hello! i really love your stories and i was wondering when are you going to start posting again? 👉👈
Hello, love—thank you! ♡
I admit that I'm being idle as of late (lmao) and I believe I'm going to start posting soon. I won't deny the lack of motivation to write, 'cause sometimes it just doesn't come to me..
But there's a request sitting in my inbox and I'm actually quite glad that someone did :'D
I'm writing it down right now and for sure it'll come by! Thanks, dear—and be safe from the plague 😥🤗
yoooo imprint is so good it totally made me cry n im a bad bitch who never cries ya feel?? 😭 u have a way with words, thank you so much for sharing your writing❣️
I try to make my angsts heavyㅡam glad it worked out fine lmao. Thanks for reading it, anon! ♡
A/N: This was a request given to me months ago. Man, I'm sorry for posting this so damn late but here it is!
Summary: In which Jungkook reminisces about the days he had with his beloved human.
It's raining again.
Jungkook takes note of this little detail as his finger follows a trail of raindrop against the fogging surface of the window. His eyes are anything but empty, but they do reflect a twinge of melancholy and unease.
The stormy grey sky flashes white, and he flinches ever so slightly at the crackling sound of thunder that succeeded right after it. His heart paced inside his chest, reminding him of the terrifying life he had before this one.
Back then, he was always so alone—left to fend for himself as he scurried around the dark streets preying around for scraps of food. He had to run all over cities and get trampled on by those who wished to capture him.
“Kookie,” his ears are sharp enough to hear the gentle whisper of his name—if it's even considered a whisper.
It could not even be a mutter.
Heck, normal humans won't even be able to hear it at all.
But he did.
Maybe that's because he's part human and part dog—a hybrid, a beloved hybrid under the care of his beloved human owner.
Standing up from the rather comfortable couch beside the fairly large window, he walks towards the dreadfully white bed, his tail not doing its usual wagging motion. His ears, instead of being up and quirky, are left flopping over his hair.
He situates himself beside the bed.
Beside his human.
Beside you.
“[Y/n]..” he mumbles, looking over your pale form with his glistening eyes.
If only you could look at him right now and comfort him like you used to, he would be alright.
“.. Wake up?”
You were only sleeping—you were dreaming.
You aren't dead, no, you were only put to sleep.
But he doesn't want that, he wanted you awake, he needed you awake so you can hold him through this storm.
But you didn't wake up.
Your eyes remained shut, concealed to the beautiful world you helped him see and helped him accept.
It was you who did everything for him to overlook the negativity, but to focus solely on the upside in this dark world.
You're his light—his comfort, his haven.
But now, you're fading away into the clutches of the same darkness he was once held into, and he can't do anything about it.
He can't pull you back, he can't.
He would if he could.
“..”
Jungkook whimpers yet again, his ears drooping even more if that's possible, as he buries his face upon the soft pillow near your face. He can still smell the faint scent of [fav/flower] off your soft tresses of [c].
He could almost feel your arms encasing around him like you did when you found him in the same stormy night, he could almost hear your gentle voice calling him out as you relieved him of his worries and nightmares.
But that's the thing.
Almost.
It's far from being real.
When had everything spiralled down into a flurry of misfortune and melancholy? When had the euphoria dissipated in a series of grief?
Simple,
Right from the very beginning.
Jungkook refused to accept the truth of it all when he came to know about your condition roughly a few months after you found him.
How can he?
He just found a home—a family.
And now he's just going to accept the fact that she's dying because of an illness she's been battling all her life?
It's too bad—too evil, he thought once to himself.
Surely no one would put him through misery, then bring him bliss, only to push him back in an abyss of sadness, right?
No one would do that... right?
Wrong.
The world has always been cruel, it always has been and it will stay that way as long as it exists.
Jeon Jungkook knew that all when he was just a small pup. A literal, small pup, wobbling on his four legs, howling out for his long lost mother. He had been separated from his family when it was storming, and while being chased by humans bearing nets to catch them, he had slipped into a bridge of some sort and fell into the water.
He was lucky, at the very least, that he didn't drown.
The only downside to not drowning is that he was isolated from his mother, he was all alone in a place he is not aware of. He didn't know how far the current took him to, but seeing as he was suddenly in a place without buildings but the presence of nature—he figured he was taken very far away from where he originated.
He didn't even know that he was a hybrid at that time, but he was aware of a strange surging feeling in his tiny body, wanting to be released or something. Like it was some sort of power, but that was ludicrous because in his belief, shifting from a puppy into a human being—or being a hybrid, in general, is nothing but absurd.
Due to the rural area, he couldn't find any proper source of food. He was away from the city, directionless, and didn't even know if there's any source of civilization near the route he's taking.
It was still storming, too, so his fur was all matted with mud, dirt, and water. Everything was sticking so close to his skin that he shivered as he trudged along the rocky terrain.
He kept going on for days and nights, and the rain never stopped.
A few times, large moving objects with two lights on either side passed by him, some of them almost running over him in the process. Amid his fatigue and airy state of mind, the loud honk and the insanely blinding light was the only thing that reminded him that he was still living.
In his surprise, he rushed on all four legs to—to somewhere.
He didn't know where, but somewhere.
But he was only a little pup, a tiny little animal that couldn't even shift for the life of him. So, on a particular night, he finally collapsed under a tree, unable to go on any further.
He hasn't eaten in days, weeks even, and the only source of water he relied on was the continuous pouring of the heavy rain. The crackling sound of thunder accompanied him in his moments of isolation, he almost thought it was mocking him for being alone.
And he couldn't take it anymore.
He couldn't.
But just when he was finally about to drift off into the darkness he was held into, he felt.. warm.
Tiredly reopening his eyes, a faint, shaky whimper left his lips as he stared up at whatever caused him this sudden blanket of warmth.
And behold a human being!
It wasn't an adult, not like those humans who chased him as if he's prey. No, this one is younger, smaller, and much kinder—at least he hoped.
“Poor puppy,”
A girl?
The pup stiffened as warm hands wrapped around his small frame, and even though he was exhausted, he tried his best to wiggle around in hopes of being put down.
Child or not, she was still human!
And humans have never been kind to him even if he was part-human!
“Shh, shh, don't worry,” she whispers tenderly, her other hand rubbing his head so gently as if she's afraid he'll break apart.
“I'll take care of you, come on.” picking him up completely, she manages to let him take comfort in her warm arms -thanks to her raincoat- as she stands up with a kind smile.
His doe, black eyes stared against her hues of soft [c].
He can almost feel the gentle aura she's giving off, he can practically see the way the light around her hinders any form of darkness that seemed to approach.
After assuring that she has a good grip and that the puppy won't fall from her arms, the unnamed child, no older than nine, looks up at the grey firmament from underneath the willow tree.
“Aw, it's raining pretty harder than before,”
It was a good thing for her to bring along her frilly [c] umbrella even if it was only a rain shower earlier, one could not predict the weather these days.
“Hold on, puppy,” she whispers and glances at the pup, only to find out that it's already fast asleep.
Smiling, she takes out her umbrella and opens it up, happy that it would be easier to rush now that the cutie in her arms is sleeping.
When he regained his consciousness, the first thing he noticed is the comforting atmosphere he's in.
Standing on his legs, he stretches and registers the soft mound of material underneath him. Looking down, he nuzzles against the soft pillow, contented with how he woke up.
He honestly couldn't believe that someone—a human, nonetheless, would do this for him.
“You're awake!”
Startled, the little puppy falls from the mass of soft pillows and onto the floor, which was very low from where he was situated upon mere seconds ago.
“Silly, you fell off the bed.” he processes the words in his twitching ears, his eyes peering upwards to realize that he was on a bed before.
“But at least you can eat now,”
His head whips to the source of the voice quickly as soon as he heard food, and to his excitement, behold! A cute red dog bowl filled with, of course, food! Real food! Not the ones that are scrapped and came from the trash, not the ones that are stale and disgusting.
His tail automatically wags in delight as the bowl is placed in front of him, and he wasted no time to dig his snout in to scarf the contents down.
The still-unnamed human sits on her heels, elbows propped on her knees as she watched him fill himself up with the much-needed nourishment, his tail swaying in the process.
It's been so long ever since he had eaten something proper, let alone a complete meal.
He even rotated himself so he could lick off the excess bits in the bowl, which resulted in a soft laugh from the girl in front of him.
“You still hungry?”
He sits back on his legs, tail wagging ever so lightly in a way to communicate with her.
“Good thing, you need to be reaaaally healthy, after all!” with that, she picks up the bowl and continues to stroll away, leaving the little pup all to himself.
Eager and patiently waiting for his refill of basically anything, he takes the time to fall back onto the carpeted floor.
Ah, so soft...
Just by merely observing his surroundings, he can tell that he's in the girl's bedroom. It's fairly large for someone so young, and everything's almost a shade of complementary [c] and [2/c].
It looked nice.
“I'm back~” his thoughts ripped away in that instant, Jungkook looks back towards the approaching girl who placed the bowl back in front of him.
Unlike before, the contents in it spilt a bit, some of it scattering all over the pretty [c] carpet and even his rough fur.
He sniffs the odd white liquid.
What could this be?
“It's milk, puppy, don't worry—it tastes really good!” she relays, and the pup takes a tentative lick of the so-called 'milk' and oh, was it delicious.
Reluctance out of the way, he buries his entire snout into the milk and starts lapping as fast as he could, keen to take in the rich-tasting liquid he's yet to properly recognize.
When he's done, he sits back and stares back at the girl, who smiles at him in what seems to be woe.
“Are you full, puppy? That's great,” she sets the bowl aside and sits in front of him, her [c] eyes shining brightly. “I'm [Y/n], and since you don't have a collar..” his ears drooped down at the thought of being a stray.
The singular thought of having no collar at all reminded him of the truth that he's all alone in a world without his mother, without his siblings, who were probably in despair without him as well.
They were all so happy, after all.
He was the youngest pup and he had found out that the entire family could shift, but he was the only not unable to yet.
Shifting in the middle of being chased by animal control would technically be suicide because the topic of hybrids roaming around and coexisting with humans is taboo to the government.
They'll just be thrown in jail and be experimented on, which is far worse than living in the streets.
“You prolly don't have a name yet so... huh, how about Jungkook?”
His flattened ears perk back up in recognition.
Jungkook.
He likes the ring of it.
Eyes glimmering in awe, he happily barks at his new name.
A name, he has a name, now!
“Perfect! I'll call you Kookie for short,” he rushed to rub his snout affectionally against her hands, showing her just how grateful he was that she took care of him splendidly.
It appears to be a silent, onesided conversation, when in fact it is not.
He can understand what she's saying, it's just sad that she can't understand him at all.
[Y/n]. The girl who saved him from a literal end.
It was that rainy night did Jungkook finally found solace and comfort in the presence of a human who showered him with love and care every single day.
The hours that passed by that day were very eventful, to say the least. He found out more about her through further exploration of the house and her self-explanatory wordings at some point.
Even if she's a small child at the age of eight, she's living alone outside the city which, in her words, is far from the danger her parents once told her about. At one time, he agreed with her -not like she knows it- because the danger is in the city, but he can't exactly say that there's no root of danger outside.
And she's living alone!
She walked the rocky road of the area hours ago at night time without a care in the world, a frilly umbrella in her clasp as she stumbled upon his exhausted form.
It's clear that she has no adult supervision whatsoever judging by the way she acted, and he realized that he awakened in the early morning—the proof of this being the clock that read three am.
She's staying up late waiting for him to wake up so she can give him proper food.
He didn't know that such acts of compassion could exist.
More or less to a stray animal—but he's not exactly an animal now, is he?
Denying his real form would be disgracing what and who he is in the first place. He's a hybrid, a combination of animal and human.
Ah!
And speaking of the matter, he's fueled so well by now to the point wherein he feels he can do anything. There's a surge of—well, not power in particular, but there is something, flowing within his veins and it wants to be released.
He didn't know if this is the urge to shift into a human boy since he's not educated well in the process of transformation, but he figured that it's that.
As three am eventually passed into four, the little girl finally felt sleep beginning to eat away her consciousness, so with a gentle pat to his head, she retires to her large bed.
It would be a lie to say that sleep doesn't look so inviting, not when he had just been stuffed with the meal he's been waiting for so long.
So after minutes of struggling to claw the mattress to settle on the side next to his newfound friend, he finally made it up the bed and dove underneath the blankets, making sure to stay as close to her as possible as he let sleep overtake his being.
That was the start of something so wonderful.
Days were spent with nothing but playful banter, and he finally felt what it's like to go chase and tag someone around. Even if he's apparently, still stuck at his small puppy form.
All mornings are spent like this, either he wakes her up first by nudging her side or her waking him up by poking his sides. They'd eat breakfast together and then they'd play out in the field until the crack of dusk, only stopping to eat and rest before playing out in the open again.
It was until one late afternoon did Jungkook found out how she managed on her own.
[Y/n] was taking a nap at that time when someone came into the house, and of course, as a puppy that's now very protective, he barked with all his might. It was a man in black and white, with a handkerchief neatly designed in his chest pocket as he carried a couple of stuff with hands.
He barely paid the pup any mind as he laid the bags onto the counter along with what seems to be a journal or a book, then he left.
When [Y/n] came to be, she found everything that she was supplied with every month, and a look of forlorn came across her once mirthful features.
It turns out that her parents are working abroad for the entire time, making money to pay for her living expenses. She's assigned both a butler and a maid that goes to the house thrice every month to make sure she's doing well.
And that's that.
Eventually, days flew to weeks, to months, and to an exact year later—when everything changed.
It had been the normal, typical day where he plays chase with the sweet little girl when she suddenly called out for his name in fright.
He's a long-distance from her in the fields, but he heard her cry of fear and sudden silence very well thanks to his enhanced hearing.
[Y/n]?
His thoughts blurted in anxiousness as he pushed his four legs to run faster, and as he ascended over the lump of land he saw her last, the heavy feeling in his little heart grew even heavier.
!!
There, he saw her, face-first on the ground, writhing and heaving massive breaths as if she's having extreme difficulty.
Barking, Jungkook skids over to where she is situated and immediately becomes alarmed at the sight of red splotches against the faint green grass.
“K-Kookie,” she whispers hoarsely as she looks at him, eyes bloodshot from coughing so much.
Jungkook whimpers in response as he watched her fall to her side, still breathing heavily as she tried to get a grasp of her consciousness.
Unable to do anything, he began barking as loud as he could. Luckily, without even having to wait for something, it's as if someone answered his desperate cries.
For a car not too far in the horizon came into view, eventually stopping to the front of the house, and out came a maid.
He stiffens.
Today's the day someone checks up on her!
He wasted no time to run down the fields and under the fences, barking as he approached the shellshocked maid who looked down at him in confusion.
“What is it?” the woman questions, her young face crinkling in confusion.
Jungkook kept barking, trying to get her to notice how desperate and anxious he's sounding as of the moment.
But when she didn't understand, he finally bit the hem of her long uniform and started tugging her to the fields impatiently.
Hurry!
He shouts inside his head, tearfully thanking whoever listened to him when the maid began to get the gist of what he's doing.
He made sure to guide her to his fallen friend as quick and as clear as possible, even barking as a way for him to scream 'hurry up'.
When the maid stumbled over the fallen body of little [Y/n], she gasps in horror and scooped her up in her arms, glancing at the puppy who barked at her again before racing back towards the car.
The woman opens the door to the passenger seat and lets him hop inside before gently placing the fragile body of the girl inside and racing towards the driver's seat.
As she busied herself with her seatbelt and starting the car, Jungkook starts whimpering at the back, faint whining leaving his throat as he laid against [Y/n]'s stomach, his teary eyes ever once leaving her face.
He stared at the dried blood against the corners of her pale cheeks, and he fussed over the sudden, horrific situation.
Was she so sick to the point where she coughs up blood?
But she's been so healthy!
All she eats are leafy greens and fruits! She's a nutritious individual who spent mornings out in the sun, making sure to get lots of vitamins provided by—
He froze.
Yes.. [Y/n] has been eating vegetables and fruits, she also ate meat on several occasions, but the most prominent one she's been intaking ever since he met her are those strange little things that are various in colour.
They come along in tiny white containers with prescriptions all over it, words he cannot fathom, and numbers and all instructions he doesn't get.
She's taking medicine.
But for what?
His questions were answered the second little [Y/n] was rushed to the Emergency Room, and he had to be cradled by the kind maid who thanked him for leading her to the young mistress.
Fortunately, the woman has a habit of speaking to herself, so as she fussed over several possibilities as to how the child's health could've spiralled down so abruptly, Jungkook was there to listen and be aware of his friend's entire background.
[Y/n] [L/n] is suffering from a disease called tuberculosis and has long been given medications to help aid her health or to even minimize the risk of endangering her life.
She's a girl with a weak immune system and has been diagnosed with repetitive chronic bronchitis back when she was four, effectively damaging her lungs severely and paving way for the bacteria to spread and eventually activate.
Jungkook didn't understand it at first for all the terms the doctors gave the maid are extremely complex, but he did comprehend and speculate that whatever she's going through right now—it's putting her life in the line.
The maid called the parents, and they talked about moving back into the city so that more can watch over her the route to the hospital would be a quick ten to half an hour drive instead of a full-blown hour and a half.
He's positive with this turning point.
When [Y/n] woke up, he skidded right past the legs of nurses who struggled to rush out the room to alert the doctor in charge. He jumps onto a nearby chair and the bed, where he started barking in both worry and relief.
“Jungkook!” she smiles, the colour in her face back in its usual colour.
Satisfied and believing that she's fine as of the moment, he proceeded to snake closer to her side, letting her know how worried he was over the entire situation.
Giggling, she embraces him gently, like she first did so when he slept by her side on that rainy night.
Everything would be alright.
He's sure of it as she's brought back into the bustling city life in Busan, the place where he originated from.
There was already a place for them in the city, which didn't phase him at all by then considering he just realized how rich her family was.
It's good to think that even with the riches surrounding her, she wasn't spoiled at all, in fact, although alone and having no real company other than him, she started sharing her blessings and riches to both butlers and maids alike in the large house she has for herself.
She's a kind soul, a kind soul that's slowly being deprived of life.
He didn't understand why someone so fortunate is unfortunate at the same time.
