Blood Tears Squees

Blood, Tears & Squees Fan Fiction

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Farewell to Our Followers

Dolceice here. If you’ve been a follower for most of this year at least, you’ll know we’ve been battling in deciding what to do with the blog. Well over the last few months Quillfire eventually lost all motivation and interest in it, so she left quite a while ago. She’s not to blame as she’s just taken on a new stage of her life and finding time for the things she likes is not always easy, so I guess that’s when one finds out where their true priorities stand. I have also had a very crazy year but in a different way, and for the middle part of it wasn’t around to write anything. Well since I have been back and hearing form Quillfire that she wasn’t going to post on the blog anymore, I was comfortable keeping it running by finishing what was due. Recently I decided that I would even finish off what Quillfire left behind, and once everything we had ever promised had been completed, I would stop posting unless I had a random stroke of inspiration. Well this was going very well, and I did finish off several things and was becoming invested in what I was still working on. The conflict here was that this year I have had a very dramatic shift in where my priorities lie, shall we say. As much as I enjoyed writing these stories for you guys, it was nagging my conscience that I shouldn’t be writing them as it was taking away from what was most important to me now. I argued against it that I’ll just finish off what’s left because I hate to leave things unfinished, but I realised how distracted these stories were actually making me.  The bottom line is, I won’t be writing anything for the blog anymore. And I’m sorry for the disappointment this may cause you, but it was a decision where I had to choose between my dissatisfaction over not completing the blog, and your brief disappointment as well, or a distraction that would always tear me away from what I love most - and I’m not going to lie, that’s God :P. For anyone who has chosen to give everything to God, they’ll realise that getting rid of anything that takes away from their relationship with Him is far more important than finishing off a small blog.  So I do sincerely apologise and feel bad for the way that we left things. Despite how awfully quiet you guys were and how we barely ever knew if anyone was actually reading or enjoying our work, we’re both incredibly grateful to you for reading it. And of course, for those few sweet comments which made our entire days worthwhile every time :D. But beyond mere compliments, I’m grateful for the opportunity that you created for me. Both Quillfire and I have written for a long time, but she’s always been more of a writer and would write for fun all of the time. It took a lot more motivation to keep me going, and I would usually start stories and never finish them. But since starting the blog, I’ve learnt how to consistently write and finish things no matter what, because I wanted to do my best for the followers that we have. So thank you so much for that experience - you’ve taught me a lot!!!! So, au revoir fair fellowers... and good luck with your lives!!! If you ever need someone to talk to or a pick me up etc, I also post (very sparsely :P) on a different blog called Reflecting Reason on Tumblr, so you can find me there. Don’t forget to smile, you are way more loved than you’ll ever know!!!! (And if you realllyyyyyy can’t bear not to know the ending of any of the stories, just message us and we will tell you how it ends ;P). Love you guys!!! -Dolceice (and Quillfire!) P.S. For now we’re leaving the blog up so you can still read everything we’ve posted.

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Bound in Love and Law - Part 3

Requested~ 1 2 3 “Together we are bound, that is not our choice. But we do get to decide what it is that binds us.”

You lay flopped back in bed; legs twisted into your sheets and eyes staring straight up at the ceiling. It was past midday. Yoongi had obviously been at work for hours without you. You didn’t know why you had slept in or why you felt so exhausted now, but the anxious shake in your body foretold of the dread inside that he would be angry. He’d never really been angry before, but lately there had been something underneath the surface - a certain irritation. Even with your small contributions at his work office, you still felt self-conscious of your uselessness and sure that he was growing tired of it also. Now that you hadn’t even made it to work today, Yoongi would no doubt lose his pretense of calm. You were an anxious mess. The last few months had seen you relying on his calm demeanor but it all seemed to be crumbling right from underneath your feet. Your heart hammered with love for him - for his gentleness with you, and quiet perseverance in getting to know you, and the way in which he covered his face whenever he laughed as if he was embarrassed to be caught out, and the way he leaned in whenever you spoke like he was listening to the most important thing in the world. It hurt. To love someone you knew was only here because he was legally signed to you. Knowing that he might not be here for much longer.  The front door clicked and your entire body froze up. Was there an intruder in the house? You had been a worrier your entire life and felt sick with the idea of being defenseless against whoever had come in to attack you.  A minute of baited breath passed and you made a sudden leap from the bed and then under it. Your bedroom door was still open and you felt the vibrations of footsteps nearing with your ear against the floorboards.  Shiny black shoes. “Y/N?” A rush of relief filled your cheeks at the recognition of Yoongi’s voice. But you were too emotional to move. His shoes squeaked slightly as he turned and searched the room, then opened the door to your ensuite and peered inside. You could hear his breath becoming more laboured, battling within yourself to clamber out and spare him the trouble. It was harder the longer you hesitated. “Y/N? Where are you?” Something in his voice struck inside of you. It was something you recognised very well, an emotion you had been plagued with most of your life. Fear. It was barely detectable behind his raspy timbre, but it was indefinitely there. You sucked in as he checked the closet not for you, but for your suitcase.  “I’m under here,” you revealed yourself, sheepishly crawling out a moment later.  Yoongi stared at you with eyes that didn’t know what to make of the situation.  “Why were you under the bed?” You blushed, slumping on your shaky legs.  “I thought you were an intruder.” His shoulders relaxed about the moment yours tensed further. He raised his eyes to you again with a spot of annoyance in them. “Why didn’t you come out when I called?” You couldn’t answer. Nor could you look at him. Finally he sighed and stepped forward. “Here, come.” His arms wrapped around you a moment later and your face squished into his chest. He smelt strongly of the cologne he had put on for work. You expected the hug to be abrupt, but instead he appeared to have even forgotten who he was holding. You could have released the tensions you had been feeling all day right then, but instead you created more by wondering when he was going to let you go. Eventually he did. “How are you feeling?” It was uncertain as to what he was referring. “I - am fine.” “Are you hungry?” The word seemed foreign. In fact you had forgotten until now that there was a such a thing as food, which was unusual for you. You nodded. “Let’s go make something, then.” Curious, you followed him out into the kitchen, eyes noticing the several plastic bags immediately. “Make?” It had become habit to live off of pre-made and takeaway food in your married life, as neither of you had particularly embraced the idea of cooking. However, the sight of fresh ingredients stirred up your tastebuds in a longing that you hadn’t known you had. “Yeah, I don’t know but I’m a little tired of store-made stuff. Thought if we started helping each other out, cooking wouldn’t be such a chore.” He wanted you to cook together? Natural instincts told you that it would just be another way to prove to him how useless you really were, but the interest you felt in working together overpowered those thoughts.  “What kind of things will we make?” You asked, reflecting the tone of what a child might sound like. Yoongi shifted over to allow you space to work on.  “Do you like stuffed potatoes?” “Oh!”  He glanced over at laughed at the look of delight in your eyes. “I take that as a yes. Here, chop up these mushrooms while I put the potatoes on.” It was comfortable doing something so casual as cooking with Yoongi. Unlike anything you had ever experienced. The closest feeling you could associate with it were those few memories where your mother had taught you something, like how to tie your shoelaces, or plait your hair. But this was different. There was no fear that your father would come along and ruin the moment, no sadness that these moments were one in a million. You liked it. You liked it a lot.  In between chopping, you stole quiet glances at Yoongi’s face; directed seriously at the potatoes.

