Boy With Luv
Boy With Luv
Note: I found this prompt on Pinterest and it sounded promising. The first person that came to my mind was Yoongi. So I wrote a fan fiction about him. A little reminder that it is totally fictional. The character I made has nothing to do with the real Min Yoongi. Anyway, I hope you like it.
Fandom: BTS Pairing: Min Yoongi x Female reader Genre: Fluff and Angst Warning: Implication of self-harm, slight swearing, little drinking. Word Count: 3k Words
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“WHAT? It’s already 8:45?” I needed to hurry or I’d miss my 9 a.m. English class. I jumped out of my bed and changed my clothes as quickly as I could. I sprinted out of my house checking my watch to found that it was already 9.
A trip from the bus stand to my college took almost 15 more minutes. I started to run once I got down from the bus. I was breathing heavily when I opened the door to my class.
“We’ve already discussed about our new project, dear. Since, you’re late, your partner will explain it to you. Mr. Min Yoongi, as you’re the only one left without a partner, you two may pair up.” The professor announced.
I was too shocked to give any reaction while Yoongi just nodded. Every other seats were already taken. So I had to go sit on the back with this guy called Min Yoongi. The whole class went on in a blur. I glanced at my partner twice. He seemed to be really absorbed at whatever he was writing on his notes.
First, let me put some words about Min Yoongi. He was majoring in Music and we only had English course together. He looked very intimidating. I never saw him talk with anyone unless it was necessary. The only time he talked to me was when I was with my best friend discussing about our plans for a sleepover and he told me I was being too loud to be on the library. Since then, I tried to avoid him at all cost.
But now, he was my partner for the English project, whatever it was. I was already too nervous to approach him about the matter.
Once the class was over, he said to me, while packing his bag, “We have to write ‘Daily Words of Affirmation’ to each other for the next five days.”
“Huh?” was the only thing that came out of my mouth.
“The group project?” he raised his eyebrows.
“Oh right,” I said, “the group project. So, I have to write something positive to you from when exactly?”
“From today.” He headed to the door. “And also,” he turned back, “You can write a hand written note or send me via email, whatever way you’re comfortable with.” And he was gone.
“So, that’s it?” I thought to myself, “No other instructions? Can’t he just sit and talk like a normal person do when they do group projects?” I was getting really annoyed at this guy by then. What could I possibly write when I couldn’t even find anything good about him?
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My hair looked like a mess as I repeatedly ran my hand through them. “Oh, come on! Think like a mature person. Everybody has some good aspects about them.” I forced myself to think of something nice. The fact that by the end of the week we had to submit our interaction to our professor was more frustrating.
As I didn’t know him very well, I thought about writing something about his appearance instead. What was I going to write anyway? It wasn’t like I found him very attractive or something.
I closed my eyes and tried to imagine his face. For some reason he looked like a cat to me. I smiled to myself, “Fine! I’ll write that.” I hoped he’d take that as a compliment.
“You look like a cat.” I typed on my laptop. It sounded too rude. I tried to think of a creative way to put it. I typed again.
“Though lazy, cats are really skillful in hunting. Somehow, your face reminds me of a cat. Can’t wait to find out what you’re good at!”
I was really satisfied with whatever I wrote. Before I could send it, I got an email from Yoongi first.
“With or without glasses, your eyes are the most appealing bit on your face (that’s my personal opinion).”
I was taken aback. I couldn’t picture Min Yoongi writing me that. Also, his message sounded better as a Words-of-Affirmation than mine. I still couldn’t think of a decent thing to say. So without working myself up I sent my message.
Before going to bed I went to the bathroom to wash my face as a part of the night routine. I took off my glasses and stared into my eyes in the mirror. The last time someone told me that my eyes were beautiful was in grade 8. That was before I started wearing glasses.
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I was prepared to talk to Min Yoongi the next day. I needed to find out something to write this time. It was so frustrating last night that I finally built up my courage to get acquainted with this seemingly rude guy.
We didn’t have English class that day. So I texted him to meet me at the cafeteria whenever he could. After waiting for what seemed like an eternity he texted back, “Come to the library.”
“Oh God! That library again. Does this guy even think about other people’s conveniences?” But it seemed like I had no other choice. I was determined to ace that English course no matter what. So, burying my ego I went to the library.
He was sitting at the far corner, his usual place. I got closer and saw that he was reading ‘The Alchemist’ by Paulo Coelho. That caught my attention and I spoke up without hesitation, “I read that book last month.”
Yoongi glanced at me once and got back to reading again. I sat beside him. I tried to take the conversation further, “They say this book helps you to find your true destiny. But I guess I was too caught up with All-thing-is-one stuff to notice that.”
“Don’t worry.” He said turning a page, “Some people read with their eyes and not their minds.”
“Excuse me?” I felt offended, “did you just consider me as one of those people?’
He shrugged his shoulder while still keeping his eyes on the book. As a book lover his words felt like an insult to me. Why on earth did I end up being partnered up with a guy like him on a project like this?
I decided it was time to be frank, “Listen here, Mr. Min Yoongi. I wanted to talk to you only because I felt it was necessary to know you better. You know, for the project?”
“Yes, I know.” He shut his book close and stared at me. His eyes looked cold. It felt like he was daring me to say something more. Something I was desperately wanting to throw at him.
The next moment I saw something else in those eyes. But I couldn’t figure it out then. I turned to go away when I heard him say under his breath, “Because no one in their right mind would want to know me.”
