Family is who you kill for. Who you die for. In this society, you and your kin are shadows, clinging to the darkness to obey orders absolute. But when such orders command you to abandon what little honor remains for wealth and notoriety, you find yourself lost in lonely uncertainty about the only vocation youāve ever known. That is, until you meet a man with gentle hands, a poetās heart, and a love for coaxing the world into bloom.
pairing: assassin!reader x florist!namjoon
genre: smut, angst, action, sprinkles of fluff
words: 20.7k
contains: descriptions of violence & blood, weapons, minor character death, fingering, dirty talk, oral (f), protected piv, multiple smut scenes, namjoon talks to his plants
a/n: this piece challenged every ounce of my creativity (in the best of ways) & iām so ecstatic to share it with you all! i tried my best with the floral research, please forgive me for any inaccuracies.
Night is coming.
With steady hands, you draw taupe curtains on windows that reflect the light of a dying sun, melting into the horizon to pave the way for the illustrious moon. The space now cast in darkness, you follow the trail of shadows to the full-length mirror that lines a wall in the entryway of this hotel room.
āLights on, 60%.ā
You tilt your head to a side, scrutinizing the dress that hangs loosely from your figure, done in a muted, subtle navy. With no loose threads to be found, you focus on your hair, on the carefully pinned bun and the solitary tendrils that weave their way down the side of your face. Just below, two earrings, diamond studs, add just a hint of distracting sparkle. But the most important accessory of your night will be the ring on your right handās middle finger, and the thin, imperceptible needle hidden inside, filled with exactly one dose of lethality.
From the designer purse that sits at your side, you extract your mini-communicator. A few taps has the hologram pixilating to life, bursting from the screen as you confirm the details of your mission. Tonight, you intend on making the acquaintance of one Park Siyeon. Multi-millionaire. Entrepreneur. Target.
hello everyone <3 i didnāt want to disappear out of nowhere so iām letting yāall know that iām taking an indefinite break from writing. the internet in general has just been very bad for my mental health. and i know youāve heard this a lot haha but this app just isnāt the same anymore and the weird anons are throwing me off and iām. exhausted. thank you for all the love and support for the past three years :] i hope i never lacked in showing my appreciation for that. each reblog, comment, and ask give me butterflies. i genuinely love all of you and iām so lucky that my blog attracted such kind souls. i hope my works are something you still want to come back to every now and then. i hope atleast one cheered you up when you were sad. i hope atleast one made life seem a little better. i hope atleast one made you feel something in your heart, your gut.
i told myself i wanted to finish dreamboat atleast before i do this. i didnāt expect it to be sort of timely. if you could read it with a wider perspective i think that would be nice.
i will still check in every now and then ^_^ feel free to interact, send an ask, and dm me still. i just wonāt be as active as before. iāll try to hop back into writing when i feel better :) i love you all. please take care of yourself always and think of me sometimes <3 art is everywhere, no? :P
Oh art bby i hope you feel better soon <3 your writing is special, and I hope you'll come back to it one day, when you're ready <33 ive been on a break from reading for a while actually now too, we have our ruts, and thats ok. I wish you nothing but love <3 - alfi
ā Genre: fluff, smut, angst, established relationship, slice of life, domestic
ā Word count: 13.4k
ā Warnings: strong language, pregnancy talk, mentions of infertility, explicit sexual content; fingering, oral sex (f. receiving), penetrative sex, mild dirty talk and fluff (thereās so much it should definitely be a warning)
ā Summary:Ā you and your husband decide to finally start trying for a baby. It should be easy enough, you thought. But it turns out getting pregnant is a lot harder than you expected.
A/N: hereās part two! let me know your thoughts <3
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Itās been nearly two hours since Jungkook left when you grab your phone, deciding to finally call him. But the second youāre about to do so, youāre stopped by the distant sound of the front door to your apartment opening and the familiar rustling of keys.
The rapid thumping of your heart only grows as the sound of footsteps steadily reach the bedroom. And the feeling of relief and pure regret that washes over you when you see him enter the room already has tears welling up in your eyes. Sitting upright, you put your phone down beside you when your eyes meet for a split second. However, no words come from either of you.
oh loved this so so so much. it was so so beautifully written, i loved every single minute. Thank you so so much for sharing this with us <33 i truly enjoyed both parts !! <33
ā³ Prompts: āWhat if you find your soulmateā¦ at the wrong time?ā - Lauren Kate, Passion
ā³ Summary: Be careful for what you wish for, because you may never know how to deal with them once it comes true. What would you do when your wish for a second chance actually came true? But was it really a fulfilled wish? Too many questions lie when it actually happened. Were they real memories? Or perhaps a part of a past life? Was it only a dream all along? Will everything be different this time?
