded yet. And if we do in fact bond, that doesn't mean we're a couple." Diana popped her head up and fixed you with the most incredulous of stares.

"Um, excuse me...soulmates have to touch each other to survive. And I heard that the soulmate connection is better than sex. You're telling me you have the opportunity, nay, the duty, to be up in the business of one of the sexiest men alive, and you're just gonna platonically kick it for the next seventy years?" You rolled your eyes.

"I mean, if that's what he wants - if that's what I want. Soulmates doesn't automatically equate lovers. I've been reading about people's experiences and there are some soulmates who bond platonically. Some people are already with romantic partners when they meet. Some don't share a sexual orientation that makes them compatible as lovers..."

"Oh my god, Y/n, could you please not kill the sexy by going all nerd on this?" She asked you in exasperation as her finger swiped at her phone screen. Suddenly she shoved the phone out toward you, while tapping frantically with a neon yellow acrylic nail on the image she had summoned. She was saying something humorous and complaintive but you weren't listening. You were looking at the man in the photo. You hadn't seen this one in your superficial search-engine dives. It was a headshot. His hair was a light brown, full at the top and styled away from his face. His skin was darker than in many of the other images you had seen, emanating a beautiful golden glow. He was smiling just enough for his right dimple to softly grace his cheek. He features were strong, masculine, and incredibly handsome. All of that was already striking, but his eyes, oh, his eyes - they were staring directly at the camera, irises only half visible under his lidded gaze, warm and sincere, so incredibly intense. The hair stood up on the back of your neck and your breath caught in your chest in spite of you. You closed your eyes and sucked in a breath. You needed to calm down. He was just a person. Good looking? Yes. Charismatic? Obviously. But you had a job to do, and no time to screw around with schoolgirl daydreams. He probably had a girlfriend. No, definitely, he definitely had one. And hey, he was just a person, like you. No need to be star struck...Diana had been continuing her rant, completely unaware of being ignored, when she had let out a high pitched squeal of laughter. "Oh my god...oh my god!" She shrieked.

"What?" You snapped, your hormone-wrestling train of thought cut off abruptly. She stared at you, lips pressed together as if she was trying to contain more loud giggles.

"What??" You demanded impatiently, your limit for her antics very swiftly approaching.

"RM. K-pop superstar, probably one of the coolest people ever born, gets YOUR dorky ass as a soulmate, HAH!" "Hey!" you deflated, unimpressed with what she considered to be so vastly comical.

"Oh that poor man!" she pushed dramatically, "That poor, poor man. You're the least graceful, geekiest person in the western hemisphere. What will you even talk about? Good thing you don't speak Korean, you'd probably bore him to death! Shit, at least you're pretty..." You folded your arms over your chest defensively.

"Hilarious. But actually, he's fluent in English. And I read somewhere that he likes art..."

"Y/n, he's rich," she interrupted condescendingly, "All rich people like art. It's a huge flex to own an original. If I was a billionaire I'd 'like art' too. Oh my god, I just can't believe this is happening. Like he's crazy famous..."

"And very, very sick," you reminded her softly. Her expression fell into something contrite.

"Oh, shit, I forgot," she murmured.

"I'm glad you're excited for me, Di. It really made me feel a lot better about the whole situation seeing you get some kind of joy out of it. But I can't stress enough that this isn't a fairytale. Who knows how he feels about resorting to this. I guarantee you this is as hard for him as it is for me."

Diana crossed over to the couch and skooched in next to you.

"All jokes aside, he's lucky to have you, Y/n. You love at a thousand percent. Even if you guys just end up being soul-buddies, or whatever, he hit the jackpot," she smiled at you, that sweet smile that made you rethink everything for one split second. Now it was your turn to try to hold back tears. "I'm gonna miss you," she murmured, "But I respect what you're doing."

"Now that he's famous?" You prodded with a teasing smile.

"Yeah, now that he's famous," she conceded. You pulled her into a hug. The silence that hung around you was pregnant but comfortable. Diana finally broke it with a soft question.

"So you're really going to give your whole life away for a total stranger next week?" she whispered.

"Mmhm," you hummed somberly into her hair.