-------------- Yoongi sighed deeply, skimming over the several pages that Taehyung had thrown at him before he had left that afternoon. There was still nothing specific enough to state that your father was a dangerous associate, although it was becoming more and more clear that the possibility was strong. He hated the situation that he was in, mostly because he felt like he was sneaking behind your back to source out the truth. If he could be honest he would be, but he knew how intense stress affected you, and he never wanted to see that happen again. “Oh Taehyung, please let this be one of your ridiculous theories,” he murmured into his hand, eyeballs red-rimmed and forced awake above it. “Working even at home?” Yoongi tossed the papers underneath some books in a scramble over your appearance. “I was just reading over some articles my colleagues gave me,” he replied dismissively, eyes scanning your recently-arisen countenance. “Why are you awake?” “Just finding it hard to sleep,” you answered shyly, taking a chair across from him at the dining table. Yoongi felt the guilt press in on him with your eyes pointed at the papers scrutinising your father. Slowly he pushed all of those things to the side. “A lot on your mind, then?” Your eyes lost their focus and became filled with images of your life. “Yeah. There’s always a lot on my mind. Thinking has basically been the only thing I’ve gotten to do.” Yoongi observed you. “Don’t you get bored? I mean,” he fumbled for the right words awkwardly,”don’t you sometimes wish that you could try something new?” A blush of embarrassment formed in your cheeks. “Well at the moment I’m trying this new thing called marriage.” The air grew thick around you as you felt the full impact of what you had just said. It was out of character to be so sarcastic, and even though it had come out in your usual shy tone, you felt horribly ashamed for saying it. Yoongi simply seemed curious. “And how is it going?” You raised your eyes to his dark ones meekly, trying to control yourself from feeling so self-conscious. “Better than I was expecting,” you practically whispered. He blinked. “Me too.” The night air seemed to change into something surreal at that point, swirling around you both even while going unnoticed. You hadn’t anticipated a response, and quite frankly didn’t know what to do with it. His eyes followed your every attempt at avoidance, until you could bear it no longer. “Would you like a hot drink?” “I’d love a coffee.” You froze in your half-arisen sitting position. “At this hour?” “You can’t sleep, so we might as well pass the time together.” Too flushed to argue with this, you got up and prepared a coffee for him, and a herbal tea for yourself. It wasn’t real. It simply wasn’t real. He’d merely said that it had gone better so far than he had expected, and you had no idea what his expectations had been. Yoongi had never shown more than kind respect for you. It had been enough to make you fall in love, but him? Your stomach churned over. He had actually had a chance to experience the world - you had no pretensions that he would love someone who had experienced nothing. “Thanks,” he murmured as you handed him his mug of coffee, setting it on his knee in his new position on the couch. You took the armchair. “How about a game of Spit?” He asked. “You know how to play?” Regretfully, you shook your head. “Okay,” Yoongi set his mug down, then reached for a pack of cards sitting on the coffee table. “I’ll teach you.” You watched him in interest while he divided out the cards. “Basically you want to be the first person to get rid of your hand. We get twenty six cards each. Fifteen of those you spread out into five stacks.” He lowered his head down in attempt to meet your gaze. “Still with me?” You nodded energetically to mask another one of your blushes. “The first stack - only one card, facing up. Second stack has two cards with one facing up and the other facing down.” He set his out in demonstration. Yoongi continued to explain the game, which unfortunately for him, had to have several repeats because of your usual initial confusion with games. But before either of your drinks had totally disappeared, you were into it and throwing the cards down in attempt to beat Yoongi. It was not easy, especially still being in the learning stages. He appeared to be a master at the game. “Hey!” You shrieked in laughter when he finished while you were still only halfway. “I’m feeling like you have the unfair advantage here.” “And that is?” “Knowing how to play!” He stretched his palms flat open and shrugged, coolly dismal of your lack of skill. “We’re going to keep playing until you beat me.” You laughed in protest. “We could be here all night.” “So be it.” The two of you played for two hours, having still seen no success in your winning. There had however been several close calls, until your tired brain had given up and resulted in a severe slowing of thought process. It caused for a lot laughter. The entire event had taken its toll, and you were now fast asleep on the floor. Yoongi was tired but still felt awake after drinking the coffee. He looked at you while you breathed softly in your unconsciousness, remembering the time not so long ago where he had been in a similar situation on your honeymoon night. Then, he had no idea what to do with you. Now, with the sound of your laughter still in his ears, he felt a little more sure. He just didn’t know how to go about it. Grunting as he lifted himself from off the floor, he took both of your mugs to the kitchen and rinsed them out. The clock read 3:47am. Bleary eyed and regretting the coffee, he returned to your sleeping form and scooped you up. You were even lighter than he remembered you being. Fascinated by this, he carried you into your bedroom like you were a delicate flower, and laid you down as gently as he could possibly manage at this hour. You sighed softly. He couldn’t help it; the feeling of your body light as a feather, your peaceful face after a night which made your voice hoarse from laughter, your messy hair all over your face… He brushed it back gently, then drew away from your side, allowing you to sleep. ----------- Heyy, so sorry that this story has been dormant for so long!! The truth is that Quillfire has been very busy with uni this year, and between that and other things, her inspiration has run out for the blog, and she’d rather write her originals with her spare time... which is fair enough!! I don’t know for how much longer I’ll keep going either, but two things are for sure - I’ll be finishing everything we’ve promised, and the blog will remain up permanently for you guys to read what we’ve posted in the past. I may or may not post casually when I get a random strike of inspiration!!  So anyway, sorry that it has to be me who keeps things going. I can’t write like Quillfire can, but I am attempting to do this and the other stories justice :P. I hope you like it!!  And feel free to still request. I’d still like to stay connected to you guys. Just tell me what you would like to see, please, I really don’t know and I’d rather post something you enjoy than waste my time on something no one would read! :P - Dolceice

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Imagine: Taehyung (Keep Up)

Imagine you’ve been cooping yourself up inside for the last few weeks, hard at work at assignments and whatever other duty befell upon you. Unfortunately, it’s beginning to show. One morning you’re stretched out on the couch when you randomly comment that you really need to go out for a run. “I’ll go with you!” Taehyung pipes up with more energy than you’ve felt in years.  A part of you groans. “I have lots of other things to do...” “Yah...” he tilts his head at you,” you just said you need to go.” “I do,” you mumble, unwilling to go running with someone who has so much energy. “But it can wait a little longer.” Tae makes a ‘tsch’ sound between his teeth, before coming over to you with raised hands. You’re momentarily confused, before you see that goofy grin beginning to spread as his hands descend, and you scramble away screaming. His fingers pounce on you in full tickle attack.  “Stop!!! Stop!!!!!” You struggle beneath his attacks, still attempting to get away at the speed of light. When you’re at the point of barely breathing, Tae stops and looks at you victoriously.  “There. You can’t say you don’t have the energy now.” Once again you groan, but hold back a giggle. Ten minutes later, you’re outside on the street while Taehyung runs backwards with his sweatband on, motivating you to keep up with him. ---------------------------------- - Dolceice

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Linguistics

~ Requested (Hoseok) 1133 words, college fluff 1 “Every time I see you I’m more convinced that we belong together.” - Anonymous

You released a silent sigh as you entered the university campus, books clutched to your chest. An ever-present ache still throbbed in your legs as tell-tale evidence of that morning’s run. Your stomach still jiggled with the berry smoothie. A neat ponytail grasped together behind a brain still buzzing with last night’s study. You were doing everything right that you had heard a student should do, and yet you were beginning to feel as if it were all pointless. Your 4.0 average did not account for your happiness.

“Y/N, you cool for Saturday?” Flicking the short strands away from your eyes, you gave your Human Rights Club partner a smile and nod before continuing on your way down the hallway. In all honesty, you were far from ready. For the first time in your uni life, you had lay down underneath the bedcovers and listened to music for the evening instead of working on the projects which never left you alone. “To hell with them,” you murmured under your breath, entering the library. It was a low-ceiling, high-lit room which spread across half of the main building’s fourth floor. Naturally you headed towards one of the window desks. However as you dumped the stack of things you had to do on top of it, it was several minutes of staring at them before you eventually pulled out your phone and headphones again; ready to disappear from the world. “Y/N?” Your eyes snapped up to the tall figure looming over you; an instant blush forming in your cheeks when you recognised the dark twinkling crescent eyes and pearly grin. “Hey,” you answered weakly, shifting over for Hoseok to take a seat. He obliged with his usual energy. “So. What’s happening?” He clapped his hands together. “You haven’t even got your books open, mischievous girl!” “Hmm?” A sharp drop in your stomach slapped you awake. It was tutor day. He was supposed to be teaching you Korean… He laughed loudly - practically his only volume - over your frantic scramble and disorientated appearance. “What’s wrong with you today, student? You’ve got the panda eyes and everything!” Your blush deepened but you hid it behind your hand brushing back your hair and a dawning smile. Everything about Hobi made you happier, except for the fact that he didn’t and probably never would notice you as more than a friend - of which he had many. “I’m just a bit tired.” “Ya, you’d better not be too tired for my lesson.” “Donn’tttt worry about that. Korean is literally one of the only things I’m actually interested in right now.” He furrowed his beautiful brow and leaned in sloppily with his chin on the top of his hand. “What’s up, Y/N? Why are you looking sad?” You couldn’t help but grin over how adorable he looked at that point. Gosh, sometimes it was annoying how perfect he was. “Let’s just get on with it, shall we? I’ve got a class after this,” you instructed firmly, pressing your exercise book open. Hoseok slid back to an upright position, own fingers pushing back his black fringe. Then he straightened dramatically and gave a salute. “Tell me what we were studying last week.” “Buying things.” “Oh yeah!!!!!!!” He shouted, causing you to jump in embarrassment over his loud voice in such a quiet place. “So that you will be ready to go on a shopping trip to Seoul!!” You picked up your pen, underlining the main words and phrases you would be studying today. “So that I will be able to pass my test on Thursday.” “Such a diligent student,” he clutched his heart in pride. “No wonder you look so sad.” “Yah!” You smacked his wrist. His laughter rang out beside you. “Acted like a true Korean, Y/N. Now,” his eyes scanned your book, “how would you ask someone where something is?” He snatched your answers out from underneath you before you even had a chance to glance down. “Umm… ige eodi issni?” He nodded his head approvingly, but scrunched up his lips like he was dissatisfied. “Oh, sillyehabnida, ige eodi issni?” Hoseok clapped his hands together politely, sitting forward in his seat again and studying the page. “Very good, very good… how about ‘how much is this’?” Crap. It was so easy, too, but you were tired and self-conscious over saying it. “Eolma ya?” You squeaked. “Eolma ya?” He corrected with a better pronunciation. “Ya, Y/N, you’re getting good!!” You scoffed. “Hardly.” “Don’t backchat the teacher,” Hoseok warned playfully. “If you keep up this standard, I might be tempted to reward you with lunch out somewhere.” Your head jerked up, staring at him. Was he asking you out? Once again your cheeks flushed because of his laughter. “Concentrate, girl.” You took it he was just messing around as he did. “And this?” He gestured to a phrase you had despised since you had first laid eyes on it. Your shoulders slumped. “Nan… on…” you gave him a pleading look. “You can do it!! I believe in you!” He did a little cheering hand dance for you. “Naneun…” “Yeah!” “Naneun ig...gggggggggg!” Hoseok laughed and read it out for you slowly, allowing you some time to process the pronunciation in your head. “Do you want to say it again?” He eventually asked, giving you a big goofy grin that presented you with no choice but to do whatever he suggested.

