This Chapter Is So Sweet???!!! Im Smiling Like Crazy Reading That Jk Part. And Seokjin's And Hoseok's

im not crazy for saying that i found comfort in this chapter which fucking titled HURT. im so glad yoongi saved oc and helped her and jk as well. and JIMIN..... he's turning to kinda good guy??? i really dont understand whom he's scared of. i cant fucking wait for the next chapter. you did a really really good job on this sibi ♡

↳ Index [Chapter 20 - Hurt]

Warnings: sadness, signs of trauma, slight violence, but also sweet healing moments 

Wordcount: 11k

a/n: i know there is lots of plot in this chapter jfajsd i hope it’s not confusing

Is that your mother singing? And is that her hand caressing your hair? Those sheets, they feel like the sheets of your childhood bed. Soft, warm, cotton. That smell. Is that your father’s cologne? It smells like his hugs. Why can’t you open your eyes? You want to see them. You haven’t been back in your childhood home in years, not after the fire burned everything down. Paws on wooden tiles. No way. Is that Cookie? She is alive again? You laugh, but nothing comes out. You want to open your eyes and look at her, but you can’t. She barks, it makes your father laugh and soon your mother laughs too. Mama? Papa? 

You sit up and gasp, ripping your eyes open. This isn’t your childhood home, this is a forest. This isn’t your childhood bed, this is the wet, cold ground. And who is that shadow sitting in the dark?

“Took you long enough”, he grumbles and steps into the light of the full moon. Min Yoongi.

“You?” you gasp and it is not long that realisation washes over you. You reach for your neck. It is dry and doesn’t hurt anymore. You pull your hand away, staring at your clean palms, “what?”  

“I fed you my blood”, he says calmly.

You gasp, throat constricting. Your hand is on your chest, feeling for a heartbeat. 

“No you aren’t dead”, he says dryly. He stands up and closes the distance between you and him. He squats down, red eyes racing over your face, “although I did think you would die on me for a second. You’ve been out for five hours.”

“Five hours?” you gasp, blinking in confusion, “Yoongi what is going on? What is-“, you stop talking when you watch Yoongi’s head snap up in alert. He sniffles then growls.

“Okay we gotta go”, he whispers and wraps his strong fingers around your wrist.

“What?”

“We have to go, didn’t you hear me?” he spits angrily, pulling you to your feet.

You are dizzy and the world is nothing but a blurred mess. You wobble and stumble, head pounding painfully.

“I’m so dizzy. Yoongi wait.”

“There is no time to wait”, he barks, faltering only a second later when he sees how your eyes flutter in exhaustion. He sighs, “fine, I’ll walk for you.”

He throws you over his shoulder afterwards, ignoring your squeaked out complaints. And then he runs. He runs so fast that trees turn into dark streaks of blurriness and the ground beneath your eyes is indistinct.

“Yoongi put me down please”, you plead, feeling your eyes tear up in the cold wind.

But Yoongi doesn’t answer you. He continues running through the endless forest. The darkness doesn’t even phase him, he manoeuvres through the thick undergrowth and high trees as if it was the brightest day.

“Please…” you plead. 

“Quit it”, he hisses, dodging a family of low trees.

“I’m so confused, what happened?”

“Quiet.”

Oh your stomach aches so much. Yoongi is way too fast, you will throw up if he doesn’t slow down.

“Yoongi, please slow down.”

“Oh my god”, he stops, picking you up like a little baby so you would be facing him, “if I tell you to be quiet then be fucking quiet. You want to tell every bloody vampire in a radius of fifty miles your location?”

“What?” you gasp.

“Their little feeding stupidity alerted others of our kind, they smelled blood. Don’t you get it?” he spits.

“I- holy shit.”

“Now you get it”, he throws you back over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, “so be quiet until I tell you that you can speak.”

And so Yoongi runs again, through the forest until he reaches the gates. Down the empty streets and quiet alleyways. And you stay quiet, cursing your heart for racing so loudly and your brain for slowly coming to its senses. 

Feeding stupidity. 

Yoongi told you so himself. Someone fed on you, used you as their own blood bag, almost ripped you to shreds. It was them. Park Jimin and Kim Namjoon and… Taehyung. Your love, the man who swore to protect you. He led you to your demise.