But he didn't care, at least not on the fortune side.
All he cares for now is the truth that she's hanging by a thread.
Jungkook stuck close to her ever since, making sure he can see her within his peripheral and giving her privacy when needed. He has to make sure that she doesn't succumb into the clutches of her disease, even if maids and butlers are roaming the place, it's his topmost priority to keep track of her safety.
Time passed by again, and she's now eleven years of age.
He can tell that he's at least the same age as she is, judging by how his capacity to think and comprehend complex things has increased evidently. Though it's not much, he can understand better now.
Similarly, [Y/n] has left homeschooling to attend a school like any other kids her age is doing—which means she's gone for most hours of the day, and he's left to do whatever he wants.
It's boring having to wait all the time, but it's exciting when she steps foot back in the large house.
Ah, and how can I forget?
This time is also the time wherein he has learned to do the most crucial thing a hybrid can do;
Shifting.
It happened at a much-needed time.
Butlers are out shopping for groceries and maids are busy attending to other matters addressed to them by the parents through the mail, and some are off-duty as of the moment.
It was three in the afternoon, and Jungkook is lazying around the living room after his well-deserved nap when the front door opened to reveal a stumbling and hacking [Y/n]. Her school uniform has tiny spots and flecks of red as she coughed into her fist, her other hand frantically searching the bag that dangled off her shoulders.
Not again!
He cries in his head, quickly rushing to her aid when she let her body drop to the nearby sofa. He helps in rummaging through the contents of her bag in hopes of finding the medication, luckily, she did—and she took it out, shaking hands struggling to open the container.
Cough!
Crash!
“Ah—” [Y/n] wheezes as the container falls to the floor, the medicine spilling all over the carpet.
She reaches down to take it, when her vision suddenly crossed, blurring her sight and paving way for the dizziness to surge in her head.
“Ugh..” she groans, holding her head and coughing at the same time.
Jungkook stiffens in his place as he watched in horror, unable to do anything yet again.
[Y/n]!
She's too dizzy, too lightheaded.
He whimpers and takes a glance at the spilt medication before racing towards the kitchen.
Water first, he has to get her a glass of water.
Picking the medicine up would be easy.
Seconds later, he rushes into the hallway that leads to the kitchen, his legs racing and pushing to go faster.
But how will he be able to get water?
He turns to a corner, and the door to the kitchen is seen.
He may be able to get in the kitchen, but how will he even manage to retrieve a glass?
Please...
Jungkook bursts in the kitchen, his feet immediately leading him to the cupboard where glasses are stored.
He reaches to open it, his hand—
Wait, his hand!?
Gasping, eleven-year-old Jungkook freezes momentarily, his wide eyes scanning his little but much bigger.. paw? No, hand!
He's—he's shifted into a human!
In automatic response, he feels something wagging behind, and he looks back to see his tail still there—and he suddenly realizes that he's in fact, a hybrid.
He had forgotten all about it!
But now's not the time to stand around.
Rushing, he swiftly takes a glass out of the cupboard and skids to the water dispenser. After filling it up with enough water, he runs back to the living room where he can still hear laboured breathing.
“[Y/n]!” his voice caught him by surprise, all because he's been accustomed to barking.
He kneels and takes a spare medicine from within the fallen container and inches closer to the girl whose eyes are becoming duller by the second.
“Here, quickly!” he eggs her on.
You didn't understand how things worked back then.
Who was this boy?
Where was Jungkook?
But he's technically saving your life, so even if you're feeling so nauseous, you took the medicine you dreaded so much and plopped it in your mouth.
The boy nears the glass of water to your lips and you're grateful by how he helped you tip the glass so you can drink in ease.
It took a few minutes for the drug to kick in, but the boy waited along patiently in concern.
When you can speak clearly and the feeling of queasiness has gone away, you stared at the boy in front of you.
He can't be older than eleven, that makes him the age as you!
“T-thank you, but...”
Your question is cut off when you spotted the dog ears and the tail that's.. glued behind him.
Putting two and two together, you were able to come up with a decent realization.
“Y-y-you're a—!”
Hybrid.
You dove back onto the couch, fear and awe and admiration soaring in your [c] eyes as you stared at the now familiar looking guy in front of you.
You wouldn't miss the way those doe eyes looked at you in concern.
He stayed silent, probably soaking in how real everything is by now.
He kept looking at his hands too, he even tugged at his dog ears!
“Jungkook??” you stammered, and he instantly snaps his gaze at you.
“H-hi, [Y/n],” he tried using his voice, and to his shock, unlike the usual barks, the words he wanted to convey directed their way out of him.
He emphasizes his disbelief by slamming both of his hands on his mouth, eyes eerily wide and ears sticking up.
Still not over the ordeal at hand, you observed in mild interest and even scepticism at how your supposed puppy is fretting over the entirety of his being.
“I—I shifted... !” the child laughed, the tail behind him starting to wag.
He looked at you, and you stiffened again, “[Y-Y/n], I shifted!” and as he continued to be excited at how he transformed from puppy to half-human-half-puppy, you busied yourself with freaking out and squealing at t the same time.
“And you're a hybrid!” you exclaimed in glee and wonder, your hands darting out immediately to gently touch his ears.
He paid no mind to this, in fact, he leaned into your touch with a bright grin on his face.
“Ahh, thank you very much for helping me earlier, Jungkook,” you said as you got comfortable on the couch, bewildered at how you think you're so... okay about the prevailing circumstance.
The hybrid jumps a little at your statement, “Yeah, of course! It's the least I could do, hm!” his cute bunny-like teeth are seen, opposing how he's truly half-puppy and not half-rabbit.
You leaned back, humming in question,
“Least you could do?”
Once more, Jungkook nods and he chuckles at how your eyes followed the way his ears bobbed and flopped onto his soft hair.
“Yup, you saved me years ago, didn't you?”
A faint glow of white pops in—a memory, faded into your eyes, reminding you of that rainy night where you rescued an exhausted, stranded puppy in the middle of nowhere.
You were reminded of how you nurtured the small puppy and fed it with well-needed meals, and you were reminded of how you took care of him to the best of your abilities.
“I didn't know how to shift back then, so I stayed as a puppy. I don't know how I did it now, but I'm glad I did!” his orbs twinkled, “I'm not returning the favour. I'm willing to show you the same care as you did for me!” he childishly opened his arms in emphasis, the sweet bunny grin still on his face.
You blinked,
once,
and twice.
And smiled.
Needless to say, Jungkook kept his promise that day.
Finding him a place and letting others know of his true existence wasn't too hard, much to your befuddlement. It seems that as some point, some of the maids and butlers alike have encountered a good-natured hybrid in their life, while others merely accepted them in the society.
It brought a root of comfort from Jungkook, who then felt no need to shift back in his puppy form—which still baffled you.
You didn't know that hybrids could shift to their alter esse, but I guess there's more to them than what meets the eye, after all.
After debating whether to tell your parents or not, you caved in after reminiscing about the days Jungkook was practically there to save you from your end.
He's the reason why you're still living right now.
And again, much to your surprise, they were more than alright to let him live under the same roof. They both strongly believe that he works best as a guardian of some sort—they even allowed him to go to the same school as you!
So starting from then on, he accompanied you to the school you're attending as a transferee who always dons a cap in which he stuffs his ears upwards to hide them away.
You asked him countless times to find a better solution if it's way too uncomfortable, but he reasoned that it felt rather nice. His tail is not hard to hide, it just really stays inside the back of his pants without any trouble.
Your bond after that only deepened more, you two were even inseparable in school! You were open to making more friends, but Jungkook made it a habit to growl at anyone who even comes too close for comfort.
It didn't help that his canines stayed intact, so he tends to show it off to those who are courageous enough to touch a fraction of your skin.
You all were mere children, however, so it's a given that everyone will try to come close to befriend each other—but your classmates avoided you because you have a literal growling Jungkook beside you 24/7.
You didn't care, you had him, anyways!
When you first attended highschool, literal drama and puberty started topping off the charts. It was sometime around eighth grade when Jungkook learned to trust humans other than you, thus gaining more friends and being open like you wanted him to be.
It didn't mean that he didn't stick by your side, though, because he did.
One time in eleventh grade, a boy whose name I'll shorten to J.M, asked you out to prom—let's say that Jungkook was pulling you away already before you even got to reply.
Much to his misfortune, J.M still took you for a dance at prom night, an event Jungkook couldn't go to because a hat and a tux don't go well together.
He's forced to watch a live feed from one of your friends as he situated himself on the mansion's couch, his ears flat on his head and a scowl appearing to be permanently plastered on his face.
When you arrived at midnight, he bustled off the furniture and bounded over to you with a bright grin. He pushed through your bubble and hugged your waist as tight as he could, ruffling your [c] cocktail dress as his tail wagged back and forth.
It kept on being like that even until college, where you took a major for [dream job] and he followed in your footsteps.
Literally.
In those years, you have not once seen your parents.
It took a toll on you one college night when you broke down because of stress and the fact that you're dying—and that you know that your time is very limited. You thought of your life that very night as you sobbed into the sheets of your bed, wondering why your parents never visited.
Jungkook wasn't there for he's staying in a different room in a different building in the university dorm, but it seems as if he has a sixth sense, for when you opened the door after hearing several soft knocks, he stood there with a concerned frown.
He took note of your bloodshot eyes and messy desk into recognition and wasn't slow to fit the pieces together, his ears sagging at the sight.
“Why are you here?” you whispered in the dead of night as he pushed you back into your room and gently shut the door behind him, “Something was off, and I'm right.” was his only response as he held your shoulders down, making you sit down on your bed.
When you made a move to stand back up, he holds you down again.
Seeing that he's not taking no for an answer, you begrudgingly laid down on the bed, watching as he approached your messy desk.
The wooden table contained an open lampshade, scatters of essays that had wet blotches that undoubtedly came from your tears, multiple books stacked upon one another, and a laptop that displays an opened, to-be-edited document.
He shakes his head in disapproval at this after realizing that it's two in the morning. He turns off the lampshade and starts arranging the items neatly.
The sharp flutter of sheets echoed in the adequately sized room and from that sound alone, he knew you were deciding to trudge towards him and prevent him from keeping everything away.
“What are you doing?” you hissed as you swung your legs over the bed, “I'm going to study!” when you were about to stand up, Jungkook was already in front of you, pushing you back down as he did earlier.
“Jungkook!” you whispered harshly.
He snorted and wrapped you in your sheets before laying to your side, his strong arms overlapping your cocoon of a body.
“You already studied enough, leave it be and sleep.” he mumbled, his eyes closed as he said this.
You whined and swayed back and forth, making an effort to get out of the layers concealing you from the neck to your feet. “I got a test tomorrow, let me study—” his body vibrated, indicating a laugh of some sort leaving him. “I know, I have one too. We're classmates,” he replied.
Another grunt left you, “Then we should—”
“[Y/n],”
You froze at his serious voice emanating from your side.
It's rare to hear him talk so seriously after he grew out of growling at random people back at grade school. He's been a very uplifting spirit that didn't show an ounce of blue.
“You've been crying as of late,” murmured the hybrid.
Damn it.
He knows how to shut you up real good.
“Why?” he lifted his face to peer at you through locks of black hair.
You didn't look back at him, though—he's surprisingly good at staring people in the eyes and deriving their current emotion and motive through it. It must be because of his enhanced sixth sense, or maybe he's just good at reading you.
Or maybe you were simply extremely easy to read.
“[Y/n]?”
You didn't miss the sudden envelope of warmth coursing through the thin sheets of the makeshift cocoon, and you knew it was his hand gently entwining with yours.
It's a natural phenomenon for such a feat to occur considering how close the two of you are.
You sighed, “I'm fine, Kook,” his hand tightens its grip and you finally meet his eyes, “Believe me.” you said.
He furrows his eyebrows, the lightest act of concern whiplashing you with shock. He's not this insistent in knowing something.
“I don't,” he replied.
Pursing your lips together at his objection, you turned your head away, feeling defeated at the moment, but he only peeks over your line of sight.
“You'll sleep first, but you admit what's going on first thing tomorrow.” he subtly demands, the crease on his forehead still present.
Unable to disagree and unable to hide the dissatisfaction that he knows it when you lie, you mumbled a silent 'okay'.
This singular act of obedience brought a timid smile across his lips, and he plopped down on the space beside you with a contented hum.
Somehow, this wave of warmth combined with his presence soothed your nerves. Jungkook always has this aura of comfort and safety wherever he goes, and you were adamant in being near it all the time.
It could be because he had saved you innumerable times and you've grown used to him being by your side.
Whatever the reason was, you were grateful, nevertheless.
So that supposedly lonely night, you spent it with the hybrid who shared a shred of your heart and soul, drifting away in a euphoric, tender infused sleep that took away all sorts of darkness that lingered in your chest.
That time appeared to have a drastic effect on your relationship with Jungkook—in a good way, of course. It's a clear case that you two became even more inseparable if that's possible. Ever since then, he made it a routine to come knocking at your door whenever his senses tingled like crazy, and his hunches are right most of the time.
Jungkook's never wrong when it comes to reading you.
He knew you as if you were an open book to him—or so he assumes.
That tiny belief that he knew you so well, came crashing down one day when you suddenly didn't return home from your workplace.
He waited.
He didn't sleep.
He didn't care when your maids and butlers assured him that you'd be fine, that you're safe and sound.
Didn't care when they offered to give you a call, for he didn't want to hear your voice through a damned speaker from a device but face-to-face.
So he waited.
Until you came barging in the front doors, wobbling in your steps.
He got to you first before any of your maids did.
He wasn't even that near from you when his nose crinkled at the whiff of something... very unlike you. His tail had frozen stiff behind him in anxiousness as he slid to you with open arms, just the right time for him to catch your falling body.
He sniffed your hair, and he grimaced.
You smelled of alcohol.
“This is what you call 'busy'?” he asked with an undertone of hurt as he carried you to your room, dismissing the worried glances from the maids and butlers alike as he placed you on your bed.
“Going to a damned bar and drinking tons of alcohol? What's with you, [Y/n]?” he didn't sugarcoat his wordings as he scolded you.
You felt like a child, which you practically were in the moment for the large intake of alcohol made you act like you're eight.
“N~nothin'~”
Jungkook presses the space between his eyebrows in what can be assumed as exasperation, a guttural sound leaving him.
“[Y/n], you're not acting like yourself ever since you took that one week vacation,” he mentions, and in your euphoric state, you merely bobbed your head in reply. “Why aren't you saying anything?” Jungkook whispered, “Don't you know how worried I was? What if you suddenly got an attack and you didn't have your medication? What if—” he started listing off all the possible dangers you could've done by drinking alone, and somehow, you managed to understand every single thing.
“—I'm fine though, aren't I?” came your snappy remark, the liquor in your head blurring all sorts of conscious moral.
Jungkook reared back from the bed in apprehension, his raised ears twitching by the sudden tone of snarkiness.
You're never like this.
“W...” he trailed away in his sentence, unable to complete it.
You rolled your eyes, “I'm perfectly fine! I've only drunk a couple of glasses and I have my medication. I'm still in one piece.” you scoffed as you said this.
Jungkook clenched his fist against the mattress of your bed and gritted his teeth, his sharp canines appearing,
“I don't care if you're fine, I don't care if you only drank a few, I don't care if you had your medication and I don't care if you're still in one piece—I care about how much you're draining your life! Your health is not fine and that's what I'm worried about!” he bellowed, his voice dripping with the lightest tint of animosity.
His blazing black eyes locked with yours in a staredown, sparks of confidence and pride sizzling off the invisible chain linking his annoyance to you own.
Why was he even fighting with you when you're not well enough to assess the situation?
It hadn't been the first time for a fight to ensue between the two of you about your health, but this is the first time he felt so... so enraged.
It's like you don't care about how limited your time in this world is and he's beyond the word of hurt and unacceptance because of it.
“Well don't worry because you'll have noooothing to worry about soon enough,”
His thoughts were cut off almost instantly upon hearing this.
His ears fell flat against the sides of his head and his tail went limp, he is incapable of stopping the furious beating of his heart and how his senses started fluctuating like crazy.
Something's not right.
You looked sullen.
“What... do you mean?” he tried to let out the words as quickly as he could so he'd not choke on it later on, but something inside him wished desperately that he didn't ask about it in the first place.
Your once blazing eyes of [c] morphs into a dull shade of [c], ridden of its life and twinkle as you stared at the frozen hybrid.
“I only have a year left.”
Slowly, as if he's in a movie of some sort, the world froze.
The gears in his head turned and turned until they locked in place, perfectly registering those few devastating words that were strong enough to crash into his sense of distress.
He noticed that you drew your stare away from his own, and he speculated that you didn't want to see his reaction.
Heck, he didn't even want to see how he reacts.
“What?” was the only thing he could utter.
You didn't reply.
Of course.
What would you answer to that?
In a split second, every source of infuriation in his body dropped like a measly coin, and he felt the familiar surge of desolation overpower everything else.
“B-but,” his voice cracked and you swore a piece of your heart broke along with it, “That's too little time...!” you still didn't look his way.
The absence of your [c] eyes against his own triggered the desperation within, and he cried out in anguish as he rushed forward to tackle you to the bed, not even bothering to shift to his other form at the moment.
“Oof!” a pained gasp left you as his leaner body slammed roughly on top of your own, his arms swiftly encircling your waist just as your back lands back on the bed, your drunken stupor shook out in the process.
He practically buried his head on your chest in an immaculate manner, it was a thing he always kind of did when he's in his dog form -though he's not, presently speaking-.
His body quaked above you as restless sobs began erupting from his throat, you can even feel his tears soaking your front.
“N-no, I'm sorry—I'm sorry I was mad, p-please don't play around like this. It's not funny, [Y/n]!” Jungkook whimpered in despair, his cries doubling in intensity when you sheltered your arms around him in a protective way—almost as if you're shielding him from the sad fact.
You honestly didn't know what to cry about.
The fact that you have a year left to live, or the reality that Jungkook is in denial and stubbornly believes that you're merely bluffing.
“I-I don't like this game, please stop it, I don't want this.” he continued to whimper, sniffing now and then as he made no move to shield his crying. “I'm not playing around, Jungkook.” the whisper left your lips before you could even sugarcoat it, ending the phantasm the hybrid had put himself into.