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What could he mean by that? It ought to sound like a threat. But I felt like it was a cry for help. The more I got to know him, the more mysterious he was getting.
At least I was relieved. Because by then, I had already figured out what to write to him next.
“There’s hope for you because you read with your mind and not just the eyes.”
I wrote that thinking he was clever enough to see the sarcasm in it while our professor would have no clue, being unaware of the whole situation. I sent the message and went on about my day.
I got his email at midnight. I immediately opened it.
“You’re a natural optimistic, always seeing the beauty in the ugliest of places.”
I pondered over his words. If he really meant whatever he wrote, that would mean he had took enough time to put some serious thoughts about me.
“That’s for the project only, you silly!” I told myself.
As I went to bed, his face appeared in front of me. The way he looked at me when he said, “Yes, I know!” I felt like I knew the second expression on his face, “Was it, perhaps, sadness?”
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I texted him again the next morning, “Are you busy? If not, let’s meet again.” I had thought about his last message to me. It was rather a compliment. I was truly an optimist. My father once told me it was a strength to hold onto. So, I decided I would not let that go so easily just because some guy was trying to act tough.
I got a reply, “Actually yes, I’m kinda busy. Currently working on my new music.” After a second, another message popped up, “Sorry about it. Maybe we can meet at evening?”
It didn’t sound too bad this time. He was actually trying to be polite, whatever the reason might be. I didn’t write him back. Instead I went straight to the practice room.
It was a huge hall with different instruments here and there. I found him sitting at the very corner with a piano. So, he played piano? I always wanted to take piano lessons. For some reasons, I was never able to.
There was no one in the room. I moved closer to hear him play better. He was scribbling in his notes something I couldn’t see. I patiently waited without bothering him. Then, he started to play.
The music slowly started to build by the time. The sweet music turning into something, I dare say, emotional. I felt my heart getting heavy. My feet felt numb. I stayed motionless as I took in every stroke of the key within myself.
How could a person seemingly so cold, make music so touching?
Yoongi finished the whole piece and looked back at me, directly into my eyes, as if he knew I was standing there. A drop of tear fell from my eye. I suddenly realized my cheeks were wet.
“What did you name it?” I asked about the beautiful music he had created.
“First Love.”
We were sitting across the table in the café. I had a latte while he ordered an Americano. “Did you really make that?” I asked.
“Yeah.”
“It was so beautiful. I have never heard anyone playing a piano before. You sounded like a piano prodigy or something.”
“You’re saying that since you never heard anyone playing a piano before.”
A moment of silence, then I broke into a laugh. I was getting used to his kind of humor by then. Yoongi’s smile slowly built on his lip. His cheeks turned red as he said “thank you” in a low voice.
“What?” I said loudly, “I couldn’t hear you. Did you just come up with another savage reply of yours since the last one didn’t bother me?”
This time his smile widened to reach up to his eyes. That was a sight I never saw before. He looked so innocent with that gummy smile of his. I suddenly felt something inside my stomach twisting.
He felt like a boy I could love.
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Was it even possible? Could people really fall in love with someone so easily? Or maybe I was mistaking infatuation for love. Even if I wasn’t in love with him already, I was pretty sure I would be soon if I continued to get closer to him.
One thing was clear. Whatever the feeling might be, it was too strong to ignore. Never in my life had I felt something so deep.
“You are so full of love that you should cherish your ability of making such lively music.”
I didn’t hesitate to send him the message. This time, I waited eagerly for his reply. His words were reassuring. They made me feel alive. They made me realize, I had something in me. But again, that was exactly what the project was all about.
I waited and waited. At some point I fell asleep on my reading table. I woke up at about 10 p.m. I quickly checked my email. The message I was waiting for had already arrived.
“You’re a light in the darkest room, a bright star in the night sky. You’re someone’s hope in the time of complete despair.”
I knew I would keep thinking about it all night.
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10:43 p.m. I texted him, “Can’t sleep.”
“Me too.” A quick reply.
“Wanna meet?”
“Sure.”
11:04 p.m. We were sitting on the park bench. The night was surprisingly cold. I was grateful for the beer Yoongi brought with him. But I was getting high by the time.
“I don’t know what to talk about.”
“Don’t worry. I like silent company more.”
11:18 p.m. I could feel the alcohol was making me a little drowsy. But I didn’t want to go back just then. “What are you good at? Other than music?” I said trying to avoid the sleepiness.
“I used to play basketball in high school.”
11:35 p.m. I decided it was time to talk about some real shit, “I want to get a tattoo so bad.”
“Get it then.”
“My mother will kill me.”
Yoongi shrugged his shoulder. Then he unbuttoned his sleeve to show me his bare wrist. I spotted a faint white line there, “What is that?” As soon as I asked that, I knew I messed up.
“Shit.” I swore, “Sorry.”
“If you ever decide to get the tattoo, take me with you. I’ll get one here.” He raised his wrist again.
“Fine! Let’s get going then.”
11:49 p.m. Yoongi drove us to the tattoo parlor I always passed by and fantasized about getting in.
“I can’t believe we’re doing this.” I almost screamed in excitement. Yoongi smiled at me and my inside melted.
They were not allowing us to go inside since it was almost closing time. I practically begged them to let us in. After a minute or two, Yoongi stepped forward and said something to the guy I couldn’t hear properly.
