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YOU ARE THE REASON
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sliding onto your dash like...
Hey, you may not remember me, my name’s Ellie, I basically disappeared off the face of the earth.
Believe it or not I’ve actually been doing a lot of writing and I have about 5 unfinished BTS pieces at the moment, I just have no inspiration/motivation, just a whole load of writer’s block.
Pls wait for me, I won’t disappoint... hopefully
a reason he found in you
it lingered. longer than it should. not that it bothered you that much, it was just another thing that you became got used to. empty nights. cold coffee. silent afternoons. still.
it had been a year, feelings dampen. you sober up. you just push through.
but, of course, life will give you unexpected surprises when you least expect it.
it was at a friend’s party where there, you saw him again. He dressed the same, black clothes, stoic expression. He appeared to be alone and was comfortable in his own private sphere while you were slightly anxious at the new bustling environment.
then there, not that you planned it, your eyes went to his direction and he lifted his head at the exact moment. eyes met and suddenly your vision caves in. all you saw was him and his dark brown orbs that reeled you in. the surge of nostalgia and sudden need to hear his voice again, to feel his touch flooded your body. you were the first to break away. mouth went dry, finger tips sleeked with your sweat.
walking away from the living room, you made your way out through the tight space where bodies were rocking and swaying to the loud music, because suddenly you were choking on air.
as you weaved your way through, he was steadily following your steps, one, two steps behind you.
‘y/n’
soft but potent, it was enough to stop you at your tracks.
for milliseconds and perhaps seconds, you did not dare to turn around and acknowledge his presence. it was too sudden. you did not have a plan on how to talk to him, how to act around him.
‘y/n?’
with eyes clenched and hands curled into a fist, you managed to utter a response to him.
‘yes?”
with your back still facing towards him, you can’t see his face but you hear a soft chuckle and a long drawn out sigh, ‘are you avoiding me, by any chance?”
“pfttt, no” however the no came out more like fragile, delicate no.
‘then turn around so we can talk like how normal people do,”
and you heeded with obvious hesitance and slight apprehension.
the first thing you saw was his neck. the adam’s apple that bobbed. the skin that covered the delicate place which had fallen victim so many times to your lustful lips on so many nights and summer afternoon. next, his lips and then his eyes.
his gaze had not faltered, and in fact intensified with each passing second, boring his eyes into you and through you.
“you have not changed, still shy and unable to meet my eyes,’
you wanted to protest but it was true.
you were afraid, fear was entrenched in your bones, shaking your body tumultuously. he was your first love but also the guy who had left you with broken pieces and a broken story to finish. yet here he was, in front of you, saying your name as if your name did not hold any significance to him whatsoever.
“can we talk?” his voice gentle but the effect it had on you was enough to make you want to escape.
‘about?”
“us.”
the word lingered in the air. it was tempting, you have to admit, to open the lid you have remained locked up for that long, there was something addictive to feeling vulnerable. but enough was enough. one year was long enough.
“No, I am sorry, but I am afraid there is nothing for us to talk about,”
his body stiffened and his intense gaze retreated and he must have been taken aback with your sudden bravado. must have been the alcohol you reasoned.
“did i come out too strong?” he tried and you witnessed the peeling away of his own bravado front. a smile you have etched on your mind appeared on his face and like a kid in front of candies and sweets, you wanted to open up to him, and let him in once more.
“perhaps,”
“ is it stuffy here? Let’s go somewhere else,”
before you could even say anything, his hands had grasped yours and there your idle body wobbled and followed his firm pull of the arm.
you guys reached a local convenience store a blocks away from where the party was held.
while he was picking and deciding what items to buy, you decided it was time for you to break the silence that had enveloped you guys after the hastened escape.
“why did you come back?”
he stopped and looked at you, as if he was trying to seek for a response in you.
“unfinished business, a person…you.”
“here we go again,” you retorted while rolling your eyes and walked into the next aisle, scanning through the packets of chips and soft drinks, though you paid no attention to them as his words, has caught you and left you feeling weird things. you. one word. but it pulled your strings, opened a lid, separated bodies of ocean.
“I am serious, Y/N,”
“yep, of course you are, never doubted it,”
you gave him a coy look before walking out of the store with your newly purchased items.
“so what is your plan to resolve this unfinished business of yours,”
your question was met with shrugs and a smirk that you wish you could rub of his face because it was illegal and absolutely not nice of him to do this to you.
“but i think I am making good progress so far,”
your turn to smirk, ‘ oh really now?”
later in the night, somehow he tricked you into giving your number to him and with a faux- sigh of relief you say your goodnight before closing the door and have your body slide dramatically down the wall. What are you thinking? This goes against everything you have built for.
*ding* alerting you of a text.
“Don’t you worry, i have a blueprint on how to tackle the next few steps, hear me out but till then good night,”
funny wasn’t it? how life worked, bringing old memories and having them dissected and probed, but instead of feeling afraid, you cannot wait till the next day to come. perhaps it was the hormones kicking in or perhaps your unspoken dreams were slowing playing out.
he was back…and it was because of you.