The outcome is rapid and he snapped his head towards you, his tear-filled eyes already red and leaking. The crease in his eyebrows is apparent as he bared his teeth in a threatening manner.
He rose from his position and placed his hands on the bed, right beside both sides of your head, perfectly towering over you.
One of his tears dropped on your cheek.
“You're lying—you're lying!!”
His outburst made you shrink underneath him, but you made sure to retain the eye contact he daringly started. He made no move to hide the fangs that were seen as he growled from above you.
“Don't be mad over something you know would happen soon, Jungkook, it's useless.” you bluntly stated, the memory of the doctor relaying the news to you making its way inside your head, causing a stream of upcoming tears to line in your eyes.
Both your sentence and the sight of your tears struck Jungkook like lightning, his gaze softening and his fangs shortening back to its normal size.
It appeared as if he finally calmed down, at least enough to talk properly.
“I-...” he panted, the tears resuming to fall against your cheeks.
He hiccuped as you pulled him down, your arms covering him in a way to console him of his worries and fears. It always made him calm, but now, that effect turned for the worst, and he only seemed to cry even more.
“That can't be..” he sobbed, “No, [Y/n], no...” it wasn't even an understatement that your top is soaked by now.
You sighed, your throat hurt from gulping the painful lump down in order not to break down in front of him, as well.
All roots from your drunken state were now gone.
“It's still a year away, Kook, don't worry—I'm still here,”
That pacified him down in the slightest.
His sobs slowly silenced itself into hiccups and sniffles, and he didn't remove his arms from you. By now the two of you had turned to your sides, still staring at the other as you stroke his ears gently.
His eyes were so red.
“Don't cry anymore, Kook. You need to be happy,”
But how?
He wanted to ask.
How can he be happy when the person who loved and cared for him so much will be gone in a year?
He refrained from saying it out loud, of course, because he's afraid he'll start crying all over again—and you made an effort to stop him just earlier, he didn't want to put you through such difficulty.
Not when you're in the last phases of your life.
Just thinking of it like that made him stiff, but fortunately, you were there to hug and comfort him.
And you never let go, not even when he fell asleep, drained from crying so much. He hoped that it would always be like that, that you'd always be there to hug him whenever he feels so lost.
You were that angel he's read from a book—you could even be that so-called prince charming, but at the same time, you were a princess. A deity, a goddess, even!
You were that good character who's so nice but dies early in the series he's watched with you on Netflix, you were simply that light.
And to Jungkook's dismay, you couldn't last long.
The first month after he became aware of the news, he kept a very close eye on you such that he actually visited your workplace from time to time. Your coworkers and boss didn't mind—he's a sweet individual, after all.
Plus, it's cute to see someone following you behind like a lost puppy.
Ah, if only they knew.
Jungkook waited for you until you get out of work and made it a routine to be the one to drive you home, practically taking the place of your driver and guardian. Sometimes, if you're working late, he gives your boss an earful, much to your embarrassment.
Fortunately, the former deemed him as a cute boyfriend trying to coax him into getting you out of work early, which happens all the time.
It kept on being like this until around the fourth month, where you suddenly fainted in the middle of work with a pool of blood surrounding your work desk. Your coworkers literally flew in panic as they fussed to inform your boss, the ambulance, and call the one listed in your emergency contacts list altogether.
Jungkook, who was napping at that time in the mansion, had been shaken awake by the same maid he barked at decades ago.
She was then carrying a phone with a look of dread all over her face.
As he hastened to take the respective accessories to conceal his twitchy ears, he was more than thankful to find out that the driver was already there.
He also reached the hospital in less than ten minutes, thanks to the car speeding over red lights.
You were rushed to the Emergency Room, apparently, so he had to wait outside. His knee kept bouncing in anticipation as he eyed multiple doctors and nurses walk back and forth in the room. Whenever he asked them about your condition, their answers are diverse and unspecific, which drove him wild.
He waited for two more hours until you were moved into a more private room where he can finally see you without any trouble.
Doctors weren't able to explain your predicament explicitly, only relaying details such as damaged lungs and that's it.
After tearfully accepting the obscure yet devastating news, he went to your side, sobbing as he did so three months ago.
Only this time, you weren't awake.
And how can he forget?
It's as if the weather is on par with his emotions.
It's raining again, after all.
Jungkook takes note of this little detail as his finger follows a trail of raindrop against the fogging surface of the window. His eyes are anything but empty, but they do reflect a twinge of melancholy and unease.
The stormy grey sky flashes white, and he flinches ever so slightly at the crackling sound of thunder that succeeded right after it. His heart paced inside his chest, reminding him of the terrifying life he had before this one.
Back then, he was always so alone—left to fend for himself as he scurried around the dark streets preying around for scraps of food. He had to run all over cities and get trampled on by those who wished to capture him.
“Kookie,” his ears are sharp enough to hear the gentle whisper of his name—if it's even considered a whisper.
It could not even be a mutter.
Heck, normal humans won't even be able to hear it at all.
But he did.
Maybe that's because he's part human and part dog—a hybrid, a beloved hybrid under the care of his beloved human owner.
Standing up from the rather comfortable couch beside the fairly large window, he walks towards the dreadfully white bed in haste, his tail not doing its usual wagging motion. His ears, instead of being up and quirky, are left flopping over his hair, long out of the beanie that concealed it.
He situates himself beside the bed.
Beside his human.
Beside you.
“[Y/n]..” he mumbles, looking over your pale form with his glistening eyes.
If only you could look at him right now and comfort him like you used to, he would be alright.
“.. Wake up?”
You were only sleeping—you were dreaming.
You aren't dead, no, you were only put to sleep so you wouldn't feel the throbbing pain in your lungs.
But he doesn't want that, he wanted you awake, he needed you awake so you can hold him through this storm.
But you didn't wake up.
Your eyes remained shut, concealed to the beautiful world you helped him see and helped him accept.
It was you who did everything for him to overlook the negativity, but to focus solely on the upside in this dark world.
You're his light—his comfort, his haven.
But now, you're fading away into the clutches of the same darkness he was once held into, and he can't do anything about it.
He can't pull you back, he can't.
He would if he could.
“..”
Jungkook whimpers yet again, his ears drooping even more if that's possible, as he buries his face upon the soft pillow near your face. He can still smell the faint scent of [fav/flower] off your soft tresses of [c].
He could almost feel your arms encasing around him like you did when you found him in the same stormy night, he could almost hear your gentle voice calling him out as you relieved him of his worries and nightmares.
But that's the thing.
Almost.
It's far from being real.
When had everything spiralled down into a flurry of misfortune and melancholy? When had the euphoria dissipated in a series of grief?
Simple,
Right from the very beginning.
Jungkook refused to accept the truth of it all when he came to know about your condition roughly a few months after you found him.
How can he?
He just found a home—a family.
And now he's just going to accept the fact that she's dying because of an illness she's been battling all her life?
It's too bad—too evil, he thought once to himself.
Surely no one would put him through misery, then bring him bliss, only to push him back in an abyss of sadness, right?
No one would do that... right?
Wrong.
The world has always been cruel, it always has been and it will stay that way as long as it exists.
He now has learned to accept that although there are good things in the world, they are only ephemeral—they're nothing but mere, fleeting dreams.
They serve as short-lived euphoria for pathetic beings like him who are brought in the world to be crestfallen for the remaining of their existence.
It's unfair, it's very unfair.
But what can he do?
This is not like those fairytales that he read where he can plead to a diety, consult a witch for a potion, or even switch places with you! If it is, then he would've done so years ago.
He'd do anything to ensure you a safe and happy life, but nothing ever goes his way, right? Nothing.
Jungkook takes a seat next to your bed and fishes out your hand from under the thin white blanket. He grasps it as tight as he could, hoping that you'd be able to feel the warmth he's so urgently wanting you to feel. Then he leans down, presses his forehead to it, and prays to whoever is listening for you to wake up.
He's waiting for so long, when will you finally open your eyes to look at him?
When will you finally be okay?
Never.
But then—that small flicker of hope made itself known.
“J.. Jungkook?”
Even for just a fraction of time.
The hybrid gasps, his ears perking and his tail stiffening as he snaps his head to shift his view to you.
His dull eyes met [c] hues, and he completely breaks down that instant.
“[Y-Y/N]!” he cries, standing up from the seat so he can loom over and capture you in a tight hug. You cough lightly underneath him but made a move to return the hug even if it proved to be difficult.
His sobs rebounded back and forth, erupting continuously from his throat as he soaked your hospital gown with his endless tears.
“You're okay... you're okay,” he keeps mumbling, his face buried in your hair at that moment.
You giggle—or at least you tried to, for all that came out of you are hoarse chaffing. “Of course I'm okay, I wouldn't leave you too soon. It hasn't even been a year,” your reply had done two consecutive effects on him; he's relieved that you're still fine, and he's wrecked upon remembering that you only had months yet to live.
After a couple more minutes of hugging each other to death, which may or may not be exaggerated, he finally departs from your arms, which took a lot of struggle.
“Y-you mean you won't stay confined here?” Jungkook manages to question in the middle of sniffing, his tail cutely wagging behind in light bliss at the news you brought. Apparently, you've told your doctor before that if you ever were brought to the hospital due to severe condition, you'd only take the necessary steps to regain back your temporary good health before going home.
Your reason was that you didn't want to remain restricted in a single space for the remaining months, and although it's true, your main reason was that you'd rather spend it with Jungkook.
“Yes, I won't be staying here for the rest of my days,” you clarified with a tiny smile, your fingers -that you just noticed are gripped by his own- enclasping around his own with the same amount of strength.
An indication that you're still okay, and that you're still there.
Before Jungkook can voice out his relief and excitement, however, the door to your hospital room opens, and your doctor comes in holding a bunch of papers and a clipboard.
As if knowing you're awake by then, she smiles, “I've already filled out the sheets that will discharge you by tomorrow, so for now, you should just rest.” she informs, nodding towards Jungkook who meekly bowed in return.
The reality of the latter being a hybrid didn't faze the medical practitioner at the slightest—probably because she has a hybrid as a friend too, and respected them all equally.
“Thank you,” you smile gratefully as she sets down a couple of new medications, undoubtedly dosed higher and stronger than the previous versions. “It's not a problem at all,” she says as she checked the labels, “Jungkook will be with you the entire time, I'd have nothing to worry about.” her sentence brings a timid laugh to escape the man in question, his eyes twinkling slightly in the process.
After rechecking her papers and confirming your vitals, the doctor gently pats your shoulder before leaving the room.
“I'll take care of you, [Y/n], I promise.” his voice rebounds back into your ears just as the woman left. You drift your eyes back to him, the smile never leaving your face for a second.
With a hand adoringly caressing his still quivering hand, you chuckle,
“I know you will.”
And so, you were brought back to the mansion.
Maids and butlers alike, though reluctant of your departure from the hospital, are more than ecstatic to see your mirthful face bounding all over the enormous abode. Your presence remained constant to the point wherein everyone adores you.
You weren't the snobby, rich lil' girl who feeds off the money her parents send from abroad. You weren't the rags to riches type of girl, but you were the one who remained with the riches and used it to benefit the others.
Jungkook, who experienced your hospitality firsthand, willingly told new servants of his story and your encounter in the rain.
His stories made you look like an angel, and though you deny it -much to the others' displeasure-, he keeps telling you otherwise.
“You're a literal angel, [Y/n],” Jungkook hums as he snuggled close to your chest one lazy afternoon, and you laugh, “Not quite, but I'll let you be.” he smiles at your reply.
He's been expecting another drastic occurrence as of late, but so far nothing is happening and he couldn't be any more grateful.
It finally seemed as if the granules of time halted momentarily to give him the proper closure, to prepare him for the worst to come before it finally resumes again like endless falling sand.
And, albeit difficult, Jungkook finally learned to accept that you'll have to go soon—without him.
It's useless to dwell over the impending death when he could just accept it and cherish the time left with you, after all, and he's happy with what he'd done.
He's planned all the perfect stuff to keep you happy until the end of the year, too, thanks to his early acceptance.
During the sixth month, the two of you left Seoul to take an entire month vacation in Italy, where there's a built house prepared for your arrival. It's one of your parents' vacation homes, and since they're currently somewhere in Switzerland, the place is free except for the caretakers.
That whole month was spent very nicely.
Mornings are started with breakfast in bed, afternoons are versed with tours and sightseeing activities, and evenings are spent with eating pasta and throwing meatballs.
Hybrids, however, are not exactly welcomed in Italy -at least a part of the country- so Jungkook had to hide his ears and tails for the month.
Amusingly, you had to conjure a whole story when a man tries to flirt with you and Jungkook comes growling like a predator. His canines even appeared one time, effectively scaring a poor, sweet man away. You remembered the day you watched a curl in his hair bounce as he ran.
“What an odd feature,” you mumbled, and Jungkook snorted. “He's no good for you, that's all I'm saying.” he didn't mind the hit on his arm as he pulled you away to a restaurant.
The seventh month, right after you stepped inside the mansion, confetti and all sorts of party paraphernalia blew up from each corner of the place and soon enough, you were covered of it.
There's a goofy smile in your face and the maids and butlers were more than happy to see you like that. They've grown to love you, after all, so celebrating your arrival was mandatory among them.
With a sweet [f/f] cake to share with everyone paired with a whole lot of souvenirs bought from Italy handed to them, you retreated to your room, the fatigue finally making itself known.
“Young mistress is so nice,” a maid, Yereuna, says adoringly.
She was the same maid who Jungkook approached all those years ago.
“Her short life surely is devastating news..” Yeom, the maid's little brother, speaks up quietly in return.
The atmosphere turned quite gloomy after that, and Jungkook was well knowledgeable of the eyes staring through his back as he silently ate his portion of the cake.
Everyone's aware of the close relationship you have with the dog hybrid, and empathizing with him is all the comfort they can do.
A butler then quietly scolds Yeom for being too open with his words, the others shooting a sad look towards the hybrid who placed the plate in the sink before jumping up the steps to the second floor.
“It's okay,” he whispers to Yeom as he passes him by, much to the surprise of everyone present in the room.
The same day after that, Jungkook leapt at your bed with a doubtful look present in his face. He thought he accepted it all along, and he did, but he felt like breaking just hearing someone bring up your short life.
So who can he retreat to?
You.
And again, you showered him with all sorts of cuddles you can muster in the early morning.
You didn't want him to have such a bland start of the day.
The following months eventually passed by like a blur, majority of the days were spent in carnivals and movies and everything—you had to thank Jungkook countless of times for it, too.
You felt nice, it felt nice.
It felt like you had no time limit, it felt like you were free from the grounds of the disease holding you down.
But that's quite the problem as well, isn't it?
It only felt like so. It was no reality, but you were mirthful to have experienced it anyway.
You made sure to bring it up to your beloved hybrid at the night of the last day of the eleventh month when he had simply taken you out for a ride back to the place where everything began.
The both of you were laying down on the roof of your old, cosy abode, your arms settled under the back of your heads to serve as a cushion against the hard material under you.
It was a starry night, there were no clouds, but the presence of the stars was there and it was beyond heavenly to look at. All that's missing was the famed Aurora Borealis, though it's not like you can see that from Korea.
Jungkook tore his gaze away from the stars to you.
And you appeared as if you were glowing—as if you were a star this time around, and soon, you'll have your spot in the same sky he was looking at just a second ago.
“What for?” he questioned, never tearing his stare away from you.
You smiled, and he can't help but frown a little.
All you've done the entire life was smile, smile, and smile.
It somehow made him feel weak and inferior, because while he's there making every situation as negative as it could be, you were there making him see the positive side of things.
“For everything!” your smile brightened, and he started having second thoughts, “You arranged all those stuff for me to enjoy and I did. I felt like I was free, unburdened from the weight holding me down..”
Maybe he was meant to feel inferior when he's around you because your purpose was to lift him, willingly, might I add. You are his foundation, and without you, he can never be where he is now.
Perhaps it was meant to be like that.
If he wasn't so vulnerable due to his hybrid DNA, and if he hadn't run away from the city that day, he wouldn't have met you.
Oh, you—sweet, little you.
“Kookie?” the usage of his nickname whisked him away from his trip down to memory lane. He blinks, seeing that he had stared at you for way too long.
“Is there something wrong?” you whispered, the same wave of concern and worry he had seen all over the years wafting its way back to your eyes.
Yes, everything's wrong.
Was what he wanted to say, but he didn't.
Instead, he opted to shake his head and return your smile.
“No, I'm just thinking of stuff... there's nothing to worry about,” his sentence was incomplete, his courage unable to rekindle amid the night. Thankfully, as keen as you were, you understood what he was trying to say.
You sat upright and laced your hand with his, his breath hitching in his throat at the small but meaningful action.
Your form looked very ethereal that very moment, given that he's seeing a glow all around you.
“You'll do perfectly fine, Jungkook. Just remember, as cheesy as it sounds,” you leaned forward and tapped the part of his chest where his heart is located, “I'm always right there.” his ears twitched.
At those words, a laugh bubbled from his throat and a sincere smile finally made its way to his face, his hold on your hand tightening.
You never failed to cease his worries.
It was a trait of yours that Jungkook cherished so much.
It was astonishing that you were able to retain such a kind and humble personality even when life threw all sorts of difficulty in your life, even going as far to take you away so quickly.
You reached out a helping hand to everyone who needs it, and you were barely angry, but it doesn't mean that you don't know when to be serious when needed, because you do.
You were mature—and quite innocent at the same time, and Jungkook wanted it to stay that way. And stayed it did.
The innocent shine in your eyes never faded, but it did turn dull over time. Your power to cease a person's anxiety only grew, to the point that no one cried so much when they saw you laying on your death bed.
You never went to the hospital, you stayed at home as promised, wishing every single maid and servant the best of luck as you bestowed to them everything you could equally.
You were always so kind.
And the first and last being to be on the receiving end of that compassion is none other than Jungkook.
“I'll miss you,” he whispers against your neck, having nuzzled in it minutes ago.
His tail that usually wagged up and about remained limp behind him, an indicator of the sadness brewing in the depths of his already hollow chest.