Finally they let us in.
12:14 a.m. We were driving back from the parlor. “Don’t you want to see my tattoo?” I asked.
“You probably got it somewhere no one could see.”
I smirked, “I’ll show YOU though.” I lifted my shirt to show my waist where I got a little bow.
“What did you get?” I asked Yoongi, “Can I see it?”
He showed me his wrist. There was a small line drawn along which were the piano keys. It was so simple yet I knew how important it was to him.
He said, “Piano is my savior.”
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I woke up late with a headache. I quickly lifted my shirt to check my tattoo. It was there, fresh as new. I smiled to myself, “So it wasn’t a dream after all.”
I took a pain reliever and made myself some mango juice. I checked my email and found Yoongi’s message. Just the thought of reading it made my whole body squirmy.
“You’re a rebel at heart.”
It was such a compliment to me. All my life, I’d only had dreams. But I felt like a coward every time I stepped away from fulfilling them. I decided, as soon as my semester would be over, I’d start getting piano lessons as well.
“Maybe Yoongi can teach me.” I thought and smiled.
It was my turn to return the compliment.
“The courage you have to show the vulnerable side of yours, makes you stronger.”
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I texted Yoongi that I had three classes, so I would meet him at evening. I already missed more than half of the first class since I woke up late. During the other classes I kept checking my phone often to see if he had replied. There was none.
Once my last class was done, I called him. It sent me straight to voicemail, “Hey Yoongi, it’s me. Just called to know when you’re free so that we could hangout… Yeah! So, call me back when you can, okay?”
I was waiting anxiously all evening. But there was not a single text or call from Yoongi. I kept wondering what could be the reason.
“He’s probably busy, that’s all.” I tried to reassure myself. But there was a part of me which felt like something was not right.
Maybe my last message mentioning about his vulnerable side was too much. Maybe he never meant for me to see that, but he was drunk enough to let that slip.
It was already midnight. Yoongi hadn’t contact me for a whole damn day. I was really stressed at that point. I felt like I had messed up. I wanted to cry.
“Why do you have to be so clingy, you pathetic bitch?” I shouted out at myself. That didn’t help. Since there was nothing I could do, I finally fell asleep wishing that as soon as I woke up, everything would be okay.
I checked my phone the next day. There was still no reply. So, I felt like it was time I wrote my final Words-of-Affirmation to him.
“You are someone’s favorite person in the entire world.”
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Yoongi texted me that evening, “Meet me at the park.”
I saw Yoongi waiting for me beside the park bench we were sitting on two nights ago. I went to him and he looked up, his expression unreadable.
“Why didn’t you call me yesterday?” was the first thing that came out of me.
“It doesn’t matter.” He said, “Our project ends today.”
“Project?” I was too confused. What did he mean by that? Were we just hanging out because of that stupid project? I felt too numb to react to that.
Yoongi took some time before he said slowly, “It doesn’t feel right.”
“What?” I asked.
“We shouldn’t be hanging out.”
“And why is that?” I was getting a little angry at him.
“Everything’s happening too fast. I don’t think I’m ready to handle them.” He sounded as if he were scared.
“Yoongi, it’s okay! We all feel overwhelmed at times. It’ll pass. Just take it easy and see what comes next.”
“No!” he said, “Please, don’t try to get too close. We’ll both end up being hurt.”
“I’m sure that won’t happen.” I stepped forward. But Yoongi took a step back.
“But you don’t know me.”
“I want to know you.” I said, “At least give me a chance.”
Yoongi gave out a mocking laugh, “How can you do that when I don’t even know myself?”
That was it. I couldn’t bring myself to say anything else. I stood there in silence. Tears threatening me every moment to burst out.
“There is a lot I still need to figure out.” Yoongi said finally, “I need to find myself first in order to let people get close to me. I don’t want to lose any loved ones anymore.”
He came closer and took my hands. He gave me a folded paper and said, “It’s my last message to you. Forgive me for everything, will you?”
Then he walked away. Tears kept falling from my eyes as I didn’t stop them anymore. Crying was the only way I knew to deal with grief.
I opened the paper when I got home.
“You have so much potential in you that once you realize your destiny, no one can stop you from achieving it.”
Whatever the destiny was, I didn’t know it. All I knew was that what Yoongi needed was time. And I could surely gave him that. But I was not going to give up on him.
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“Hmm…” Hoseok said thoughtfully, “So, you want me to help you bring the OHA down. Is that right?”
“Yes!” Yoongi said, wishing desperately that this angel was not as stupid and useless as it appeared to be.
“What’s in here for me?” he asked.
“Huh?” Yoongi was shocked. He had never gave it a thought that the angel might ask for a reward in return. “Well, why would you ask for anything anyway? You are literally bringing down a system that is hunting your kind and many others for 5 years.”
“Oh, I see…” Hoseok turned to Namjoon, “What do you think? Should I abandon my duty to do this guy’s job here?”
“I think, working with this guy will take you closer to your own mission.” Namjoon answered.
Yoongi interrupted, “Actually my name’s Min Yoongi. I would very much appreciate it if you call me by that name.”
“Seriously?” this time, Seokjin sounded annoyed with Yoongi, “Namjoon literally said Hoseok is here on earth for a mission and what you’re worried about is what they are calling you?”
“I accept.” Hoseok said.
“Really?” Yoongi asked hopefully, “You’re going to do this?”
