Cheriko Ray. A florist grieving the death of her loved one.
They meet 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 after a whole scenario of life and death. Death is predominant, highly unlikely, for Jimin disappears leaving the deserted love as their only possession to his girlfriend, Cheriko Ray.
Timely unrest, chaos, and infidelity blossoms amongst the people of Aurora-the land of northern lights.
There was a war that led to the end of their kingdom with the demise of the Royals, or so was told. But, he remained, the one named as their saviour, and so prevailed evil, along.
A story to fight, it was, with the prince taking the lead. Following him, were his six brothers and his only love.
...and then, the combat leading to peace, arising more questions to answer.
Park Jimin Fanfiction | Supernatural AU | Time Travelling AU
"Finally, we're done with this," sighed Namjoon, leaning leisurely onto the backrest of the couch.
Puffs of smoke whirling around, originating from a cigarette pressed against Taehyung's lips, he rested his head on the couch. Exhaling, the nicotine rush led him to reach a hazy phase. Pleasantly appealing - the vivid blanket restricting and contracting over his lungs, felt warm.
"You need to quit smoking or share one with me, Tae," Namjoon asserted, receiving a blank expression in return.
Taehyung pulled his body forward, hunching as he took one long drag and flicked the butt, grinding the embers on the ashtray.
"I'm leaving." Never expecting a reply, Taehyung grabbed his coat. "I'll leave the file with you. Keep it safe, Joon."
With that, he left. Namjoon sighed, defeated. He hoped that someone could reprimand his cousin and help him with his emotions: the warm ones. Taehyung was a sly fox. The one that needed help to resist and to conquer, to learn and to express. More precisely, Namjoon wanted a woman to break his barrier. Someone who could show him what true love and affection means.
Jiyeon's sight grew immensely grave, unable to keep up with the vigour of the environment. Not every day does someone get violated — thrown into a dim-lit room, adorned with a king-sized bed within.
She stumbled for the thousandth time this evening, her feet finally giving up, paralyzing her soul. Leaning against the foot of the bed, she prayed and hoped her senses would react to her internal screams. Footsteps were heard carrying mumbles. Talks and whispers went unheard. She could listen to vague sounds that low-key impressed her. The room, oddly blue, caressed her mind. Fear only multiplied on the realization of it being a room.
Squinting her eyes, she discerned more of the room now. Handcuffs. She found handcuffs and blindfolds gracefully lying on the edge of the bed. Oh! She wasn't going to become someone's toy tonight. Another spark spun her body around, 'escape' a voice murmured. Trying to stand through the rain of sweat drenching her body, her legs dying of exhaustion — she worked every possible muscle she could.
Posture hunkered down, she removed the pair of sharp ankle strap heels she wore, the very one that her sister gave her. She had to fight through. Internally thanking her sister for the heels and her brother for teaching her self-defence, she wished, it would pass.
The heart-throbbing, her chest heaving together — cheeks redden more with drunk curiosity. With the door creaking open, Jiyeon strived to stand. She didn't care anymore as she gripped a heel tightly with her right hand. Holding a cough at the end of her throat, she stayed silent.
Gathering all the endeavoured strength, she aimed. The heel went swift carrying immense power.
Alas!
A hand caught the heel effortlessly as she found a silhouette of a man. The momentum backfired making her fall to the floor. A painful groan escaped her lips, with the man now crouched in front of her.
"Ouch! Feisty one, aren't you?" he voiced a little gruff, nonetheless leading as he dropped the heel he caught.
The clack of the heels when it touched the ground sent shivers down her spine. Jiyeon thought of several ways to help herself, but none completely crossed her mind. Giving up, she glared at the man in front of her.
"Who are you?" she demanded.
"If you'd like to leave this room without a scratch on your body, I'd suggest you let go of the heels you are holding now," he enounced, gripping onto Jiyeon's dark brown locks.
The man's dainty blue eyes alerted her reflexes. Though old and covered with wrinkles, the opposition had to be afraid of this man. The aura he emitted made Jiyeon shudder in fear.
She let go of the heel without another word. With her lungs forgetting to breathe, she felt dizzier.
The man who had previously crouched down stood and walked to a table in one corner of the room. He filled a glass with water and added some medicine to it. Jiyeon rested her head on her palm, waiting to regain her composure. She ignored the little sounds that made their way until the man walked back.
"Here, drink this," she heard. Painfully opening her eyes, she found a glass of water within her reach. She convinced herself that it was alright to drink yet her hands never reached the glass of the blessed water. Trying to open her chapped lips to speak, only led her to hiccupping.
The old man dragged his hand behind her neck as he held her shoulders and used his free hand to press the glass of water against her lips.
"What's your name?" he asked Jiyeon as she gulped the last bit of water.
"Jeon Jiyeon," she replied, not considering a second thought.
The shocked expression the man exhibited, went unnoticed by Jiyeon as he asked her another question.
"Do you, by chance know anyone named Jeon Jungkook?"
Jiyeon tiredly nodded and continued, "Jeon Jungkook is my elder brother," as she loses her consciousness.
Taehyung concluded that the woman in black he had met an hour back, might be the very one who has him dazzled. He wanted to know more about her.
On the contrary, perhaps he wanted to forget her. The unknown feeling of love flourishing within him irked him.
Was that love?
He didn't trust himself enough to love others. Love and friendship, how big of a difference do they hold?
The barriers within kept aside, he was trying to find the woman. To confirm and to forget? It was a drag for him to give much thought to anything he does. A single decision, with various aftermath to handle.
There also is a possibility to never forget. The something that carves into your sanity and there's nothing you can do but crave more of it.
So, Taehyung didn't care about the aftermath. Good or bad, he followed his instincts to find the woman. And hell, he was right.
He stopped. Took a quick minute for himself. He looked at the woman from afar. Barefooted, hair a complete mess and tossed on an old man's shoulders who was walking out of a room. Calm - it was all calm.
Until Taehyung got a glimpse of her mask-less face.
It was her.
Thanks to his fucking instincts. He found her.
Taehyung grit his teeth, looking at her state. The girl at the airport, the woman in black. It was her.
Realization dawned upon him, Taehyung furiously walked towards the man. The sound of cracking knuckles entered the scene. Blood coursed through his arm until it reached the tip of his fingers.
With a touch on the old man's shoulder and a quick turn — the man was received with a full fist on his cheek. The energy unleashed, the man's neck swelled rapidly due to the impact as the ruby liquid was coughed out. That didn't seem enough for the fierce Taehyung.
The girl was scaringly close to being dropped by the man as Taehyung placed a hand protecting her head from the fall. He immediately bridal carries her and departs the scene, abandoning a surprised, bleeding, and bruised old man at the hotel lounge.