TBC.
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It’s Joonie
Since Unfinished
It was never meant to happen; you and him were never meant to see each other again. 3 years ago, the friendship, edging towards budding romance, you had with him ended with a haste ending and ultimately left both of you with unspoken words and unfinished, lingering remnants of something that could have but never did.
‘Let’s not be friends anymore, Goodbye.’
Yet here you were, standing pathetically in front of his apartment door. You were running on raw audacity prompted by a couple of drinks and to be honest, you had no idea where this was going.
No script, no plan. in fact, you did not even know whether he still lives here.
Your knocks vibrated across the hallway and you held your breath as you waited for any response. The muffled sounds of footsteps followed by a low groan who is it, confirmed your doubts. He still lived here.
The door creaked and you witnessed the wave of shock and surprise rippling across his facial features.
You wasted no time to get to the point.
‘Can we talk?”
and then much to your surprise he nodded his head and let you into his house.
Tick tock went the clock, no one spoke a word, in fact no exchange of anything was made, instead you had been awkwardly standing by the kitchen bench while he was fixing some coffee for you.
You never asked for it nor did he ask, but it was just him, making coffees for visitors.
You watched his figure efficiently working at the coffee machine. The shoulders that were lean yet strong and the quick and agile movements of his hand. He has not changed and even if he did, you were not there to witness the process.
The sound of pouring liquid filled the room and soon a cup of steaming coffee was placed in front of you.
“You wanted to talk?” he queried while making himself comfortable across the bench.
You wanted to buy time to think. Lifting the cup to your lips you took a long drained out sip.
“Congratulations on your scholarship,” you offered.
Milliseconds of silence then, a stoic thanks came from the man in front of you.
You glance up from your lids and saw his gaze has rested on you.
“Is that all?” He asked.
It wasn’t rocket science, there was certainly hints of agitation embedded within that question and you did not blame him. 3 years of not seeing each other and then all of a sudden here you were, in front of him, drinking his coffee, failing to keep this conversation going.
“No, I j-just wanted to talk.. to talk about us?” the last word lingered a little too heavy in the air. You noticed the slight shift in his facial features at the mention of the notion of us.
“What about it?”
You took another sip before beginning again.
“I don’t know but I just feel everything is un-”
“Unfinished,”
Eyebrows raised at the accuracy of his guess. You nodded your head which prompted his nodding of his head acknowledging your feelings and also relaying his agreement to your stance.
“Go, ask me the questions I had failed to answer you three years ago, I will give you the ultimatum that you deserve,” He readjusted his sitting position and now rested his arms on the bench. He was waiting for you to begin.
“Was I the only one who felt something?”
Eyes squinted, lips pursed, he was afraid of answering you. But he did give you his words just moments ago.
“No,”
“Were the memories we made genuine or part of your scheme?”
“Genuine.”
“And did you miss me after that night?”
“Yes.”
“Do you still do?”
This time he had raised his head and those brown orbs have darkened into a colour of hesitance and regret. He was fumbling with his thumbs before taking a gentle sigh and mumbling a soft here and there, yes I do. You expected to have your heart beat faster at the affirmation of your lingering feelings but instead you felt at ease; wistfully accepting of the somewhat sad fate between you and him.
He had not move and was looking at you, supposedly waiting for your response. You offered a smile and nodded your head.
“Ah I see,”
You finished the cup of coffee and started moving your way towards his door. He quietly followed you, then at the last moment he asked you to wait. He had half jogged into his room and after a few minutes he came back with a bag in his hands.
“What is it?” you questioned while eyeing the bag.
“Something I have failed to give to you three years ago,”
You sighed at the lack of details his response provided. that was always him. A man with little words.
The bag felt heavy in your hands and you tried to peer into it but was stopped by his hands. Open it at home.
His hands buzzed warmth onto your hands and as if he noticed the rippling effect, he quickly retracted his hands back to his side and gave you his last farewell.
You waited for the door to close behind you but it did not happen, turning around you find him standing by staring at you with a look that reeked of melancholy.
“Why do I feel like I am going to regret this?”
Before you could respond to his cryptic statement, he had walked forward and with his sturdy arms snaked around your waist, he pulled your body into him.
His face inches away from yours and before you can do anything his lips had crashed upon yours. Red alarms flashed haphazardly in your mind. No. No. NO. But your heart was saying the forbidden yeses in scores and gladly your body followed your heart’s wishes and soon your body molded into his, causing his hands to wrap tighter around your waist.
TBC.