You caress his hair, your cold fingers ghosting over folded, quivering ears. A whimper gently escapes him as he trembled ever so slightly under your cold hand.
“I'll miss you too, Jungkook.” your voice was so hoarse from all the coughing you've gone through earlier, dried blood was still present on the corners of your lips as well, a factor that proved your suffering.
The farewell is bittersweet.
The chapter that follows after the farewell, however, will be blissful—you have planned it yourself.
“Don't forget me when you've transferred over to Seokjin's care, alright?” it was a playful demand, one that he understood very well.
Seokjin was one of your older friends [one that Jungkook tolerates] but boy did he care for you as much as he'd care for a sister. He's well versed in the medical field for both humans and animals, so he's the one you often visit when Jungkook's caught the nasty flu or is under the heat cycle again.
It also wasn't a secret that he takes care of hybrids in his large place somewhere far from authorities. It's similar to a shelter, only that he treats the hybrids as if they're family.
Similar to how you treat him.
“How could I ever forget you?” Jungkook asks, tears lightly brimming his eyes as he felt your chest rise up and down in a peculiar pattern.
You were having trouble breathing now and that only meant one thing.
“Heh..”
A sharp intake of air is heard.
“I know you won't,” you say breathlessly, the world around you fading in and out accompanied with your hearing beginning to silence itself.
Jungkook takes notice of this, and he finally lets a singular tear fall from his eye. His lips tremble as he rises, his eyes embedding the last image of you looking at him directly before your [c] orbs will never be seen again.
You smile, and he returns it just as well.
“I love you,” he whispers.
I love you, too.
You weren't able to say it, but he was able to decipher it through your stare and your bright smile.
He was keeping you up for too long, he knows it by how your eyelids start to lower itself but you struggled to keep them up.
So he chuckles.
It might seem like a placid one, but if you ever heard him clearly, you'll console him as to how broken it sounds like.
“Sleep tight, [Y/n].”
A tear innocently trails down your cheek, and it was his breaking point, but still, he smiled.
His floppy ears, although quite complicated, perked up and his tail starts wagging to show you that he's okay.
Because he really is.
He's accepted this, and he's fine.
It'll be painful, but he'll be alright.
Jungkook leans down and kisses the lone tear away, his last words amazingly being heard by you,
“When you wake up, I'll be there,” he says, and with that, your eyes finally slid to shut and your grip on his hand loosened.
Jungkook rests his head on your chest, weeping quietly at how it didn't respond through the beating of your heart.
Sub / Other Title : Dreams, Dance, and Wedding Rings
Bestfriends au
Non idol au
Words : 12k
A/N : I am SO sorry for the lack of updates! ;_; This one is longer than what I usually write, so I hope this makes up for my absence? Have a shit ton of angst, luv.
Ps. By far the longest I’ve written?
Summary : The two of you were at a rocky path, it's just not how it used to be--as best friends, not when he completely misunderstood you. Not when all you did was to keep him away from pain. You'd do anything to keep your best friend happy, even going as far as to let go of your only wish for his sake.
Sub - plot : You love ‘him’, you really did. So when ‘he’ left, you can’t help but question yourself; “what if I told him?”
Your Last Dream, My Last Dance | ft. Jungkook
The sweet sound of bells was present in that dreamy landscape, just as he himself imagined. But there was no one there atop that lone beautiful cliff with an outstanding view of the setting sun, only him, and his wife to be.
The black haired man smiles sweetly, the orange rays delicately picturing his sculptured face as his arms round the waist of the girl in front of him.
She looks beautiful in white.
The wind suddenly picks up around them, and it only increased her beauty as he held her hands in his own. As the magical sounds of the bells died down, he slips a pretty, gold ring on her finger. Smiling widely as he laughs, and scoops her up for a kiss that ended all worries, and all heartaches.
He doesn’t want to wake up, but he does.
Jungkook awakens from his sleep due to the ringing of his phone, his form held upright as he looked around for the device. It took him off guard a second later, however, when he feels a cold sensation slipping down his cheeks.
He reaches for his phone whilst swiping off .. a tear, from just under his eyes.
Why is he crying?
Shakily pressing the answer button, he nears it to his ear. About to demand why he was awakened at an ungodly hour in the early morning when the caller beats him to it.
It takes him a minute or two, but when the words finally processed in his mind, he breaks down and drops the phone.
You are Park Jimin's best friend, although many thought you two were a couple, you were not. You were his friend and he was yours, there's a fine line dividing your hearts and you two preferred it that way. You'd do anything for him, especially when his happiness is at stake. And of course it's not only him, it's also for his wife-to-be, Seolhyun.
You knew each other ever since you were both children, your parents are awfully close that your mothers even had you sleep next to each other when you were babies. There's a photo in the album that proves it. Each photo probably shows that wherever you are, Jimin is there, and wherever he is, you're there. You are technically each other's half.
You were with him and he was with you through running around playgrounds in kinder, through roleplaying in gradeschool, through puberty in highschool and to that stressful part in college that leads on to your jobs. You've known him for more than a decade.
Many assumed that since you two have been together for so long than your exes and his, it would've been impossible not to have catch up on some feelings with one another. But no matter how much they tried to push one onto the other, it just doesn't work.
You tried working it out in a date, but that ended pretty amusing. Because at the end of the day, you two came to a conclusion that it just won't work out--that you're better off as besties.
No one complained, and thus the start of your life adventures with your best friend.
That was until the two of you left the province to go to the heart of the South; Seoul, where he stumbled -literally- on a fine girl named Seolhyun. You remember standing by the side flashing him kissy faces when he kept apologizing with a red face, and stammered a whole lot before going back at your side. You figured he really liked her, so you took the initiative to get her number with your winks that practically screamed 'I'll-help-you-get-the-dude'. Which, is not quite needed since Jimin obviously has the hots for her too.
The adventures you've had with Jimin ended slowly ever since the appearance of the beautiful, kind hearted Seolhyun who trusted the two of you and is fine whenever you two get a bit touchy, not too much, but subtle. She knew you two were friends and that's that, but of course, a girlfriend's gotta be jealous sometimes.
So there came the first argument.
You were just sitting on one of your chairs in front of the canvas, a brush in your hand with the bristles coated in a leafy green colour. Jimin came barging in at four in the afternoon looking so drained and somewhat guilty. He clasped his hand around your wrist, taking you by surprise.
"Jimin?" you voiced out that day, "What are you doing here? I thought you were on a date with Seo?" he flinched the second he heard her nickname. The two of you had been close, being girls and all, and somehow.. She managed to get so jealous.. To the fact that she assumed something so wrong and taboo.
"I was," Jimin mumbled, not once letting go of your wrist, but tightening it in lieu of dropping it down. "But you came up in the subject." he finished. You were much too bright to quickly pick up that the topic about you was not entirely on a positive note, but a negative one.
You chuckled, "Ah, did she spoke of our sleepover? I told her not to te--"
"You need to stay away from us." The words he said processed slowly in your brain, your smile ever so slowly giving way for a frown.
"W.. What?"
He sighed.
"We can't hang out that much anymore. I.. I have Seolhyun, now."
You dropped the brush in shock and disappointment. Did she doubted you and your sincere feelings for Jimin as a friend? Did she not.. Trust you and him? Or was this just what she really wanted?
"Yes, you have her, so what? That doesn't mean I have to stay away from my best friend, now, right?" came your strained reply.
The ethereal looking man sighed, his fingers running across his hair in exasperation.
You were always so stubborn, you wouldn't back down.
"She thinks we're having an affair behind her back, [Y/n]. I can't let her think like that." he said in defeat, an utterly lost look in his eyes. Minutes ago, he's in a conflict because he didn't know whether to go by his lover's wish or keep the friendship he had for more than two decades.
It was her or you.
"But we're not!" you exclaimed, splattering the rest of the paint accidentally on the ground due to your unexpected outburst. "How can she think like that? She knows you're loyal to her and her alone! Why is--"
"Shut up! Don't speak to her that way because she has the right to think like so! She's my lover and you're my best friend! A girl, [Y/n]. It's obvious she'd be thinking that we have something going on, and I can't let that happen." You fell silent as you watched Jimin pace around the room in a worried manner.
Constant murmurs leaving his lips.
"And I can't let the love of my life go.." he whispered.
You felt bad.
You had no idea Jimin felt like this all along. He must've been torn in decisions, you knew he thinks of your well being as much as he thinks of hers, and to decide between a lover he wants for the rest of his life and a friend he's supposed to keep in touch with.. Is difficult.
So perhaps.. Maybe this time, you could help him, even if it hurts you.
Jimin is a part of your life ever since you were born, and as you know, you were his half. His platonic half, you two had a friendship unbreakable. For him to suddenly just say that you should.. Keep your distance, even with all the plausible reasons he has up in his sleeve.. Is just terrible.
But for him, you could do it.
".. Okay,"
He looked up at you with wide, beady eyes that glossed over with a sanctum of tears. He couldn't believe his ears when you agreed to his words, and somehow can't help but feel anguish at the sight of you looking so defeated.
"Y-you.." he stammered.
And to confirm his statements, you gave him a strained smile.
"I'll uh, keep my distance. I just hope that what I'm about to do will at least help you make amends with her, again.."
You were an angel brought to this world and Jimin knows it, you were so kind--too kind. He knows that maybe at some point, he's using this to his advantage, but he can't help it. When Seolhyun appeared, it seemed as if she had been the centre of his universe. With his best friend retaining the position of being the millions of stars that depicted his everyday with you.
With a mixed cry and laugh, he hugged you tightly. Repeating his thank you's all over again before parting and scurrying away with a wave of your hand.
Leaving you with an unsure heart of despair and longing.
The weeks that followed afterwards is complicated, difficult. You were so spent away, the brushes that flew over the canvas are too dull. The paintings are too simple, so bland. Your mind isn’t working properly and for some reason, everything is so grey and black and white.
You were used to your best friend’s presence.
To have him like, away for more than ten feet as much as crazy as it sounds, is rather depressing.
You were huffing as you entered an art shop, you were a usual there so you knew where is what. Taking a basket, you subconsciously trudged through the aisles and greeted whenever an employee you know greets you.
You took more brushes, more paint, and pencils and sketchpads. One can never get too much pencils when it comes to art.
You weren’t looking in front of you as you made your way towards the cashier, yawning to yourself as you began imagining what you might paint later.
Or maybe you could just go to the park--
Completely taken off guard, a body slams into you quite literally, something landing on your foot so badly that it caused you to grasp onto your basket for dear life as you stumbled backwards. Luckily enough that you didn’t fall, but half your side did hurt like hell. And your [c] Timbs are now dirty!
“Oh, oh crap. I am so sorry, I swear I--”
A bit infuriated yet calm, you look up, only to see a man your age. He was taller for sure, and his black hair is slightly swept to side, he’s garbed in a black tee and pants--and Timberlands.. !?
Oh, an eye catcher, this dude is. If only he didn’t ram into you.
You noticed he has not completed his sentence, and is instead staring at you in what seems to be awe. You scrunch your nose lightly.
“Yeah, well, sorry, too. Now I must be on my way and wash my boots--”
That seemed to perk his head up, because you were not even far away when his hand grasps your wrist. His heavenly voice ringing out.
“Wait! I uh, I’ll pay for you,” this caught you off guard.
Looking at him over your shoulder, you blink.
Ah, he’s cute..
His cheeks went pink.
Immediately realizing what just happened because you, apparently, had just said that out loud, you jump backwards. But his grip was firm, thus causing him to topple forward as well, only decreasing the space between you.
And if his cheeks were pink before, they were flaming now.
“Oh-uh, I er, thank you.” he swiftly takes the basket from you and speed walks to the cashier, giving you no choice -even if you scream- but to follow the heavenly bunny like stranger.
Along the way, you couldn’t help but notice you’re a bit livelier now. A smile decorating your lips as you stand behind him, watching as he paid for your things, including his as well; which seemed to be a bunch of photo papers and a scrapbook.
“You really shouldn’t have bought me these.” you mention as he held the door open for you as the two of you made your exit from the shop.
A boyish chuckle erupts from beside you.
“Nah, it’s the least I could do. I’m Jungkook by the way,” he introduces himself.
You find yourself smiling, looking at him, only to find him already doing the same to you.
“I’m [Y/n].”
Seeing as it was quite the evening, Jungkook walked you back home. And you found out he’s actually quite near to your house, his being only like, a block away from yours.
You were smiling the entire time you entered your abode, laying down the bag of stuff he had bought for you due to that accident. You began to put them out of the bag one by one, checking if you got all necessities when your fingers grasped a torn piece of paper.
Puckering your lower lip out in thought, you pull it out, only causing your cheeks to redden in the subtlest way possible.
;>
09 - XXX - XXXX
Jungkook
You went to bed that night peacefully, you enjoyed that day. Meeting Jungkook was a great way to actually get rid of Jimin in your head for a while, you had nothing more to worry about. At least, not when your best friend’s about to be married to the love of his life.
The next day, as promised in the tiny scrap of paper in your bag told, you received a call with the exact numbers written on it.
“Helloooo~” you giggle as soon as you heard him drawling out the last syllable of that simple word, you can basically see his contagious smile over the phone.
Setting down your cup of coffee, you leaaned against the counter, smiling.
“Good morning, Jungkook.”
A muffled laugh was heard from the other line, a masculine voice, actually, so you figured he wasn’t alone. Still smiling, you let them bicker, until--
“Hi! I’m Hoseok--”
“Hyung, gimme back my phone!!”
“--Guk really finds you easy to talk to and says you’re pretty, so can I ask you out on a date?”
“H-Hyung!? You traitor!”
Another laugh and some occasional tumbles and thuds erupted from the other end, and you remained silent until you could process the words the man named Hoseok had told you.
You have never been called pretty, not even by your exes--which is a stupid thing for them not to say, actually. Jimin’s definition of calling you ‘pretty’ is similar to how he says ‘you look cool’ and that’s it. So you could explain why your heart is beating so unnaturally fast right now.
Unaware of the escalating screams on the call, you were only taken back into place when you heard the familiar sound of a door slamming shut, and the sound of a body hitting a mattress.
“Sorry, my friend is a bit of a blabbermouth.”
You bit your lower lip, anticipating the events that will probably come after.
“Oh, that’s fine. Reminds me of Jimin, really.”
You weren’t even able to process what you said until you said it out loud.
For fuck’s sake, why did you have to mention his name right now?
The other end was silent for a tiny bit, and you nearly sighed in disappointment to yourself, thinking he had already hung up.
But then.
“Oh, you have a boyfriend?” he sounded a little down.
You jumped at your place, “Best friend! He’s my best friend, actually..” you drawl out a nervous laugh afterward because you sounded quite desperate to your liking.
As if your lucky day -which it is- , Jungkook laughs.
“Great~ So does this mean I can take you out later?”
No words escaped your mouth, you stood there dumbfounded in your dining area, a stupid grin decorating your red face.
“R-really?”
He snorts, “Yeah, really. Why not? I really want to get to know you--a-and maybe even more, if you don’t mind..” he grows embarrassed at the later parts of his sentence, his voice growing meeker with each passing second.
This was just a man who you had bumped into at an art store, and yet your heart seemed to agree with the chances of meeting up with him again.
So with a doubled grin, you chuckled.
“I don’t mind.”
True to his word, as soon as it struck ten, he was already at your door. You had dressed up well but not too much. Casual yet fancy along with your favorite pair of Timbs to go.
You knew you made the right choice when he flashed a certain glimmer in his eyes when he took notice of your boots.
“I noticed you wearing a different pair last night but I didn’t expect you to like them as much as I do.” your smile widens when you realized he was wearing the exact pair. No words were exchanged when he raised his arm for you to take, you only held it with a sweet lopsided grin, and stepped off your door.
You had lunch at a place in between fancy and normal, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. You thought he’d actually be the guy who usually takes out their dates to movies and such and spoils them of stuff, but Jungkook actually took you to the amusement park. Where he, by the way, murdered your soul after three continuous roller coaster rides.
He didn’t stop there. He made you go on all dangerous rides and even went laser tagging, which you beat him at, much to his surprise.
Your day was filled with laughter and bliss as the day eased slowly into night, you were more than two hours in the amusement park that you actually lost track of the time.
You were only reminded by it when you were eating your cotton candy and laughing at a humiliating story of Jungkook, when your phone vibrated in the pockets of your jeans--indicating a message.
Excusing yourself, you took it out only to view the all too familiar name of your best friend.
‘Where are you? You’re not home, it’s our movie night! :(’
It read. And for a moment, you felt a tad bit guilty for forgetting that it was indeed your movie night. It was a Friday! But how could you remember it when he skipped the last three in a row?
Sighing in exasperation, you tucked the device back in your pocket and faced Jungkook -who looked concern- with a strained smile.
“Sorry, it was Jimin.”
He bobs his head, fringe bouncing as he took half of the cotton candy in his mouth. Working wonders as he downed it as if it was a tiny candy.
“Best friend problems?” he casts you a glance, enough for him to see your twitching eye. Your knuckles were white and your cheeks were flushed red in what seems to be annoyance as you nodded in reply.
“Care to tell me?” he tips it off with a little grin, his pearly bunny white like teeth showing--you couldn’t resist smiling back. “He has a.. what you can call a serious relationship right now, he seems to really like her--a-and we’re friends, too. Me and the girl. But as of now, she’s ticked off with the fact that Jimin and I are still close when he already has her. Now he’s not hanging out that much anymore with me, and I didn’t know he’d be dropping by to watch movies tonight because he skipped the last three Fridays!” you ended with a large intake of air, unable to believe that you were able to finish that in a single breath.
Jungkook looks pretty baffled, obviously not expecting the entire story.
You take a glance, expecting a face of discomfort, or anything that will give way of his sudden dislike, but there was none. If anything, there’s only understanding and a soft smile.
“Hey, don’t worry ‘bout him. If he already has someone, then it shouldn’t bother you at all. Everyone’s bound to fall in love, right?” there’s a peculiar shimmer in his eyes when he said that that made your heart skip a beat.
Although you knew him just a day ago, you couldn’t help but feel like you knew him forever. It’s probably just you liking him a teeny, wee bit, though.
So you ignored the constant vibrating of your phone and locked eyes with the handsome man in front of you.