Park Jimin Fanfiction | Supernatural AU | Time Travelling AU
A/N: The story can also be read on wattpad. ENJOY :)
It is the year 3019.
The horn roars, disrupting the routine of the birds. They stagger and disperse, signalling upcoming dangers to their kind, eagerly soaring to reach their safety. Chaos abounds in the lives of every living being. A group of kingfishers hurriedly fly past the castle grounds, blending along with the bright northern lights, deserting their home. A pity.
It is an Autumn miracle, the trees, swooshing against the mild breeze. They seem a little harsher than before. Moreover, the betrayal of nature, a curse to their wellbeing, admonish the basic needs. Irrespective of their torment, I'm running in search of mine.
The castle feels desolate. I walk and walk, past all the brave soldiers, engraving their deaths in my mind. It shouldn't be forgotten.
I think of various possibilities to find my husband. 'Where could he be?' Putting my head out of a window, I gaze as near, and as far as I can. I could only see confusion in emptiness. Not one noise, not one whisper. I am desperate as it is.
Roseate and green, the northern lights beautifully shine upon the land: Aurora. My birthland. The land of the blessed, the swirling colours being a bewitching sight, never tiring my eyes. Any other day, I would have sat down and given a feast to my eyes. But there isn't any time today. I will have to act fast.
The castle is in chaos. The land of Aurora is in danger.
I panic, dash past another column of passage, reaching the Western part of the castle. It is when I heard, clashing of swords, very loud and clear. The painful groans, the screams, agony, and tears, bringing misery. It is a bloodbath—the soldiers and the rulers, sacrificing the blood for their safety. Gruesome. Unwanted slaughter, the man is pure evil.
Insecurity rushes through every part of my body, and the next I know, I am in pace, retracing the path I used before.
The main quarters.
The doors are open but couldn't find him, my husband. Ruby red liquid is flowing out of the room like a stream. I freeze. Taking anxious steps, one at a time, I step inside the main quarters, following the bloodbath. His parents lay lifeless in one corner of the room, ruthlessly stabbed with a machete. The bloodred machete, peeking out of father-in-law's chest. A blanket draping the queen's chest, covering the hole from where her heart has been removed. The room is in a literal mess: the wall clock broken into pieces, the curtain torn to shreds, the feathers of the pillows, but the more vivid are the cuts, and bruises on their bodies. They've struggled but their deaths would mean nothing. Not until he's dead.
Taehyung sat next to his parents grieving their deaths. I wanted to stay and support him but, my inner conscience yelled. Yelling, to make me understand that Jimin needed me.
I peek out of the window and find Jimin fighting that man. The lowly birthed man.
I have to go there. Immediately. He needs help.
My legs, forcing me to go to him, to my husband.
But I was too late.
My warning goes unheard. My voice, becoming silent.
A see a sword pierce through his skin. He is a disaster. Jimin drops on his knees, spitting out blood. It splatted on the enemy's shoulder and chest. Drenching in his own precious blood, my heart clenches, painfully looking at him fall apart. Tears of pain and mourning, slipping out, hurt me further. Someone holds my shoulder, trying to pull me out of my trance, but my eyes were set on Jimin.
I realise my fallen state, the pain in my abdomen, I wail, swallowing back my despair. I had lost not one but two lives that were dear to me.
Aurora has become a fallen land. It would never be the same again. My view slowly become to look like a foggy morning, soon I would succumb.
My heart is hollow, the source of happiness escaping my walls. It is then I see, a bright light of hope, that dissipates Jimin into shards, while I, enter the abyss.
Park Jimin Fanfiction | Supernatural AU | Time Travelling AU
A/N: The story can also be read on wattpad. ENJOY :)
It is the year 3019.
The horn roars, disrupting the routine of the birds. They stagger and disperse, signalling upcoming dangers to their kind, eagerly soaring to reach their safety. Chaos abounds in the lives of every living being. A group of kingfishers hurriedly fly past the castle grounds, blending along with the bright northern lights, deserting their home. A pity.
It is an Autumn miracle, the trees, swooshing against the mild breeze. They seem a little harsher than before. Moreover, the betrayal of nature, a curse to their wellbeing, admonish the basic needs. Irrespective of their torment, I'm running in search of mine.
The castle feels desolate. I walk and walk, past all the brave soldiers, engraving their deaths in my mind. It shouldn't be forgotten.
I think of various possibilities to find my husband. 'Where could he be?' Putting my head out of a window, I gaze as near, and as far as I can. I could only see confusion in emptiness. Not one noise, not one whisper. I am desperate as it is.
Roseate and green, the northern lights beautifully shine upon the land: Aurora. My birthland. The land of the blessed, the swirling colours being a bewitching sight, never tiring my eyes. Any other day, I would have sat down and given a feast to my eyes. But there isn't any time today. I will have to act fast.
The castle is in chaos. The land of Aurora is in danger.
I panic, dash past another column of passage, reaching the Western part of the castle. It is when I heard, clashing of swords, very loud and clear. The painful groans, the screams, agony, and tears, bringing misery. It is a bloodbath—the soldiers and the rulers, sacrificing the blood for their safety. Gruesome. Unwanted slaughter, the man is pure evil.
Insecurity rushes through every part of my body, and the next I know, I am in pace, retracing the path I used before.
The main quarters.
The doors are open but couldn't find him, my husband. Ruby red liquid is flowing out of the room like a stream. I freeze. Taking anxious steps, one at a time, I step inside the main quarters, following the bloodbath. His parents lay lifeless in one corner of the room, ruthlessly stabbed with a machete. The bloodred machete, peeking out of father-in-law's chest. A blanket draping the queen's chest, covering the hole from where her heart has been removed. The room is in a literal mess: the wall clock broken into pieces, the curtain torn to shreds, the feathers of the pillows, but the more vivid are the cuts, and bruises on their bodies. They've struggled but their deaths would mean nothing. Not until he's dead.
Taehyung sat next to his parents grieving their deaths. I wanted to stay and support him but, my inner conscience yelled. Yelling, to make me understand that Jimin needed me.
I peek out of the window and find Jimin fighting that man. The lowly birthed man.
I have to go there. Immediately. He needs help.
My legs, forcing me to go to him, to my husband.
But I was too late.
My warning goes unheard. My voice, becoming silent.
A see a sword pierce through his skin. He is a disaster. Jimin drops on his knees, spitting out blood. It splatted on the enemy's shoulder and chest. Drenching in his own precious blood, my heart clenches, painfully looking at him fall apart. Tears of pain and mourning, slipping out, hurt me further. Someone holds my shoulder, trying to pull me out of my trance, but my eyes were set on Jimin.