“Naneun… igeo-s…”

“Igeosdeul-eul,” he helped.

“Naneun igeosdeul-eul… sago… sipda, jebal.”

“YEAH!!!!!!!” He gave you a very enthusiastic high five and a mini dance. “Y/N is the greatest at Korean!”

“My pronunciation was dreadful,” you laughed in embarrassment over how loud he was being in the library.

“But now you can go shoppety shop down the streets of Seoul.”

“Oh my word, Hobi…” you hid your face in shame while he laughed loudly.

“Hey, Y/N-saeng.”

You uncovered your eyes as you sensed his quieter and more serious mood.

“I wondered if you wanted to… well, watch me dance… It’s on Saturday.”

A flurry of butterflies fluttered in pandemonium inside your stomach. This time was he really asking you out?! Why? How? You didn’t care. You were simply going to grasp the opportunity for whatever it was, mindless of the Human Rights Club parade that would be taking place. A massive grin stretched to either side of your cheeks. Hobi’s own smile was considerably less bright and more nervous; but he couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

“YES, J-HOPE!!!!!!” You yelled.

“Oh my… it’s a library!” He covered his face in embarrassment as you pulled his own trick on him. “I so regret telling you about that nickname.” You giggled, Hoseok’s eyes returning to yours with more sunshine inside of them then you had ever seen. ------------------------------- So this was originally an imagine, but someone requested for me to make it a bit longer, so I did :P. I’m still prepared to write more on it because it’s actually kinda cute, but in the meantime I’ll be working on Blink (dwarf Jimin!!). Have an amooozzzingg week!!! :P - Dolceice

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Hi! I'm the anon who requested the Jin arranged marriage au! I just wanted to thank you so much for taking my request and completing the story! It means a lot to me! It doesn't matter how long it took, it was wonderful and I loved it! Thank you from the bottom of my heart ❤️❤️❤️

Thank you so much for responding, it always warms my heart when I can see how happy it makes other people :)))). I’m super glad that you enjoyed it!! Remember that you can request at any time, and I shall try my utmost not to make it take so long again ahahaha. Sending hugs!- Dolceice

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Apology!!

I’ve only just noticed that I never continued the Korean tutor Hoseok imagine which someone requested months ago!!! I’m so sorry!!! I shall get onto that straight away!!!! - Dolceice

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Imagine: Jungkook (Coffee Girl)

Imagine you’ve not been long working at an upbeat cafe and would be struggling to keep up with the flow if it weren’t for the little quips from fellow co-worker, Jungkook. His teasing had at first been cute, but now it was beginning to grow into a steady friendship, with plenty of potential for more. Curse his level of attractiveness... “Hey coffee girl, you’re meant to put it into the cup, not share it with the floor.” You turn and glare at his pearly white teeth, before refocusing on the task at hand. Unfortunately for you, the coffee actually had begun to spill over and your shrieks of horror alerted golden boy to come to the rescue.  You felt his torso press in behind as his arms wrapped around you to take the overflowing cup and hand you a towel. He stepped back and wiped up his own hands. Then you watched in your soaked and stained clothes as he perfectly filled a separate cup and carried it over to the waiting customer. Jungkook returned with a charming smile. “Well, you’re good for one thing. You make the place less busy.” “Yah!” You whacked his arm resting confidently on his hip, causing him to lose his balance slightly in laughter. “They should fire you for rudeness.” “Rude? Who’s rude?” Your boss suddenly appeared with some fresh pastries she put into the front warmer. “Jungkook has enough charm to lure Batman into the store.” He grinned smugly at your continual glare. ------------------ - Dolceice

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Ring Around a Rosy: Part Five

~ Requested (Arranged marriage/best friends AU - Kim Seokjin) 1 2 3 4 5

Your jacket flaps blew apart as you ambled down the shop-lined street. The air was definitely warmer than it had been for the last few weeks, indicating that summer was on the way. You gazed up at the sky, mind faraway. Another five weeks had vanished since your phone call with Jin, and you were finding it hard to be patient with his silence. You had been thinking; if he didn’t come home, you might go and stay with your mum for the summer. You had been actively avoiding her for years. But with this situation, with this inner peace that came with all forgiveness, you felt ready to face and love her again. Even if Jin never decided to return to you, even if you never resumed being friends - you thought that you were better off for having made peace with yourself and your past. But that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt. A vibration from inside your pocket interrupted your thoughts and caused you to reach inside and pull your phone out. Coffee? I’m in town to do some bits and pieces and just drove past you. Kerry    11:11am Instinctively you glanced around yourself. Not seeing anyone, you resumed attention back on your phone to type out a response. Sounds great :). Where shall I meet you? You     11:12am Continuing to walk, you half-heartedly gazed inside shops. There were sales everywhere as the seasons were shifting, and you may have been tempted to spend if it weren’t from your complete lack of desire to have to make space at home for new additions. Your phone vibrated in your phone again. Mother Rose Cafe, in a half hour? I’m in the bank waiting for an appointment. Kerry     11:16am No problem. See you soon. You     11:16am It felt strange having friends again. Well, it wasn’t that you had stopped, but ever since marriage, it had depleted a little. You supposed that was from pure fear of the whole marriage thing being brought up. How stupid, you scoffed at yourself. Just about to turn into one of the commercial bookstores, your attention was caught instead by a store filled with whites and florals. A bridal shop. You had never had an interest in these kind of stores since the time you were a child, but now, for the first time you felt as if you actually wanted to enter. Taking a shaky breath, you stepped inside. You gazed around its interior slowly and deliberately. There were beautiful flowing white gowns displayed everywhere, and a shelf of tiaras and jewellery. Another display held flower decorations and glass cake platters. A notice beside the flowery counter suggested several different bands and photographers for on the day. Your attention returned to the dresses; fingers lightly touching the silky fabric of one as you realised all that you had missed out on. “Hello, can I help you?” One of the shop assistants peered around behind the dress with a small smile. You flushed. “Actually I’m just... “ your voice drifted off, and you stared unseeingly at the confused lady in front of you. Your heart was slowing in throbs of disappointment. “I’m married.” You laughed awkwardly as you held up your ring finger. She seemed more curious by your presence now. “I just - never got a real wedding, and wondered what it would have been like.” “Oh.” She stood still for a moment as she pondered over what she could do with that. “Well, what would you have done?” Realising eventually that she meant for you to pick things you would have used, a small smile of surprise and embarrassment lit your face. “No, it’s okay. I don’t want to trouble you.” “Go ahead,” her arms waved around the room. “We don’t have any expected customers today and no one else is here.” You were hesitant. It felt silly to play on what could have been, but then it did feel extremely tempting. After all, you would never get another chance to do this. Your fingers reached for the fabric of the dress again, but you started to see things as a bride might, and you realised the tackiness of the design. Moving to the next, you found its cut nice but didn’t think it would suit you or your body shape. “Do you want to try any on?” “Try them on? Oh no! No, it’s really fine,” you shook your head. Ignoring your comment, the assistant went towards a different dress and took it off of its manakin, holding it up. “I think this one would look really good on you.” More embarrassed than ever, you nodded in thanks but continued to look around. “Go try it on!” Your eyes darted across to hers. “Everyone deserves to feel like a princess sometimes.” Blushing and then smiling at her, you held your hand out for the dress and went to the back where the changing rooms were. Your breath caught as you did the buttons up the side and then looked at yourself in the mirror. The reflection was shocking. You did look like a princess; one who didn’t feel like one inside. How fun it would have been to walk down the aisle in something like this. “What does it look like?” Bracing yourself, you stepped out from behind the curtain for the assistant to catch a glimpse. She clapped her hands in glee. “Yes!! That is pretty!! Here, this one would look lovely too. And this!” She threw several more at you and you hopped back behind the curtain, soon taking up the role of a real bride. “No, I couldn’t wear this. I’d trip over all the frills during the dance!!” “I feel like a pumpkin with this much poof.” “My boobs aren’t big enough to hold this up.” You were about seven dresses in when she handed you another. It was a slight off-white, with three quarter length lace sleeves that sat just on the curve of the shoulder. Its ivory bodice dipped ever so slightly, and tightened down into a slim waist and a light skirt which kept close to your legs while still allowing you freedom of movement. You stared at yourself in the mirror, imagining your hair in an elegant updo. Yes, this would have been exactly what Seokjin would have wanted you to wear. Yourself, you weren’t sure it was your favourite, and that was probably something that you would have playfully argued over. Your heart pricked with pain, and you watched the tears begin to roll down on your reflection’s face. The perfect image of an abandoned bride. It was then that you realised you could have happily married Jin. It had simply been your fear that had held you back from being his wife, and your refusal to overcome that. You had robbed Jin of the love which he deserved for this long. Your heartache pressed in more firmly and you crumpled to the floor in full on sobs. “Are you okay?” The lady’s voice asked outside the door, about the same time your phone beeped most likely with Kerry’s question of where you were. “I’m -” you couldn’t finish. The enormity of your mistake plagued you as you rocked back and forth in sharp wails. “Jin. Oh, Jin!!!!” You didn’t know how long you sat on the floor of the dressing room weeping, but it was nothing compared with the years you had spent lying to yourself and most of all - your husband. ------------------------------- You are invited to the wedding of Y/N and Kim Seokjin on the 4th of June, 2017 at 11am, at the rose gardens. Lunch to follow!!