It was ten in the evening when the two of you stumbled back to the front of your door, still laughing at each other’s corny jokes and humiliating stories.
He bids you a good night, even going far like kissing the back of your hand in either pure sincerity or mockery. Either way, it made your cheeks pink.
Jungkook waves goodbye to you before hopping on his motorbike and riding off.
With a stupid grin on your lips, you entered the confines of your abode, only to freeze when you spotted Jimin standing just at the entrance way to the living room. A remote in his hand and his phone in the other. By the silence, you can hear the familiar dialogue of “The Fault in Our Stars” playing, a tear-jerking movie you watched with him and laugh about stupid stuff in the end.
“.. Hi.” you greeted him after taking off your boots.
Jimin looked ready to explode, his face already similar to a ripened tomato.
“Hi?! Are you insane!? It’s this late and you arrived just now—and who was that guy I heard from outside?!” he bellowed, throwing his hands up in the air in distaste.
You made sure that he can see the roll of your eyes, wanting to present that he wasn’t only the one at fault here.
You walked past him, bumping his shoulder with your own.
“Yeah, say that to the guy who ignored me for weeks on end, skipped promised movie nights, and has the ego to come here and be angry at me.” you spat, plopping back on the couch as you switched to a different movie. You don’t feel like watching the usual.
Judging by the silence, you knew Jimin’s face had softened and his anger died down.
Good.
He should at least know he’s partially at fault, as well.
You said nothing when he sits on the other end of the couch, but you can feel his stare digging at the side of your face, eager to look for attention or any sort of reaction he’d get from his silence.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to ignore you.”
You snorted loudly in mockery.
“I meant that!” he shouts, and you find yourself shrinking and being annoyed all over again. You didn’t know why you were acting like this. It’s not like you’re his lover or anything, you were just a best friend.
Jimin crosses his arms, facing the other way with a glare.
“Why the heck are you being like this anyway?” he mumbles discreetly.
You didn’t know yourself, but you had a hunch as to why.
You were so attached to Jimin that you were scared of letting go of him, your best friend, whisked away by his lover and you’d be left alone. You had no right to keep him to yourself, not when you know you aren’t the one making him happy. You were just a best friend, that title meant the world, but you still couldn’t help but want him around.
“I’m sorry, too. I know you were just worried.”
But that doesn’t change the fact that he ignored you as if you were nothing.
The voice plagued your mind, and you know that much that it’s true.
It doesn’t change the truth that he can neglect you because he has Seolhyun, now.
At your eigth date with Jungkook, he had taken you to watch movies. The cinema was quite packed, in fact, and the two of you had just bought your tickets and popcorn and are preparing to go inside the theater while sharing another one of your jokes.
You were too busy laughing at him demonstrating an embarrassing move he once did at high school to bother apologizing properly to someone you had bumped into.
But before you could take a step further, his voice spoke amidst the crowd.
Evidently freezing you in place.
“[Y/n]? Is that you?”
You could feel your heart thundering as you were turned to face him, eyes going wide at the sight of his hand holding another. Seolhyun, who was glaring at you for some reason.
“Hey, what’s wrong?”
Jungkook.
You figured the aforementioned man in your thoughts took his place beside you, with Jimin’s face contorting into that of confusion. His free hand on your shoulder withdrawing itself rapidly.
“Who’s this?” he emphasizes his tone, eyes narrowing and hand tightening around Seolhyun’s, the latter squealing in pain.
You gulp.
But why should you be nervous?
“Jungkook, this is Jimin, my best friend. Jimin, this is Jungkook, my..” you drifted off almost immediately upon realizing the fact that you and him aren’t under any labels of sorts. Your silence was slowly irking your best friend, his foot tapping in impatience.
Say he’s a colleague or something--
“Boyfriend.” Jungkook spoke up after assuming that your voice had gone.
You went frigid, colors draining from your face.
Did he just!?
There was a look of disappointment.. or hurt, that flashed over Jimin’s face. You didn’t know why, and why he had the audacity to feel so, but he seemed enraged all of a sudden.
“We’ll talk, later.” he hisses at you, whisking Seolhyun away to the busy crowd in lieu of properly saying farewell.
Jungkook turns you back to the place towards the cinema, huffing out his irritation, not realizing his draped arm on your shoulders.
“That guy’s your best friend? Pfft. Seems like he has issues.” you couldn’t resist the smile covering your lips at his words, foolishly chuckling along with him.
Until.
“Wait, what’s the deal with you saying you’re my boyfriend, huh?!” you slammed a fist on his chest, Jungkook, laughing at your attempted attack. He didn’t even budge. Rolling his shoulder, he winks your way.
“What. I was going to ask you if you’d be my girlfriend, either way.”
“W-what!?” Redness overcame the entirety of your face, your fingers twitching as the man before you placed a surprising kiss at your left cheek. Chuckling at the warmness of your face.
Lacing his hand in yours, he pulls you to the cinema. And for that moment, your worries were briefly removed.
When Jungkook dropped you off your house as his ‘official girlfriend’ and had parted ways for the night, you wore a smile on your face.
You have completely forgotten what you were supposed to expect the second you came to the living room. There, Jimin was waiting, like he did when you ignored him. But he didn’t look too happy. No, he was mad.
“Care to spill why you never told me of this?” he demands, stopping in front of you with a glare that sent shivers up and down your spine.
You licked your lips in thought, crossing your arms.
“It didn’t matter to you, you have Seolhyun now, remember?” you reminded him, reminded him of the same words he used on you.
Steam blew from his ears as his cheeks reddened in what seems to be annoyance.
“I thought we’re through with this? Are you jealous right now? This argument ended months ago. I have Seolhyun for more than two years!”
You faced him back, a glare in your face as you snorted.
"That doesn't change the fact that you pushed me away every single time, your best friend you were supposed to hang out with, as well!"
Jimin's anger reduces lightly, but it wasn't removed completely.
"That—"
"I waited for you, Jimin. I waited but no! What would make you drop your girlfriend so easily for your best friend, anyway?" you looked away, feeling the tears brim your eyes.
Silence took over the room, but you were a hundred percent sure the tension is lingering somewhere.
You wanted to take back what you said, knowing it will make the situation worse, but you couldn't. It felt right stating what you were feeling, how unfair it was of him to just think of.. of her.
".. Nothing,"
Your ears perked up, and you glimpsed back.
"What?"
Jimin looked appalled, his eyes searching everywhere but yours. As if dancing from one place to another.
Finally, after what seems to be an eternity, he looks at you. Certainty playing right through his shining eyes of ebony. There's this unsettling sentiment creeping into you—almost as if warning you that something bad's about to happen.
"You're right. Nothing would make me drop her for you."
Your fingers twitched in response, eyes growing astonishingly wide at his wordings. Did he just flat out degraded you? Worse, think that you're not even needed in his life, anymore?
"Yeah, why should I care about that boyfriend of yours, huh? You live your own life, and I live mine. It's not either of our obligations to know what happens to who." Jimin was ranting right now, eyes rolling in infuriation as he turned his back on you and without hesitance, started walking away with a huff.
Not wanting to feel inferior to him, you cursed aloud.
"Fuck you, Park Jimin—I hate you for doing this to me!"
That made him stop in his movements. Taking in a minute to process the words you blurted behind him. And when he did, he was certain that the clenching of his heart was evident that very instant.
With tight fists at his side, he strolled away, mumbling a sentence you managed to hear.
"I hate you all the more."
A gasp leaves your lips the very minute he walked out of your door, and possibly even your life. You never took Jimin to torment you with a deadly choice of terms in his vocabulary as a rebuttal, but he did, and it hurt.
It hurt badly.
You didn't know what went wrong, nor when the tears started slipping away from within the confines of your eyes, all there was is pain, agony, and regret. You could've handled the situation better than bursting out like that. If you did.. would the situation have changed?
Either way, you were on the floor, a blank look casting over your face as his words went on loop in your mind. Repeating itself to abuse your faulty entity all over again.
"[Y/nnnnn]~!"
You slammed the locker door shut, not fazed at all even when Jimin was already present from behind the once opened locker door.
Facing him with a childish grin, you seemed to have an inkling feeling as to why he's looking so giddy at 8 am on the first day of high school.
"Good morning, Chim. How's summer?" you grinned in a toothy fashion.
The playful nudging of his sent you laughing, thus causing him to roll his eyes with a reverberating chuckle.
"Shut up, we spent summer together. Enough of that, though! We have all our classes together!! Ain't that great!?" he squealed, jumping in his place with two sheets of paper -which were already crumbling by the way- in his hands. His actions, of course, drew attention. To which you slammed a hand on his mouth to prevent him from squealing all the more.
You give him an eye smile, taking his hand in yours as you tugged him along the crowding hallway.
"Yeah, yeah, that's great if we don't wanna be late for uh.. Pre-Calculus."
That seemed to bring forth his focus.
"Oh! Shit, [Y/n]—we're gonna be late!"
The remains of the laughter that bubbled from your throat went free, unable to actually say that it's what you had just mentioned a while ago and just let him drag you along.
"[Y/nnnn].. [Y/nnnnnnnnn]."
You heard the distinct sound of your best friend calling your name softly from the other side of the room. There were a few, choked sobs according to your hearing, and maybe even hiccups. But you didn't know why.
"Jimin?" you mumbled silently, still drowsy at the fact that you were awakened at whatever time it was in the early morning, but still, Jimin's a priority right now. He rarely cries.
So with the continuous soft whimpers you're still hearing, you slipped off the soft mattress and wore your bunny slippers. Rubbing your eye with a fist, you yawned, walking out in the hallway and not wasting a precious second to go inside Jimin's.
He was sleeping over since his parents are out on a business trip, and since he was practically like a second child to your own family, he was given a place to stay as long as he likes.
Back on the matter at hand, you closed the door behind you as you stared at the figure beneath the bundle of thrown covers with pillows surrounding it as if it's his territory.
You walked closer.
"Jiminie,"
The figure stopped shaking.
A mop of black hair peeped out from within the cover, then came the doe eyes that you've come to see every day. They were red and sore, however.
He sniffled.
"What's wrong? Nightmares gotcha?" you asked, sitting beside him on the bed with open eyes. Wanting to help him even at the deadly hour of the morning.
Jimin sits upright, the duvet falling onto his shoulders as he sniffs.
"You died."
You blinked in surprise.
His lower lip trembled.
"W-we were already in our twenties and we got into a fight, t-t-then all of a sudden you just.. I couldn't get to you because I d-didn't know and—"
He cut himself right off, professedly unable to continue that nightmare as he shook in his place.
".. And I was all alone."
His tears were once again falling like a waterfall as he sobbed into a pillow.
You were a loss for words. How did Jimin, a fourteen-year-old, cry over a nightmare like this?
Simple, it only meant he valued you so much that he'd cry about you.
Giggling, you began rubbing his back in order to calm him down. Under your touch, you could feel him easing up, his shaky sobs lessening until it turned into tiny sniffles.
"That's funny. You know I'm with you through all of this, right? I wouldn't be leaving you anytime soon! I won't be the best man if I died young~" you teased, pushing him playfully to get a reaction.
And you did.
A small laugh that became chortles, before he was full on smiling at you as if he hasn't had that nightmare from only mere minutes ago.
He appreciated you so much for being there for him.
"Thank you, [Y/nie]."
For being his best friend.
"Anytime."
To say that you were devastated by your best friend's departure from your home - and most likely your life - would be a total understatement. He meant so much to the point that you worried and fussed over him when he's not even your lover.
You didn't even care if he doesn't think of how you're doing like you do to him. All that matters is knowing if he is alright.
It had actually been another good four months without his contact, and you didn't think you could go on for such a long time. But that's all thanks to Jungkook, your own lover who held you upright the entire time.
He's been acting kinda off for a while now, though.
Ever since your latest argument with him concerning about Jimin—then again, all of your arguments are about the latter, he started being weird.
A morning after a week of not speaking with Jungkook, you felt odd.
You had awoken on the same side of the bed as usual and did your morning routine, but decided to skip a day of work with the permission of your boss because you felt peculiar that day.
So, you busied yourself around the house. Dusting off the countertops, doing the laundry, jamming to music, baking random goods, and reading a bunch of books that came from the shelves.
It was ten in the morning when it happened.
At first, you didn't mind it. It was just a headache, it can be done by anything, right? Maybe you really tired yourself out, or maybe it's the migraines kicking in. You have been staying up late for weeks on end.
But when it started to worsen; your vision blurring, your chest aching, and nose trickled down your nose, was when you started to be concerned.
All of a sudden, the world was spinning around and there was this sound of a flatline ringing in your ears sharply as if it was meant to slice your eardrums. Your head was being hammered and then your body was hot all over like you were sunk into a pool of lava and is entirely coated by an array of blue and red flames. Each step you took felt as if you are stepping on burning embers and sharp knives.
Everything stung.
As you swayed for your phone in order to call for help, your body gave in to the unexpected pain you were going through. Your knees collided with the ground, and your upper body followed right after. You landed on the carpeted floorings of your house, wheezing for air as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Shakily muttering his name, but getting no obvious help, you were caved in by the darkness.
"I can't wait,"
Seolhyun smiles sweetly as she coils her arms around her husband to be's shoulders. Looking at what he was doing as she stood behind him.
Atop the table laid out envelopes in peach coloring. Tiny roses designed around the corners of the cover with the initials of his name and his bride calligraphed beautifully on the front with gold ink.
Seolhyun kisses the crown of his head, "Thank you for making my dream a reality." with that said, she untangles her arms and walks off to do other necessities for their upcoming grand memory.
Jimin is silent as he brought one envelope to the air, a longing sigh leaving his lips as he turned it over and read the name to whom it's intended for.
[Y/n] [L/n] ,
~ You are hereby invited to the wedding of Song Seolhyun & Park Jimin ~
He had done the invitations himself, wanting to convey his feelings for everyone they plan to invite. Every heartfelt letter was done by him, so he hopes that those who received the invitation would be grateful.
Jimin glances to the parchment on the table at the side, it contained nothing but his handwritten note towards his best friend. The girl he had a fight with over a month ago and had just honestly remembered her when Seolhyun asked if they'll invite her as well.
He felt like crap when he did remember.
He knew that they fought badly and had left her house in grave terms, but it was not an excuse to forget her that easily just because of his upcoming wedding. No matter how busy he was.
Sighing, Jimin tucks in the parchment in the designated envelope before sealing it shut. He held it in his hands for a good minute, heart clenching.
She'll forgive him, right?
He tightens his hold on it.
She'll come by to his wedding.
He sets it down and stands up with a hopeful smile.
He's sure of it.
The soft sound of a beeping monitor overlapped your sense of hearing. Gently as it began, the black void suffocating you blended in with pretty colours. Slowly morphing into white nothingness.
Or so you thought.
The first thing you saw the second your eyes adapted to your environment are the white walls and [c] curtains at the side. It was fairly cold in the room, and the beeping sound of the monitor seemed close than what you actually thought.
It came to you that you are in a hospital bed, wires attached mostly to your arm. No doubt analyzing your pulse and your heart rate.
You breathed in, then out.
Who brought you here?
As if your questions were answered, the door to your room opens up, only for a doctor to come inside with a clipboard in his hands. When he spots you awake and sitting, a solemn look comes across his face.
"How are you feeling, [Y/n]? I'm Namjoon, your assigned doctor."
You nod your head to his statement, serving as a greeting. You cleared your throat and replied that you're fine now than before, soon asking about how you got to the hospital in the first place.
Namjoon blinks, saying that a neighbor had come to your house because you were not answering the phone when you were called. And had come across to your unconscious form on the ground.
You sighed in relief, unaware of the heartbreaking news that will come upon you a minute away.
The doctor sits beside you, handing you his clipboard in silence. Not completely trusting his voice, fearing it may crack at the depressing discovery in store for you.
Unsure why he had gone soundless, you lowered your gaze to the bold words written in the paper.
You look back up, only for him to frown at you.
"I'm sorry."
You walked down the sidewalk with a blank expression on your face, a bunch of papers clutched in your hand as you trudged your way to the front porch of your house. Stopping by the mailbox when you saw a part of a letter sticking out.
Humming absentmindedly and without a care in the situation, you slipped it off the mailbox. Your eyes immediately brimmed with tears the second you realized what kind of letter it was.
You bit your lip as you raced for the door, barging inside and shutting it close with the softest force. You raked a hand through your hair in hopelessness, wondering what you did to have such a consequence.
Taking off your shoes, you proceeded to the living room, planning on just shutting the blinds and bask in the darkness whilst rethinking your entire life. But you were halted in place when you spotted a hunched figure sitting on the couch.
He looks up.
Your lower lip trembled.
"Jungkook.."
There was a look of forlorn dancing within his eyes as he stands up, whispering your name and towering over your slightly shaking stature.
You didn't speak, you waited for him to utter something—anything—but maybe that's where you've gone wrong.
Maybe you should've said something first.
He sighs, worriedly looking at the floor as if it suddenly enraptured his senses.
"Listen, I don't think this," he points at you and him, "Is working out." he finishes with an exhale.
From that moment on, you felt your life draining out.
Were your ears deceiving you?
But you know they're not. Jungkook himself said so. You were not dreaming, you were living reality. And he had just broken up with you.
"What? But we're doing fine!" you argued, suddenly clutching the papers close to you. Feeling inferior at the fact that Jungkook doesn't seem disturbed at all by what you said.
He shrugs simply.
"I don't think so, [Y/n]," there was disdain all over his voice. "Every time we talk, it's about us—then it drifts over to Jimin."
The gears in your head began turning.
"It's always Jimin. I get that he's your best friend and you fought with him, but for fuck's sake, [Y/n]."
You began to understand what drove him to his breaking point.
But the second you looked up at him in fear, in hope of correcting what you've done wrong. One look at his determined face, you knew you were too late.
It was obvious that he was trying his best not to let the anger get the best of him, but it was showing off in his diction and the tone of his words. His balled up fists at his side showed up as a shred of evidence, too. He was just attempting to be calm so he wouldn't blow up.
Probably as his last act of tolerating your behavior.
"Was I not enough for you? I thought I helped you overcome the fact that Jimin is no longer your best friend?" he presses on, taking a step closer to you. "Are you still living a lie? Or maybe it's him that you love, after all."