I realise my fallen state, the pain in my abdomen, I wail, swallowing back my despair. I had lost not one but two lives that were dear to me.
Aurora has become a fallen land. It would never be the same again. My view slowly become to look like a foggy morning, soon I would succumb.
My heart is hollow, the source of happiness escaping my walls. It is then I see, a bright light of hope, that dissipates Jimin into shards, while I, enter the abyss.
Warnings: This is an AU, a world beyond one's reach.
Family drama(?), Yandere! Taehyung falls in love with female OC at first sight but isn't sure if it's love?
Female OC: Jeon Jiyeon
Male lead: Kim Taehyung
Other Characters: Jeon Jungkook, Jeon Jiyoung, Hwang Hyunjae, Kim Namjoon, Santiago Bernardi, Jeon Sayuri, Jeon Jiwook and more? (Will be announced later)
Summary:
She became a poisoned apple, his very own poisoned apple.
A story of a loner who tolerates her covetous family while waiting for her lost brother and an eccentric man who believes to be aromantic.
Undesirable circumstances arise where the duo learn to stay sane under each other's company while trying to figure out the truth to their concocted life...?
A/N: Enjoy the masquerade ball at the Cosmos Hotel :)
The Cosmos Hotel, majestically dressed, had people swirling, eager to witness the night. The hotel lights gleamed under the hooded sky with shadows tracing the windows. The antique arch, a magnificent crown, made it look like a historical palace. Laughs and giggles were decorations to the already blissful event: The Masquerade Ball.
Etiquette being of utmost importance, Jiyeon graceful led herself amongst the myriad of people, feeling meek in comparison to others. Adorned in a splendid and effeminate outfit, the devilish night submitted himself as the shimmering moon stepped into the spotlight.
Eyes, striking one another, awe at the presence of an unknown woman with a Colombina mask covering her eyes and upper cheeks. Wandering around oblivious of the others gaping at her, Jiyeon tries to find her sister. Her attempts running aimless, she decided to stop by a buffet section.
"Is the belle here without a date?" asked someone as Jiyeon turned to see a man. Snow flashing his style and the blonde hair complimenting his attire, he looked as heavenly as white snow. With his lips crowned into a smile, attracted by the woman in black.
"Not really. I-, uh, am waiting for my sister," she stammered, not used to the attention.
"Let me accompany you until then," he stated, standing next to her. A server passes by with a tray of glasses served with varieties of expensive alcohols and cocktails while the unidentified man picked up a glass of some golden liquid. "Do you do well with alcohol?" he inquired.
"I don't drink," Jiyeon answered, straightforwardly.
The man who was caught off-guard with the reply exclaimed, "Oh! Fruit juice then?" Seeing Jiyeon nod, he instantly turned to the server who was distributing glasses to the guests. "A glass of any fruit juice, please," he added as the server walked away.
"So," the man dragged, breaking the silence between the two. "What brought you here, belle?" His face highlighted inquisitiveness.
Jiyeon questioned herself if it was alright to answer him. The fact that he calls her 'belle' sounded weird but she shrugged it away. The classical music graciously resonating in that hall calmed her to an extent.
"Well, I'm just attending I guess." Her eyes wander off to the entirety of the room. The golden pillars and the structure. Swirls and curls, the design catches her eye. If it weren't was the loud music, she was sure the whole room could hear her gasp in awe. It baffled her to realize there was such a Hotel in existence. People melodiously dance to the music with different colours blending. It was mesmerizing and overall: alluring.
She heard a chuckle as she turned to look at the man. "From the way you're admiring, I'd say it's your first time at an event like this. Am I wrong?"
She doesn't utter a word because she figured it was obvious, drooling over the dexterity of the dynamic hall.
"I'll take that as a yes. But it also seems like you don't talk much, do you?"
Jiyeon wanted to reply instead of creating an awkward atmosphere but she couldn't. The coordination disappeared, tranquillizing her throat.
Thankfully, her saviour arrived in the identity of a server who handed over a glass of fruit juice to the man. He stared at the purple grape juice curiously. Nonetheless handed over the glass to Jiyeon which she gulped a sip of and immediately coughs it out.
"There, there, belle. Take it easy." He rubbed her back to help her as she stiffened her stance. Taking out a handkerchief, he gave it to Jiyeon as she accepted it.
"Thanks." She gave a gruff reply, frowning at the weird sour taste. Not wanting to prolong her stay with the man she had just met, she was determined to leave. "Thanks for the juice and the company. I better go search for my sister."
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Taehyung was ready for the night after his tiny bursts of annoyance curtailed. His presence at the Cosmos Hotel was eye-catching. Some would call it a spiritual happening to be blessed to see the Heir of the Kims.
He wouldn't have attended the masquerade ball if it weren't for Namjoon who forced him by telling 'There will be thousands of people who'd have come just to see you, the 'Kim Taehyung': Owner of the Cosmos Hotel.'
It isn't that surprising that Taehyung owned a lot of contracts with various companies and personal agreements. For one, he was the Heir of Kims, the owner of the Kim Corps: A famous multinational company.
Taehyung knows his worth. He does so much more than just "working." He skimmed past the hall trying to stay low-key not wanting to gather any attention towards him.
"Excuse me?" He heard a female voice that made him curse under this breath. Someone recognized him though he wore a mask. Composing himself, he turned to meet the woman's eyes. There was something about them. So unusual and so mysterious - her pallid skin radiating heat, her cheeks flushed with a seemingly drunk look. 'Classy for a woman in black', he thought.
"Is there anything I can help you with?" Taehyung asked a little concerned as she faltered to stand. A half-full glass of juice tightly held against the walls of her palm, she quivered.
With a random push and a glide, she wobbled as the gentleman in front swept her by her waist. She tussled under his hold, something unknowingly new to her while the music never interrupted the silence of their position.
"Sorry for the inconvenience, sir," said the man who had previously stumbled the poor woman and walked away, tipsily.
Taehyung took in more of her appearance now. The indecipherable power that her eyes held, pulled him in. He was in haze, with her becoming more distinct as each second passed by. He inhaled the scent of grapes that was emerging out of the glass she held.
The woman in black shied away from his hold faltering to stand for the second time as she scrunches her nose in annoyance. Taehyung found the woman oddly cute which made him overthink where the flutters were erupting from. His spine could clearly remember the several tingles and spasms soaring through.
"Where can I find a restroom?" she abruptly asked, surprising him. Regardless, he pointed towards the direction along the side where the restroom was.
"Thank you so much. Sorry for the disturbance," she said and trotted away immediately.