Seokjin stared at the invitation in shock. He had gone through a multiple of different emotions while opening the envelope addressed by you, but he had never once expected to find his own wedding invitation inside. It didn’t make sense. Was it real? Were you mocking him? Sinking into his father’s old armchair, he rubbed a hand over his tired face and then placed it on the side of his head as he stared at the words. What to do next? The sound of the kitchen clock seemed to amplify as he ticked over all of the possibilities in his mind. It had almost been three months since he had left. Three months. He missed you terribly; even more so for what you and him could have been. Watching his parents interact, he felt cheated of the life he wished to lead. And yet you as his best friend… Seokjin leant forward and rested his elbows on his knees. You were the best thing to ever happen to him. Period. Maybe he was simply supposed to be grateful for that. Hell, he should be grateful for that. He was grateful for that. But it was so damn hard to resist being proud of the fact that you were his wife when he was hopelessly in love with you; had been from the beginning. Sitting in the silence for a countless number of ticks on the clock, Seokjin eventually stood up, invitation in hand, and ascended the staircase to his room. He would pack his things, write his absent parents a note, and then go and find out the fate of your relationship once and for all. ---------------------------------- It was crazy what you could achieve when you actually put your mind to something. Used to having Seokjin doing most of the unwanted tasks, it had been tiring fitting them all on top of your daily work life. But somehow you had found a way to make them pleasant. That was, imagining the look on Jin’s face when he saw it already done. Yes. You worked with a vengeance in the strong faith that he would come. Admiringly, you took your cookies out of the oven and rested them on top to allow them to cool. It was a heavenly smell, unlike the fifty other attempts. Filling your nostrils with the glorious success, you set to immediately cleaning the kitchen before it became twice as difficult to clean. You were almost so absorbed in the task that you didn’t hear the knock. Nevertheless, you dried your hands and turned off the music blaring from your phone - making some attempt at tidying your ‘housewife’ appearance. “Jin,” you announced startled as you stumbled back from the door. Even in all your expectancy, it was still difficult to comprehend that he was actually here. His dark almond eyes stared at you for a few seconds. Then he lifted the invitation up into your view. “What is this?” You lowered your gaze, embarrassed to be confronted with it. The truth was, you didn’t know how to explain. The invitation was simply a result of your high desire that it were real. “I don’t know,” you murmured. He regarded you silently a few moments longer. “Did you write it?” You nodded, cursing the unkempt strands of hair that fell into your eyes as a consequence. His throat made a sound as he swallowed. “Why?” The crack in his voice heightened your urge to pull him in for a hug. To cry in his grasp, apologise, and solemnly promise to be the wife he always wanted. Instead, you looked back into his breaking face. “Because. I imagine that it’s true. I imagine that - we were back in high school, and instead of going with that loser Matthew to the dance, I went with you. And that it was you who gave me my first kiss back as a sophomore struggling under stress. And that we graduated, knowing that we were going to be with each other forever. The person we love the most. And that this here,” you gestured at the card, “was only the beginning to a life of pure devotion.” A tear slipped down your cheek, almost in time with his. You sucked in your lips as more fell. “I’m so sorry, Jin. I’m so -” a sob broke out from your inner core. He shook his head at you, both of you scared to move for the fear that all of your emotion would spill. “No,” he whispered, and you knew you were forgiven. Shuddering in silent cries, you felt so unworthy of his love. “I should have been what you deserved, no matter how scared it made me feel. I should have… You gave me everything, and I only gave you what made me feel safe.” He reached out, gripping your forearms in a firm grasp. Your eyes met. “Did you say you love me?” You froze in place, scared of the outcomes of whatever you answered. Your lips parted with a response. Instead, you nodded. His lips felt strange against your own; as unnatural as the wedding ring had for all of those months. But that now felt like a part of you, and so you knew Jin's kisses would gradually light up your soul as much as you had seen at your parents' wedding all of those years ago. The stresses and anxiety broke off your back and tumbled onto the worn carpet. Jin separated, eyes beholding a hint of disappointment and uncomfortable tension. Your own shoulders remained tense.  "It wasn't horrific," you commented. "Not bad for a first time, anyway." He visibly relaxed; his teeth showing in an impish smile as he looked at you and fully registered you as his wife. You knew what was going through his mind, and felt a bit embarrassed by the soppy, emotional moment. Get used to it, you informed yourself, and giggled despite yourself. Then you burst out into full laughter. Turned out the six year old romantic inside of you still existed. Feeling both disgusted and excited by this thought, you grabbed Seokjin's arm and dragged him into the lounge to sit together on the sofa. The TV switched on and you grinned at each other with knowing glances. For once as the romantic movie began, you started to wonder at how many of the clichés you had dissed actually came true. A flurry of butterflies started in your stomach as you began to envision your married life. --------------------------- Here it is guys, a belated conclusion to the story. I hope it fulfilled all of your hopes, and squee needs!! Now that I have finally, finally finished all of my old requests, I shall continue with the story Blink, and any new requests that may come my way!! Once again, apologies to the person who requested it!! I never intended to stretch it out this long... Have the most incredible week!! - Dolceice

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Ring Around a Rosy: Part Four