"Why you always gotta be like Dad?" A familiar lump began to form in your throat, but you swallowed it back. You always did. And Diana fell asleep in your lap one last time. You stroked her hair as you thought back, rather emotionally exhausted, over your conversation. It seemed like people thought of the soulmate connection as some kind of miracle. You didn't believe in those. People made choices, and those choices governed reality. You had just made the biggest choice of your life, and if it was like any of the other roads you had taken, it would require much of you. 

***************************

The following day was your last at work. Your coworkers had greeted you with pizza, cake, flowers, and hugs. It was touching to realize how much you would be missed. Your boss, Shauna, hovered as you gathered you belongings from your desk. 

"Damn it to hell, I'm gonna miss you!" She mourned for the umpteenth time. You smiled as you tucked your little philodendron into the box, placing it next to the canvas speckled with daisies that read "You Matter" in curly green letters. 

"You have an amazing team here, you guys will do great," you insisted, patting her hand where she leaned on your desk.

"Um, a great team of people you trained!" she said, consoling herself with a swipe of frosting from what had once been a beautiful red velvet cake with white buttercream. You leaned beside her on the desk, joining her in sadly picking at the dessert remains. After you had graduated with your degree in social work, you had landed an internship in a program which Shauna was running. The two of you quickly discovered you had similar passions and community goals, and the following year had left the program to start Magnolia Village, a one-stop shop for women's services sadly unprecedented in your area. While the startup had been rough, your passionate duo had believed in the need and refused to say die, and from your mutual blood, sweat, and tears had blossomed a cornerstone of the local community. Over the years it had grown and extended its reach to thousands in need of support. Many of the staff were women who had first come through the door seeking services, and were now your partners in providing the aid they had found empowering in their hour of need. You were immensely proud of what the two of you had built, but leaving the Village was bittersweet, as you were more confident than ever that it had grown into a well-oiled machine powered by lovely, capable people who could keep it going at full tilt without you.

"This place basically built itself, we just propped up the scaffolding," you remarked, glancing around the building fondly - what had once been a residential fixer-upper was now a cozy space of offices, a nurse's station, six emergency beds, sanitation services, and a food pantry

"Bitch, you know very well that I am the bulldozer and you are the heart and soul of this place. We are going to feel it when you leave. You better come back and visit us. Mirabell is going to do a good job filling your shoes, though. Watching her step up to the plate has been something else." 

"It has" you nodded, "She's going to kick ass. You might just forget I was ever here by the end of next week." Shauna turned uncharacteristically tearful eyes toward you.

"I will never forget you," she choked. Then suddenly you were being crushed in a bear hug. You returned her embrace until you thought you might actually pass out from lack of oxygen.

"Okay, I love you, but I'm about to asphyxiate!" you wheezed, slapping her on the shoulder.

She let you go, but grabbed your arm and looked at you seriously. "I want you to promise me one thing," she said, holding your gaze. You cocked your head to the side. Shauna released your arm to clasp both your hands in hers. "I want you to promise me that when you get to Korea, you find something that you're gonna do for yourself." You started to respond but she stopped you. "Something for yourself. It doesn't matter what it is, but it can't be for your soulmate, or your family, or anyone else however deserving...just you, okay?" You looked at her quizzically.

"I do stuff for me..." 

"Don't get swallowed up, baby girl. Find someone to ground you, to remind you that you're worth more than what you have to offer." You scoffed.

"I'd like to see someone try and swallow me..."

"Y/n,"

"What?"

"Promise me."

"Okay," you nodded, "I promise."

Shauna squeezed your hands, then went back to chipping away at the mass of red crumbs and buttercream.

A little twinge of worry twisted in the pit of your stomach. You were strong. Resilient. No one could bounce back like you, could survive like you. People knew this - they had been telling you so since you were ten years old. So why was everyone acting like you were being cast out to sea without a life preserver? 

*****************************

You had spent the weekend with your family. Henry and Mercedes had even driven down, Elena in tow, to have one last Sunday dinner and see you off to the airport. Hugs and tears and small parting gifts had made leaving even harder than you had imagined. When you finally boarded the plane your eyes were red and your head was throbbing. After the plane had gained enough altitude to allow you to unfasten your seat-belt, you had slipped into the restroom to rinse your face. You returned, plopping down next to the man who would accompany you during your first few days of transition.