Taehyung stood as still as a mannequin questioning his existence. He subconsciously hoped that the woman would be alright. His mind wanted to check up on her but he remained still, in reverie.
But, the feeling was familiar. She reminded him of the girl at the airport. For god's sake, he had almost forgotten about her, that was, until now. Something told him to go after the woman he had just met. He didn't like how drunk she looked, she was alone.
The commotion within him was odd. Not every day do you have these intense feelings, that shove you, wanting to be around someone, to care and protect.
Was that it?
To care and to protect.
"Hey, you can't just run away like that!" Namjoon cried out, earning a frustrated sigh from the gentleman in return. That was also when he realized, he wasn't out of his reverie. Unable to gather the right words to characterize her, he aimed to ignore it.
"Fine. You caught me," Taehyung huffed, "But, can we leave now? We have another important stuff in our schedule."
With that, the two men exit the hall to attend an important matter leaving the masquerade ball in its pristine form.
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Jiyeon tried refreshing herself in the restroom. No amount of water was too much to help her snap out of whatever she was feeling. The black mask that highlighted her feature now lied on the sink.
Looking at her reflection in the mirror never changed her flustered self. The pink never faded, her eyes further dulling. Soon, her breathing escalated with her chest heaving, spiralling the waves of exhaustion into her system.
It was one of the two: Stay here in the restroom or walk home as soon as possible. The innermost conscience knew that her body would last any longer. As much as the first option sounded plausible, she agreed to get out of the hotel.
Jiyeon's thoughts ran a million miles per hour to figure out what put her in this state. The flood seemed floaty, while she ambled out of the restroom, cautious of her surrounding. Walking out of the event hall, her path became steeper. An illusion so clear blinded her to an extent she could neither feel herself nor could she see others around her.
Additionally, a spark of lightning jolted her body. That's when she knew she might have made it alive if she'd have stayed back in the restroom.
Warnings: This is an AU, a world beyond one's reach.
Family drama(?), Yandere! Taehyung falls in love with female OC at first sight but isn't sure if it's love?
Female OC: Jeon Jiyeon
Male lead: Kim Taehyung
Other Characters: Jeon Jungkook, Jeon Jiyoung, Hwang Hyunjae, Kim Namjoon, Santiago Bernardi, Jeon Sayuri, Jeon Jiwook and more? (Will be announced later)
Summary:
She became a poisoned apple, his very own poisoned apple.
A story of a loner who tolerates her covetous family while waiting for her lost brother and an eccentric man who believes to be aromantic.
Undesirable circumstances arise where the duo learn to stay sane under each other's company while trying to figure out the truth to their concocted life...?
A/N: Looks like there's going to be more unveiling. ;)
masquerade
/ˌmɑːskəˈreɪd, ˌmaskəˈreɪd/
They meet here. Two known souls with an orb of light gleaming around. With the knight taking an oath to protect the one he possesses.
The grandiose unpenetrable, a mask separating the two. Time ticking past along with their rhythmic hearts. Icy wind and pale skin scurrying past the heated room. Clouded crowns and enigmatic wings awaiting the forthcoming occasion.
The estuary swells gloriously and soon ebbs attaining its lowest point. The stars glimmer the brightest ever as the clouds dissipate, prolonging the already everlasting night.
The masquerade darkening, angels and demons witnessing the night. Here forth, the romance surges with the protector creating his way.
Warnings: This is an AU, a world beyond one's reach.
Family drama(?), Yandere! Taehyung falls in love with female OC at first sight but isn't sure if it's love?
Female OC: Jeon Jiyeon
Male lead: Kim Taehyung
Other Characters: Jeon Jungkook, Jeon Jiyoung, Hwang Hyunjae, Kim Namjoon, Santiago Bernardi, Jeon Sayuri, Jeon Jiwook and more? (Will be announced later)
Summary:
She became a poisoned apple, his very own poisoned apple.
A story of a loner who tolerates her covetous family while waiting for her lost brother and an eccentric man who believes to be aromantic.
Undesirable circumstances arise where the duo learn to stay sane under each other's company while trying to figure out the truth to their concocted life...?
A/N: The first part of this chapter is a flashback to the day Jungkook left Jeon Mansion.
Also, the Masquerade Ball is nearing~~
Seventeen-year-old Jiyeon trudged back home after school. Her day happened to be normal, that was until she reached home. She found various suitcases staggered by the entrance. Curiosity buried her as she walked past the main hall.
Listening to the inaudible murmurs, she followed the sound, pacing herself slower than usual. The mansion seemed eerily calm, composed of deafening silence.
Eventually, as her footsteps entered the radius, sparks of adrenaline rushed inside of her. Bursts of conversations bellowing on the other side of the door, Jiyeon listened to them.
"I'm leaving home for a couple of years. I'll try to come back soon." She heard Jungkook say to Mr Jeon, their father.
"What do you mean by that?"
"I need some space. It disgusts me to have to live with you, father," he spat. "And the same goes with your despicable wife. Don't stop me."
Jungkook rushed out of the room and stopped, seeing a bewildered Jiyeon. Meeting his alarmed look, she didn't know what to ask. His gaze sparkling with determination complementing Jiyeon's thoughts. Not wanting to stay in his father's presence, he pulled Jiyeon to the other side of the hallway.
"You are home earlier than usual. How come?" he inquired.
Jiyeon wondered if he had planned to leave without giving her a heads up. The trust she had for him shattered as soon as the question was asked. And it developed chaos in her.
"You're leaving?" she muttered, hesitantly. She was worried that he was leaving because of her. Maybe because of her grumbles and bratty attitude.
"Is my strong sister going to cry?" Jungkook delves as he closed in, towering little Jiyeon. He wiped the unconscious tears that flowed on her puffy cheeks.
"I'm sorry." The girl holds Jungkook's hands and bawls out, more afraid of her favourite brother leaving her.
"What are you sorry for, huh? I'm going abroad for studying. I'll be back in about four years," Jungkook says, reassuring her.
"Studying?" questions Jiyeon, sharing the same eyes, showing relief.
"Yes," he says, nodding, his hands now placed on her shoulders. "Until then, you need to learn well, too. Figure out your dreams and achieve them, okay?"
"You'll be back?"
"Of course. How can I leave my little Jiyeonnie alone?" Listening to his words of assurance, she let go of Jungkook's hand as their promise was sealed.
"I'll study well. You too, do that." Jiyeon hugged her brother one last time, as he patted her head and ruffled her hair.
"I'll see you soon."
The gust surged, nudging Jungkook out of the house, with Jiyeon engrossed in his fading silhouette.
The footsteps receded, having Jiyeon handle her fate in the Jeon Mansion.