~ Requested (Arranged marriage/best friends AU - Kim Seokjin) 1 2 3 4 5

There had never been a point where you thought that you would be happy without Jin’s company, but you had never expected to become so miserable, either. It was like the sunshine of your life had been removed and taken over by a crippling, constant darkness. There were reminders of his absence everywhere. The lack of delicious breakfast smells luring you out of bed, the lack of operatic singing accompanied by the running shower, the lack of punny texts and brotherly teasing and helping you with the chores to the point where you did none. You felt empty and lost. You forgot how to look after yourself. It was a good day if you remembered to brush your own hair. “The girls and I are going out for lunch together now if you want to come,” one of your female workmates and friends poked her head around your office door. You watched your cursor blink a few more times on your screen. “I’ll just stay and get something from the vending machine. But thanks.” Kerry hesitated in the doorway. “What I mean is that we all think you should come.” Woken out of your dull thoughts, you raised your head to stare at her. “It’s been six weeks, Y/N. I don’t pretend to understand how you feel, but you can’t wander around like a corpse for much longer or things in your life will really start crumbling.” A sore amount of pressure rose in your throat and eyes as the tears evolved. “They already have.” She examined you for a moment longer before properly entering the office and holding out her hand for help getting up. Your slow eyes landed on her offer. “Please? You have to at least try, Y/N.” “I don’t want to be around people.” “How do you know? You’ve hardly been around any in months.” You just loved it when people thought they knew everything. Nevertheless, she was more annoying when she was nagging, so eventually your hand found hers and she gave you a yank to your feet. She beamed at you. “Come on.” After ten minutes of being in your female co-workers’ company, you weren’t sure if your friend had been right or not. You had indeed missed the energy which arose from being in a group of chattery women, but your depressed thoughts hadn’t gone away but instead made room for more. And their amount of energy only highlighted how little you had. “Where do you want to eat, Y/N?” You didn’t even bother looking up at the voice’s owner. “It makes no difference to me.” “Oh come on, there must be somewhere you fancy.” “Bed delivered?” You were surrounded by unanimous unimpressed faces. “Fine. Didn’t you used to like Indian?” “Probably.” There was a moment of quietness which you could only assume was filled with a conversation of facial expressions. “Let’s go there anyway. There’s nothing like a hot plate of spicy food to wake one up.” You rather numbly followed the ladies down the street and into the restaurant. Somehow it happened that you managed to select something to eat, and then you all sat around the table waiting for your meal.They were content talking about their own lives, which didn’t bother you so long as you tuned out. Which is why it came as such a surprise when the conversation finally turned on you. “Have you been cooking for yourself, Y/N?” Besides the fact that you hadn’t been listening up until that point, the question seemed odd to you. “Yes.” “Other than from a packet?” Kerry pried suspiciously. You flushed in shame. “I’ve been very tired.” “Yes, it’s from spending all of your time lost in negative thought.” You felt angry at her for bringing you here to lecture and humiliate you in front of everyone else. “You can’t judge me until you’ve had the same thing happen to you, okay? Please just let me be.” “Y/N,” your friend began in a gentler tone, “we have been for six weeks. But instead of getting better, you’re looking much, much worse, and it’s time to pull you up for it.” “This is not something you can shake me out of, you realise,” your own voice sounded bitter and hurt. “I’m hurting from things you have never even heard about.” There was a pause. “You’re right. I have no idea about the rest of the story, but here’s what I do know: the ending sucks. The heroine secludes herself from everyone, especially her husband, and is torn apart when he eventually gets fed up and leaves. When he’s gone, her seclusion evolves from ignoring her friends to barely making it out of bed and skipping showering and feeding herself real meals so she can be on time for another day staring at a blank screen.” You felt like you had been slapped. Is that really what had become of you? Her corpse description earlier suddenly seemed accurate. “You’re a shell of your old self, Y/N, and it’s scaring me. You’re skinny, dark-ring eyed, mopey, distant, frumpily-dressed. I don’t know how else to help you other than to ask you to stop.” The news was depressing you further. Everyone else around the table was silent, except for a round of quiet ‘thank yous’ when the food finally arrived. “I didn’t want to be so brash, Y/N,” Kerry continued after an unenjoyed mouthful. “But here’s my honest opinion. If Jin had known how much he clearly means to you, then maybe he wouldn’t have left.” Your eyes raised to hers, and for a moment you saw the truth as she did. And it stung. Like a branding sword straight out of a white flame. “So what do I need to do?” You croaked. Her eyes widened slightly as she realised the significance of that small question, before she released a small smile. “You need to take your life back. I think we all would like to support you in that, if you would let us,” she appealed questioningly while the group around the table nodded agreeingly. “I’d appreciate it,” you answered honestly, then ducked your head in embarrassment to your bowl of food. Raising the spoon to your lips, your tastebuds were hit with an impactful punch of spice. Your senses woke up immediately. In that bowl, you saw it. What you had to do to wake up into the real world again. -------------------------------------------------- “Wake up, sunshine.” You squinted into the overly bright doorway at the silhouette of Kerry entering your room. There was a clank as she set down a tray of breakfast things beside your bed. “What are you doing?” “Feeding you some real food. Making sure you get up at a real time on a Saturday.” Your eyes skimmed over the homemade cranberry and honey oatmeal with freshly chopped fruit and herbal tea. “But why in bed?” “Because that’s where you are.” You blinked at her. “I’m not going to force you to do anything. I’m simply meeting you where you’re at and trying to encourage you back into the light. Literally.” It was a thoughtful gesture, and helped to heal the pain of the other day a little. “Thanks,” you said gratefully, beginning to eat. She headed back to the doorway. “I’m leaving you to it. It’s up to you if you want to keep sleeping in, but just remember you have our support. I’m a call away if you want me.” She left. A minute later, you picked up your spoon. -------------------------------- “Kerry, I want to know what would make me a good wife.” The other end of the phone was silent for a while. “Are you sure? I mean, this is great news, but - are you sure?” You took a deep breath. “It’s not going to be easy, that much is sure. But what made me change my mind is realising how much he has sacrificed for my happiness. If he can do so much for so long without complaining, I can give him this small thing back. And, my life is considerably better with him in it. So I think I could be happy.” “And if you’re not?” You sighed. “If I’m not, then it’s still only a small repayment of what he has done for me.” “Well…” she hesitated, “if you are really, really certain, then I think you are already halfway there. Sacrificing some of the things that are important to you is a large aspect of being a good marriage partner, because it means that you realise that their happiness is more important to you than those things. That’s an act of true love, Y/N.” You swallowed as the hairs on your arms rose. “Yeah, he’s always been my very best friend.” There was a very slight pause before her next comment, but enough for you to notice her disapproval of your last comment. “Then, it’s really just about communication. Listen to him, and I mean really listen. If you don’t like some of the things that he’s saying, tell him, but in a way that doesn’t make him think you totally disrespect his opinion.” “Okay.” “Do things for him, just to make his life that little bit easier. Ask him how his day went, use your free time being around him. There are big things to worry about in marriages, but usually it’s the little things that keep it together.” You played with the edge of your blanket between your two fingers. “I think I can do it.” “And Y/N?” “Yeah?” “Your happiness is important too.” A car drove past your window, momentarily distracting from your thoughts. “I know,” you eventually responded. You could almost feel her smile through the phone. “I think you should call him.” “Call him?” Your heartbeat rose in nervous anticipation. “Yeah. Do it now before you procrastinate. Don’t even mention the blow up unless he mentions it himself. Just… ask him how he is. Be a wife, and not the kind men usually portray.” “The kind who call him up to scream at him for deserting her with all of the chores?” “That’s the one.” You laughed together. It was another moment of the many in the past couple of weeks where you had felt immense gratitude for having a friend like Kerry. “Okay,” you finally exhaled in attempt to calm yourself, “I’m gonna try now.” “Good luck.” “Thanks.” Her dial tone clicked, leaving you free to open the connection with the man you had heard nothing from in two months. Your pulse drummed loudly as you found his contact and hovered your fingers above the call button. After two minutes of hesitation, you pressed it before you changed your mind, and thrust it towards your ear in petrified anticipation. He didn’t pick up until you were just about to give up. “Hi.” Your pulse quickened. You could tell from his tone that he was full of self-defence. “Hi,” you attempted to respond in what you hoped was a cheerful voice. He didn’t say anything back and you realised he was expecting you to do all the explaining. “How are you?” You asked in depleting confidence. Kerry’s idea didn’t seem so good anymore. You just felt stupid. Jin didn’t answer immediately, not expecting this type of conversation. “Fine.” It hurt a little more than you would have thought that he didn’t bother to ask the same of you. Much more. “Have you been sleeping in your raincoat?” You joked half-heartedly, alluding to the typical bad weather of the north and his parents’ infamously leaky house. “Uhh, no. It hasn’t rained that much.” Great. So he didn’t laugh. But then again he did sound slightly less defensive. “And how are your parents? How’s your appa getting on with his health?” You added. Jin softly exhaled into the phone. “He’s okay. Still looks after the garden.” It was slowly getting easier, even if it was awkward. “And your eomma? She’s not worn down from having to care for him?” “No.” He hesitated. “She’s pretty tired.” You sat up in your bed, pulling the blankets over your knees. “And how are you? Really?” The silence disturbed but didn’t surprise you. “I’m happy.” A shock of pain. You rubbed your chest to try and numb it. “I’m hurt.” The difference in his voice was extreme. He was allowing himself to be vulnerable. You froze. “I’m angry. I’m disappointed. I’m lonely.” You allowed him to vent. It wasn’t your time to express your feelings. Truth was, he had had to listen to yours and only yours for years. “It’s not just your fault, Y/N, don’t get me wrong. But I’m just not quite ready to forgive you yet.” His words stung, but you accepted them. He deserved that much. Time. Patience. Well you would give him both. As much as he needed. “Okay.” Silence. “How are you?” Somehow the timing of his question broke your shell. A single tear of relief splattered onto your shirt as you tried to mask what you felt. “I’m doing alright.” You sniffed away from the phone and then smiled. “I’m actually cooking now.” He huffed. “That’d be a first.” You didn’t realise how much he treasured the sound of your soft laughter right in that moment. “Good, I’m glad,” Jin changed his response. Despite his previous words, you felt like you had made a breakthrough. Even the fact that he obviously still cared was enough to say you were almost forgiven. “Well, I have to go now. I don’t want eomma cooking everything on her own again. Bye,” he said after a moment of awkwardness. “Goodbye Jin.” There was a pause before the rustling and the unmistakable beeps of a dead line. “Come home soon,” you whispered. ------------------------------ Okay... I know I said that there’d only be one more section, but this part turned out to be pretty long, so I’ve broken it into two again :P. Thankfully the next section won’t be toooo long, but it has all the goody stuff in it,  so please be sure to check it out! At least my making it longer hasn’t made me procrastinate longer... I’m actually being productive and lifeing, guys ;P. Hope you enjoy it <3. - Dolceice

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Ring Around a Rosy: Part Three