Your eyes widened, and immediately butted back.
"That's not true. I love you, Jungkook!"
But that's all you could say.
He narrows his eyes, not once interested in what you had to add.
"Doesn't seem like it. Goodbye, [Y/n]." he walked away, brushing your shoulder over as he made his way to the front door.
Your heartbeat was pounding so loudly in your ears as you spun around, a desperate look in your face as your knees buckled.
This can't be happening!
The tears that once lined your eyes came back up along with the heavyweight against your chest, suffocating you and dragging you down to that inescapable abyss of guilt.
"Wait!"
Jungkook stops.
For that moment, there's this single thought running in his mind. Something that made him halt and wait. There was just.. something that glued him to his place, as if warning him that if he walked out, he would be regretting that decision.
He waits.
And thinks, that if you said anything, if you could just.. say something for him to stay. He will. He wanted to hear you say that you need him with you, just something along those lines and he'll stay.
But your voice was gone.
You stood there, grasping a bunch of papers that told your remaining chapters. Your life was on those papers, your heart was in the brink of shattering—but you couldn't say anything.
You didn't know how.
"I.."
You couldn't tell him.
And that made him walk away.
Just like Jimin did.
"When my wedding day comes, I want you to be my best woman."
You choked on your milkshake, eyeing your insane friend who sat smiling as if it's normal. He actually appears serious.
"I'm not a man, pabo. Can't do that I guess." you laughed in between slurps as you swung your legs back and forth from your seat on the swing.
Jimin was already whining by the time you finished your sentence, already knowing beforehand that you'll counter whatever he plans on saying.
"Then you'd be the first one to ever do it—I need my best bud giving me the rings. I'll lose them myself because I'm an idiot and I don't want my future wife to think that I—"
"You're blabbering.."
"Right! Sorry." Jimin miraculously stays silent, deciding on entertaining himself by playing with the bendy straw that poked out of the cup of his frappe.
The two of you swung with little to no sound, only kicking each other's legs in a playful manner in lieu of words.
".. I'm serious about it, though."
You hummed at his murmurs, glancing at how he looks quite determined and demanding.
"About what.. ?" you mumbled.
His radiant smile reaches his ears.
"We'll attend each other's wedding!"
For Jimin. For him, you thought to yourself.
You held the pretty little invitation in between your fingers, showcasing it to a perplexed looking Jimin who sat.
You texted him to meet you at the local café because you have to tell him something. He probably thought that you'd make up for the better, but who said you were doing that?
It hurt you to see that the smile on his face vanished as soon as he saw you throw the invitation in front of him.
"I won't attend your wedding."
You managed to say, not believing that you said that without an ounce of wobble in your voice. But still, inwardly, you were tearing yourself apart.
Jimin gulps, a silent look of rage playing before his face before softening.
He stands up and clutches the envelope in his grip. He didn't question why you wouldn't attend, and you were thankful for that—but he pushed the card into your hand, either way. And that was what hurt the most.
You could see the hope flickering in his raging eyes but soft visage.
You were a loss for words as he held your hands in his, your heart was already trying to jump out of your chest at what he was doing. You could practically see him clinging onto you, pleading.
"Take it, and if you decided.. to change your mind." he drifts off, and you snarl, whisking your hand away rather harshly.
It triggered a reaction, a pained gasp leaving him as he watched you glare at him with intensifying venom before you spun around and left him there.
The last sight you've had of him before you broke down yourself with the invitation crumpled in your hand, was a devastated Jimin.
The piano medley is already playing in the church, a few ways besides the altar, where he can truly hear the same tune softly bounding in his ears.
The bride—his wife-to-be, is still hiding behind those two doors.
So as the flower girls came walking down the aisle, he took his chance to scout the room with his sharp eyes. There are his friends standing at the sidelines, all wearing tuxedos and bright grins that showed up when his eyes flashed by them.
His family was there, Seolhyun's family was there, but—
Jimin's breath got hitched in the middle of his throat, and he clasped his hands together as his tongue darted outward to lick his lip in anxiousness, beginning to shift from foot to foot.
—There's no sign of her, [Y/n].
The girl he wanted to see at this special day, the girl he deemed his ultimate best friend, and the girl he wanted to apologize so badly to.
Even when she said she wouldn't attend, he still hoped.
The strings of the violin came into the melody, indicating the arrival of the bride. And she did. The enormous double doors opened to give way for the beautiful bride in white to walk in, stunning everyone who stood in the process.
She's beautiful, indeed, with grace as she walked forward.
He felt tears collecting in his eyes, but for not the latter reason.
No.
It was because he had his hopes up.
She promised she would attend his wedding, she promised she would stick by his side no matter what! Even when they had a huge fight that would undoubtedly crack their friendship, she said she's always come back.
Jimin smiles bitterly as Seolhyun approaches the altar, taking her hand in his as they faced the altar.
His last act of reconciling with you, down the drain.
—Why would you do this?
He breathes in and out as the priest began.
—I really.. really hate you, [Y/n]
If you could curse fate for doing this to you—or anything that controls humans' life, you will.
What did you do to gain this consequence? Where have you gone wrong to be able to acquire such punishment?
Maybe because you were too bitter?
Was it because you failed to 'spread your wings' like your mother and father taught you? To enjoy the beauty of life as you grow old, and not for it to revolve around your best friend you believed would stick by your side 'till the end?
Or was it because you did pay too much attention on him, that you didn't succeed on holding on to the new, sweet addition to your life—a lover?
Maybe because you were too selfish?
Ah, you didn't know.
You really didn't know.
You wish you could've at least corrected those, at least. To remove the bad blood you've most likely caused to interfere between your friendship with Jimin, and your love with Jungkook. They were understanding, but then you were probably too self-centered to bother realizing the upcoming, inevitable end held for you.
You could almost hear the inviting echo of the church bells, resounding together with a symphony of euphoria and bliss that awaited the newly weds; your best friend.
As you laid on the white hospital bed awaiting for the end, you could only cast a sorrowful glance on your bedside table. Which has the wedding invitation that was torn in half and a dusty bunny plush toy. Each depicting two major chapters of your life; Jimin and Jungkook. Who both, in the end, left your life -to your will- without knowing the truth to your lifestyle.
You could see the disappointed, possibly angered look on your best friend's face when he noticed that you didn't attend. Wouldn't attend. Couldn't attend.
I'm sorry, Jiminie
You could perfectly imagine the look of heartbreak against your ex-lover's face when he left, you knew he loved you, but he couldn't stay. Because he thought that you were too clingy with your best friend's life, that you had fallen for him. Which is not true.
You simply couldn't balance everything in your plate.
And by the time you were realizing all of it, your life—and everything in it, was already crumbling down.
I'm sorry, Jungkookie
You could only wish that the happiness that they’re pursuing for is granted in the end. It was better that way, your death remaining to yourself without anyone knowing. Your family had gone ahead, Jungkook had left, and Jimin..
Isn’t your best friend anymore.
The mere thought of it was more than enough for your well-hidden tears to resurface, causing you the difficulty to regain an even breathing.
You could remember how Jimin first stared at you with a look of utter disappointment and silent rage as he processed how you said you wouldn’t attend his wedding.
You wouldn’t. Not couldn’t.
And the fact that you would not dare step into a beautiful memory in his life, as he deemed, is unforgivable. He took the invitation from you and clenched it in his fists, muttering how he even tried. He tore it in half, with his eyes teary and knuckles white. He declared, before he went away, that you were no longer his best friend. Or if you ever were one in the beginning. It was his breaking point, and somewhat your achievement. Having him turn his back on you would be easier than letting him see your current state, just like you want Jungkook to do.
.. Ah, Jungkook. Your first, true love that you took seriously, but didn’t expect to end it in such a bad note.
You’ve had it planned, how you’d break up with him, but he had gone first before you can do anything.
You were too engrossed at the fact that Jimin is getting married, and he’s upset with you, to the point wherein you nearly forgot you had Jungkook, a partner you could entrust anything to. But you were too secretive, too mysterious, that even with his burning love for you and you the same, he had to let go.
At the same place, although raining, Jungkook uttered those words you couldn’t forget. You remember how even under the umbrella, the rainfall of tears that left his eyes that meant that it was difficult for him to be with you, broke your heart.
Because you did love him, but that love wasn’t enough.
You couldn’t open up, you were too afraid.
He gave you another chance that rainy evening, asked you what’s wrong, and why you won’t say anything. But you didn’t reply.
And that led to him turning away from you for the final time.
You never saw him again.
Those two boys who played a great role in your story would forever remain in your slumber, as two figments in your memory in the blackness.
As the world around you flashed in and out of your eyes and of your grasp, you knew the sand was falling fast. You had no time left, no time to apologize even if you wanted to. No ‘I’m sorry’ for Jungkook, and no ’Congratulations’ to Jimin.
You were dying, and that was your final call.
But perhaps, in someway or another, you would be able to re-approach them again. May it be a dream, or a hallucination. You’d find your way to them as your last and final thank you, for bearing with you until the end.
That was the dying wish you embraced to your heart to the very finale, as your eyes finally closed, and the sounds of the requiem died down with you.
It had been a tiring day—his wedding day.
Even with all the mishaps and the false hope he was given, it was still a happy event to remember. His dream of being married has been accomplished, and now he's bound to set off into a new chapter of his life.
Then his thoughts lingered to someone.
Someone that brought a frown to his face even when he has his wife curling beside his arm.
He hasn't made up with you, yet.
He thinks why, thinks of all the reason why, but he couldn't.
You didn't show up, and that's it.
There's this bitterness residing in the pits of his chest, unable to accept that you were just able to drop down more than a decade long of friendship, for a silly argument like that.
With a scowl, Jimin shuts his eyes, the exhaustion tolling all over and almost immediately bringing him sleep.
The blackness morphed into something else. In fact, it was a familiar place--it was the venue for his wedding reception. His grand wedding that didn’t seem so grand and regal anymore because there’s a presence lacking.
“Jimin.”
He turns around, and his lips part gently as his eyes settled upon a woman he ended bonds with. Her pretty [c] hair fell and cascaded down her shoulders, her body covered in a pretty, gentle white dress that flew to the back of her knees.
“[Y/n]?” he whispers in bewilderment.
The girl only smiles at him.
Jimin couldn’t believe it, he’s dreaming for sure, his desperate wishes of seeing his (ex) best friend attending his wedding finally giving in to his subconscious and perfectly molding it into a dream.
When he doesn’t reply, still bitter about her not wanting to attend, the [c] haired female steps closer to him.
“I’m really sorry, you know that.”
He looks at her, conflict and confusion swimming in his orbs of charcoal. His arms were crossed as he faced her, his eyebrows furrowing in suspicion.
“Are you? I don’t think so. What kind of friend wouldn’t want to attend their best friend’s wedding?” he scoffs as he asks this, his eyes rolling back and forth.
“A scumbag,” she replies.
He tried to contain the urge to lift his lips upward. Their constant perky conversation already brewing in like it used to before.
Finally, he places his whole attention on her.
“Why didn’t you attend my wedding, [Y/n]? Where did it go wrong? When did we grew so far apart?” Jimin asks, his voice breaking as he once more, attempted to conceal the water behind his eyes. The girl before him is a sore topic, for she already had a place in his heart as a friend he could count anytime, and they just.. parted off like what they blossomed together; their friendship, was nothing.
The girl in front of him stayed silent, her eyes showcasing sadness, yet her lips remained sealed.
Jimin waits for a few more seconds as he searched her features for any signs of an answer, but there was none.
He sighs.
“You’re never going to tell me, are you?”
She shakes her head with a frown.
“I’m sorry, you know I am,” she leans forward and clutches both of his hands in her own. They fit together like a glove, like they were meant to be true best friends who will held joined hands together until the end.
Their bond was still not broken.
Suddenly, a soft ballad played over, surrounding them like water. It was gentle to the ears, and has a timid beat that’s enough for them to pick up on and start swaying.
“I couldn’t dance with you at your wedding, and even if I did, I’m sure as hell others would be questioning why you’re not dancing with the bride.”
To this, Jimin finally laughs, his eye smile not leaving as the two of you danced and swayed to the music. It brought so much nostalgia. Ever since childhood, she was by his side and vice versa, he even attended prom with the girl as his partner. Together they turned down anyone who practically screamed that they should be a couple, no.
They were truly best friends.
He realized that the moment the soft ballad playing was slowly fading out, and the chandelier seemed to grow dimmer, but you appear to glow.
As he stopped dancing, he looked you in the eye, his hands descending to your waist as yours moved to his shoulders. There was so much you knew he wanted to say, wanted to ask, but he silenced that with a hug.
His body was warm as he hugged you tighter.
“I miss you.” he utters.
You could only rest your head upon his chest, mumbling how much you missed him too. But this dream is only temporary, and most likely will never happen again. You know this was the last time you would ever see him.
Still encased in his hug that you would forever miss, he asks.
“Could you be my best friend, again?”
Jimin pulls away as you laugh at him, and he couldn’t stop the smile that reached his ears as your eyes twinkled.
“Of course, I’d always be your best bud.”
He couldn’t explain why your answer seemed heavy in his chest, or how there are tears that seemed to gather in his eyes with your reply. All he knew is that he’s happy, as he embraced you again with a tearful laugh.
Until the blackness comes again to take him back away.
“Forever, Jimin.”
It was early in the morning when the ringing of the phone overlapped his dreamscape. A minute later, Jimin was opening his eyes to the dim lighting of the room, and his phone that kept on vibrating and ringing on his bed side table.
Seolhyun was still sleeping soundly beside him, covers bundled over her bare shoulders.
Not wanting to wake her up, he begrudgingly takes his phone and squints his eyes at the brightness of it.
The caller ID read..
"Jungkook?" he mutters.
How did he even got his number?
Shrugging, he was about to dismiss the call when an urging feeling basically yelled at him to pick the phone.
He hesitates.
But then again, he's never the one to ignore, so he picks it up either way.
"This better be good." he immediately says as soon as he hears Jungkook's heavy breathing.
"You have to come see me right now."
That was it.
Jungkook ended the call before Jimin could even ask why, and when it ended, there was already a message that came from the younger man. An address that read his assumably current location.
Grumbling, Jimin rolls out of bed in order to dress properly. Even if it's just the casual sweatpants and a shirt under a jacket, it'd do good. He slips on his running shoes and exits the house, but not before kissing the cheek of his wife who smiled in her sleep.
With the phone in hand, he trudges the sidewalk, teeth chattering as he internally repeated curses in his head. He turns the corner, looking up at the street sign which is identical to the one in the text, and continues.
There, on a lone bench just in front of a 24 hour fast food chain, is Jungkook. His figure is lurching forward, the black hoodie pulled over to cover his face.
“What is it?” Jimin asks silently as he approached Jungkook, who was seated on a bench, his head down until his voice came cutting through the silence.
The newly wedded man looks flabbergasted upon the sight of Jungkook, whose eyes are red and swollen, looking as if he had cried terribly. Due to his fairly white complexion, he can see how there are dried stains on his cheeks.
“What happened to you?” Jimin asks breathlessly.
The younger man couldn’t decipher why the best friend appeared so casual and normal. Is he aware of what happened, even?
“You.. you didn’t know?” he questions, eyes widening slightly.
Jimin’s heart skips a beat, and almost immediately, his stomach churns.
He has a bad feeling.
When he didn’t reply, Jungkook drags a lazy hand through his black hair, trying his best not to break down yet again as he stated to the unsuspecting man.
“[Y/n].. [Y/n] has died.”
Jimin felt empty.
A blank look in his face, the gears in his mind turning and turning until it locked in place.
Died.
It couldn’t be.
He hears Jungkook shouting his name, and he only realizes by then that he had taken off running. His eyesight cloudy as he panted and ran towards the nearest cemetery he knows is in the neighborhood.
An image of his best friend, laughing with him on the swings took over his mind.
It couldn’t be.
A memory of his best friend patting his back to relieve him of his nightmares overtook his thoughts.
Not [Y/n].
Voices screaming at one another in his head, reminded him of the last and the most heated argument they’ve had.
Their last contact.
He turns left to a corner, and by just a glimpse, he saw Jungkook running after him. His pace was pretty quick.
Please..
He sees the entrance way, the arch that served as the gate of the cemetery, and his heart increased its rate. His running picked up in speed.
Tell me it’s a lie.
“That’s not true. That can’t be true.” Jimin repeats to himself as he turned corners and ran, his feet seeming to know where to lead him. Under a large tree with a clear view of the upcoming sunrise. The first rays of orange, red, and yellow, already slicing through the atmosphere.
And there, he stopped. Upon a tombstone, that had the name of his best friend carved onto the stone.
No.
His breathing became rash, his shoulders jumped, and the tears clouded his sight.
No, no, no.. !
“[Y-Y/n]..” a cry breaks out of his lips that he tried so badly to clamp shut.
His face morphs slowly into a look of denial, and his heart finally snaps apart and shattered asunder.
Jimin falls to his knees, eyes leaking with tears as he envisioned the tombstone as your usual smiling self, bidding him congratulations because his lifelong dream of being wed to the love of his life had finally come into light.
Sobbing, he shakes his head, arms reaching forward to hug the stone.
But it contained no warmth.
He only sobs even more when sudden memories came flooding his mind, no doubt causing more pain than he is in at the moment.
All those times.
All those times of you trying to talk to him, even for just a second of his time you wished to take, he would push you away. Too busy with life.
Too busy with Seolhyun.
“She died at your wedding day.”
Jungkook’s voice comes to life slowly, and that was the sole weapon that pierced his chest. Jimin detaches his arms from the stone and gives a look of vulnerability to him.
She died on his wedding day. The day she told him she 'wouldn’t’ attend.
And it only broke him even more.
Jimin whisks his head back to the tombstone, clutching the grass beneath him as he whimpers along to the sorrow in his chest.
“That’s why you didn’t want to tell m-me.. isn’t it?” he cries, “You didn’t want m-me to know. Because you’re sure I’ll call off the wedding, isn’t it?”
Jungkook looks away, his heart clenching all over again.
He promised not to cry anymore, he promised not to just a while ago.
“She told me once, that she’ll do anything to keep your happiness intact. I.. guess that covered why she didn’t want to tell you. She didn’t want to delay your wedding.”