ā³ Warnings: Mentions of cancer
ā³ Authorās Note: Starting from this chapter ahead timeline will flip back and forth between the current life and some flashbacks of the past life experiences that the OC had gone through. To make things less confusing, I will add the timeline info aside from location and year, so you can differentiate them in case the chapter has two different timelines at the same time. Thank you for reading. I hope the slow plot on this chapter wonāt bore or confuse you^^
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YRYSHEGDVSVER NAUURRR WHWHEHVS HELLO?? MY EMOTIONS AND MENTAL STATE CANNNNOT FUNCTION. dia you dont know HOW much i flipped out at the " im park jimin" section GRAHHH. i feel heartbreak coming. im #team jimin.
ā³ Prompts: āWhat if you find your soulmateā¦ at the wrong time?ā - Lauren Kate, Passion
ā³ Summary: Be careful for what you wish for, because you may never know how to deal with them once it comes true. What would you do when your wish for a second chance actually came true? But was it really a fulfilled wish? Too many questions lie when it actually happened. Were they real memories? Or perhaps a part of a past life? Was it only a dream all along? Will everything be different this time?
ā³ Warning: Mentions of cancer
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āWest Valley Apartment, year 2026ā
I was falling.
Everything was dark and I could feel myself falling from heights. I saw a light from the corner of my eyes and I tried to reach out for it with my hands. But I just kept on falling and drifting away from it. I called out for the face that appeared from the center of the light; he who only stared at me in silence as I fell. But nothing came out from my lips. I could feel myself falling further away into the darkness which felt like an eternity. A fall that would never stop.
ā³ Prompts: āWhat if you find your soulmateā¦ at the wrong time?ā - Lauren Kate, Passion
ā³ Summary: Be careful for what you wish for, because you may never know how to deal with them once it comes true. What would you do when your wish for a second chance actually came true? But was it really a fulfilled wish? Too many questions lie when it actually happened. Were they real memories? Or perhaps a part of a past life? Was it only a dream all along? Will everything be different this time?
ā³ Authorās Note: Starting from this chapter and to the next, the story will focus more on what will happen long in the future, hopefully, they will make things clearer, although each chapter will still be divided into two-three different timelines. Iām sorry it took so long for me to update. I nearly lost my motivation to write tbh^~^ I hope you guys will stay with me, thank you for reading (and waiting!)
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mmmmmm.... jks kinda a red flag at the moment š¤Øš¤Øš¤Ø WHAT CAUSED THIS?? no way hes been an asshole from the beginning?? i refuse to believe that. wheres my min yoongi to drink my sorrows away with šš GRAHH what i wouldn't DOOOO for a forehead kiss from yoongles š. CANCER THO? WHAT??? Im in shock. I hope ocs ok :(((
ā³ Prompts: āWhat if you find your soulmateā¦ at the wrong time?ā - Lauren Kate, Passion
ā³Ā Summary: Be careful for what you wish for, because you may never know how to deal with them once it comes true. What would you do when your wish for a second chance actually came true? But was it really a fulfilled wish? Too many questions lie when it actually happened. Were they real memories? Or perhaps a part of a past life? Was it only a dream all along? Will everything be different this time?
ā³ Authorās Note: This is one of the oldest fics I wrote but I took it down because I was highly unhappy about it so I rewrite the whole thing. It might be confusing at first, but I hope it will clear up on the next chapters.
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= Prologue =
Each and every single human being in this world always wants something. We always have our wishes for our own selfishness.
We wish for a good life.
We wish for love.
We wish for happiness.
We wish for second chances.
Second chance.
That was what I wished for.
The one thing I prayed for every night before I sleep. The one thing I prayed for, on the very night before I woke up in an entirely different life.
A new life.
My second chance.
I dreaded my life.
I was 30 years old. I have lost all kinds of connection with my parents. I have lost everything, my love, my hope and my dreams. And I could feel my whole life slipping away, taking pieces of my soul as it withered to ashes. I cried constantly until I reached to a point where I could no longer find any will to release the pain burning inside of me.
I was 30 years old when I felt numb. When I lost the love that I used to have towards life. When all I could feel was exhaustion.
I was 30 years old when I closed my eyes that night with a loud cry of āI donāt want this life anymoreā.
I was 30 years old when I fell asleep.