“Stop sobbing”, Yoongi hisses, taking a sharp turn to the right.

“They killed me”, you sob. It hurts so much. You want to cry for hours.

“You’re not dead, we’re almost there”.

“Why did you heal me? Why? I could have been like you, I could have been like you.”

“You don’t want this, trust me”, he mumbles, unphased by your continuous sobs and cries.

He betrayed you. He gave you promises of safety and he forced you into danger. You trusted him and he allowed them to kill you. It hurts so much, it’s so unbearably much.

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Red color was created to be worn my him

this screams art student taehyung so much im sick crying rn

⁂ 11/100 days of kim taehyung | van gogh

Masterlist

BTS reaction to their s/o getting in a car accident

BTS reaction you like them but they like your friend

[Hyung Line] [Maknae Line]

BTS reaction to playing Pokemon GO with their s/o

BTS reaction to their ice skater s/o getting injured

BTS reaction to their s/o not wanting kids

BTS Hyung Line reaction to their crush liking another member

Songs that remind BTS of their s/o

BTS reaction to their s/o moving them to tears

BTS reaction to their s/o shaving off their hair

BTS reaction teaching their s/o how to dance

BTS reaction to having a crush on another member’s best friend

[Hyung Line] [Maknae Line]

BTS reaction to their s/o getting late night snacks

What Disney song BTS would sing with their s/o

BTS reaction to s/o being afraid of the dark

BTS reaction to the silent treatment (fluff)

BTS reaction to their pet doesn’t like their s/o

BTS reaction to their s/o talking to themselves

BTS AU: Finding their soulmate [Hyung Line] [Maknae Line]

BTS reaction to the members making a dirty joke about s/o *

BTS members as your boyfriend [Hyung Line] [Maknae Line]

BTS reaction to their s/o finding a bug

BTS members as your best friends (HC)

BTS reaction to kissing their crush + holding their hand

BTS reaction to getting their wisdom teeth pulled

BTS reaction to hearing their s/o singing in the shower

BTS reaction to their s/o walking in on them showering

BTS reaction to their s/o finding them smoking

BTS reaction to their s/o scaring them

BTS reaction to s/o jokingly threatening them after they apologize

BTS reaction to sleeping with their best friend when drunk*

BTS reaction to ruining the mood*

BTS reaction to breaking up with s/o and regretting it {Hyung Line} {Maknae Line}

BTS reaction to s/o wanting them to be their first time*

BTS reaction to s/o being an airhead/gullible

BTS reaction to having a POC s/o

BTS reaction to s/o having chubby cheeks

BTS reaction to rejecting you

BTS reaction to their s/o being younger

BTS reaction to their s/o getting hate during mukbang stream

BTS reaction to their s/o being short

BTS reaction to you confessing your crush on them

BTS reaction to accidentally yelling at you

BTS reaction to their s/o having a stalker

BTS reaction to their s/o crying over character’s death

BTS reaction to their s/o kissing them in front of the others

Downsides of BTS Member’s (HC)

BTS reaction to their s/o calling them pet names

BTS reaction to going to the zoo with their s/o

BTS reaction to finding out they’re gonna be a dad

BTS reaction to their s/o asking to hold their hand in a crowd

BTS reaction to their s/o getting sunburnt

What BTS would put their s/o’s contact name as

BTS reaction to their s/o crying over them dying in a fanfiction

BTS reaction to you leaving love letters in their locker

BTS reaction to their wedding

BTS reaction to their s/o learning Korean

BTS reaction to being their crush’s bias

BTS reaction to not being their s/o’s bias

BTS reaction to their s/o graduating

BTS reaction to finding out their s/o’s mother passed away

BTS reaction to finding out their s/o sings very well

BTS reaction to their s/o not being touchy

BTS reaction to their s/o having an identical twin

BTS reaction to picking their s/o up from a delayed flight

BTS reaction to their s/o overworking

BTS reaction to their s/o having one meal a day

Seokjin

Can’t Keep Lying

Namjoon

English battle with s/o

Stargazing

Yoongi

Pranking him with a fake hickey

Tsundere!Yoongi, your birthday

J-Hope

House of Memories

Dance practice with his s/o

Jimin

None yet

Taehyung

Art Museum with s/o

Jungkook

Visiting his s/o’s hometown

Member’ teasing him about your relationship

never have i ever thought of this pairing, but the way you close this part is really impressive!!! i cant wait to go through the next chapter and find out what is taehyung up to about his relationship with oc...