“Yes!”
“Even if there’s too much danger involved?”
“Yes!” Hoseok nodded, looking quite happy for someone joining a suicide mission.
“I think,” Namjoon said, “my work here is done. Good luck to you guys, on your way to bring down the most influential and powerful organization on earth.”
“I don’t think I’m feeling very confident at his words of encouragement. Does anyone else feel like me?” Seokjin looked around.
Hoseok raised his hand while Yoongi said to Namjoon, “No, stay!”
Namjoon raised an eyebrow, “excuse me?”
“Please,” Yoongi pleaded, “Trust me, I have a plan. The more we are in number, the more it is likely to succeed.”
“Yeah, Namjoon-ah.” Hoseok stood up and suddenly started to talk with an authority. “I think friends should stand together at times like this.”
“I didn’t know an angel could be a friend with the devil.” Seokjin mocked.
“Well, it can happen, you see.” Hoseok replied, “Don’t you know, having mutual enemies make people friends? So, we’re all basically friends here.”
“We are?” Seokjin asked in a rather surprised tone.
Hoseok reassured, “We are!”
Jimin and Taehyung took Jungkook to the little hut they called their home. It was out of town, in the middle of the woods. Jungkook noticed that though the hut was not very big, it was very neat and clean, looking like a pleasant place for a family. He remembered how messy his mansion got after all of his servants were being caught by the OHA.
“So, this is a little home I had built for myself.” Jimin announced, looking very proud about it, “I’ve been living here all alone until Taehyung joined me.”
“Yeah,” Taehyung said, a smile never leaving his face, “There’s only two beds. The two of you can take one each. I am happy to squeeze in with any one of you.”
“Thanks.” Jungkook said, “But I don’t sleep.”
“Oh,” Taehyung was taken aback, “I almost forgot that you’re a vampire. Don’t be offended, little friend. I sometimes forget that I’m a werewolf too.”
“Don’t go around calling him ‘little’, Tae.” Jimin said, “He’s been alive for over a century, I believe.”
“Really?” Taehyung asked, “How old are you exactly?”
“Umm…” Jungkook thought for a while, “I don’t know for sure. I can remember being living, umm… being an undead since the 17th century.”
“Don’t you remember your life as a human?” Jimin asked.
Jungkook shook his head. He didn’t remember what his true identity was, who his parents were, how he was as a boy. He didn’t remember what it felt like to be a human with hunger and fatigue. All he remembered was his everlasting thirst for blood.
Jimin kept silent. He felt sorry for Jungkook, who didn’t have any friends or family and who had been surviving all alone for a long time. Jimin knew the feeling of loneliness all too well. That’s why, he had made a promise to himself to keep Taehyung safe. Now, he felt the same responsibility towards Jungkook as well.
“Whatever, it is.” Taehyung broke the silence, “Since, you’re the last one to join the pack, you’re our little one from now on.”
Jungkook tilted his head in affirmation. He didn’t mind being taken care of as a little one.
“Aww…” Taehyung pouted, “Isn’t he so cute?” which made Jimin laugh.
OHA had been keeping a watch at the hut of the new formed trio. It wouldn’t be very clever to attack them right away. The guards and the wizards were waiting for the right time.
Catching a nine tailed fox was not too easy. Because they were swift in their movements and can keep up with a long fight. They can manipulate the weather to go against their enemies. The only thing worse than fighting a Gumiho was fighting a Gumiho along with a vampire and a werewolf.
It was an order from Kim Joon-Hwi, himself. There was no option of losing the Gumiho. It had to be caught. Even if it caused them the lives of the other two species. Because, the Gumiho was the real target.
So, the enemies were patient. They were waiting…
Yoongi had bought all of them to his place to stay. He needed time to explain his plan. But that was not the real reason for this invitation. Yoongi couldn’t bring himself to trust them just yet. They had agreed to join him on a suicide mission so easily, which made Yoongi suspicious. But he didn’t know that each of them had a good reason to have done it.
“Your place is a so small,” Seokjin commented, “that it’s making me claustrophobic.”
“As if you’ve gotten a better place.” Yoongi muttered. It wasn’t easy for beings like them to stay at a nice place among nice people without being noticed. In fact, it was more dangerous than staying out in the street. Because nobody really cared about homeless people.
“You’re right!” Seokjin said, hearing his remark, “Earth has some really shitty places. I miss home.”
“Where is it?” Hoseok asked enthusiastically.
“At the mount Olympus, of course.” He said with pride, “Mother would keep me at the best place possible. After all, I’m her only child.”
“How are you so sure about that?” Yoongi muttered under his breath again.
“What was that?” Seokjin asked, with a frown clearly visible on his forehead.
“I asked, what are you doing here on earth then? Especially at this time?” Yoongi asked, “Doesn’t Aphrodite know how dangerous the earth was for her only son?”
“That’s none of your business.” Seokjin went straight to the only bedroom available. But Yoongi didn’t complain. He was really satisfied to have pissed Seokjin off.
Namjoon looked around the whole apartment, if it could be called one, to make sure there weren’t anyone spying them from outside a window or something. He also looked around at stuffs Yoongi used to practice wizardry. Judging by those and all the old books lying around, Namjoon believed Yoongi had been practicing them since he was very young.
“Don’t worry about me.” Hoseok said to Yoongi, “I’m used to sleeping on the floor since I came to the earth. At least, I’m glad I don’t have to hide my wings here. So that I can be curled up inside them while I sleep.”