"I'm getting booze when they wheel it by, Matt, so don't try to stop me," you huffed, gesticulating in mild threat with the book you had extracted from your carry-on at the suited figure sitting in the window seat. The handsome older gentleman smiled, not lifting his eyes from the copy of the Korean Herald in his hands.

"Wouldn't dream of it," he responded, flipping a large, thin page. Matt Anders had been many things to you in life. Before you were born, he had been your father's best friend. He had been the best man at your parent's wedding. He and his wife, Rebecca, had cared for you and your siblings during your mother's sanitarium stay. He had tutored you for the SAT score that had earned you a full ride to the university that had saddled you with a BS in social work and minor in English literature. Today, he was your attorney. Matt, who had an IQ of 146, had learned basic Korean so that he could translate for you and make sure that your interests were looked after as you settled in. Having him there made you feel one hundred percent more secure about the process. He, for instance, had been the one in negotiations to ask for the very cush business-class fight accommodations you were new settling into.

        "Whatever you would do for him, you'll do for her. I want an equality of treatment clause added with no addendums."

You smiled to yourself as you remembered his exchange with the Hybe's representation. He had asked for things you would have never asked for yourself, and you felt better having access to them knowing that he felt you were deserving. The flight attendant sweetly asked if you would require any refreshments. You asked for two whiskey and cokes, and handed one over to the man beside you. You took a long, refreshing sip.

"Damn it, I wish I had appreciated food more," you sighed, looking ruefully at your glass.

"What are you going to miss the most?" Matt asked before sampling his own beverage.

"Cheese. I can't believe I'm saying that, but in the end I just love cheese. And there are so many kinds I haven't tried. Do you know there's this Italian cheese that comes in the shape of a pear? It's super expensive because of the breed of cow the milk is sourced from. It's supposedly suuuuper creamy. But, hey, now I'll never know if it's as rich and complex as they say..." you took another sip of your drink.

"Caciocavallo Podolico," Matt remarked casually, returning to his newspaper.

"Excuse me?"

"The cheese you described, it's called Caciocavallo Podolico," he reiterated.

"You know, I should be used to it now, but I'm not. Don't think I'll ever be. How on earth do you know this stuff?" you insisted incredulously.

"Read it once," he shrugged, "And it's actually pretty famous as far as cheeses go."

"Catch-a-vayo Picadillo..." you murmured.

"No," Matt interjected succinctly. "Anything you want to go over again? We have the time, Lord knows." You sighed.

"Can't think of anything right now. What did you think of the list of questions I sent you?" 

"Very good," he nodded, "I'll be adding a few of my own, that I think should come from me, if you don't mind." You swirled the ice in your plastic cup.

"Of course not. Thanks again for coming with me, I'd be pretty lost without you." Matt smiled at you again, reaching over to squeeze your arm.

"You'd do just fine. But you would be flying coach." You smirked and cracked open your book. As you flipped to your marked page, a colorful, sturdy rectangle of paper fluttered to the ground at Matt's feet. He reached down and picked it up, regarding it with a curious eye before you could snatch it quickly away and tuck it back between the pages of My Antonia.

"New bookmark?" he queried.

"Something like that," you murmured. You thought he might press you further about the Hangul characters he had surely noted on the back, but just then the captain's voice crackled over the intercom reiterating the weather conditions in Seoul and you took the opportunity to bury your nose back between the pages. You glanced clandestinely over at Matt, who had settled back into the Korean Herald, before pulling the little watercolor card from between the pages where it had been hurriedly concealed. Your eyes traced over the purple clematis trailing elegantly across the illustration as you wondered if 12 hours was, in fact, a millisecond or an eternity.

-End Ch. 1-

[teenagebountyhunter]

#if everything I read from here on our was friends to lovers #or even enemies to lovers #i’d die happy

friends to lovers never had a bad track. “scared i’ll ruin what we have” SLAPS. “friendship cuddles while secretly dying inside” BANGER. “teasing each other and holding eye contact for a little too long” KILLS ME. and don’t even get me STARTED on “screaming i love you in the middle of a heated argument.”