~ Requested (Arranged marriage/best friends AU - Kim Seokjin) 1 2 3 4 5

You felt as if someone else was walking around in your body as you stumbled down the hallway and rubbed a tired hand over your face early the next day. Pinpricks of anxiety plagued you on the way around the corner; both scared to see Jin there, and scared to not. It was the latter. You glanced at the coat rack and saw that his was already gone. Breath beginning to shorten, you found enough sense to go into the kitchen to scull a glass of water. There you realised that Jin had still cooked you a full breakfast - placed in the metal food warmer so that it didn’t get cold before you arose. You sighed woefully.  “Jin… why are you like this?”  There was no denying that he was as angry and hurt and confused as you were, and yet he still cooked you breakfast like nothing had changed. But something had, because he wasn’t there to refill your plate when it emptied or do the dishes before you were even finished eating. Something had changed. You sat down with your food and covered your mouth with your hand. It was all your fault. You had held the friendship so close that you had suffocated it, when all Jin really wanted was for you to meld into one another. It was impossible… everything you had been trying to protect was already fraying rapidly before your eyes. It was totally, completely impossible… you didn’t even think that you truly loved Jin that way. The idea of romance made you sick. How could you even pretend to go along with it for his sake? No. You simply had to try and rebuild the friendship as best you could. He would eventually understand, and then everything would be okay. It would just be a monotonously slow journey to get to that point.   Miserably you picked at the food and then eventually gave up; storing it in the fridge for later. You only hoped that he wouldn’t see that there and think that you didn’t eat it to spite him. After a quick shower, you changed into your work attire and slowly meandered your way down to the bus stop. You held your arms like you had as a teen - highlighting how you hadn’t really improved since then at all; you were still suffering from the same grief. Still suffering. And what for? Purely because you were afraid. Afraid of losing the ones you loved the most.  It was a mystery how you got through the day at all. Your mind was entirely elsewhere; preoccupied with the memories of teenhood. What had begun as an anxious pulse quickly became a dark pit of depression. You hadn’t addressed these memories of the divorce in years, but you couldn’t stop it now. It was either that or worry over future days to come. You knew which was worse.  Numbly you made your way back home in a horrible drizzly rain which was not enough to warrant seeking shelter but enough to stick your hair to your face. By the time you walked into the house, you were soaked and shivering. You barely noticed the sounds of Seokjin chopping up vegetables and the expression on his face as he stared at your disheveled state. His voice finally stopped you in your tracks as you started to move towards your bedroom.  “Y/N?” Jin moved out of the kitchen and into the dining room towards you; taking off your wet jacket. He pressed the back of his hand to your face and made a noise of surprise. “You’re freezing!” Slowly you looked up at him, feeling about as insignificant and small as a child. He had been gone this morning… gone. And now he was fussing over you. It was difficult to fully understand what was happening. “You go and take a seat over there and I’ll boil the jug and then go run the bath for you… It’s a really bad time of the year to get sick. Or do you want me to go and make some of that soup for you which has the -” You couldn’t listen. Not properly. You didn’t even know if this was a dream or not. It still felt as if you had invaded someone else’s body for the day and you were merely witnessing what was happening.  “- you look as if you have already come down with something. Y/N? Do you want to go and rest?” Eventually you managed to nod at that and vaguely felt him helping you down the hallway to your bedroom.  “You should get changed before you go to sleep or you’ll catch a chill.” He saw your expression which finally held some emotion - question; mistaking it for annoyance. “Sorry. I’ll leave you be now.” He looked around the room again as if finding some reason to stay, before clearing his throat and backing out with the door. You stared at it for a while before changing and crawling into bed. Your body and brain simply didn’t have enough energy to process the events, and you very quickly fell into a deep sleep. 

------------------------------------- “How are you feeling?” You stared at Seokjin’s gentle smile near the bottom corner of your bed. How were you feeling? Looking at his soft facial features in a still drowsy state, you realised then that you genuinely had no idea. You felt - indifferent. “Tired,” you croaked instead. “Understandable. You've been under a lot of stress lately.” He fixed the blankets around you to ensure that they kept the warmth in. By his actions and expressions, Jin had put the last couple of days behind him already. But how? “Would you like some breakfast? I was making some of that French toast stuff that you like.” Blinking slowly, you contemplated your options that you knew you'd have to decide between them sooner rather than later. But there was a clear answer. “Okay.” Gently he slipped your favourite childhood stuffed fox beside you and patted the blankets down over him. He gave you a little smile before backing away and out of the room to finish making your breakfast.  Staring up at the ceiling, you tried to ignore the thoughts that persisted that this was different from the friendship which you had had before. There was a slight uncomfortable niggling inside of you which ruined the possibility of simply acting like you had before. Jin had always taken care of you, but… it was strange. Somehow it just felt different this time. Wrapping a dressing gown around your body, you made your way down to the kitchen/dining room and sat down in a chair to wait. Jin was whistling while he kept an eye on the toast. Eventually he flipped them onto a plate and set them before you; sitting himself across from you to dig into a plate of rice. “You don’t want any of the French toast?” You asked, feeling a bit guilty.  He shook his head, swallowing down an enormous mouthful of rice. “No, I need my Korean food, thank you.” Unsurely, you cut a piece of the toast off and put it into your mouth. The hot sugary cinnamon melted against your tongue and instantly sent a thrill of satisfaction throughout your body. You smiled with shut eyes - hearing Jin’s pleased laughter vibrate across the table.  “Oh you’ve outdone yourself this time, Jinnie.” He relaxed hearing you bring out the nicknames again, feeling as if the last couple of days could finally be moved on from. But none of this was revealed to you. Instead, he shrugged as if shocked that you would need to comment on that. “Yeah, because I’m the best cook in the world.” Somehow with French toast melting into your taste buds and Jin acting as silly as before, it was easy to shrug things away. He was your best friend, and your fights never lasted long. All had resumed its standard place.  “Ahhhh please. We all know a good cheeseburger tops anything any time.” “What?” His eyes grew into giant saucers. “You wanna say that again?” He threatened with the wasabi aimed at you. “Say what?” You returned innocently. He replaced the wasabi slowly, continuing with the threatening expression. Unfortunately for him he was more amusing than scary.  “Are you working today?” You asked as a change of subject. Seokjin shook his head, wiping his mouth delicately with a serviette. “It's a Saturday.” You stared at him. “Oh crap, it is, isn't it?” “Hmm. Someone’s losing track of time, aren't they? Are you wearing your watch?” He looked for it on your arm. “Stop it.” “What? Time? I would but you'll have to give me a second.” You rolled your eyes at his face crumpling into laughter. Yep. The old Jin was indefinitely back. “What's the plan for today then if we're both home for the weekend?” “I dunno. I guess no plan is a good plan.” “Helpful.” You scraped your plate and then neatly laid your knife and fork together. “Personally I have some washing and other cleaning to do.” “I'll help,” he offered immediately, taking your plate and carrying it with his to the kitchen. “What chore would you least like to do?” “I -” you stumbled as he replaced your plate in front of you, topped up with more toast. “Jin, I'm okay, really.” “Okay, but not amazing. Go ahead and indulge for a change.” You looked up into his encouraging smile. “It wouldn't be for a change. Why are you so good to me?” He shifted uncomfortably underneath your gaze, even while trying to look you in the eye sincerely. “I care about you.” There it was. That niggling feeling again. “I care about you, too. As my best friend.” His gaze shifted away and you could see that your words had bothered, almost upset him. Jin started clearing things up again. “So how do you want me to help out today?” “You don't need to.” “I'm not going to let you do it on your own. What needs doing?” Sighing softly, you ate another piece of the toast you were barely tasting anymore. “Just vacuum out the living area. That would really help.” “Okay.” He continued to clean while you finished off the increasingly hard to swallow breakfast. You didn't like what was happening between you two. Somehow even while you maintained the same antics, others popped up which reminded you both just how abnormal your friendship… and marriage was. “Thanks for the breakfast.” You slid off your chair to help him clean up. 