Hoseok was smiling. Yoongi’s heart suddenly felt heavy. He thought how innocent the angel was that he could stay positive even at times like this. Hoseok reminded him of someone he used to know. Someone who had called him his friend. Someone who was now dead and for this, Yoongi was to blame.
Taehyung woke up from a sudden loud noise, “Jiminie!” he called out loud.
“It’s okay!” Jimin confirmed, “It’s just a plate.”
Jungkook immediately started to apologize, “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to…”
Jimin cut him out, “You need to stop apologizing for every minor inconvenience.”
Taehyung stood up, rubbing his eyes. “What’s for breakfast?” he asked.
“I’m still trying to figure that out.” Jimin said, “We’re out of meat. We need to go to the supermarket.”
“Maybe the woods would be better.” Taehyung suggested, “We need to find something for Jungkook as well.”
“It’s alright!” Jungkook assured them, “I can go without blood for a week without any hassle.”
All of a sudden, there was a gunshot nearby. This time, they were all alert at once. “Did you hear that?” Taehyung asked.
“Boys,” Jimin commanded, “stay inside. I’ll go check.” Another gunshot.
“I’m coming with you.” Taehyung said while Jungkook nodded.
Before Jimin could say anything, the noises started to grow as if there was a battle going on outside. The trio waited inside, trying to figure out just what was going on.
“I can smell Humans.” Jungkook sat down on a chair, his voice shaking, “They had followed me here. They are going to take me away.”
Jimin went to stand beside him, carefully caressing his head, “Don’t worry, dear. They can’t harm you. Not on my watch!”
Eventually everything was quiet again. Still they didn’t dare to move just then. After what seemed like hours of waiting in fear of something might going wrong, their front door sprang open, causing them to jump in fright. The four strangers stood outside.
“So tell me,” The one wearing a cloak with a hood on stepped inside, “which one of you is the Gumiho?”
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We Are Only Seven - Chapter 5
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At first, it started as a joke. Jungkook took pride in the fact that he was immune to the bullets. Being a vampire, his only weakness was wood. So, the OHA had to find an alternative for the vampires and they had trained themselves in archery; all these trouble just to hunt the vampires and no other creatures.
That’s why, Jungkook’s mates would go around calling him ‘Bulletproof’. It turned out to be a nickname eventually. But when the question of naming their team of seven members came, Namjoon suggested it should be called ‘Bulletproof’ instead as a symbol of their courage at adversaries.
It had been almost a month now. They were training themselves for the future battle they had to face. Even though Yoongi had presented some kind of draft of their plan before them, it was Namjoon who could give detailed direction about how to execute them. So, they all decided to put Namjoon as their leader. Even Yoongi was okay with that.
Meanwhile, their bond grew stronger. Some of them wouldn’t even hesitate to call the others their friends. They got used to be jam-packed at Yoongi’s small basement of an abandoned building too. They started to live as if it were their home. They became much closer to that of a family they never had.
The night before their first mission, Yoongi called Jimin to talk about some important issues. When Taehyung was about to follow them, Yoongi stopped him and said, “Perhaps, it would be better if you go to sleep early. We have some shits to be done by tomorrow.”
“It’s okay!” Taehyung pushed aside the proposal, “Let’s hear what you have to say first.”
Hesitantly Yoongi said, “Umm…Actually I want to talk with Jimin in private.”
“Oh!” Taehyung frowned at him but didn’t complain. He went back to the room.
Yoongi took Jimin outside to the unused garage. Jimin kept wondering what it could be that he was trying to conceal from the others.
“I know that the Gumihos can see through time into the future.” Yoongi said flatly.
“Yes!” Jimin said, with a doubt still lingering on his mind.
“I want you to do me a favor.” Yoongi’s voice was rather soft now, “Tell me what you can see about the OHA’s demise.”
“Yoongi,” Jimin called, “I don’t think you understand. It doesn’t work like that. I can’t see whatever I wish to.”
“But if you try hard…” Yoongi couldn’t finish the sentence in excitement.
Jimin sighed, “Even if I could, there is a huge possibility of messing it up. Trying to change an already bad future can turn it worse.”
“I know, I know.” Yoongi said desperately, “I promise I won’t try to change it. I won’t mess up.”
“Then, what is even the point of knowing it beforehand?” Jimin asked.
Yoongi didn’t answer.
Then, Jimin said, “It would be better if we leave this to the destiny.”
Yoongi shook his head, his eyes closed. Thinking for a while, he said carefully, “All the same, you would let me know if you see something, won’t you?”
Jimin nodded without knowing what to do otherwise, “I will.” Then, he was about to leave.
But Yoongi called him again, “Jimin-ah.” Jimin looked back. Yoongi said, “Please, don’t tell the others about our conversation here.”
Their first mission was to capture the leader of the wizards of the OHA called the ‘Master of Shadow”. He was the secretary of Kim Joon-Hwi and the mastermind behind all the evil the organization had been doing so far.
Their plan was to do the job as smoothly as they could without any bloody fight. All the ‘Bulletproof’ boys had planned to go. But then on the appointed day, Yoongi refused to join them.
“I’ve decided someone has to stay behind.” Yoongi said, “As I’m the only one who can use magic to prepare a room, so that he can’t escape from it, I think it should be me.” Nobody seemed to have any complain about that.