I was 15 years old when I opened my eyes the next day.
ummmmmm i litterally agreed to attend a party tmr. I willingly, actually fr agreed ME. Like i physically was like oh yes I will attened. now why am i so so so so anxious to go šš no like actually i dont want to exit my house and gaurr. pls im so streeswd
Warnings: foul language, feelings of insecurity, minor accident caused by inebriation, getting drunk, explicit sexual content (making out, oral m & f receiving, unprotected sex but be safe please!), JK has a hip tattoo and at some point has gray hair (18+)
Word count: 22.6k
Summary: Ā When Jimin hits a crisis, he enlists the help of his older sister - you - and his best friend, Jungkook, to put the pieces back again. That proves to be difficult when 1) Jiminās a brat and a certified pain in the ass, and 2) Jungkook has grown and suddenly, you canāt keep your eyes off him.
A/N 1: I wanted to write something fun for a change and saw @ladyartemesiaās brotherās best friend list and thought it would be a nice trope to explore because if there would be an ideal bratty younger brother, it would be Jimin. This was sooo much fun to write but also reminded me again of why I love my baby sister more than anyone in this world. Hope you all enjoy!Ā
A/N 2: I did a reread and fell in love again with this JK so I wrote a part 2 and did a 2024 version of this one. š
āsummary: you grief, and it's the expression of your everlasting love for Jungkook.
āpairings: Jungkook x reader
ārating: 18+ (it deals with heavy themes)
āgenre: grief!au, angst
āwarnings: this is a grief!au so it's rough. jungkook died and reader tries to grieve him. lucid dream where she sees him and talks to him again, curses, a lot of crying
āword count: 1.9k
āa/n: this hurts. idk why i wrote it. i was sad watching a sad instagram reel and then this happened. i apologize, and i love y'all, and if you need to talk just reach out <3 i'm always here for you guys.
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Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Thereās been a coffee stain on the kitchen counter for weeks.
Staring at it, you can almost hear the laughter it brought forth then. A laughter of crinkling doe eyes, of a bunny grin and arms wrapping around your middle. Itās a hand clutching around your heart, like it used to clutch around your fingers.
Itās the ghost of bodies entwined that werenāt meant to be separated.
In the bathroom, his towel has started to smell like humidity instead of the body wash he used, the one he claimed was good for his hair too. A 3-in-1 combo thing, something you used to tease him constantly about. And though the smell is a sign that you need to clean the towel, you canāt bring yourself to do the laundry.
In fact, you canāt bring yourself to do any chores. You just let Bam out three times a day, and then you go back to bed. Back to a cold bed that was supposed to be an island of you and him.
Now itās an island of your grief, of tear-stained pillows and sorrow-filled sheets.
The sun rises and sets every day, but time has stopped. Time stopped on a surprised rainy day when he didnāt come home.
And heāll never come home again.
It burns. It burns like the pizza you put in the oven, thinking that maybe youād eat for the first time in weeks. The smoke pricks your eyes, suffocates your lungs. You hope itāll steal your breath like his breath was stolen, too.
A last exhale, one you werenāt there to share.
You open the windows to air the room, and late spring flows in. Chirping birds and a soft breeze surround you, and you feel sick to your stomach. Because he wonāt experience any other season. His life ended on a rainy April day, forever altering yours in the process.
Bam watches you from where heās lying down by the door, still waiting for him to come home. Indeed, heād used to come home around this time every day, to whisk you in his arms and tell you he loves you. But not that day.
No, that day, you sat on the couch watching the raindrops chasing themselves on the window, your phone clutched in your hand because heād been supposed to be home an hour ago. When the phone rang bringing the news, your life became quiet.
Itās been quiet since then.
Your friends come over in the evening, with food you try to eat. You remember evenings that youād spend with them and him, laughing and playing games and doing everything that young people do.
Young people arenāt supposed to die. Or so you tell yourself as you follow the conversation, but never participate, like maybe he left with your voice too. Your friends donāt complain about it ā they know how much he meant to you, how much you meant to him, too.
You wonder what heād say if he were here tonight, and you think you wouldnāt be able to hear it. Not when you havenāt been able to listen to his last voice message again, even though it sits on your phone, a keepsake of your love gone too soon.
When your friends leave, they hug you tight, though itās never as tight as he used to hold you. Because he was the only one to know how to hold your pieces together and tonight, like every night since then, they fall apart. They fall apart like dandelions in the wind, so easily blown away.
You go to bed, Bam with you, staring up at the ceiling, imagining that it is his body next to yours. That it is his soft snores you can hear, his gentle breaths dragging you to sleep hours after you lied down.