Jiyoung scrupulously prepared for tomorrow. She had to fulfil her scheme: Downfall of the youngest daughter of the Jeons. Deadset in destroying her name and virtue, it is all set to end at the Cosmos Hotel.
Jiyeon had fallen asleep soon after she read the card. She locked herself in her room for the whole night, and when she left the house to get some breakfast, her mother made sure she wore the ring. No morning greetings, no birthday wishes.
Jiyeon received a message from Namjoon who had wished her and informed her that he would treat her to some yummy food soon. She smiled at that, there was someone who cared for her. Content with that, she grabbed some breakfast from a Subway nearby.
Sitting on a chair under a Gulmohar tree at a park, she wondered maybe the Jeons' did have little sympathy for their daughter. They had let her work in the Jeon Corp. Maybe they did have their benefits, but at least she could earn and be independent.
The leaves swivelled painfully, submissive to Jiyeon's thoughts. The wind whooshed by meeting her wistful breath. She always became invisible to the crowd, a talent of a loner.
The girl seemed to be used to her cursed life, numb and impassive. Glossy eyes reaching an emotionless era. Nonetheless, her blood boiled with passion. Someone had to pester her, to awaken her inner soul. A soul, when nurtured, would blaze with the humongous ability it wields.
'Have I achieved my dreams?' she wonders.
Jungkook had asked her to live her dreams. But she was a coward to have not even thought of one. Time changes things, she was stripped of her wings. The dreams of a teenager never followed to adulthood.
Would the situation be different if Jungkook would have stayed back?
Maybe.
But no one knows until the aftermath begins. The consequences nauseated her. Attempts being futile, no end was seen. Maybe this was meant to happen. Maybe this was the end.
But, the question is: was it the end?
Taehyung pulled out a well-tailored maroon suit as he dressed for the evening. He had to discuss the contents of the file with Namjoon. As much as he trusted Santiago, it's better to have his trusted friend proofread the contract. To find the flaws and benefits.
A contract.
The non-living entity, graciously lying on a coffee table, silently waiting for it to be weaved. It had to be settled to verify the truth.
Taehyung was calm because he knew this couldn't be exempted. It had to be done: signing the contract.
"Are you even listening to me, Tae?" questions a voice.
Taehyung hums in response while knotting his tie. His elegant self, reflecting from a mirror, with him deep in thoughts. The voice continued talking which was left unanswered by our protagonist.
"There's an Event at the Cosmos Hotel, tonight." He turns around and picks the phone, this time replying to the caller.
"An Event?" he asks, taking slow steps towards the window as the air succumbs to his presence.
"Uh-huh, what are you wearing?"
"Get to the point, Joon," he huffs, sighing. "A maroon suit."
"That wouldn't do," the caller mutters, testing Taehyung's patience. Before he could reply Namjoon cuts him off. "I'll prepare a suit for you. Let's meet in your office in 30 minutes."
"What's special about this event either way?" Taehyung finally asks.
"You were the one who reserved a seat in the hotel and you don't know? Very inefficient, I must add."
"Bye." The man clad in a maroon suit was ready to cut the call when he heard his cousin.
"A masquerade ball?!"
Jiyeon's clamours were heard in the mansion, her eyes socking out at Jiyoung giving her a custom-made dress for her birthday.
"Happy Birthday, Lil sis."
The pretentious vibes never went unnoticed by Jiyeon. It thrummed, rippling her bones as she kept a happy face. Perhaps, she's changing. A deer never really notices a superior in the hierarchy of the food chain, seamlessly crawling through the woods. Targeted as the prey, their last day faltering towards the unknown, before fading away callously.
"Thanks, I guess." She takes the pack which had the dress inside and slams the door immediately.
Our deer is receptive to her hunter. But the consequences weren't in her control. Jiyoung looked irritated, biting her lips in wrath. She knew, that today would most probably be the only day before her prey is let loose for others to trample upon. Her smirk, the glint in her eyes, the happiness over the future, were all burning from within. At least, that's what she thinks...
Warnings: Brief mentions of a gun, kidnapping and trauma
Rating: PG-16
Word count: 662
It’s a starless night in the city of Seoul. There’s a bottle of liquor beside you. And the sweet, silent company of the Moon. The city is sprawled below your feet. It looks like a plaything like this. Ninety stories above the ground. And to admire its beauty, for once, seems impossible with the ache in your chest.
Your hands tremble on your lap. The phantom weight of your gun still remains. The cold bites at your skin. And for the first time in your life, you think you deserve it. You sniffle, disrupting the solemnity of the night.
You should be celebrating, you think. You have a boyfriend who loves you so much. You are a part of Seoul’s biggest Mafia group. And you have just returned from your first kill after years of being the ‘tech girl’.
“I don’t consider my main profession, performing and singing, as ‘going to work.’ But when I’m doing something else with the camera right in front of me, that feels like 'work.’ Singing and performing for our fans isn’t work— it’s something I really, really want to do.”
Warnings: This is an AU, a world beyond one's reach.
Family drama(?), Yandere! Taehyung falls in love with female OC at first sight but isn't sure if it's love?
Female OC: Jeon Jiyeon
Male lead: Kim Taehyung
Other Characters: Jeon Jungkook, Jeon Jiyoung, Hwang Hyunjae, Kim Namjoon, Santiago Bernardi, Jeon Sayuri, Jeon Jiwook and more? (Will be announced later)
Summary:
She became a poisoned apple, his very own poisoned apple.
A story of a loner who tolerates her covetous family while waiting for her lost brother and an eccentric man who believes to be aromantic.
Undesirable circumstances arise where the duo learn to stay sane under each other's company while trying to figure out the truth to their concocted life...?
A/N: The first part of this chapter is a flashback to the day Jungkook left Jeon Mansion.
Also, the Masquerade Ball is nearing~~
Seventeen-year-old Jiyeon trudged back home after school. Her day happened to be normal, that was until she reached home. She found various suitcases staggered by the entrance. Curiosity buried her as she walked past the main hall.
Listening to the inaudible murmurs, she followed the sound, pacing herself slower than usual. The mansion seemed eerily calm, composed of deafening silence.
Eventually, as her footsteps entered the radius, sparks of adrenaline rushed inside of her. Bursts of conversations bellowing on the other side of the door, Jiyeon listened to them.
"I'm leaving home for a couple of years. I'll try to come back soon." She heard Jungkook say to Mr Jeon, their father.
"What do you mean by that?"
"I need some space. It disgusts me to have to live with you, father," he spat. "And the same goes with your despicable wife. Don't stop me."
