SEOKJIN X GQ KOREA

Hi, this is really random, and you don’t have to answer this if you don’t want: I’m asking you because I like the way you speak about life, and fate, and whatnot. But does life get better? Does it ever actually get to be something that’s not a struggle everyday? Do you think that fate has plans for some people to be struggling or overcoming obstacles so that they can carry out something specific? Like for instance, Virginia Woolf or Van Gogh?

I’m sorry to bring down the mood, I just wondered what you think about this since the way you speak about fate and life really makes sense to me 🫠😅

TRIGGER WARNING: I WILL BE DISCUSSING SENSITIVE TOPICS IN THIS POST. PLEASE BE CAREFUL READING.

Yes! This is a fascinating question and it actually pulls me to a different topic, but hopefully it’ll help with your question.

To feel great pain is a great privilege because it means you actually care.

So many people drift through life just trying to find anything they are passionate about. They don’t suffer at all because they don’t care. Nothing truly matters to them and they will struggle with that. Everyone struggles with something, but it’s varying degrees.

From all the evidence I’ve been able to gather, we all descend on life to become better human beings. We all have things to work on, and we chose our challenges to hopefully improve on our faults. Maybe we need to be more patient. Maybe we need to learn to extend grace to others. Maybe we need to learn to stand up for ourselves. Maybe we need to learn to be more selfless.

We learn a lot through struggling.

But sometimes aspects of our life goals for this life span are to help other people. Virgins Wolf, for example, her suffering has actually become a great solace for others who are suffering. She can offer loneliness a companion. Sometimes your goal is bigger than just yourself.

But on a personal note - yes, life does get better. I’ve yet to see someone whose truly struggling not be able to overcome it in some way or another. It does get better. Life is wonderful, but sometimes chapters just suck and that’s ok. You sometimes need the suck to appreciate the amazing.

TRIGGER WARNING: suicide

This is including people who commit suicide. They often are in a place of true misunderstanding and not one that I’ve spoken to on the other side doesn’t regret their choice. Some, for example if they have health problems, feel a sense of relief but mixed with regret. Others who have clarity now fully regret the decision and are working on bettering their next life. Some will wait for their loved ones so that they can apologize to them. Some become spirit guides to their loved ones to try to limit the pain and damage suicide can cause.

I want to know everything about you. What makes you happy? What keeps you up at night? What kind of meals do you make for yourself? Do you have any comfort shows or films or songs? How do you cope with stress? What makes someone a suitable partner for you? Can I be a suitable partner for you?

I want to learn every nook, every crevice, every inch, every single part of you that you’re willing to share. I want to count the freckles on your cheeks — be the only one who knows the exact number. I want to memorize the scars on your skin, know their history and carry them with me for a long time. I want to know you. I want to love you.

YOU CAN BE POLITE. BUT NOT AS POLITE AS NAMJOON SAYING “SORRY TO BOTHER YOU” AT HIS OWN CONCERT | Cr twt  joseokcito

SENTENCE STARTERS INSPIRED BY QUEEN SONGS

part one — angst

“please stay a while”

“don't lose your heart”

“so sad it ends as it began”

“how I loved you, how I cried”

“you'll get forgotten on the way”

“love of my life, don't leave me”

“was it all wasted? all that love?”

“I have no heart, I'm cold inside”

“you're the victim of your crime”

“each morning I get up I die a little”

“save me I can't face this life alone”

“it's always a rainy day without you”

“someday, one day, we'll come home”

“you've captured my love, stolen my heart”

“I'm just the shadow of the man I used to be”

“I've been facing this alone for much too long”

“because you don't know what it means to me”

“who dares to love forever, when love must die?”

“if I can't go to heaven will they let me go to hell?”

“funny how love can break your heart so suddenly”

“I've been looking back to find where I went wrong”

“I would surely die if you dismiss me from your love”

“there's nothing in this world to be sure of anymore”

“too much love will kill you just as sure as none at all”

“it started off so well, they said we made a perfect pair”

“for every star in heaven there's a sad soul here today”

“so please don't go, don't leave me here all by myself”

“one day we're loving each other then we're fighting one another”

“I was looking for some good old satisfaction, but pain is all I got”

“I used to bring you sunshine now all I ever do is bring you down”

“don't you hear my call? though you're many years away don't you hear me calling you?”

(180902) namjoon - i’m fine

↳ Index [Chapter 18 - Desperation]

Pairing: Taehyung x f.Reader 

Warnings: switch!Taehyung, morning sex, desperate & passionate sex, oral (f.recieving), body worshipping, handjob, edging (m.recieving), bondage with a tie, use of vibrators, multiple orgasms (f.recieving), overstimulation, he is being very goddamn needy (he has his fangs out *screeches*), dirty talk, creampie, the aftercare *sobs*, emotional pillowtalk & Taehyung being so in love

Wordcount: 10.9k

a/n: *throws chair against a wall but it bounces back and hits me in the face and knocks me tf out*

The next morning you get woken up by a painful cry. You jolt up from being startled, feeling confused for a moment until a quiet sob next to you calls your attention. Taehyung is still deep asleep, his whole body is shaking and his eyebrows are furrowed. He must be having a bad dream, judging by his tearstained cheeks and the way his fingers grip the blanket. He had even gotten rid of his shirt in his sleep, but despite being shirtless his skin is covered in a thin layer of sweat, making his hair stick to his forehead.

