I have so much I want to write but I don't know where to start. A part of me just wants to release all the teasers for my fics. The other part of me wants to finish what I have started. Why is it so difficult to just sit down and write?
genre. strangers to lovers?Ā time travel au. angst. fluff.
pairing. jungkook x reader
summary. in her dreams, she sees the familiar face of a man sheās met before at the same train station. both have never spoken a word but he looks at her like he knows her. sheās afraid sheās falling in a never-ending maze of unrequited love. only if she knew she was completely wrong.
warnings.Ā the smallest tint of smut (itās barely there). suicidal thoughts. suicide. main character death. explicit language. & much more that will be added later.
note. this isnāt really a teaser, itās more of an introduction to my drabble collection. i donāt really know what iām doing but i have always wanted to write about time travel. i think starting with drabbles will help me work my way up to actually writing oneshots about it.Ā
release date. tbd
ā this is an introduction to a drabble collection. if interested, please comment to be part of the taglist for this story.Ā
DreadfulĀ how a couple nights ago she couldnāt sleep no matter how hard she tried to keep her eyes shut. She tried desperately to lull herself into deep sleep. Though it proved to be a challenge when she keptĀ reminiscing about the warm summer days spent with her lover.
Loneliness bared a troubled mind in her when she wasnāt thinking of him. He was almost a kind of cure for her. Others would have disagreed and claimed he wasnāt in any way a healing hand.Ā No,Ā he was a drug.Ā
Now she felt that the sun had replaced the moon in the sky. Her eyes were brought up to stare at the harmful light of the lonely star. Without any warning, someone came behind her and wrapped their arms around her waist. The scent of vanilla made itself present in the air.
āJungkook.ā
It was barely a whisper.Ā
Summer days. Traveling hand in hand, searching for a promise of love. Certain it would never fade away. Walking through fields of fruit and life. Their smiles and shared looks found a place in each other's hearts. Settled near a river, drinking away their remaining sorrows. Enjoying the fullness of cherries and wine.Ā
Kissing and making love.
To be separated from such a man,Ā godĀ that sounded like a crime. Visible to the eye was the look of desire. Though it wasnāt lust. It was pure love and a tint of passion. Surrounded by the wind when the sun set. All she could think was that only heaven tasted as good as him.Ā
Nights wrapped in warm embraces. Honey paired with lips that kissed so deeply, they cut right through her bliss. Touches that sent shivers down her spine. Unforgettable was to feel his every emotion through his hips that moved to the sound of her need.
Now she must have recognized this was all a dream. In reality, his very being was never tangible. She never got to hold him or love the way she wanted. Sheād remember his face, the looks heād give her.
Though that was all. Nothing else was given to satiate her hunger for him. For him to show her what it meant to be loved. To be touched, to be known in ways only another person could understand.Ā
The way you write your stories just does something to my heart š„ŗā¤ļø
Thanks for this! I really needed it. My heart feels happy that my stories make you feel this way. I will continue to write while keeping your words in mind š
I can't believe some of you are actually reading my stories. They aren't much but I love them. I love writing so much. It feeds me with comfort and joy.
I don't know if anyone is going to read this but just know that if you have a passion, don't let it go. It's there and you are allowed to touch it, to embrace it, and to keep it.
summary. jungkook loves and loathes the sea. especially when it brings him to a place far away from home. he wants to save himself, but he knows only one person can save him.
warnings.Ā minor character deaths. descriptions of grief. explicit language.Ā
note. here goes to a new drabble series. iām excited but also very nervous. i donāt write fantasy because iām not very good at it. but iām giving it a try because iām fascinated with stories about sirens and such. i hope you enjoy <3Ā
The sound of a female voice agitates the poor boy lying on the sand staring over at the many stars he could see adorning the night sky. The whispers of his name continuously send him to the edge of a precipice. He wishes to succumb to the feeling of her gentle and tender way of calling him over to the sea. Death calls for a sweet kiss.
His life is still as he ponders if he will ever find a way back home to his lover. Doubts scar him more deeply when he sits up and looks at the sea. There where the waves crash, there where he thinks he sees her face.
A welcoming smile and he feels weak in the knees. Deathās voice mixes with her own voice and he stands in a hurry. Eyes with tears glare at him beckoning him to walk further away from the sea. For she knows that if he meets the sweet embrace of the water, not one heartbeat of his will be heard ever again.
Shut eyes and he sees their memories play out like a story. A story that he believes may never come to an end. Only when he feels her again will he know with certainty that she is well. May it be that she has found someone to confide in. A light in the middle of the darkness that surrounds her every memory of his.
A few months had gone by. He remembers it all too well. The day all fishermen of the town gathered near the port with beaming smiles. The sky had cleared from the clouds that once met when the storm had begun. The warmth of the sun allured the men and they were sure in their hearts that they could sail safely again.
Jungkook was never meant to be there, but the young boy was too stubborn to listen to his mother when she begged him to stay. āYouāre not like your father my boy. You will be nothing like him. The worldās too big for you to follow him.ā These words only motivated his need to sail the seas in the company of his father, even if it was only through his ghost.
When he was about to leave, he caught a glimpse of a familiar girl in a white dress. Her hair fell over her shoulders and her cheeks were painted a pretty pink heād only seen once. A moment when he confessed in the early days of spring that he loved her. He recalled the tears that flowed out of her eyes and the love he showed her after.
She stood away from him, afraid that if she touched him, it would be the last time.
āOh look who came to bid me farewell.ā
He felt serene when she was around. If she was there with him, his fears found no way to hurt him. Though he grew to fear losing her and that alone killed him. But if he was met with her tears, that was something else. It was hard to explain the overwhelming ache he felt when he saw her cry. Sobs that came from the pain within her heart.
He knew she was afraid, oh so afraid to lose him. In a way, he felt blessed that such a lovely person would miss him on the other side. āIām not going to die if thatās what youāre worried about y/n. When my father sailed the sea, a storm was already approaching. Look at the sky, my love.ā
She cried more quietly as she stared down at her feet. If she looked at the sky or at the boy she loved, she would fall apart. Sometimes she wondered why he was so full of life. Why his eyes would show a glimmer sheād never seen from anyone else? When his father parted from him, he spent days staring at the sea.
Jungkook had a complicated relationship with the ocean. His father had taught him everything he needed to know about fishing and the sea creatures he encountered when he left home. His father was always away. Once when he couldnāt find it in him to fall asleep, he left the comfort of his bed to find his mother.
āOh dear, you scared me. What is a little boy doing awake at this hour?ā
His doe eyes met his motherās face and without thinking, he exclaimed, āI hate the sea! I hate it!ā
A fond smile. That was the only thing his mother could give him because deep within her own heart, she also hated the sea. But not for the reasons her little baby did. No. She simply despised how much her own lover cared for it. Even more than his family.
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