Jimin couldn’t help but just cry, and cry, and cry. Even though he knew he should stop. Why does it hurt so much? So bad? He couldn’t feel like this, Jungkook is probably hurting even more--he was the lover.
Even so, he didn’t know that there was a possibility that he could feel something so deeper than the word ‘hurt’ can explain. He’s beyond it. Jimin couldn’t accept the fact that he had failed to notice that his best friend was hurting--that she was dying even. And he had the audacity to even push her away even farther.
It sickened him.
“I’m sorry..” Jimin covers his face with his hands, feeling shameful to even kneel before her grave with everything that he had done wrong.
[Y/n] had done everything for him, why couldn’t he have done the same?
He couldn’t even say sorry.
That was the word that circled his conflicted mind as he cried his anguish out to the person that will never return to his side, his sobs followed by another as he kept repeating that mere, one syllable word.
Why.
“I’m sorry, [Y/n], I’m sorry..”
Jungkook merely averts his gaze and tries his best to block his hearing, but it seems impossible. Not when his heart is just as broken--probably even more, than the man on his knees.
The dream that he had, specifically when he had slipped on the ring on your finger and kissed you, claiming that you are his alone, broke him completely.
Knowing that it couldn’t and would never happen because he left you, he was the one who broke up with you. The truth that he could never have you as his bride, shattered him.
And was the final strike for Jungkook, who, as same Jimin, could not grasp why he never noticed. Noticed your frown, your pleading eyes, and frail actions that ultimately gave away your suffering. Your condition. His reason of breaking up appeared solid and stable, you were too mysterious, but his reason isn’t good enough.
You were scared, you were terrified. The courage you had that made you seal your lips in order not to spill, in order for them not to worry about you, until you were alone on your death bed, was exceptional.
He wasn’t even there at your side when you left the world.
He couldn’t kiss you anymore, he wouldn’t be able to see you anymore, nor grasp your fingers and hands in his own.
You could never be his again.
The truth of it all made Jungkook weep silently, his tears betraying his promise as the image of you in a wedding dress burnt itself into ashes.
He was too late.
He couldn’t even tell you how much he loves you.
Jimin slams his fist on the wall, crying loudly as he pounds his back hardly against it, only to slide down to the floor in despair with a loud, desperate cry.
After his mutual exchange of tears with Jungkook at the cemetery, he had ran over to the house you were living at. Surprised at the fact that it still belonged to you, and came to the conclusion that your parents wanted to keep it as a complete memory of their beloved daughter.
His eyes searched your room, clean and neat, as you would leave it.
Only, you were in it no longer.
One look in your room and he had begun crying all over again, bringing his knees to his chest as he sobbed your name out loud.
“C-come back.. !” he traces your cheek in the photo, having taken it out of the frame, only for his tears to rain down upon it.
His grip on it trembled as did his lips, whimper leaving after whimper.
“I’m sorry, [Y/n]—I’m so sorry, please!” he started hugging it to his chest, desperately imagining it was you in his arms. Be it when you’re alive, or even when you just died, he didn’t care.
He just wanted to hold you.
Jimin’s stature shook as he cried, so terribly filled with anguish he didn’t know what to do anymore but to cry for you to come back.
“Jiminie,”
The ghost of a gasp leaves his lips as his head whisks upward to the voice.
Your voice.
There you were, sitting atop your bed as usual, eyes glossing over his in concern.
"What's wrong? Nightmares gotcha?" he resisted the urge to bawl right there, hearing you ask him if he’s okay, if he needs anything, it broke him apart.
He shook his head, eyes brimming with the residue of his tears.
"You died. I couldn’t get to you because I didn’t know a-and—"
You were silent.
“.. And now I’ll be alone.” Jimin’s voice cracks.
I don’t want that.
“You know I'm with you through all of this, right? I’ll be here,”
He shakes his head, still crying, because he knows.
I don’t want to be alone—don’t leave me alone.
He knows this was only his mind playing tricks on him. But even still, he clung onto this delusion, because he isn’t—and will never be ready to let you go.
“I love you, Jiminie. I hope you remember that.”
How long has it been.. when was the last time you expressed your love for him as his best friend?
I can’t do this without you.
His heart twists, and his grip on the photo hardens considerably.
He glances back at you.
“I—..”
But you were gone.
Why did you have to leave me?
Jimin’s heart falls apart.
The pain and the agony entered once more as his gaze descends to your smiling face on the photo, his thumb going across your cheeks.
He would never be able to hug you ever again.
He wouldn’t have someone to turn to when he’s at his lowest point, anymore.
Jimin’s tears landed once more, a soft, broken cry leaving him as he held the photo close to his chest.
I don’t think it works like that…. It’s probably more like a deer, it won’t come out if it’s going to be caught… whatever it is that’s sending the messages x’D
The thought, the imagery of flying into endless clouds of sunshine without a care in the world, with troubles and tears and pain away aided you in your helpless decision. The unknown man could see it himself, as the smile creeps onto your lips and he ties the pink thread around your wrist.
The sound of something burning invaded the darkness, and the soft chuckle turned, morphed and increased it’s volume to demonic laughter. For a split second, you shook in surprise and fear before everything was pulled away from you in an instant.
Summary : He was the older twin who never cared for you(?). He overlooked you, worried about others but never to you. It didn’t help with the family business, either. But one dreadful night, he just seems to regret it all over again.
A/N : Angst. Angst, angstangstangst because I’m a sucker for it. Btw, tons of timeskips.
For You
Taehyung shakily pulls open the drawers in his twin’s room, immediately choking on his held back sobs when he spotted the all too familiar folders stacked inside safely and securely.
He takes one out and opens it, revealing the neat words and the original manuscripts written inside.
They were all safe, the secrets remained secrets.
He swallows down the lump in his throat as he breathes in heavily, in and out, continuously, as he takes a slip of parchment that was tucked in between two folders.
XX Years Ago
You wept loudly to yourself as you laid sprawled across the asphalt, your knees scrapped way badly for you to attempt to walk. It was a pain no five year old can tackle easily.
Another sob racked it's way out of your throat as you stand on wobbly little legs, trembling twofold thus causing you to fall back on your wounded knees.
A loud cry escapes you, the tears falling helplessly as you began crying out for your twin brother; who was currently and literally on the hunt for you. It had been minutes ever since the start of hide and seek, and he often finds you within the first two minutes. Your laughter giving way of your hideout.
But now that he can't even hear a single thing, panic flourished through his being. It was then did he hear a strangled cry of help and the sob that followed afterwards made him sprint towards it.
“[Y/n]! [Y/nnnn]!!”
He calls out as he turns to a rather isolated place in the park, freezing when he sees his little sister sobbing across the ground. Her cries increasing as soon as she laid eyes on his figure. It was when she sobbed his name out did he came back to his senses and made his way towards her, shushing her quietly and gently stating to get on his back.
Taehyung carried you all the way to the house with you on his back, careful not to drop you. Not like he will. In order to comfort you or distract you from your wound, he joked around, like the typical brother he is.
That was until, the two of you reached home, to the corpses of your mother and father.
Bang !
In the midst of chaos, Taehyung managed to pull you down with him behind a wall. Bullets flying through the place you once stood.
The beating of your heart was intense as you glued your back to the wall, hands shakily yet tightly gripping the pistol you had picked up from a dead foe.
“What the fuck were you thinking?” your twin hisses as he leans a bit to the hall to shoot an enemy down, quickly whipping his attention back to you as he eyed you up and down. Momentarily dropping the gun to literally twist you around to see if there’s any wounds.
You sigh, “I came after you.”
He does not look happy.
“Right when I told you to stay put in the car!” he snarls, his now mature looking face contorting into madness. A grumble rises to your throat, “I don’t--”
A small object was flung into the air, landing a few feet just beside Taehyung, there was smoke coming out of it.
It’s a--!!
“Get down!” your twin brother shouts in hysterics, diving far away from the bomb with you in his hold, and just as the bomb exploded, your bodies landed roughly against the asphalt as you winced.
Smoke immediately filled the place where the shooting had commenced, gunshots were heard and there were a lot of screaming. The audible sound of bodies hitting the ground entered your hearing, and just then did you remember the horrifying event that took place years ago; when you and your twin came home to your dead parents and you two were taken as hostage by unknown men. The atmosphere.. the environment is so awfully similar to that day.
“A-are you okay?” Taehyung whispers, switching to a rifle as he knelt on the ground, watching you with close eyes.
You nod, breathless at the fact that everything goes so fast that it’s a blur.
“Tae! Where are you guys?!”
Your breath stopped.
That was..
Your twin looked so relieved, in all honesty.
He breathes out a sigh of comfort,
“That’s Jimin. The rest are probably here, come on, up, up, up!” he pats your back encouragingly and you did as told. Panting hurriedly as you got up on the balls of your feet and followed your blood relative out the hall.
The orange haired man is accompanied by the rest of Taehyung’s men, all geared up and some bloody, but they can manage. They’re sticks and bones, but they’re stronger than they look.
You meet eyes with Jimin, and there’s a look of solace that flashed by his eyes when he saw you unscathed--one that went by unnoticed by your brother.
The shooting was off. For now. But that didn’t mean they’re going to run, not when you finally found out the murderer of your parents are hiding in this very place.
“We’ll infiltrate the heart of this rundown factory,” Taehyung commands with strict eyes whilst twirling his pistol with a finger. “We’ll strip the gang of their valuables, get whatever the hell you want, leave none alive.” a chorus of ‘yeah’ erupted from the group circle, you along with it. But obviously, he noticed that.
He gave Jimin a pointed look.
“You get her the hell out here.”
You gape at him as you fight the grip of Jimin’s around your wrist, because why the heck must Taehyung forbid you from seeing your parents’ murderers pop their heads off?
“What? The fuc--”
No one really wants to let you finish your sentences, huh?
Before you knew it, gunshots came from the second floor, screams of profanities echoing around as the men around you began running for cover.
Without hesitance, Taehyung bumps his forehead with you.
“Get out of here.” he tips his head at Jimin, who does immediately what was told and literally dragged you away from the fight, his feet picking up in speed, forcing you to run along with him. You screamed curses at your twin who only ever did waved at you, a natural gesture that says he’ll come back sometime after this.. business.
Jimin rubs your hand reassuringly as if to console you.
“Don’t worry, he does this for your safety.” you pass by the front, oblivious to a silhouette following right behind you.
The car came into view, a wave of comfort and safety momentarily flashing by.. before ever so suddenly, you were falling to the ground.
“[Y/n]?” Jimin whisks back in surprise, horror etched onto his features when he realized that you had been shot.
One second ago you were running with him, the next one, you were suddenly ridden of the feeling of your legs. When your knees hit the ground, that’s when the pain just showed up. Like electricity zapping from your feet up to encircle your entire body, there was a searing pain somewhere in your ankle.
And you couldn’t get up.
A scream tears it’s way from your throat, not quite loud for you had been shot multiple times at the worst places, but this.. this is different.
But it was that scream, that even from far away, that managed to take Taehyung’s attention away. And in less than a second, whispers your name.
When you woke up, you felt nothing.
Just the soft brush of orange strands against your hand, and the gentle sun touching your face.
When you tried to sit up, you found Jimin sleeping by your bedside. Majority of the lower portion of your body is unknowingly covered by your duvet covers, and you didn’t know why.
A shaky whisper calling out to you was able to grab your attention, thus making you look to the side to see a very relieved Jimin.
“T-thank goodness you’re awake.. !” his grip on your hand tightens, and you grasp it reassuringly in return.
“Where is Taehyung?” you mutter, your voice cracking halfway. You just wonder how long you’ve been out. He gives you a conflicted look. “He.. came here two days ago, he doesn’t want to go here ever since.. I’m sorry, jagi, I should’ve protected you more--” you shushed him gently, stopping his rambling.
You shake your head, hands now ready to take off the covers, much to Jimin’s horror.
“No, it’s alright. It was my fault. But I have to see him now, I need to go to T--”
You flipped off the covers and moved, only to fall onto the orange haired man who started whispering his apologies back all over again.
“W.. what?” you stammer.
Your legs were there, ankles all bandaged up, they looked perfectly fine.. but why can’t you move them?
Memories from that night came barging into your mind, the familiar feeling of that painful electricity being played all over your head. But when you pinched your legs, you felt nothing, you slapped them, still nothing.
“J-Jimin..” you croak out as you pounded your fists on your legs.
Still nothing.
“No.. no, this can’t be.” you started to cry, a helpless sob escaping you as you tried to deny the fact that you can no longer feel your legs, your feet.
You can’t walk anymore.
Said man broke down more than you did, saying that he was to blame for the loss of your ability to walk. To run. To feel the earth beneath your feet.
But he fought against crying with you, maybe some other time, because right now, there’s more than just crying.
You were awake.
So as gentle as he could and as careful as possible due to his obscured vision, he scooped you up in his arms and placed you tenderly on the wheelchair. He let you wept and dry your tears before wheeling you out of the room and towards the place he knew your twin is lingering.
And when you arrived, you can’t help but cry out the name of your older twin in sorrow.
As quick as a fox, Taehyung turns around, his gaze hardening upon seeing you sitting on that wheelchair, unable to walk. Having to depend on someone.
With a sigh, he sets down his cup of coffee and swats his hand at Jimin, indicating he wanted to be alone with you. Feeling your confusion and fear, he pats your head softly before turning on his heel and walking out the door.
Now alone in the room; Room 1318, you stare at him.
His figure that stood behind the desk, in front of a large mirror with curtains that are strewn to the side. Letting the light seep in, but making his figure dark.
Ominous, even.
“T.. Taehyung?” you utter, wheeling yourself forward in order to go closer, only stopping when he decided to walk towards you instead.
There’es this solid, icy stare he has held against you. A simple frown in his lips that meant many mediocre things, but you just know this is different.
“You shouldn’t have gone after me in the first place. Stay put in the car, what’s so hard about that?” he scoffs, but he didn’t stop there, “Why the fuck do you have to be so stubborn? I can’t always be there for you. Jimin as well--and don’t you dare think I don’t know a thing about the thing the two of you have!”
You stayed silent as he rounded the desk, pulling out a key from the drawer.
Going forward to you once more, he tosses the item before towering over with a strict visage that made you shrink. You’ve never felt so inferior.
“From now on, you will stay here at this damned place and hold the key to this room. I’m sure you’re reliable enough to do this, besides, what more can you do in that pathetic state?” he sneers at you, venom dripping like gold from his tongue.
Your eyes widen, but no sound came from you.
You could hear your heart shatter at the fact that your own twin, your last family alive, spat such words at you. You know you’re at fault, but this.. is too much.
This isn’t Taehyung.
The tears from before welled up again as a croaked sob escapes your trembling lips. For a split second you thought you saw his face soften almost immediately at your reaction, but the more you stared, the more you see how serious he is about what he said.
He’s not planning on taking it back anytime soon.
He watched you with glowering eyes as you broke down silently in front of him, but he only leaned on the desk, watching you with no emotions in his eyes.
He could almost hear your thoughts.
Why are you acting like this?
You seem to ask.
He only rolled his eyes.
And then, Jimin bursts the doors open, jaw dropping in disbelief at the scene. He was hoping your older twin would comfort you better than he did, but what did he see? The aforementioned man only standing there, looking at you with no sympathy. No love. Nothing.
“What the hell, Taehyung?” he voices out his rage, hands gripping the handle of the wheelchair before wheeling you away out of the room in a hurry.
For days on end, after they came back from missions or spying or whatever, Jimin came to your quarters, comforting you and telling you of stories. How the day went out and so on. But in those days, your twin brother never showed up.
No.
According to Jimin, he often stood alone in his bedroom, silent and unmoving. When missions came passing by, he leaves no one alive, in contrast to how he was before; wherein he’ll actually ask them to join him. No, he changed.
And you can’t help but blame yourself for it.
So one day, when they left for another agenda, you stared at the simple key hanging by your neck that was held by a simple chain.
For him, you would do everything you can to protect your parents’ secrets, their riches, and his honor.
With a tad bit difficulty, -you were glad the servants were there to help- you slipped the key in the keyhole and opened room 1318. The work office of your late father that appeared more like an entire room that holds important classified files and riches tucked away. There were a total of at least eighteen shelves, but only three of them contains the vital ones. So with a determined exterior, one by one, you began slipping a few folders in your arm, a plan in your mind.
In the span of two weeks, the rest of the team kept seeing you enter the room only you and your twin are allowed to enter, leaving with stuff on your lap as you wheeled yourself back in your room. It happened the entire day, and everyone noticed. It was strange, really.
For the next day, you approached those members in the team who excels in technology; Minho and Kyun, to .. ‘copy’ a few stuff, all detailed information included. And as much as it wasn’t a hassle, they still are wondering why you need such things.
Finally finishing the last stack, you wipe a sweat off your forehead. It was night time and you had just received the final papers from Kyun. You had placed them all respectively in their designated places, sighing in relief. You never felt more proud of yourself.
Crash!
The sound alerted your ears, and it was’t too far away. The only room close to yours was your twin’s, and he was not here.
The second closest was room 1318.
Frantic, you wheeled yourself to the door and locked it, suddenly hearing footsteps running around the hallway. Fearing for the events, you reached for your phone that laid by the dresser.
Not hesitating to open your twin’s contact.
Frustrated, Taehyung stands from his seat. Earning the attention of a man he’s been wanting to side with for a while now.
“Where might you be going in the middle of a meeting?” Suga ponders on.
The infuriated leader sighs in annoyance.
“It’s urgent, I need to go home to my sister.”
Jimin’s head perks up just as Suga laughs in a sinister fashion, almost as if mocking him, actually. But he’s on good terms with the man, everyone can tell that. He’s just really.. sinister.
“Never took you one for a softie.” he laughed again.
They didn’t saw it, but Jimin knew Taehyung is scowling while his back his turned away. He wanted to follow him, because you calling for your brother when you know he’s on negative terms with you meant it’s important. But the second the brother looks at him pointedly, he’s glued to his seat.
He can only wish for things to go well as Taehyung leaves the room.
He was cursing all the way as he drove back home, already sorting out the words he prepared in his mind.
When he reaches the mansion, he was already fuming. First, because the guards are perfectly fine, the lights are on and unblinking, and there’s people patrolling around. The cameras are working fine, too.