You wake up feeling different. The light shines differently, like itās from another world. The apartment smells of bacon and coffee, and you furrow your brows. The bed is empty, yet warmth lingers in the sheets next to you.
You step out of bed, tiptoe on a floor that you know to be usually cold in the morning, yet today itās warm. Youāre wearing an oversized white t-shirt he usually wears, and you feel like youāre forgetting something, yet you canāt quite tell what.
You walk out of the bedroom, and Bam greets you like he always does in the morning after his walk, with his tag wagging so wildly itās making his whole body shake from side to side. You laugh, petting him as he tries to jump on you so that he can lick your face, though he eventually abandons to trot to the kitchen instead.
You follow behind him, smiling at the sight of his naked back, as he cooks something on the stove.
āYou woke up just in time,ā he tells you, shooting you a quick glance over his shoulder.
His eyes are sad. A sorrow deeper than the ocean hides in his pupils, and youād frown if you hadnāt missed him so much.
āWhat are you making?ā you ask.
He motions to a bowl on the counter. āPancakes. And bacon and coffee, too.ā He glances at you again, like maybe you disappeared while he was looking at the pan on the stove. āYou can pour yourself a cup of coffee while I get everything ready.ā
You nod, smiling softly, before doing so, grabbing your favourite mug from the cupboard. You frown ā wasnāt there supposed to be a chip in it? Yet the mug looks pristine, entirely new. You shrug it off, and then you pour the coffee, before pouring one for him too. You set them on the table and sit in your usual spot, looking out the window.
The sky outside is purple and bright, and you think you can see constellations dusting it.
You know. Youāve known since you woke up, but you donāt care.
You watch him as he finishes cooking, and then he carries the food over to the table. He sits next to you, in his favourite spot because he gets to see you and the TV at the same time. The TV is not on right now, and his attention is solely on you, like heās drinking you in like youāve been drinking him in.
āHow did you sleep?ā he asks.
His eyes are infinitely sad. Itās startling, and you canāt bear the weight they hold. So you focus on your food, while he sits there watching you.
āI slept okay,ā you reply. āYou?ā
He chuckles. āI slept too much.ā He sighs, and itās heavier than the universe. āIām always sleeping lately.ā
You laugh, because what else are you supposed to do?
āYouāre awake now,ā you tease, and you pat his arm.
His skin is soft and warm, void of any scars.
āOnly because youāre here,ā he replies, and he smiles again as you meet his doe eyes. āNow eat.ā
You obey, enjoying the taste of his food ā heās always made the best pancakes, and today is no different. You even think theyāre better, though you reckon that would be impossible.
āYou should make pancakes more often,ā you say when youāre done eating. āI canāt remember the last time you made them.ā
He chuckles, eyes crinkling at the corners, yet the depths remain eternally sorrowful. āIāll make them again soon.ā
You smile, pausing to admire him for a few seconds before you ask, āShould we go back to bed?ā
āWeāre not Sunday,ā he teases.
You narrow your eyes. āIt can be Sunday just this once.ā
His giggles accompany you as he grabs your hand and pulls you to the bedroom, and soon youāre in bed again, laughing as he tickles you.
āFuck, I missed your laugh,ā he says, and you pout.
āI missed you,ā you answer.
He nods, and the sadness invades all his features. āI know.ā Bam appears, jumping on the bed to lie next to you while Jungkook kneels between your legs, hands still resting on your sides. āYouāve been taking good care of Bam?ā
āYes,ā you say. āWeāve been taking a lot of walks.ā
He grins like the sadness was never there, and then he turns towards the dog. āArenāt you lucky?ā
Bam rolls on his back as Jungkook starts petting him, and soon heās rubbing the dogās belly, cooing like heās talking to a baby. Itās adorable, and you admire the view even though it hurts so deeply you think you might be dying.
When heās done with the dog, he looks at you again, a soft smile gracing his lips. āWhat have you been up to?ā
You sigh, and you pull on his arm until heās lying with his head on your chest. āNothing.ā
āThat sounds boring,ā he teases, and you think you feel his tears wetting the shirt youāre wearing, though you donāt mention it.
āHey, Iām just doing my best,ā you reply, pinching his side.
He laughs. āI know.ā
āHow long until you have to go?ā you ask.
He sighs, and he glances at the time on the night table. āToo soon.ā
You rub a hand on his back, your arms tightening around him. He looks up at you, and you meet his gaze, hoping to find an eternity in them.
āI wish you could stay,ā you whisper.