[teenagebountyhunter]

#please give me 3-5 business days to wrap my head around this album #I have no coherent or original thoughts #but this is the vibe

[teenagebountyhunter]

I think the best things in life are the things you could never even imagine, so I love a fic where the author's like "oh, I had this fun little idea for a one-shot," and then all the sudden, that idea spins into a whole 30,000 word thing. JK is so cocky, and the chemistry between these two is through the roof. Ana is so good at keeping the tension high, whether they're in the same room together or halfway across the world from each other.

masterlist: airplane, pt. 2

jungkook jeon stole six million dollars. it’s your job to bring him home.  but finding him – and keeping him in one place is not that simple. then shit gets weird.

Chapter One: ICN –> LAX

Chapter Two: San Juan

Chapter Three: Koreatown

Chapter Four: Los Angeles

Chapter Five: Home

Chapter Six: Epilogue

#fic rec #jungkook x reader #fic: ap2 #what i read on vacation #xjoonchildx

[teenagebountyhunter]

bloom is such a soothing and lovely written fic 😭 do you have any plans to continue it

You are too kind friend!

The short answer is: Plans? Yes. Any sort of timeline? No. It's outlined, most of it's written, and every time look at it, I delete half of it and decide it doesn't feel right. I realized recently that it's been a year I've been posting, so my new vibe is "whatever direction I take this story in is the right direction, and done is better than perfect."

What I can offer instead:

If you, like me, are a fan of this specific flavor of soulmate trope, here are all the fics I've found that stem from Mindheist's Never Let Me Go (RIP). They all link to AO3 unless otherwise noted, and they are listed in publication order. I've read the ones with *

Love at First Touch by bagelswrites [Jimin]*

Soulmate Bonded: Jungkook x Reader feat. Namjoon by minxy_keys [Jungkook feat Namjoon]- this links to wattpad. The story is also on AO3, but wattpad has more chapters

Airplane Mode by orphan account [Hoseok]

Turbulence by orpahn account (fallincarins) [Yoongi]*

By Accident by Nigihayami (Kohaku_xx) [Taehyung- in progress]

Take My Hands Now by RemindMeAgain [Jungkook, but also Namjoon- in progress]

Bloom by Teenagebountyhunter (this is me) [Namjoon]

Trip No Further by matchy9393 [Yoongi]*

The Two Who Found Our Destiny by PurpleMoonFlower [Jimin]

Soul on Fire by @vyduan [Seokjin- in progress]*

All I Haven't Said by @violetsiren90 [Namjoon-in progress]*

And if you, like me, are a sloot for Kim Namjoon stories, here are a few that I read or revisited in the last year (thought not necessarily posted within the last year) and enjoyed, alphabetical order:

Captive (#3) by smashin [Namjoon/Reader CEO AU, a one-shot in two parts]

I’m going to be (12,500 miles) by bazooka [Namjoon/Jimin, red string of fate soulmates- in progress, basically complete]

Love: A How-to Guide by orpahn_account (fallincarins) [Namjoon/Reader, strangers to friends to lovers (tbd) in college- discontinued]

New and Resplendent Colors by platinumtangerine [Namjoon/Reader who is an artist]

Sanctuary Between Worlds by GraphiteFox [Namjoon/Yoongi/Reader mafia AU]

Second Heart by RM091294 [Namjoon/Reader, JUST TRUST ME, THIS IS MAYBE THE BEST THING I READ THIS YEAR]

Substance by RM091294 [Namjoon/Reader who is also an art conservator]

Verified Amateurs [ONLINE NOW] by beebalm [Namjoon/Yoongi, friends to lovers]

Honorable mentions (Namjoon makes appearance, but is not the primary love interest):

Bona Fides by RM091294 [Jimin/Reader with a sprinkle of Namjoon/Reader who is a spy, seriously, just go read her whole back catalogue]

Proscenium by automnesleaves [Namjoon/Yoongi/Reader lover/friend triangle who are all teachers, the softest]

Speaking of the End by oh_hey_tae [JK/everyone, magic and curses, you don't even meet Namjoon until 66% in, but I love him, in progress(?)]

The Road to You by @bonvoyagenoona [Everyone/Reader (not all at once) who is on a journey of self-discovery, the Joon chapter breaks my heart a little]