------------------------ Let’s go somewhere tonight. Try that new gourmet burger place and then just sit somewhere, me and you. Jinny       3:07pm The phone felt hot in the palm of your hand. His message burned into your eyeballs as you tried to decipher what it actually meant. Surely it was some cryptic code, or a silly prank. Jin was good at those. Actually he was terrible, but at least he was consistent about pulling them. It was two months since the argument, and things had never really been the same since. And as much as you hated to admit it, this message pointed it out in pure daylight. You had attempted for a while to keep the friendship going. In contrast, Seokjin had been doing more and more for you with every passing breath; becoming the sweet, caring husband that you tried to ignore. It was simply painful seeing his attempts. Because he was perfect. He would make the perfect husband… for someone who appreciated it. You realised these things, and yet you did nothing but ignore the problem until it would vanish. How could you answer him? Your brain was numbing inside of your skull. It hurt to hurt him like this, and it was almost tempting to simply cave in and become his wife like he clearly wanted. But that wasn’t fair for him either. You would never be what he truly needed, and right now you were depriving him of all that he most wanted. Like so many times over the last two months, you tossed your phone back onto your desk. There were many other things which were pressing you at this very moment that you shouldn’t procrastinate another moment on. ------------------------ You turned the key in its lock and creaked open the door. It was well past eleven, and you were being cautious so as not to wake him up. Shutting it behind you and tiptoeing into the lounge with your plastic takeout bag, your heart nearly jumped into your throat to see the light still on and Jin watching from the couch with an expression you had never seen before. Your conscience stirred. “Jin… what are you still doing up?? I thought you would have been sleeping long ago…” His betrayed eyes flicked down to your food bag and then back up to your face. “How was your burger? Mine was delicious.” Your heart clenched up over his dark sarcasm. You had done it this time. Jin had been hurt just a few too many times. “Jin…” “Just tell me this, Y/N,” he demanded, rising from his seat, “why couldn’t you at least have had the decency to say ‘hey, actually, I don’t ever want to be seen out as your wife!!!!’” You felt sick. Really sick. Nauseous, vomiting sick. Hell, you had screwed up this time. “Please listen…” “No, you listen!!! I’ve been really trying, Y/N. Really trying. At first I acted like we used to all of the time, just to make sure you were comfortable. And then I started doing a bit more, and a bit more, to subtly introduce you into marriage life and make you realise it’s really not all that bad. But the thing is, no matter how gentle, patient, or subtle I have been, all it has achieved is your silence for the past few weeks and your inability to even be a friend anymore!” Tears pierced your eyes. His image blurred up in front of you. This wasn’t what anyone had wanted… “I’m sorry…” Jin watched you for a moment longer before swearing and sighing in loud frustration. “I’m an idiot. I’m sorry, I should never have agreed to this stupid marriage in the first place…” A thought hit upon you in that moment; altering your entire perspective. It couldn’t be, surely... “Why did you?” You felt him hesitate for a moment, and then were shocked to hear him sniff back some tears. “It doesn’t matter anyway,” he mumbled underneath his breath, tearing his discarded jacket off the back of the couch. “I think we’re done fooling ourselves, Y/N. I’m moving in with my parents.” It was all you could to stay standing and watch as your best friend strode off into his bedroom for the last night. ----------------------------- Woo for more progress!! Finally another section to this request. Sorry to whoever requested it... I actually really enjoyed this request but it took me so long to write the last, and I thought it was only fair to try and do them in order :/. Only one more section to go after this one, so please stick around to see how it ends!! Thank you lovelies :). Have an incredible week. - Dolceice

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Imagine: Jet Lag (Namjoon)

It’s the second night being home after the European tour with your best friend. You feel happy to be home, even if Europe had been several degrees warmer and a whole lot more fun than your regular routine. There was one thing it didn’t have, however. Your husband Namjoon who had his arm around you on the couch. And of course your little boy fast asleep in his room. A comedy movie lit up the screen in front of your blurring eyes. “Go to bed, babe,” Joon instructed softly with amusement lilting his voice. “I’m not tired,” you murmured back; nestling down against his chest only a moment later.  He gave a laugh mid-sigh, and gently stroked the top of your head. Your eyes were already shut.  “There’s no point staying up,” you heard him say again, what felt like an hour later. “You’re still jetlagged.” “I dun ‘ave any,” you slurred. Your husband rolled his eyes but pulled himself over onto his side so that you could lay down on him properly. Within minutes you were fully asleep against him. It was so much easier to sleep when he was around again. -------------- - Dolceice

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Outskirts: Part Four

Requested ~ 1 2 3 4 The confinement of a castle encourages hostility between an aspiring young scholar and heir to the throne… Prince Seokjin…

Each day became blurrier. What must have been weeks passed with you hiding in your room and barely touching anything more than what was necessary to survive. Your body was in shock; unable to comprehend the loss of not one but both parents and therefore anyone in your family who was prepared to help you. Which left you in more than a position of grief. It made you dependent on the king. He had called you in before him one day and both had the nerve to apologise on behalf of his son, thus blaming who you knew not to be involved, and to offer you a position amongst the court ladies. It was supposedly a generous gesture, but you could not fathom the idea of spending the rest of your days in the presence of all who took victory from your people’s destruction. Yet with all position and wealth lost, it was that or find a place amongst the paupers.  You felt depressively lonely. There was no doubt in your mind that more than just your parents had been lost to you, and even if you could return to your town, surviving friends would be scattered or captured. More and more your mind had come to realise that the prince was your closest friend, but could you even call him that? He had comforted you, but… Anyway, he had been sent back to the invasion by the king. Or so anyone knew. Stumbling about in the woods in the bright moonlight, your mind was a mix of thoughts and yet emptiness. It was hard to concentrate on anything when everything had changed so quickly. There were too many things to consider that it all blurred into one confusing mess; dragging you into a headache to match your heartache. “Lady Y/N.” Your heart jumped into your throat - body turning quickly towards the direction of the voice. “Oh, Your Highness…” you furrowed your eyebrows after smoothing them back absentmindedly. “What are you doing here?” He didn’t smile. His eyes were staring at you with agonised concern.  “I’m so sorry…” Shifting your attention around in every direction as if there might be someone watching, you eventually reached for your other arm and rubbed it awkwardly. “You don’t have to keep saying that, your highness. I truly don’t blame you.” “But I blame myself.” Before you could say another word, he had taken another step closer.  “I know what this means for you, Lady Y/N, and it makes me feel sick inside. Here I was arguing with you all this time over trivial matters while my father and uncle were planning mass murder from right underneath my own nose. I -” he turned his head away and shook it slightly; frustration and guilt evident.  “It’s difficult to predict the unexpected.” “Was it very unexpected, though?” The prince sighed heavily. “But this isn’t about me, my lady.” He tilted his head to look at you; the moonlight making his face appear much whiter than usual. “Your position right now is shaky. You have no status, no wealth, no acquaintances who could help - except of course, the King’s latest offer of residing in the Court. Now I know we may not have taken a great deal to each other, but I know enough to realise that his offer is one you’re less than willing to take.”  Seokjin paused to allow you to confirm or deny this statement, and eventually you nodded. Surprisingly his usually firm expression tightened insecurely. “I pondered over any other options, seeing as I wasn’t too keen on tossing my guest out onto the streets. And I chanced upon another…” You started walking slowly, knowing he would follow but too concerned over what he was next about to say to stay still. Jin fell into stride beside you. “I know I’m far from your favourite person. But here’s the deal. I want to right what has been damaged, and considering your messy predicament - I consider it a good enough place to begin.”  You breath puffed out into the sliver air as you considered his words; feet crunching on the dead leaves beneath your feet. Heartbeat slow with the cold yet strong with anticipation. “If we were to come to an arrangement - which allows me to save you from the streets and me from being one of my father’s chess pieces. What the public might refer to as a marriage, but what we would simply see as a saving grace…” You stopped and stared at him in shock. “Marriage?” In the dim light you could see his face of embarrassment. “I don't know what else to do.” Images of you sitting at the table, closer to the king than before in your royal outfit, and suffering daily reminders of the things this family had put you through every time you caught their eye, flooded your imagination. Then you came to again to see the prince staring at you in uncomfortable anticipation. “I think you should allow me to make my own way in the world, but… thank you,” you added with a weird taste on your tongue. “That's not what I want to do, m’lady…” “It's what commoners such as myself have to do. You're used to depending on everyone else to see you through, but you've seen what has happened to the rest of us. We don't have anyone to depend on. That's why we tough it out and wake each day with eyes and purpose looking forward.” Fresh sorrow stung your eyes. That's exactly what you had to do. Move on, knowing you weren't the first to experience loss. Prince Seokjin seemed less than convinced, and only half in understanding. “But why would you throw away the opportunity to live well? Who knows where you might go otherwise.” “Because it's like borrowing. You would give that to me charitably for a while, but then you would begin to grow bitter from my inability to repay.” “I assure you that's not the case. You're repaying by being by my s -” “I can't look at him.” The calmness of the forest appeared to still further. “I can't look at him and know what he's replaced.” “You wouldn't have to look…” Seokjin murmured. “But I would hear. I would sense. I would smell all the rich foods and touch all the intricate tapestries. And I would know.” Somewhere an owl hooted. You finally turned your head fully in his direction and smiled softly. “You've changed, your highness. Or maybe I've just uncovered what was underneath.” Sighing lightly, you reached over and grabbed his hand in a slight squeeze. “Your offer was kind.” Turning away from him, you wandered back down the forest pathway and into the light of the castle. It would be an early start tomorrow, and you wanted to complete your packing before then.