āMe too.ā
He kisses you then, his feather soft lips meeting yours for a short embrace of the love you share. Your heart settles in your chest, your ache momentarily forgotten, and you wish to get lost in him. Wish to stay here with him forever, but he inevitably pulls away from the kiss, looking over his shoulder.
āItās time to go,ā he says.
You nod, because you know. You feel it too, and so you force yourself to get up. He quickly puts a shirt on, and then you follow him to the door.
āText me when you get to work?ā you tell him, eyes filled with tears.
āI will.ā He meets your gaze, his own eyes lined with silver. āPlease be safe.ā
You chuckle. āYou be safe.ā
āAlways,ā he says. He opens the door, looking outside, but he doesnāt move for a while.
āShould we hang out again soon?ā you ask, hoping that itāll make him stay.
He looks back at you. āIāll be waiting for you.ā
You nod, and he takes a step outside. Heās fading out of focus, yet you try to hold onto it, to keep him here with you. Itās like it works ā he turns back around, and then rushes to you, wrapping his arm around your waist as he hides his face in your neck. But youāre losing him again ā already, the apartment has faded away, and all thatās left is the purple sky with its infinity of stars.
āI love you,ā you whisper as he, too, fades away.
In the vast expanse of nothing, you think you hear him saying it back. You reach for him, and you think you can see him again, see his smile, though heās just a little too far for you to touch.
āIām sorry I didnāt come home.ā
You wake, the bleak light from the sun filtering through the blinds, and the sky proves to be the blue of sorrow again. Grief, the expression of your everlasting love, sits on your chest, and you think you canāt breathe.
āI love you,ā you whisper through the pain, and you mean it, more than youāve ever meant anything before.
After all, thereās been a coffee stain on the kitchen counter for weeks.
āāāāā
if you need to talk please reach out, and also don't hesitate to scream at me for this bc idk wtf it is
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Hello, everyone and happy Jimlingss anniversary! Woohoo! It has been three years since my official retirement and eight years since Iāve began this blog. Thatās absolutely crazy since it all feels like yesterday. Time flies when youāre having fun.
First and foremost, thank you to all who still send me messages and give me feedback on my stories! I do check back once in a while and read everything, so nothing goes unnoticed. Your kind words always make me miss the simpler days of writing. :ā) It really gets me nostalgic.
Second, here is my yearly update!
Iāve finished my second year of law school! I finished off this year with a bang and did quite well, if I do say so myself. Thereās one more year left to go and thatās insane since I remember the first day so vividly. Iām a bit sad for it to be all over ā I never thought Iād ever feel this way. But Iāve made so many friends and created so many memories. When itās all over, everyone will be going their own path. Luckily, Iām sure weāll remain connected and be close friends no matter what.
I donāt think Iāve had such a positive experience quite like this in all my years of schooling. Iāve always been the type to just scurry on home, never liked what I was studying, and never had too many friends. So this change has been unexpected yet very welcome.
In terms of career, Iāve been working this summer and I have something lined up for when Iām finished school! So soon Iāll be racking in the dough, wooooooo!! Letās get it!
My family is also doing well ā and I feel very fortunate for that.Ā
Third, and most important, I am happy to announce that I have a boy I absolutely adore! Weāve officially been dating for four months? That seems so short on paper, but weāve known each other for close to two years! Iām living out one of my friends to lovers fics, I swear (lol).
Heās been a close friend since the start of law school and somewhere along the line I gradually caught feelings (of course I did lmao). I was sure rejection was on the horizon and I wanted to preserve our dear friendship, so I was trying to get over it for months by myself. This included online dating and going on a string of dates (hahaha). I ended up cracking and calling him on the phone one night, but then aborted mission. Thanks to the advice of a friend, I stopped avoiding him and being an embarrassment, and I finally confronted him. He said we should give it a shot, and here we are!
He has brown, curly hair that reminds me of a poodle. And he made me realize why love is so loved ā why itās so revered ā talked about ā imprinted in each otherās minds. Everywhere. Iāve written countless love stories but never truly experienced the feeling before, and yet, heās made the heart of my stories come to life. Heās let me live them in real time.Ā
I really hope it works out! LOL
Anyway, Iām always happy to do these updates and for all those who may be just a bit curious enough about me to check in. Although this is a very positive update (and I hope it continues to be), my life isnāt without its ups and downs either. It just seems to be in a general upwards trajectory.Ā
Thank you to everyone who still remembers me, and who may still read my stories! I definitely havenāt forgotten about you all, so I hope you havenāt forgotten me either.