But Yoongi also added, “And Hoseok will stay with me as well.” This time, they started to protest.
“But we need as many as possible.” Seokjin argued, “And you said it yourself, that an angel is a must on the team.”
“I think you have enough people already…” Yoongi was about to say something more but Jimin interrupted him.
“Maybe our leader can decide upon the matter.” Jimin said. He was not going to leave the matter at Yoongi’s hand anymore.
Namjoon thought for a moment. It occurred to him that Yoongi was being overprotective toward Hoseok. Namjoon didn’t want Hoseok to get hurt as well. After all, he used to be a fellow angel, even though Hoseok didn’t remember anything about Namjoon now.
“I think Yoongi’s right.” He said finally, “Let them stay. The five of us are enough to fight a single wizard.”
They set off for the mission without the two and reached the OHA facility. They were to keep a watch at it secretly and wait till the wizard was seen alone. The more time started to pass the more anxious they were getting.
Taehyung suddenly said, “I can’t do this.”
“What are you talking about? You can’t back away now.” Seokjin groaned in annoyance.
“Are you okay?” Namjoon asked Taehyung, noticing that he was breathing heavily.
Taehyung shook his head violently and kept muttering, “I can’t go back there. I can’t go back.”
Jimin went to sit beside Taehyung and started to calm him down, “It’s okay, dear. We are all here with you. This time, you’re not alone.”
“I think he’s having a panic attack.” Seokjin said, now aware about the matter.
“What if they catch me and lock me up again?” Taehyung was close to tearing up.
‘Again?’ Everyone was surprised at the word.
Finally, Jimin had to explain what the matter was about Taehyung. Some years ago, Taehyung was caught and taken to the facility. He had some really bad experiences in there. But fortunately he was able to escape. Jimin had found him and taken care of him ever since.
Namjoon was really upset about it. He told Jimin that he should have told them about it earlier and it wasn’t a good idea to force Taehyung into something like this when he wasn’t ready to face it.
“I’m sorry!” Jimin apologized, “I didn’t realize that the old memories might come back and haunt him.”
Everyone remained quiet, allowing Taehyung to have some time to relax. Jungkook was patting him slowly on the back. After a while, Taehyung seemed to have come to his senses.
He, himself, said, “Alright, guys!” the same old box smile returned to his pretty face, “I’m ready. Let’s do this.”
Back at Yoongi’s basement, Hoseok kept asking Yoongi the same question again and again, “Maybe you’re trying to escape a fight. But why didn’t you allow me to go?”
“Why were you even waiting for my permission anyway?” Yoongi rolled his eyes.
“Well, it’s better to avoid a fight if you have the chance.” Hoseok said, “But I can’t think of a benefit of yours in letting me stay.”
“Please, do me a favor.” Yoongi said, getting more annoyed by the time, “Don’t even try to think about it.”
Hoseok started to laugh. But it sounded more like he had been repeating the letter ‘k’ over and over again.
“Please stay here until I come.” Yoongi requested, “I have to go fix a room to lock up the wizard before they arrive.”
“You mean, one of those abandoned rooms upstairs?” Hoseok asked.
“Yeah! Where else can I take him?”
“Oh my Gods!” Hoseok said, “Those are some really nasty places. C’mon, now. Let’s get moving.”
“What do you mean? Are you coming with me?”
“I ain’t letting you do those dirty works alone.” Hoseok was already picking up the broomstick.
“Will you ever let me be alone for a while?” Yoongi sighed.
“Yeah!” Hoseok said, “The day you actually smile.”
And Hoseok was already on the move. What he didn’t see was that Yoongi was actually smiling behind his back.
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“The Female of the Species” book review
Rating: 4/5
Genre: Contemporary
Summary: Alex Craft kills. Not just ordinary people. But people who hurt other people. People who don't know the difference between an object and a (female) human. Alex Craft feels numb and out of the society. But when she finds friends, her known world starts to change.
My Opinion: Firstly, the name of the book intrigued me. When I searched it up, the synopsis too, interested me. Then I found out that the plot of the book takes place in Ohio. That was the final straw for me. I decided to read it immediately.
The writing style of the novel is beautiful. It is written in short chapters from the perspectives of three people: Alex, Jack and Peekay.
As much as I like Alex and Peekay (or Claire, which is her real name), I don’t really care about Jack at all. I know it’s supposed to be realistic. I know a lot of guys out there are like Jack. But it doesn’t excuse the fact that Jack is a bit of an asshole in some ways. Though he feels guilty, he doesn’t bother changing himself for good. The thing I mostly hate about him is comparing Alex with other girls, and telling how really special she is, whereas the other girls are all the same and stuff like that. He is also a total douchebag to his best friend, Branley. Nonetheless it was brave for the writer to put such realistic characters into the book.
Quote: "I live in a world where not being molested as a child is considered luck."
My Ideal...<3
Some of the very best red carpet looks of Zendaya that I totally adore 🥰
Happy Birthday to one of the strongest people I know...
Really love that Arthur is the Once and Future King because we imortalize him. We keep bringing him back through our stories.