“Taehyung, wake up”, you tell him, shaking him softly.

He doesn’t budge, the nightmare still has its grip on him, making him writhe on the mattress and forcing whimpers out between his gritted teeth.

“Taehyung, wake up”, you try again a little louder than before, shaking him again.

He jolts awake with a loud gasp, ripping his eyes open and looking around the room without focus. His hand is pressed to his chest as if he is trying to check if his heart is still there. He looks utterly confused, probably still half asleep. A single tear escapes his eye and runs down the side of his face.

“You were having a nightmare, weren’t you?” you ask softly, stroking the sweat-soaked strands of hair out of his face.

Relief washes over his face when the sound of your sweet voice rings in his ears and he can feel the touch of your warm fingers on his face. He can feel the weight fall from his shoulders, the painful ache in his chest is finally gone.

“You are here”, he croaks out, his voice still heavy from sleep.

“Of course I am”, you assure him, cupping his cheek, “what did you dream about?”

“Nothing, just-“, he touches your hand, “-doesn’t matter.”

He sits up to get eye to eye with you, kneeling on the bed. He holds your face in his hands, his eyes race over your body as if trying to look at everything at the same time. Your eyes, your lips, your hands, your stomach, your chest, your hair, your nose, your neck. Everything is here, real and warm. You are here, next to him. It was all a bad dream, you didn’t leave him all alone in this world as you moved on to your next life.

“You didn’t leave”, he whispers.

“Why shoul-“, you don’t get to finish your sentence before Taehyung’s lips come crashing down on yours. 

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im sobbing pls pat me rn

sometimes it’s best to remember the past is just a memory…

pairing | kim seokjin x reader genre | angst, suggestive content, mention of a miscarriage words | 6,411

inspired by | Haruki Murakami’s short story “A Folklore for my Generation…”

listen to | Epiphany, Autumn outside of the post office and Tonight/This night

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Red color was created to be worn my him

don rafaaa

this is very very much domestic and CUTE .... imagine falling asleep while taking a bath and leaning on your lover's chest 😣😫 but idk im a bit scared of tae here, i really hope he really wants to protect oc. anw pls be healthy and keep going sibi!!! i really love all your works 💜

↳ Index [Chapter 17 - Bath]

Pairing: Taehyung x f.Reader

Warnings: talks of wounds, casual nudity, sharing a bath, Taehyung being a very worried boyfriend, he is a lil sulky and mysterious too, but overall he is so sweet :(

Wordcount: 7.5k

a/n: at this point, i am in love

Taehyung doesn’t raise his head. You know that he must have heard you come in and yet he doesn’t raise his head. It shouldn’t hurt that much, but it does. But then, he is still in the belief that you don’t want to talk to him. Perhaps he is simply trying to respect your wishes. Shouldering your bag, you make your way over to him. 

“You were right.“ 

Taehyung finally raises his head. His eyes travel over your face, stopping on the cut on your cheek for a moment before they flit to your eyes. His brows furrow as he takes in your bruised eye. 

"I hear that quite a lot, you must be more specific”, he says dryly and looks back into the book he was reading. 

It seems that he is still a little pissy. Understandable, you were terribly rude (and unfair) to him last time you spoke. You sit down next to him. 

“About the ring-" 

Taehyung scoffs and flips the pages. 

”-and that it has magical powers. I should have believed you and yet I didn’t.“

"And yet you didn’t”, Taehyung sends you an icy glare. He looks away a moment later, continuing to read. 

You stay next to him, watching him with nervous eyes. You know that he can feel your stare because after a moment he lets out an exasperated sigh and closes the book.

 "What changed your mind?“ he asks.

"Uhm so about that”, you start fumbling with your sweater sleeves nervously, “I may have ran into Jimin and at first he tried to mind control me but then when it didn’t work and he saw the ring on my finger, he ripped it off of me and”, you lower your eyes, “he made me dance with him”, you whisper. 

“So Jimin took your ring?” he asks, quirking up an eyebrow. 

“Yes, he did." 

Taehyung looks back into his book. 

"I see. I apologize for my friend’s behaviour, I will ask him to return the ring once I see him again”, he murmurs, flipping the page slowly. 

You furrow your brows in confusion. Well, that was not the reaction you had expected. He seems so uninterested in what you have to say. He hasn’t even asked you about the wound on your cheek or your bruised eye. Not that he needs to, but it is still weird, given how worried for your safety he was last week. One must think that a wound like yours would worry him like crazy. 

“Hey, Tae uhm, are you still mad at me?” you ask quietly. 

“Mad at you?” Taehyung asks, flipping the page, “why should I be mad at you?" 

"I don’t know”, you shrug your shoulders, “maybe for the way I treated you at the ball?" 

Taehyung licks his finger, flips the page and takes a deep breath. 

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