Jungkook rushed out of the room and stopped, seeing a bewildered Jiyeon. Meeting his alarmed look, she didn't know what to ask. His gaze sparkling with determination complementing Jiyeon's thoughts. Not wanting to stay in his father's presence, he pulled Jiyeon to the other side of the hallway.
"You are home earlier than usual. How come?" he inquired.
Jiyeon wondered if he had planned to leave without giving her a heads up. The trust she had for him shattered as soon as the question was asked. And it developed chaos in her.
"You're leaving?" she muttered, hesitantly. She was worried that he was leaving because of her. Maybe because of her grumbles and bratty attitude.
"Is my strong sister going to cry?" Jungkook delves as he closed in, towering little Jiyeon. He wiped the unconscious tears that flowed on her puffy cheeks.
"I'm sorry." The girl holds Jungkook's hands and bawls out, more afraid of her favourite brother leaving her.
"What are you sorry for, huh? I'm going abroad for studying. I'll be back in about four years," Jungkook says, reassuring her.
"Studying?" questions Jiyeon, sharing the same eyes, showing relief.
"Yes," he says, nodding, his hands now placed on her shoulders. "Until then, you need to learn well, too. Figure out your dreams and achieve them, okay?"
"You'll be back?"
"Of course. How can I leave my little Jiyeonnie alone?" Listening to his words of assurance, she let go of Jungkook's hand as their promise was sealed.
"I'll study well. You too, do that." Jiyeon hugged her brother one last time, as he patted her head and ruffled her hair.
"I'll see you soon."
The gust surged, nudging Jungkook out of the house, with Jiyeon engrossed in his fading silhouette.
The footsteps receded, having Jiyeon handle her fate in the Jeon Mansion.
Jiyoung scrupulously prepared for tomorrow. She had to fulfil her scheme: Downfall of the youngest daughter of the Jeons. Deadset in destroying her name and virtue, it is all set to end at the Cosmos Hotel.
Jiyeon had fallen asleep soon after she read the card. She locked herself in her room for the whole night, and when she left the house to get some breakfast, her mother made sure she wore the ring. No morning greetings, no birthday wishes.
Jiyeon received a message from Namjoon who had wished her and informed her that he would treat her to some yummy food soon. She smiled at that, there was someone who cared for her. Content with that, she grabbed some breakfast from a Subway nearby.
Sitting on a chair under a Gulmohar tree at a park, she wondered maybe the Jeons' did have little sympathy for their daughter. They had let her work in the Jeon Corp. Maybe they did have their benefits, but at least she could earn and be independent.
The leaves swivelled painfully, submissive to Jiyeon's thoughts. The wind whooshed by meeting her wistful breath. She always became invisible to the crowd, a talent of a loner.
The girl seemed to be used to her cursed life, numb and impassive. Glossy eyes reaching an emotionless era. Nonetheless, her blood boiled with passion. Someone had to pester her, to awaken her inner soul. A soul, when nurtured, would blaze with the humongous ability it wields.
'Have I achieved my dreams?' she wonders.
Jungkook had asked her to live her dreams. But she was a coward to have not even thought of one. Time changes things, she was stripped of her wings. The dreams of a teenager never followed to adulthood.
Would the situation be different if Jungkook would have stayed back?
Maybe.
But no one knows until the aftermath begins. The consequences nauseated her. Attempts being futile, no end was seen. Maybe this was meant to happen. Maybe this was the end.
But, the question is: was it the end?
Taehyung pulled out a well-tailored maroon suit as he dressed for the evening. He had to discuss the contents of the file with Namjoon. As much as he trusted Santiago, it's better to have his trusted friend proofread the contract. To find the flaws and benefits.
A contract.
The non-living entity, graciously lying on a coffee table, silently waiting for it to be weaved. It had to be settled to verify the truth.
Taehyung was calm because he knew this couldn't be exempted. It had to be done: signing the contract.
"Are you even listening to me, Tae?" questions a voice.
Taehyung hums in response while knotting his tie. His elegant self, reflecting from a mirror, with him deep in thoughts. The voice continued talking which was left unanswered by our protagonist.
"There's an Event at the Cosmos Hotel, tonight." He turns around and picks the phone, this time replying to the caller.
"An Event?" he asks, taking slow steps towards the window as the air succumbs to his presence.
"Uh-huh, what are you wearing?"
"Get to the point, Joon," he huffs, sighing. "A maroon suit."
"That wouldn't do," the caller mutters, testing Taehyung's patience. Before he could reply Namjoon cuts him off. "I'll prepare a suit for you. Let's meet in your office in 30 minutes."
"What's special about this event either way?" Taehyung finally asks.
"You were the one who reserved a seat in the hotel and you don't know? Very inefficient, I must add."
"Bye." The man clad in a maroon suit was ready to cut the call when he heard his cousin.
"A masquerade ball?!"
Jiyeon's clamours were heard in the mansion, her eyes socking out at Jiyoung giving her a custom-made dress for her birthday.
"Happy Birthday, Lil sis."
The pretentious vibes never went unnoticed by Jiyeon. It thrummed, rippling her bones as she kept a happy face. Perhaps, she's changing. A deer never really notices a superior in the hierarchy of the food chain, seamlessly crawling through the woods. Targeted as the prey, their last day faltering towards the unknown, before fading away callously.
"Thanks, I guess." She takes the pack which had the dress inside and slams the door immediately.
Our deer is receptive to her hunter. But the consequences weren't in her control. Jiyoung looked irritated, biting her lips in wrath. She knew, that today would most probably be the only day before her prey is let loose for others to trample upon. Her smirk, the glint in her eyes, the happiness over the future, were all burning from within. At least, that's what she thinks...
Warnings: This is an AU, a world beyond one's reach.
Family drama(?), Yandere! Taehyung falls in love with female OC at first sight but isn't sure if it's love?
Female OC: Jeon Jiyeon
Other Characters: Jeon Jungkook, Jeon Jiyoung, Hwang Hyunjae, Kim Namjoon, Santiago Bernardi, Jeon Sayuri, Jeon Jiwook and more? (Will be announced later)
Summary:
She became a poisoned apple, his very own poisoned apple.
A story of a loner who tolerates her covetous family while waiting for her lost brother and an eccentric man who believes to be aromantic.
Undesirable circumstances arise where the duo learn to stay sane under each other's company while trying to figure out the truth to their concocted life...?
"Nothing. Just my cousin," replies Namjoon and shrugs it off.
"I'll leave. I think you should receive the call. I'll message you later, if possible."
With that, Jiyeon leaves the solemn café for Namjoon to attend to his work.
Taehyung rests himself on a couch awaiting a call. Thoughts swirling around, branching and closing in, he seemed a little dull. He reaches for a file that was placed on a small coffee table in front of him.