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Gingerly you lay down on the lumpy sack and pulled its itchy twin over the top of you. It had been thirteen weeks since you had departed the castle, and although you didn't regret that part in the slightest, its comfort was missed. Still, there was pleasure in lying between your own bed coverings and in a hut that you had paid for with your own money. This was your first night inside a real building, now that you had enough coins to spare. Where you had gone was obvious. The town had clearly been decimated, and it was difficult keeping away from the soldiers which acted as slave sellers currently. However you found with some hope in humanity and restoration that there was a large enough community living together and trying to rebuild what had been destroyed. That's how you had found a job so easily. There was much to do, just little money to spare at this stage. What you found the most frustrating was your own thoughts. Each time when you sat down with new friends, you couldn't help but feel that maybe you could have been happy with the prince. You hated his family, but what had become apparent - you didn't hate him. His company was missed. His verbal abuse was missed. His surprising moments of humour and kindness were missed. Each new day brought a stronger longing for some more time with him, but you knew he was in the process of forgetting you, if not already having done so. Therefore - you worked. With purpose and precision. This was your homeland you were rebuilding. Your life. One which would contain neither your supportive academic parents and friends, nor life in the castle. “Y/N, with all this rain the mud has made it too slippery to take the alleyways.” “We can go dig it out,” you responded without hesitation; already accustomed to the lack of different gender treatment since the town’s fall. It was actually amusing how opposite life in the castle was compared with here. Looking down at your mud-caked dress, you thought it quite became you. Being here with the right people. “What are we going to do when it dries in this large pile?” Someone puffed beside you while you flung your load off. It was true. In the right temperatures it would become an ugly obstacle in the middle of the new town. “Well, we need more building supplies, too. Get half of us on clearing the mud and the other on forming mud bricks for houses.” The men stared at you in surprise; some outright appearing in love. “You should have been a queen, Y/N.” “I very nearly was,” you muttered under your breath. Progress was slow. Between more rain, the slippery conditions, the rubble, and keeping out of the soldiers’ way, the place hardly looked different aside from the growing pile of bricks. You were proud of the achievements. But exhausted. It seemed as if the town would never be built in your lifetime. You particularly felt this on another rainy day, eleven weeks after the mud project began. Knee-deep in never ending mud, it was easy to feel discouraged and frustrated. “Where are the other men?” You yelled out. “We've been holding our own for hours.” “They should be here anytime now, Y/N. Someone went back to get them here faster.” “If they get here at all,” you found yourself complaining. “It's a lucky day if they decide to partake of this glorious job.” “They have arrived,” someone announced; interrupting your snarky sarcasm. You threw your gaze over them disapprovingly. “I'd appreciate it if you got to work immediately to make up for all these wasted hours. Thank you. Oh, and please can someone help share my area?” Turning directly back to the task, you were pleased when someone quickly joined your side. “Thanks, now don't think of your pants; they'll be dirty in five seconds so there's no use treading carefully. Roll in it for all I care, just make sure you keep up.” You snatched a glance at your partner, expecting the usual rough worker. Instead your body tensed up; face whitening, heart pounding. Seokjin met your gaze with steady return. His eyes revealed surprise and amusement. “Your highness!!!” You rushed to bow but he caught your arm abruptly. “Don't,” he warned, “no one here should know.” You glanced around and nodded apologetically. “I am deeply regretful of the way I spoke,” your meek voice continued in humiliation. “I suppose I am accustomed to talking like the men, now.” “You certainly appear to keep them in line…” Your cheeks blazed. “What are you doing here?” His shovel landed heavily into the ground. You watched the veins in his hands and neck as he pulled a full load back out. “I am helping.” “Helping?” You felt dumb standing there uselessly while he did your work - puzzled yet pleased by his presence. Puzzled because you weren't simply pleased. You felt growing joy. “Well? You will let me do all of the work now?” He straightened, in mock of his old snobbiness. You got back into work, to which Seokjin quickly tried to explain he was joking and did not want to force a lady to work, but nevertheless - you worked. Side by side with a prince in knee-high mud.

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It never occurred to you until that evening just how ridiculous you both looked. Perhaps to anyone else there, it seemed normal, but being with someone from your upperclass past reminded you of the definite contrasts. Seokjin took your hand and led you out of the muddy central streets and into one of the outer resident ones. Treating you like a lady even though you looked nothing like one. He paused outside of a tent. “It has been near enough six months since you have left,” Seokjin stated. “Since I proposed.” You ducked your head in shame. It felt like a bigger regret more than ever now, to have rejected him. Immediate heat flooded your cheeks when you felt his fingers lace through yours. “I understand this is inappropriate behaviour, but I have waited too long to see you.” His voice had turned quick and warm with passion. “I may have asked before out of sympathy, but now I ask in need.” Tentatively you looked him in the eye. “I love you, Y/N.” Unexplainable feelings washed over your body. How did you feel in return? Were you this happy simply because he was pouring his heart out to you, or because the feelings were reciprocated? “Why now? I mean, how now? You love me when I am not around?” “No.” He shifted his footing in the mud slightly as a minor distraction. “I was in love before, I just needed some time to figure that one out.” You felt totally dumbstruck. His presence alone had been shocking. “So marry me, Y/N,” he asked in so vulnerable a tone you could hear how he had struggled the last six months. “... your family…” “Don't even exist to me. I'm not going back. Oh,” he added in remembrance, “you should know that our life won't be luxurious like it was in the palace. We will be here, restoring this town. Maybe just as we were today. I've positioned myself here permanently, and father agreed to leave it alone after my threats.  But,” he paused after such an offload of information, “I would do my utmost to create a proper home for my wife.” You shivered at his words; charmed by them. Dizzy from his attention. Drunk on joy. “I don't mind if we sleep outside.” His eyes grew large with hope. “So you will?” A smile cracked the whiteness of your face. “I will.” His hand tightened dramatically over yours, but he could not do further in the middle of a street. “You are precious to me,” he murmured huskily instead. “I missed you,” you responded in a whisper. You would be married in a week; watching as your hometown rebuilt with your husband encouraging your input right by his side. Preparing a place for your would be dear little boy and two girls to be raised in happily.

---------------------- I don’t know the exact amount of time it’s been since I was last here, but let’s just say the last time we were close to deleting the whole blog :P. Now I’m back after three months of being overseas, and I have finally finished this request!!!! I’m so sorry to the person who requested it... I really didn’t intend to be so slack, I just had some major writer’s block and a holiday in between the start and finish :P. I have one more request to finish which is the best friends marriage with Jin, and then I will settle back into writing my own stories. However if you have any requests, they are always open and I will do my best to improve on my time taken from the last time (which really wouldn’t be hard :P). Nice to be back, and hope you’re all still smiling! - Dolceice

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To Come:

Hello everyone, this is just a list of stories (both requests and other ones) that I will be working on over the next month. 

Requests:

- Bound In Love and Law Pt 3 (Hopefully the final part)

- From Fourth Grade Pt 2

- Pick Me Up

Others:

- Fools

- Lost Keys

- The Hanging Tree

Between working and my own writing (and of course a lot of procrastination), I hope to be able to get all of these done, so look forward to them. 

Just as a note, my fellow writer Dolcie is currently overseas in Europe for the next month or so. As you can imagine, she doesn’t have much time for writing at the moment, so forgive her for a lack of updates. She’s off becoming cultured and learning to speak French, but will return eventually. 

Have a good day wherever you are. 

- Quillfire

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Hey, I'm new to tumblr so I'm not exactly sure how things work, but I just wanted to say that OH MAN HOLY SHIT I really love all of your stories on here. Seriously... I'm borderline offended that they don't seem to be getting much traffic--at least the few that I've been reading when I stumbled across one on your page and then instantly got HOOKED. They're amazing and honestly I was having such a hard time finding quality stories that I liked of BTS! So thank you for what you do. That is all. <3

Hello, thank you so much for your message. :D It means a lot that you enjoy our stories - it’s more motivation to keep writing them (something we have both been lacking a bit in recent months). Reading this made me smile, and I’m sure it will make Dolcie smile too - though she’s in Europe at the moment so I’m not sure when I’ll get the chance to tell her about this. 

I hope you’ll stick around for future updates. There should be a few more of them now that I’ve got a month of holidays till my next semester and actually have time to write. 

Thanks again,

- Quillfire

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Omg that honestly makes me so sad! I'm so sorry that you don't feel the same excitement anymore. Ultimately I think you have to do what makes you both happy, but I would love to see the stories left and the requests finished! They have brought me a lot of joy in the past. But again, you should do what makes you happy! Much love!! 💗

Hello~ The stories we already have up will definitely be left for people to continue to read. Since we only have a few requests remaining, we will probably be able to finish those, since it’s not really fair to the people who made the requests if we just abandon them. 

In any case, a decision about whether we will continue the blog will be made at the end of the week. We don’t want to rush it because then we may end up doing something we later regret. 

Much love to you as well (and all our followers)

- Quillfire and Dolceice

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Important Message

Dear followers,

We have almost reached three years of running this blog, and have reached a point where we feel it has become stagment and no longer feel the same excitement that we initially did. But we will leave some of the decision up to you. Should the blog and our stories be left for others to read? Would you like us to finish the pending requests we have? 

- Quillfire and Dolceice

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