↳ Index [Chapter 09 - Parasomnia]

Pairing: Namjoon x f.Reader 

Warnings: Smut, dom!Namjoon, kissing, fingering, finger sucking, public sex in a library, he is being a little bit pushy, confusion 

Wordcount: 7.1k

a/n: besties we are going down together

“Is this seat taken?”

You look up from your book, coming face to face with Kim Namjoon’s smiling face. His dark rimmed glasses are perched up on his nose and one single strand of his raven hair is hanging into his eyes.  

“Uhm…not really, but do you have to?”

He laughs, cocking his right eyebrow up in surprise.

“Did I do something to deserve such a cold shoulder?” he asks.

“I honestly don’t want to talk”, you say and look back into your book.

You can feel him looking at you and the dozens of books you had piled up on the table before you. You try to ignore it.

“Vampires”, he says, studying your features, “you struck me as a lover for the supernatural the moment my eyes fell on you.”

You close the book on East European folklore and look at him with an exasperated sigh.

“What do you want Namjoon? Did Taehyung send you?”

“Taehyung?” Namjoon chuckles. He takes off his brown leather bag and sits down on the chair beside you, turning to you, “why would he send me?”

“Because of what happened last week? Obviously.”

Namjoon reaches for a book and opens it. He skims through it mindlessly, making you grind your teeth in annoyance. If he messes up the little markings you put in there, you will personally end him. He drags his pointer finger over a line talking about the horrors of blood drinking, closing the book afterwards. He looks into your eyes.

“I have no idea what happened between you and him. I’m actually here to gather research material for the paper I am due to write next week”, he explains, lifting his notepad so you could see it.

You cringe, “god sorry, I should have figured. Sorry for snapping at you, I’m just a little moody lately.”

“It is already forgiven”, he assures you with a sweet smile, “may I ask what happened? I missed you in our Tuesday lecture today.”

You sigh and shrug your shoulders.

“I honestly have no idea. I was with Tae, you know?”

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taehyung: what’s for dinner?

jin: i’m serving looks tonight.

taehyung: …

taehyung: jin hyung please, we haven’t eaten in three days.

𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐀𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐒 :-

𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐉𝐎𝐎𝐍

ɴᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ ɪ

ɴᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ ɪɪ

𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐊𝐉𝐈𝐍

ᴊɪɴ ɪ

𝐌𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐈

ʏᴏᴏɴɢɪ ɪ

𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐊

ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ sᴏᴏɴ

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐍

ᴊɪᴍɪɴ ɪ

ᴊɪᴍɪɴ ɪɪ

𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐓𝐀𝐄𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐆

 ᴛᴀᴇʜʏᴜɴɢ ɪ

ᴛᴀᴇʜʏᴜɴɢ ɪɪ

𝐉𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐊𝐎𝐎𝐊

ᴊᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ ɪ

ᴊᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ ɪɪ

ᴊᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ ɪɪɪ

ᴊᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ ɪᴠ

ᴊᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ ᴠ

ᴊᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ ᴠɪ

ᴊᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ ᴠɪɪ

𝐁𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐓𝟕 / 𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐘

ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ sᴏᴏɴ



Cooking For Two (KSJ x F!Reader)

pairing: ex-boyfriend Seokjin! x reader genre(s): just angst... i'm sorry au(s): exes to exes word count: 1.3k warnings: lots of regret, pining, misunderstandings, mentions of a past fight, Seokjin gets burned, both literally and figuratively rating: PG15

summary: based on this tweet, "seokjin the type to make too much pasta after a breakup because he's used to cooking for two" T_T

a/n: i was itching to write some good angst... and my muse (aka Jin) responded! this is sad, and i made myself cry. tagging @beckysworld7 because you encouraged me hehe <3 this is pretty unedited btw

Seokjin's ears fill with a loud hiss, tearing his gaze away from the soft patter of rain outside his window, and back to the boiling water on the stove. His eyes widen as he takes in the sight of the water overflowing and sizzling on the hot stove top. Cursing internally, he chastises himself for not remembering to put a wooden spoon over the top. It was a habit he rarely forgot, until, of course, his life had been tossed so far afield that he had lost all sense of familiarity.