He randomly turns the pages and lets out a sigh, there was something eerie about it.
The file was placed back on the same spot as before and now he reaches for his phone that was ringing.
On-call
Santiago:
È passato un po' di tempo, Taehyung.
(It's been a while, Taehyung.)
Taehyung:
Esso ha. Come stai, Santiago?
(It has. How have you been, Santiago?)
Santiago:
Veramente? Me lo stai chiedendo?
(Really? You are asking me that?)
Taehyung:
*chuckles*
Santiago:
Ho sentito che hai ricevuto il file.
(I heard you've received the file.)
Taehyung:
*hums*
Io ho.
(I have.)
Santiago:
Cosa ne pensi?
(What do you think?)
Jiyeon walks through the streets of Seoul on a warm sunny morning. She wanted to let go of herself today. To be free and to feel the freedom flowing through her body.
Dancing along with the breeze, she finds herself walking randomly to the music of the populace. She loved being quiet amidst the crowd.
Sauntering through the bustling city of Seoul, Jiyeon enjoyed the immunity. Women and men rushing for work, young lads delighted to meet their friends, it was entertaining. Reminiscing her middle and high school days, the days she did have friends. Now, she was an unchained canine in their eyes. That's a major irony.
Her whole life seemed to be a joke. Parents didn't care about her until she did something that degraded them.
Why not do it? Humiliating her parents. That seemed to be a plan. Once executed, her existence would become more soulful.
But she was too tired at this point to even hold herself, bored to even think of her brother. She tells herself that she doesn't care about anything, anymore.
Her body slightly slams into another figure which brought her down from her thoughts. Silent apologies said Jiyeon realised she was near the airport once again. She wanted to blame herself for not being headstrong.
"Help! A thief!" pedestrian cries and that caught Jiyeon's attention.
Running towards the pregnant woman who had screamed for help, Jiyeon made sure she was alright. Immediately, our troubled girl zooms past people, following the thief.
She found her target at the junction waiting for the signal to go green.
'Looks like he cares for his life. But, wrong decision,' Jiyeon hisses internally.
Taking the red signal and the fact that she knew the location well to her advantage, she took a shortcut that leads to the other side of the junction.
The poor thief who wasn't aware of Jiyeon following him was landed an uppercut on his neck making him crash to the ground. His neck immediately swelled, pain gushing throughout.
It was all thanks to Jungkook for training her back in middle school days. Jiyeon never stopped practicing even after he left because she didn't want to forget.
Jiyeon took the woman's purse into her custody and places one of her legs on the culprit's legs making him whimper in pain. With her chest heaving from the running, she took her phone out and called the nearest police station.
Giving the officer the address, she tied the man up to a pole and left the scene a little later when she heard the sirens.
Jiyeon walked back to the entrance of the Airport where the woman had been, to return the purse only to find a huge crowd. She pushed through the crowd to find the woman lying down on the ground struggling in pain.
"Call an ambulance!" Jiyeon exclaims as one of the passers-by informed her that they called one already.
Astonished, Jiyeon bent down to help her by getting her into a comfortable position, one that wouldn't strain the body and especially the baby inside the woman. Another person handed her a bottle of water, instantly unscrewing the cap and made the pregnant woman drink.
"Please, stay with me. The baby will be alright," Jiyeon mutters softly to calm the agitated woman.
"Breathe," she continues. "Everything's fine."
Soon, the ambulance arrived and also, the woman's husband came running in frantically. The man kept thanking Jiyeon for saving their baby.
"Take care of your baby well. Shower them with love," Jiyeon stresses, as she smiles and walks away.
Love meant so much to her. People are always craving for something they don't have.
Was it greedy to ask for love?
The Jeon Manor was in the shadows of anger after Jiyoung found her sister's engagement ring abandoned in a room. Poor Jiyeon was already labelled a married woman, somebody who had to flaunt off the engagement.
Jiyeon, supposedly bounded by a ring escaped, was the first thought that entered her mother's mind. The woman didn't give a damn, she was fuming because according to her, Jiyeon was making an effort in building herself, attempting to live. Mrs Jeon didn't want the artificial chains to disappear. A sadist, she was, for wanting eternal power and rights over Jiyeon, obsessed with keeping the free soul in control like she always did.
What made Mrs Jeon hate her blood? Why was she captivated to harass her daughter?
That was her nature. Maybe she chose favourites over time. Maybe she loves Jiyoung. Maybe she loves Jungkook. But, Jeon Jiyeon wasn't loved. And this became the Universal Rule at the Jeon Mansion.
The unsettled ambience of the mansion seemed to be intensifying over time as the youngest daughter of the Jeon Family made her way home.
Each second felt slowly paced as Jiyeon's footsteps slowly rang Mrs Jeon's ears. Without a second thought, the older woman briskly walked to the entrance of the mansion.
A showdown? No.
A tired Jiyeon was received with a vigorous slap on the face continued with humiliation.
"How dare you throw your engagement ring away?"
Jiyeon sneers, which only brought the worst out of her mother.
"Disgraceful wench," Mrs Jeon mutters which was heard to Jiyeon.
Trying to save the last bit of self-respect that she had, she turned around to go to her room. Stopping her, Mrs Jeon harshly pulls her by her hand as Jiyeon struggles under her hold as the ring was placed, unrequited.
"Mom, don't upset the birthday girl," the newly arrived Jiyoung says as he releases her mother's hold on Jiyeon and helps her.
Jiyeon was surprised to see her sister helping her but there were times where she showed her fake sympathy and this was one of them.
Without giving much thought, Jiyeon was ready to leave as her sister calls, "Wait up! Let's celebrate your birthday tomorrow, here," she says and passes over a card to her.
Taking the card, Jiyeon silently walks away trying to avoid unnecessary conversation with anyone.
Today was an exhausting day for her. Though it wasn't sunset yet, she was tired. She's neither had breakfast nor lunch and yet no one cares. How much thought had she given over her situation that she doesn't even know why everyone hates her. She used to internally yell at herself, to ask someone in the family as to why they hate her, but she couldn't. As much as she wanted to know the truth, she was afraid. Afraid that she would become transparent. Afraid that she would become lonely and stray. That being said, she tried to forget and blend with the others, maybe even try to comprehend them, but that led her to nowhere. There was only endless suffering that followed. Without having a source to express her hate. It all became a poisonous froth that was floating within, destructing herself.
The ones that cared, are extinct from her life. No one knows of this poor soul, her cries for help unheard. She was sailing on a log, her journey unending. What was to become of this girl, her life being a mirage?
She was now crying to herself, mixed emotions flaring through her soul. Rubbing her eyes, she reads the content of the card that Jiyoung gave her.