TV Series I’ve Watched in January-February 2022
Squid Game (2021)
- A thrilling story of hundreds of debtors forced to play a killing game - Realistic conditions of lives - Questions the entire morality of human race - Horrific, gruesome and violent - Very thought-provoking
Guardian: The Lonely and Great God (2016)
- An immortal goblin looking for his bride to end his cursed life - The concept of soulmates and re-birth - Great original sound tracks - (I ship the second lead couple more) - Highly dramatic, but the story kinda repeats
Maid (2021)
- A mother works hard for a better life for herself and her daughter - Breaking from an abusive relationship - Most realistic characters and plot - Heartwarming and heartbreaking
Bad and Crazy (2021)
- A corrupt cop builds a split personality with a sense of justice - Deals with corruption, drug abuse and mental health issues - The definition of bromance - Action packed and thrilling
Prison Playbook (2017)
- Captivating satirical stories of inmates behind bar - One of the best characterizations ever - Deals with various relationships like romance, sibling, friendship - Laugh out loud and ugly crying at once - An optimistic view on life
The Queen’s Gambit (2020)
- A chess prodigy goes through the struggle of addiction - A dark academic aesthetic vibe throughout the series - Love the character development - Will make you want to play chess
My Guardian Angel - Part 3 (Final)
Fandom: BTS Paring: Min Yoongi x Female Reader Genre: Angst Warning: Age gap, mc being a brat, traumatic past, mention of abusive household, a little depressing, I’m sorry it ended this way. Word Count: 2k Words Note: Since the reader is only 15 years old, I reduced Yoongi’s age to be 22. Please keep the age gap in mind before diving in to read. I must say there is nothing explicit in here.
Summary: When things are bound to fall apart, You find out how powerless you are to the destiny...
Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 [Complete]
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I was beyond angry. Yoongi just informed me that today was the last day in town for me till next month. He was going to be working on the weekends as well with only a day off per month. That meant, no more coming to the town for grocery shopping.
"But I won't forget to buy you a present, kitten. Also you can buy more than one thing when you're coming to the store yourself once a month."
"I don't want your stupid gifts." I angrily said, "I want you. At least, on a weekend."
"Kitten," Yoongi sighed, unable to deal with my raging state, "I'm sorry. You see, it's not something that I can control."
"Fine." I yelled, "get out of my sight. I'm not going home with you."
"Kitten…" He tried to speak but was interrupted by a lady.
"Is everything alright, dear?" The question was directed toward me.
"Yeah, everything's fine. We're just having a discussion. Thank you." Yoongi dismissed her concerns which seemed to be irritating her somehow.
"Are you sure you're alright?" She asked me again. When I nodded my head the lady further asked, "Who is he? Do you know him?"
"Excuse me!" Yoongi said, "I don't see why you need to know that."
The lady still asked me without bothering to look at him, "is he threatening you?"
"What?" was Yoongi's reply.
I shook my head. Then, the lady turned to Yoongi and said, "Sir, I'm very concerned about this child. Please state your relationship to her."
"That's none of your business." Yoongi answered bitterly. He grabbed my wrist and walked straight to our car.
"Sir…" the lady called from behind but we simply speeded our walk and got in the car.
I wanted to apologize for reacting like that in the store earlier and for gaining unwanted attention. Somehow I couldn't manage to do it as I felt a growing lump on my throat.
Yoongi, on the other hand, looked disturbed. I wasn't sure if it was because of the lady or myself.
In the evening, I sat on the bed while Shelby lay beside me. She stayed too quiet as if she understood the dull atmosphere of the house. I ran my hand through her. She moved closer to me and relaxed in a more comfortable position.
Yoongi was cooking outside. I dared not to go to him at the moment. I felt that something wrong was going to happen and I dreaded its arrival. I tried to plan the best way I could apologize to lift his mood. After all, it was my fault that the day went to ruin.
Then I heard a car being pulled up outside. I froze.
Could it be…
I peeked through the window and got a glance of a police car. “Why are the police here?” I thought to myself. Unconsciously I started biting my nails.
I could sense that Yoongi was talking to them outside. A dull ache was twisting within my stomach.
After a few minutes, Yoongi came inside, his face unreadable. He spoke quietly, “Kitten, you need to come out for a moment. Here’s an officer to meet you. Please talk to him nicely.”
I nodded slowly and, almost in daze, walked outside. The man in a police uniform greeted me. He asked me to sit down. After we’re both seated at the patio, the officer asked Yoongi to leave us alone.
“No!” I immediately opposed it. “He’ll stay.”
Yoongi said, “I won’t interrupt, sir. I’ll just stay beside her so that she doesn’t feel too nervous about this whole situation.”
The officer nodded and turned to me. He said that he had to ask me some questions and I was required to answer them honestly. I needed not to be scared. When I approved, he proceeded to ask me where I came from, who was my guardian, what happened that made me run away from home, how I met Yoongi, how long had I been living with him, if I considered him to be a dangerous man etc.
I answered him truthfully. I told him how abusive of a man my step father was. I told him all the evil things he had done to me. I told him how my life was a living hell before I met Yoongi.
Every now and then, whenever I faltered in between, Yoongi would softly squeeze my hand. It was hard for me to bring up the nasty past. But I had to do it. I had to convince the police that it was my own decision that I ran away and still my own that I stayed with him.
Finally, the police said that I could go. Yoongi took me inside and whispered to me, “you did bravely, kitten.”
Then, he went out to have a last chat with the police. I waited patiently and prayed that the man would leave us soon.
The man, to my horror, did not leave us soon. In fact they were talking for so long that my anxiety got the best of me and I had to eavesdrop from inside the door.