And so, he continued on, fighting tooth and nail to hold on to the parts of his life that defined who he was before it had happened. However, the breakup had left him broken, empty, watching you take the best parts of him, of you both, and throw them away like they’d never meant anything at all.

He reaches over to pull the frothing pot off the stove, yelping as the blistering heat of the hot metal kisses his bare skin. Shaking his hand, he yells in pain and runs cold water over the burn, searching for some sort of relief. The taste of ash coats his mouth, and he’s not sure whether it’s from the pasta he’d nearly burnt, or the acrid memories that have begun to rise up from the deep place he’d buried them so many months ago.

Pappardelle with homemade bolognese sauce. He’d made the dish a thousand times before. It had been your favorite after every night out, every big celebration, even on rainy days, like today, when you weren't feeling well. The fresh, al dente noodles and the simmering hearty sauce were irrevocably tied to the memory of your relationship, each bite creating a different snapshot in his brain of times that had passed long ago.

Every Friday night since the last time he saw you, Seokjin made two bowls of pasta, sitting alone at the dining table, breathless and begging for you to walk through the door. Waiting until the steaming bowls ran cold, he finally accepted that you weren't coming today. After finishing one bowl, he'd put away the other one, sneaking bites of the cold, rubbery dough throughout the weekend; coming home from another failed date, or right before bed when the longing was at its worst.

He heard Namjoon’s voice in the back of his head, chastising him that the way he was living wasn’t healthy, that it’d been too long since you had gone. Seokjin knew his friend was right. But Seokjin didn’t know how to live his life without you, just like he’d never known how to only make one serving of your favorite recipe. And so he sat there, in the oppressive loneliness of the apartment you two had once shared, and lost himself.

Shuddering from the cold, he gazes over to the warm, calm flames that burn in the fireplace. At the end of it all, he hadn’t even remembered what caused the fight that ended it - all he remembers was the rage, the inferno that had erupted between the two of you. It was like nothing he had experienced before - hot, angry, and scathing. Blazing down everything in its path. The bitter stench of regret had settled deep inside his lungs as your footsteps ran out and closed the door behind you.

The doorbell rings, followed by the distinct sound of three rhythmic knocks, and Seokjin freezes.

Swinging the door open, his dazed mind wonders if it’s all been a dream. Because it’s you, cheeks red from the cold, bundled up in the plaid scarf and red mittens he’d gotten you for your very first Christmas together. You look beautiful, and Seokjin’s heart hurts all over again. Because you’re not his to love anymore.

You look towards his downturned gaze, and immediately think to yourself that it was a mistake coming here. The two of you stand on opposite sides of the threshold, forced into an impasse of your own doing.

Deciding to break the silence, you clear your throat, and Jin’s glassy eyes meet yours, pain contained within their umber depths.

“I’m so sorry for showing up like this,” you gasp, not realizing the words come out as a sob. “But I was making a dish, umm, the pappardelle with bolognese. And I realized I left the Le Creuset pot with you.”

Taking a deep breath, you force air into your lungs, mustering up the strength to continue while feeling the tears prick your eyelashes.

“You probably don’t want to give it back,” you mumble in the smallest voice you can manage. “And it’s unfair of me to ask for it, but I needed to make something for a thing I have to go to and I remembered you, uhmm, I mean your recipe.”

Peering through your lids at Seokjin, you watch him gulp as he tries to force a response, struggling to get the words out.

“I have the pot,” he garbles, voice hoarse. “Take it, and don’t worry about the pasta. I made some. You can have it too.”

Looking your ex-boyfriend in the eyes, the man you thought you’d have forever with, a sob escapes your throat, and your heavy breaths echo in the frosty air as he waits for you to respond.

“W-what do you mean take it?” you whimper, fingers itching underneath your mittens to reach out and brush a stray strand of hair out of his eyes.

“I make it every Friday,” he whispers. “Two bowls. You can take the other bowl with you.”

You watch him disappear into the apartment, coming back out with a sizzling pot of pasta in his hands. He pauses, visage lost deep in contemplation, before the lines in his face disappear and he gives you a soft smile.