"Come to the Cosmos Hotel, tomorrow at 7:00 pm. I've got a gift for you:)"
Summary: Losing a child is supposed to be painful. Like he’s been gutted alive. But he doesn’t hurt as much as he should. Atleast not for the same reason. He wonders if he’s heartless. But how can he be when his heart weeps for you?
Warnings: Angst, hurt/ comfort , mentions of miscarriage, the miscarriage is sort of the central part of the fic
♧She became a poisoned apple, his very own poisoned apple.♧
A story of a loner who tolerates her covetous family while waiting for her lost brother and an eccentric man who believes to be aromantic.
Undesirable circumstances arise where the duo learn to stay sane under each other's company while trying to figure out the truth to their concocted life...?
A/N: Just to let you know, the 15 chapters mentioned in the masterlist isn't them all (yeeee, I'm very excited!)
I've written 15 chapters uptill now! And there are many, many more to go! So, hang in!
The café owner who was making some tea immediately turned around to the voice.
"My Yeontan," he smiles, his eyes showing immense affection to the young girl, "Looks like it's already the time of the month for you to talk to me."
Yeontan came to be Jiyeon's special nickname since his cousin's dog has a similar name, that he wouldn't reveal. Jiyeon seats herself in front of the slab, opposite to which Namjoon stands.
Jiyeon was a loner and a dendrophile. Being alone was the best thing that could ever happen to her. Yet, her innermost desires never seemed to leave her alone. She was afraid of being avoided. Although it seemed transparent, it couldn't be changed. Joon became a parental figure in her life and brought her up after Jungkook left.
"It isn't a joke, Joon. The so-called 'therapy session' with you is the only thing that keeps me going."
"My baby is getting more trouble thrown her way, huh?"
"Looks like it," she sighs.
"What's wrong?" Namjoon asks her as he nudges forward a bottle of cold coffee.
Jiyeon takes a sip as she refreshes her dry throat giving away the main information.
"I'm getting married."
"That's gre-" Namjoon remarks before the whole sentence actual rang his ear.
"Sure, it's great stuff. Yeah."
"Jiyeon..." Namjoon calls her with a little sympathy hidden in his tone but never made it clear.
"I've been used to this Joon. Don't bother. It's just another game for me to participate in."
"Ji-"
Before Namjoon could answer a guest enters the café as Jiyeon exits to the washroom.
"Hey Joon. It's been a while," says the customer who happens to be familiar with the owner.
"Back in town after exactly twelve months and two days," says Namjoon to the customer who's covered in an elegant brown.
"You haven't changed at all," replies the man as he continues, "but who was that girl though? A one night stand or a date?"
"Asks the person who's never dated a girl since the last s-"
"Hey, stop it. You don't need to rub the facts on me," he says as Namjoon lets out a chuckle and passes a glass of tea to the man. "Also, please don't keep count of those. Gosh, you need to continue business-"
"Joon! Where's the towel?!" Jiyeon's voice echoed in the empty café which startled the two men.
"The second self to the right of the sink!" Namjoon yells back to receive a small 'Got it' in reply.
The man who seemed acquainted with Namjoon looks at him curiously. He wanted answers. Namjoon did date many women but he'd never really brought them to his café.
"What?" Namjoon questions passively.
"I don't know. Aren't you the one who's supposed to tell me? Spill the tea, cousin."
"That girl inside Taehyung, is my Yeontan," says Namjoon who feels entertained at his cousin's expression, "You aren't the only one having someone named Yeontan."
"Namjoon, Yeontan is my dog for god's sake and that's a girl!" says Taehyung a little frustrated pointing at the door that leads to the washroom.
"That's not my fault they have similar names," Namjoon shrugs.
Taehyung immediately gives up and decides to stay back and see the girl for himself. To know is one thing but Namjoon being his cousin only heightened his interest.
"Now, now, Taehyung, the CEO of Kim Corp shouldn't be lurking around at a random café, should he? The tea you just drank is my gift and you may give up waiting for the girl. It's time for you to leave."
With that said, Namjoon drags his cousin to the opening of the café and bids him goodbye.
"The two of you seem close," Jiyeon tells as she walks out of the washroom with a towel around her shoulders.
Namjoon who heard it replied, "My cousin."
"The one with the dog named Yeontan?"
"Yup."
The girl was about to burst out to the elder friend before she abruptly stops.
"Ah, he looks familiar to me though."
"He does?" Namjoon inquisitively questions her and continues, "He's got a unique look, you can't be mistaken, can you?"
Jiyeon gives a blank look to her friend, one that he knows very well. She was thinking, trying to figure out why he looked familiar.
The little brain of hers wouldn't let her be comfortable until she figures where she's seen the man.
"Oh!" she suddenly yells, with recollection as the man jogged her memory. "The Airport. I met him at the airport yesterday."
'Coincidence?' he thinks.
"He did land in Seoul yesterday, so that's a possibility. But, Jiyeon, airport-?"
"I did tell you that I'd visit the airport from time to time to gain any hope for myself," she mumbles fiddling her empty teacup on the table.
"It's your brother, isn't it? Whom you are waiting for?" Namjoon delves, trying to share some comfort with her.
Jiyeon stayed tight-lipped. She deemed herself to be a complex woman, the one impossible to understand. Susceptible to difficulties, she tried to build a shield. A canopy that protects her.
She didn't know if she had the power to let Namjoon in, to boost her for even her closest blood seemed to be far away. There was always a gap and she avoided proximity for others to reach her gate of trust.
Jiyeon stares at the empty cup contemplating her existence. Fighting the building disruption, she hums in agreement, "I was."
Namjoon never believed that a person can be left to handle so many issues, making them question their principles, to lead a perfectly crafted life. He wondered if he was lucky to have been living in serenity, one without a massive battle. That was until he met Jiyeon. His views gradually changed and he was determined to help Jiyeon. Though he never learned the extremes of her identity, he wanted to support and make her believe the world wasn't that bad, that there are people she can trust, who aid and comfort. There's nothing wrong with seeking love.
Love's what makes us breathe: Nature and all.
Life isn't about difficulties at all. It's all a facade of lies. Namjoon wouldn't blame Jiyeon for he knew survival was her first principle. Anything new thrown her way, she builds herself to never face the same struggle again. Finding solutions had become easy over time. But maybe, along the way Jiyeon had learned to embrace herself. Her tears evolved transparently.
Namjoon's phone chimes as a message was delivered to him, followed by a call. The call wasn't received but Joon immediately checked the message.
Out for Twelve Months and two days: Meet me at the Cosmos Hotel tomorrow. At the same time our last meet.