Luckily, they were talking loudly enough for me to hear them. Unluckily, it sounded as if they were arguing over something.
Yoongi's voice was deadly, something I never heard before, "you heard everything!"
"I know, I know," the officer spoke in a frustrated manner, "But what you're asking is against the law. I can even arrest you right now for keeping her for so long without any legal rights over her."
"Will you?" It wasn't even a question. Yoongi said it as if he knew the police won't do that.
"Yoongi," the man spoke softly, "I know you very well. I know what you've been through. I also know from how you're treating her that you truly care for her. I still ask you to give it a rational thought. She doesn't belong here."
"What do you mean by here?" Yoongi argues further, "she clearly loves this place."
"She might love the place. I only meant she doesn't belong with you. She deserves a family."
Yoongi looked him dead in the eye and said, "I'm not letting her go back to that monster, you hear me!"
At this point, I was really getting scared. I didn't know if it was because of the idea that I might have to go back to my stepfather or about the fact that Yoongi was so mad, which was really unlikely of him.
"I assure you. She's never going to see him again. We're gonna call the social service. They'll arrange a nice Foster home for her."
"Oh, shut up!" Yoongi retorted, "I know how those Foster systems work. She might never be adopted. Especially at this age."
"At least, she'll have a chance for a real family. This is only for her own good."
"I don't trust anyone."
"You know you're only saying that because you don't want to lose her, right?"
Something about this confrontation with the police made Yoongi go silent. He didn't reply. It neither looked like he's going to argue any longer.
After the brief moment of silence, it almost took my utmost willpower to stay put at my place and not run straight to them begging Yoongi to say something in my favor, the police finally spoke.
"I'll give you tonight to say a proper goodbye. But I'm coming back tomorrow, along with the social service. I hope you won't resist, then. Otherwise, you're gonna be in trouble, I tell you."
The man finally left without waiting for a reply.
"I heard everything." I said after waiting for a minute for Yoongi to settle in bed. When he looked like he wasn't going to say anything back, I proceeded further. "I'm sorry I made a scene at the shop. I know it's all my fault. Oppa, please, don’t stay mad at me."
Yoongi finally looked back at me and said, "rules are rules. I don't have any control over this situation. They're gonna be here tomorrow and you'll have to go."
"Oppa!" I yelled at him. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. He was giving up on me. He wasn't fighting to keep me anymore.
On the verge of tears, I asked, "Are you punishing me for what I did earlier?"
"No!" Yoongi stood up from the bed and came towards me, "You know, I'll never punish you for anything."
"Then, why are you doing this to me?"
"It's for your own good, kitten. Out there, you can at least dream for a new home. A new family. Here, you have nothing to even dream about."
"But you are my home."
I took a step forward and rested my head on his chest. "You're the best thing that I can ever wish for. You are my only family."
Yoongi slowly shook his head. He pushed me away by holding me by the shoulders. He made me look into his eyes and spoke very politely.
"It wasn't me who saved you but the other way around. You showed me everything that my life was lacking. Thanks to you, I felt like I truly lived. No, kitten. I can't be so selfish to keep you in this boring life of mine and take advantage of you like that. You deserve a chance in life. Unlike mine, you have a whole future ahead of you."
I couldn't understand what was going on. How suddenly everything changed in Yoongi. How willingly he was pushing me away.
"But I don't want to go."
"You're too young to understand that."
As I opened my mouth to argue further, Yoongi shook his head to shut me up. He said, "please, kitten, I want you to do better than this. I'm tired. I'm going out for a drink. Sleep tight till tomorrow."
Then, he went out with a bottle of whisky in his hand. I wasn't allowed to leave my room when he drank out on the patio. So, like always, I stayed inside. I stayed and cried. I cried on my pillow throughout the night till sleep took over my messy mind.
The next morning, we didn't talk much. We were just busy packing my bag. At one point, Yoongi came up to me with his guitar and said, "Since you love it so much, I want you to keep it."
I didn't say that the reason I loved the guitar so much was because he played it. I loved the fact that he played the guitar for me whenever I asked him to.
I decided to leave behind the little fox plushie. So Yoongi could have something to look at whenever he thought of me.
When I saw the car approaching from far away, I felt like I would break down anytime and cry. Surprisingly that didn't happen.
I scratched behind Shelby's ear and gave her the last piece of treat. I hugged Yoongi for the last time too. After that, without a fight I climbed inside the car.
As we were driving away, I thought I would take a good look for the last time at the place I called my first home. The place looked hauntingly empty. I looked at the familiar window, the front patio, our jeep, trying to take in as much as I could.
My eyes finally stopped at Yoongi. His head was bending towards his feet so that I couldn't make out his face. I noticed that his shoulders were shaking.
I didn't need to try. Tears automatically flowed through my cheeks. All this time I had been at my worst, Yoongi was always there beside me, offering the warmth that I just needed. And the one time of him being vulnerable, I couldn't be there beside him, offering the same warmth that he had given me.
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𝕰𝖉𝖌𝖆𝖗 𝕬𝖑𝖑𝖆𝖓 𝕻𝖔𝖊 - 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕭𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝕮𝖆t
𝕴𝖑𝖑𝖚𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖇𝖞 𝕱𝖗𝖊𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖈𝖐 𝕾𝖎𝖒𝖕𝖘𝖔𝖓 𝕮𝖔𝖇𝖚𝖗𝖓 (1902)
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