“Or,” he goes on. “You could come in and have some with me? There’ll probably be enough leftovers for you to take home with you.”

You feel a pit in your stomach at his proposition, glancing over at his pretty eyes and parted lips as they hopefully await your response.

Looking away, you stare down the hall of the apartment complex, not wanting to meet his gaze as you push your red mitten to the side and Seokjin catches a glimpse at your blanched fingers.

A sparkling, oval-cut diamond sits on your left ring finger, and through your pounding heartbeat, you hear Seokjin let out a pained whine.

“I-, I’m so sorry, Jin. I never should have come,” you weep, knowing that if you looked him in the eyes one more time, you’d fall in love all over again.

Turning on your heels, you leave him devastated, thoughts swimming with uncertainty about the fiancé waiting for you in the parlor of his parents’ house. Knowing deep in your soul that part of your heart would forever belong to the man you left at the threshold, clutching the steaming dish in his hands.

Slamming the pot onto the counter, Jin chokes on his tears, heaving in between deep breaths as he watches you run away through the window.

Lifting the spoon to his lips, he inhales a large bite of the dish, hoping to nurse his broken heart, only to have a dull flavorless bite coat his tongue. He’d forgotten the salt. Mourning the loss of his finesse for the dish that had once warmed his heart, he can’t help but remark at the forfeit of his love for you as well.

He feels rage overtake him, throwing the pot against the wall. The tasteless rubbery mess along with the shattered remnants of the last item of yours he’d kept painting a gut-wrenching portrait as he slumps to the floor.

He doesn’t know how long he stays there, tears leaking from his eyes as his whole body shakes.

When the clock strikes midnight, Seokjin rises, picking up the bland mess in his hands and throwing it in the trash. For good.

A/N pt. 2: Thanks for reading! As always, any feedback or comments are much appreciated, but I appreciate you all anyway. Lots of love, Isi 💜

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

↳ Index [Chapter 08 - Prandiculum]

Pairing: slight Jimin x f.Reader, Taehyung x f.Reader

Warnings: suggestive themes, Jimin being a lot, blood drinking, Tae being angry, confusion

Wordcount: 5.3k

a/n: boy if you don’t-

You really like the songs of birds. You have always liked the songs of birds, even when you were a little girl – too naïve for the world and with far too much energy to spare – you really liked birds and their singing. It calmed you down, but also made you think of many amazing stories in your head. Most of the time those stories were about the topics those little fellas were singing about. Where the spots for catching worms were hidden in your garden, how the air all the way up in the sky felt like, or maybe just about how many people they have pooped on today. You had the silliest stories for every kind of bird and its melodies.

Now that you are all grown up – still maybe a little naïve but feeling far more tired than energetic – the music of birds reminded you of home. Your parent’s house is surrounded by a spacious garden, so your childhood was filled with happy whistling and little songs, hence the many stories. So whenever you are woken up by the songs of birds, you feel like you are back in your childhood bedroom, ready to start a new day of adventuring.

So when you open your eyes to a new day and don’t find yourself in your bedroom, you are confused. Now bear in mind, you hadn’t expected to wake up in your childhood bedroom, your mind was awake enough to realise that this was impossible. But you had expected to wake up in your apartment. White walls, which were slightly yellowed from all the previous people living in it, a big water stain on the left corner of the ceiling, the smell of your radiator heating up. But you weren’t greeted by those things, instead the clear blue sky greeted you.

You blink a few times, rubbing at your eyes when the image still remains.

“Huh.”

The sky is still here even after you rubbed your eyes. You look at your hands and start counting your fingers. You have more fingers in dreams, so your father always told you. You only have your required amount, not one more and not one less. So you aren’t dreaming. You are actually resting under a glass dome. Also what is that smell? Like old books and expensive wood?

You look around. A library.

“Oh!”

You must be stupid in sleep. You stayed over at Taehyung’s place, now you remember! This is his library, a secret he shared with you last night before you and him spent hours watching the stars and kissing until your lips were tender. You touch them, feeling your heart flutter. Last night was so amazing. He took you dancing, walked with you under the moonlight, showed you his most precious possessions and then told you that you are important to him under the starry sky and then fell asleep with you while you were resting in his arms.

You giggle, hiding your face behind your hands. Last night was epic.

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