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On Your Birthday (Jin)
-Will wake you up with the greatest breakfast in bed full of your favourite foods -Won't let you start eating until you've given him at least 5 kisses -Eyes the food tray as he sits next to you in bed -"Do you want some of the fruit?" "No, it's all yours" "You're basically drooling all over it anyway, have it" -Helps you choose a really cute outfit that matches his -Takes you to your favourite quiet spot for a small picnic -Laying on the picnic blanket, gazing at the clouds and making out funny shapes -Eating at your favourite restaurant for dinner -Coming home and him running you a lovely bath with your favourite bath bomb -Falling asleep in his arms whilst your favourite movie plays on the TV
I’ve been writing inspiration passages like these recently to help me through writers’ block, but they don’t seem to be helping because I’m bad as romance stories….
-Ellie
Best Friendship (Part 1)
JungkookxAlex - Fluff - Word Count: ~400
Sorry I disappeared, but I’m back from holiday now! Here’s a little something I wrote for my favourite child!
-Admin Ellie
Imagine...
...dropping your napkin on a flight and watching Flight Attendant!Jimin bend over to pick it up 🙊
tae u can’t just walk away from something like that
The First - Yoongi Drabble
The First | The Second | The Third | The Last | The Aftermath [ one year since ]
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With his first glance, feelings sprung out of place, mouth went dry, mind went berserk, hands perspired, a moment that took Yoongi out of surprise. He never made advances towards women or men, they always crawled to him. In fact Yoongi was so disinterested in romance, he banned his associates to talk anything that may relate to it.
He hated it. Love, to him, was a weakness. A social construct that brainwashed people to do useless and bizarre things, seeing the ignorance and pure nuisances that stemmed from this highly flawed concept he swore to never be part of it. However, his resolve was instantly broken, single handedly, without any effort whatsoever by you.
In fact you didn’t even know he was there staring at you with his mouth slightly ajar. You, without any second thoughts, running to the aid of an elderly who has fell down and was semi unconscious.
That scene played before Yoongi eyes and whether he wanted it or not, there was no denial that your quick and effective response left quite a strong impression on him. Realising where this may lead, Yoongi refused to let it affect him any further and briskly walked away from the crowd that had gathered itself around the chaotic event. He tried to shove down the whirling butterflies that have set aflight.
He reassured himself. ’ This is a one-off incident. Never will it occur. I built upon this resolve for ten odd years, it will not crumble upon an isolated occasion. ’
…which was absolutely futile because he had already taken quite a liking of you and much to his initial distaste, this was only the beginning.
A story was going to be written.
If BTS was a fruit.
I'm bored and just decided to take this rather unorthodox approach hahah. Enjoy :) ----------------------------------------------- Jimin, like a ray of sunshine he will be sweet and heartwarming, the vibrant colour that catches your attention from afar. The tangy and sweet taste, the slight crunch and the burst of juices flooding your tastebuds. Jimin will be a strawberry. Taehyung will be like an adventure, a spectrum of tastes, sweet, sour, bitter. He is unpredictable -and spontaneous, every crunch releases a different taste, a different flavour. Taehyung will be a star fruit. Jin will be your go-to fruit. He is packed with every positive qualities you would like in a friend. Kindness, tolerance, caring, he may be like any other boys, but he is a jem once found. A true hero. Jin will be an apple. Jungkook, a growing man who is maturing in every single way possible. He is capable of making you squeal and then cry within milliseconds. He is strong, smart, funny, persistent. A presence that cannot be ignored. Jungkook will be a watermelon. Namjoon, a quiet thinker. A man with a wild mind and running thoughts. From the outside he may appear to be zoned out but inside he is the epitome of orderly chaos. Once you open him, you will be awestruck at the intricate structure of his internal system. Quite a masterpiece. Namjoon will be a mangosteen J-hope, a man who appears to be happy-go-lucky but when things go sour, it turns sour. A man who needs nurturing and tolerance. Sometimes his presence may soothe or burden you, but he stays true to himself. An outgoing yet introverted man. Jhope is a mango. Yoongi, quiet and lethargic, he is the owner of his ideas and world. A man who appears to be cold but is aware of everyone's feelings and pains. Sensitive and conscious of his surroundings, Yoongi is an observer. He is sweet yet bitter, sour yet plain. A walking contradiction. He may appear to be one thing when in fact he is another. Yoongi is a grapefruit
Yoongi was my first bias but Jungkook lately has really been trying extra hard to make me swerve lanes... and I TRIED TO RESIST SO BAD, BUT HERE I AM MAKING THIS POST ABOUT HIM. EURGHHHHHHHH THAT FETUS ADULT.
You realised that he have four type of smiles.
One when he is genuinely happy. The type of smile where the eyes are semi-closed and have the crow’s feet.
Second is for when he is embarrassed- the type where there is a slight lip-bite accompanied with the slight tumbling of the thumbs and lowered head.
Third is for times when he is hiding his anger or frustration in order to uphold an amicable relationship- the type where the eyes are stern and is piercing, the nostrils are flared.
The last is reserved for her. Just for her. The glistening eyes, the slight smirk, the subtle colour of fuschia settling upon his cheeks.