His face literally flared up in fury, storming inside and up to the bedroom to give you a piece of his mind.
He banged his fists upon your bedroom doors, shouting your name with profanities coming right after. He can’t believe you. He just can’t.
And when you finally peeled the door slowly, you gasped at the sight of him glaring down at you. It was the first time he had looked so scary.
“Is this some kind of joke to you? Huh?!” he pushes you back with such force that you wheeled backwards, a cry escaping you as the back of your wheelchair slammed against the dresser. You did a fairly good -not quite- job in balancing yourself in order not to fall.
He advanced towards you.
“You just can’t do anything by yourself, can you? Do you know how much this meeting means to me?” he leans down at your level, showing off his bared teeth. “Do you?!” he screams, and you feel your colors drain away.
You were telling the truth! How can he not believe you? You’re sure someone went into that room!
Before you could even reply, he beats you again to it.
“All you do is sit and do shit around, have you ever done anything I do for the both of us?” he bellows, throwing his hands in the air in exasperation.
You bit your lip, tears stinging in the corners of your eyes.
“Of course you don’t. What can you do, anyway?” Taehyung runs his fingers through his hair, sighing before flashing you a deadly look.
He appears exhausted, so dead tired of everything.
Of you.
“Do me a favor and just stop seeing my friends? You’ve done well in leading Jimin hyung to you, perhaps that’s all you can do.” he scoffs, and you felt your heart twinge.
Stop seeing .. Jimin?
“But.. But I--” you gulped down the painful lump, already feeling the tears about to wash down your cheeks. Taehyung rolls his eyes at you.
“Shut up.”
Your breath gets stuck at your throat.
“You’re enough of a crap to handle around. Fuck, why am I even related to you? Tch. You’re a failure of Kim.”
A tear drops.
“You’re a failure of a sister.”
The door to your room slams shut.
Taehyung always was the stronger one between the two of you, he’s the wiser one, the braver one, the list goes on. He was basically the light, meanwhile you’re everything in opposition to him; you’re weak, you’re stupid, you’re pathetic. Just like he said in your face.
You’re a failure of a Kim, you failed to carry the burden of one, and failed to carry the legacy of your parents. Only Taehyung was able to.
Because like he said, and how reality wants it, what can a disabled person do?
What else can you do other than wheel yourself around in the place you used to share with your entire family?
You realized that exactly four weeks after he just exploded, you realized that the second the alarms in the mansion began blaring endlessly and screams of servants and maids alike echoed in tune with the bullets that first started firing in your bedroom window.
You knew it when you were strapped to your own wheelchair, forced to watch as the man you feared with all your heart stood in flesh, grinning down at you.
S K I P
It was another usual night by the usual restaurant he hangs out with his buddies, laughing merrily and drinking their problems away are their plans for the night. However, it seems like fate has other plans when Taehyung was so rudely interrupted by something.
When he received a notification in the middle of dinner with his friends, he was reluctant to see it. It kept vibrating within the confines of his pants’ pocket.
He was still annoyed that he came home to a perfectly fine looking mansion and was tricked once again by his twin’s constant lies to get him home, so he thought that ignoring her would be best by now. He didn’t want to blow off again, not when he’s already so stressed about everything.
It wasn’t until his phone started going off for minutes and minutes after did he finally snapped. Steam visibly seen coming out from his red tipped ears.
“Hyung, you’re not going to pick that up?”
The infuriated leader looks towards his seatmate; Minho, who eyed him worriedly. The others were still eating and chatting around the table, so it was clear that only the younger one was aware of it.
“Seems pretty urgent to me..” he adds with a hint of reluctance.
Taehyung stands up from his seat, inwardly cursing his blood relative.
“Yeah yeah, I know.”
He picks up his pace and goes out of the restaurant in order to call whoever decided to mess with his phone at such an important group dinner, but the second he opens his device and presses the inbox with his twin’s name above it, he was silenced.
There was a picture of her sitting usually on her wheelchair, but she was crying.
Normally, he’d think nothing about this, but the obvious fact that the camera was in front of her made him think otherwise. There’s possibly someone picturing you; a third arty.
There was a caption under it.
‘ℙ𝕠𝕠𝕣 [𝕐/𝕟].’
What the fuck
Taehyung immediately began tightening his grip, if this was another one of those stupid pranks of yours..
It was another picture, one that finally shut him and his obscure thoughts down.
[Y/n] was tied down to her wheelchair, ropes unbearably tight looking and scraping through her clothing, there was a cloth wrapped around her mouth, forbidding her to speak.
The caption says,
‘ℙ𝕠𝕠𝕣 𝕓𝕚𝕘 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕙𝕖𝕣~’
He had an obvious, bad feeling about this.
This wasn’t a prank, this couldn’t be a prank. Unless she decided to take it further past her comfort zone? Yeah.. yeah, that’s probably it..
It was a clear black folder, the contents no doubt the history and the hidden riches of the Kim. Stacked away in the mentioned room, whose key is in the hands of his twin sister.
Taehyung.. despite the situation, felt so enraged.
There were riches inside, secrets that are considered his weakness, and his stupid excuse of a blood relative decided to give it just like that. No matter the reason, he was enraged.
A foot lands mercilessly on where your arm is perched on the arm rest of the wheelchair, the soles of his shoes digging against your skin as you screamed behind the cloth that draped tightly over your mouth.
Only increasing two fold when he lifted his boot and threw you off balance, falling to your side whilst tied back to your wheelchair. The uncomfortable position of being bound and laying on the ground did nothing but terrify you more.
You were shivering from the coldness of the floor and trembling because of the evident fear, weak beyond limit as your vision grew hazy.
“Hm.. he’s been reading all of it..”
As a spark of hope erupted in you, your captor hums in amusement, deadly eyes flashing you a dangerous look.
“How does it feel, huh?” he bends over to your level, his cold alabaster fingers slipping through the cloth, tugging it down.
Allowing you to speak for yourself as he cackles.
“Even if I had sent a photo, your brother doesn’t seem to be rushing for your safety.”
When his words registered itself in your mind, it struck you real hard.
The thought of him just standing idly, frozen to the bones, as if wanting to get rid of you, destroyed you completely.
But he wouldn’t do that, would he?
He was your twin. A-and you’re his younger twin, you two are of the same coin, he would surely come for you, right?
However, even if you managed to salvage all of the hope you still have for him, his voice from before entered your mind. Retelling you of the past unfortunate events you never waned to relive ever again.
‘All you do is sit and do shit around, have you ever done anything I do for the both of us?’
You tried to curl up on the cold flooring, remnants of the aftertaste of blood bitter upon your tongue.
‘You’re enough of a crap to handle around. Fuck, why am I even related to you? Tch. You’re a failure of Kim. You’re a failure of a sister.’
The tears left your eyes before you could even process it, hiccuping in the process as your blurred vision mixed in slowly with red.
Your captor; Hyunjin, tips his head with a sad yet sadistic looking smile.
“Poor you.”
He forces you out of your wheelchair, ignoring your hiccups as he forces you on your knees. The binds still digging through the surface of your red, swollen skin that had started bleeding.
Unable to keep your dizziness in control, however, you wheezed, falling face first back to the ground that was painted with crimson.
It hurt too much.
It hurt.
It hurts, it hurts it hurts ithurtsithurts---
“T-taehyung..” you sob.
Where are you?
Hyunjin laughs, grabbing handfuls of your hair and lifting you back to your knees. Your eyes coming front to the lens of the camera of his phone, your pupils dilating almost immediately at the bright flash.
“Lil’ red, where’s the hunter? Big bad wolf has to kill you now~” your body went frigid, but you didn’t dare make a move.
W-what about Jimin?
You remembered how the tears cascaded down his black, innocent like eyes when you mentioned about not seeing each other anymore.
The memory of him turning his heel on you with a now cold look planted in his face, despite the tears that fell, remained in your mind.
What about your twin?
If he was here.. you’d fight for your life, even if your legs are disabled, you’d continue to fight. If he was here--
Hyunjin taps your forehead with the barrel of a pistol.
“Come on, lil’ red. Say your last words for big brother.”
If he was here--
Taehyung was actually quick to go back in the restaurant and pick the rest of his stuff after he had received that damned photo and messages. He didn’t even try to answer their questions when they see him rushing about the place--it was rare to see him panicking, after all.
He hopped into the driver’s seat of his car, zooming into the highway past the speed limit. His knuckles were dead white as he gripped the steering wheel, the abnormal pace of his heartbeat ever present.
Taehyung curses loudly to himself as he stops, a long line of traffic way ahead of him.
His phone that was laid on the side started ringing again, but he didn’t dare.
He couldn’t answer it.
He couldn’t.
He was too afraid--too afraid to face his consequence.
So all he did was rest his forehead on the wheel, and screamed his frustration and agony out of his chest.
The answering interface of his phone beeped, leaving it on speaker so he could hear whatever was being presented from the other side of the screen.
As the booming voice of a man that sounded so familiar echoed in the car followed by his crazed, sinister laugh, he began gripping the ends of his hair and tugged it down mercilessly.
The call was actually a video call, he was able to see the place, but he couldn’t stare. All he saw was blood, so he looked away.
When he heard his sister’s shaky, strained voice finally speak through. He couldn’t help but clutch the phone near his ear, desperate to hear that she was.. ‘fine’.
Her voice--that sounded so sweet but was deemed annoying in his brain a few months back, was now reduced to a small, meek voice that faded in the distance.
And when the call finally ended, his fears that were long forgotten popped back up, along with the reason - that was buried deep within - as to why he chose to continue the bloody lineage of his family, he screamed, throwing his phone towards the back seat.
His fist punched the steering wheel as the tears blurred his vision, the horn blaring continuously as he continued releasing all his built up guilt and sheer sadness.
Taehyung hits his head on the window, looking so utterly devastated when the traffic didn’t move an inch.
“No.. no, fuck, no.” his rage dies down, now helplessly clutching the wheel as he sobbed. All there was is sadness.
Guilt.
“I’m sorry.. I’m so sorry.”
He arrived at the mansion almost an hour later, and just a step down the car, the guards on patrol were shot down. Ridden of their lives.
When he stepped inside, everything appeared alright. Nothing was touched, with the exception of the maids and butlers shot on the ground, as well.
He moves towards the bridge connecting the main house to the second wing, and there, he finds the lights shut down. His feet leads him to where it thinks is right, thus appearing in the main hall. One that had a large chandelier that now only has a few lights that started flickering, one that had blood plastered all across the room and the windows.
One that contained the wheelchair on it’s side on the ground,
and the still body of his younger twin.
Taehyung’s lower lip began trembling so badly, because even if he had prepared himself to encounter this scene a while ago - for he knew he was too late - , reality still burns.
He couldn’t stop the shaking of his body as he drops onto his knees, hand taking out a small pocket knife and beginning to shakily cut off the ropes that bind her arms to her back.
He couldn’t turn her around to face him because he was too afraid to see her eyes closed, too weak to look and remember all the bad things and words he had done and said to her.
But then--
“T-Tae..”
A gasp leaves his lips when he saw her turning around, blood smeared all over her face and tears still running down her cheeks. His breath got stuck in his throat. Because she was still here.
She was still here.
Immediately responding through physical contact, Taehyung slides his arms underneath her and stands up. Wincing when he heard her hissing.
“No.. no, it’s too late for me.”
He halted in his movements, not wanting to look at her hopeless visage that used to radiate with happiness.
“Don’t. Don’t say that..” he mumbles through gritted teeth, “You can make it, you will make it out alive .!” he demands, almost instantly beginning to rush again.
But then.
“I feel more than alive in your arms, Taehyung.”
And that’s when he broke down completely.
A cracked sob leaves his mouth sharply as he falls back to the floor, gently placing the body of his twin on the ground. His heart began clenching in pain, his tears were doubling, and overall--he was feeling so broken.
His arm still around you, you hum weakly.
“When was the last time you held me like this.. ?”
Your thoughts tried to remember.
“Ah.. it was far too long a-ago.” you whisper.
He was still shaking his head.
There were no tears seen in his eyes, but he was trembling. His frame was lurched over, desperate sobs that he tried to contain were still bouncing off the walls as he succumbs to the coldness of the floor.
“Why..” you hear him whisper. “Why did you do that?”
You chuckle--or at least you tried to. You knew he would ask it either way.
“It’s all for you, Tae..” your voice grows softer, “It’s all for you..”
Maybe it’s because of the guilt riling him up, maybe it’s the sorrow finally eating him out, or maybe it’s both. Most likely. Taehyung could only inch closer to you and breathe in and out shakily as he tried engraving your pitiful form in his mind, it will be the fuel of his revenge.
He didn’t know how much time you had left, but he knew it’s too little now. So he didn’t hesitate to scoop you back up -gently- in his arms when you muttered about how cold it was in the room.
He hiccups sharply, holds back his sob, and tries not to bawl right then and there when his younger twin advances closer to his chest, snuggling closer into his leather jacket. It triggers something in his system, in his brain.
A recollection from the past; back when thunderstorms scared you nights after your parents’ death, you would sneak into his room with your teddy bear and crawl into the space beside him. He would comfort you and even speak of a few tales he had memorized from when your mother was still alive.
You would thank him for being such a good brother to you, and he would just hug you in lieu of a reply.
It was that particular memory that unknowingly made him grip your arms tightly, not like you could care anymore because of the numbness that overtook your body. Your ears are ringing, the world is spinning, and it keeps fading in and out.
He hears you hiss and watched as your trembling fingers grasped his shirt, your exhausted figure shifting closer to his warmth because it was just so cold.
“I love you, you know that, right?” came your quivering voice.
Taehyung, surprised and utterly speechless because he hasn’t heard that in over a decade, looks down at you. Heart all the more wrenching at the sound of you trying to talk to him.
He stares as you began to cry silently.
I don’t want to die
He stares as you tried to hug him tighter.
I don’t want to die
He stares as you grew weak as seconds flew by and time is wasted by his relentless, sorrow gaze.
As if he was the one dying, memories from childhood up to the time you lost control of your legs flashed before his eyes. Reliving the bittersweet time you both had gone through, and reminiscing the bliss and the pain. An image of your innocent smile, one that was drained away by impurity, showed itself before his corneas. And just now, he realized how much you meant to his world. Why he went into such businesses.
It was all for you--his sweet little sister, whom he had forgotten amidst the fame and riches he was dwelling at.
“Hey..”
All thoughts escaped his mind that instant as he snapped his eyes back to you, whose thumb had been wiping away the tears that he didn’t know had already fallen. There were none before.. why are they showing now.. ?
Maybe it’s because he knows you won’t stay by his side any longer.
”Don’t blame yourself, okay?”
Or maybe it’s because he’ll be all alone now.
He didn’t speak.
His tears were saying it all.
They were falling, one by one, down, raining on your cheeks and dripping onto the cold flooring streaked by your blood.
You felt strangely at ease, just laying there, in the arms of your beloved twin who finally held you like there was no hardships, no work, and no hate. Each tear of his sputtered out his apologies, you were close enough to know that.
“Promise me you won’t blame yourself, twintae.”
You wouldn’t want him to live the rest of his life in guilt.
The tears doubled, his eyes were shrinking and his lip trembled as he leaned down to press his forehead against your cold one. You closed your eyes, basking in the moment you know you’d slip away from in a matter of minutes.
Later on, darkness would envelop you, trapping you in a cage you can’t get out of. You would be alone in a place he’s not present.
But then ..
“I-I promise.”
Taehyung stutters, his deep voice that usually brought comfort now cracking in between.
You kept wiping his tears, your heart blooming both in pain and the feeling of being loved. For the final time.
“I promise, [Y/N]..”
It was his voice that made you smile, even at the end of your chapters, even as your body shut down and gave way, and even when you felt so frightened.
I’m scared.
As if sensing your turmoil, your desperation to stay alive even when you spoke so calmly, he leans down, and envelops you entirely in his body. Pressing his chin atop your shoulder so you won’t see how terrible he is at trying to keep his facade on.
I’m so scared, Taehyung.
A frail whimper leaves your lip instantly when you feel him draw you closer into his subsiding warmth, you whimper when you noticed how his shoulders kept shaking.
I don’t want to be alone in a place where you aren’t there.
His hand soothes your hair, as if calming you down and letting you know that he will never leave you again. As if it’s meant to say sorry.
Wheezing, you grab fistfuls of his jacket as you hugged him back. The tears that were long concealed rained down as you breathed.
I’m sorry
The blackness came to reach your eyes, and for a split second, you felt so frightened.
I’m so sorry
But then you heard his voice.
I’m so sorry
It was his voice saying your name that made you drift away peacefully; in the arms of your only brother. Your only family.
So please--
It was his voice that made your fingers slip out of his touch, out of his safety, and into the slumber you would forever be held captive in.
Please don’t leave me
It was when your hand fell limply on the floor did Taehyung’s eyes opened up, twice, in his life. The truth of the world, the pain, and the bloody reality that fucks up life. It was when he stared down at you with wide eyes and parted lips, shaking your body, did his heart began clenching. Twisting.
It was when he placed his ear over your heart desperately and heard nothing, did the once stone hearted man, broke down in a sob.
A sob that doubled into shaky pleas, whimpers, and cries, that echoed in a place he used to share with a soul that was once literally, a part of his being.
I don’t want to be alone
Taehyung, with quivering lips, stares at his twin’s pale face. Her pale lips, her blood streaked cheeks that are lightly blurred due to her tears, and her closed eyes.
Wake up
A scream of clear anguish broke free of his throat as he began shaking, the tears that were long hidden finally flowing freely.
Wake up
He can’t. He can’t accept this.
You can’t be dead. No. You promised you would stay by his side, you both promised that you two are basically forever. Eternity. He would be forever be your twin and you the same.
“Wake up!!” he screams, droplets of water dropping to onto her ice cold cheeks.
You can’t be dead.
“Wake up!!”
Taehyung finally bawls out, hands helplessly wrapping around her icy form as he breathes out puffs of air to your hands in an attempt to warm you up. To give you heat. He needed to hear you say that it’s finally fucking warm.
But even as he continued doing so, the warmth provided by him would only ever be temporary.
For you were already encased in a shroud of cold sleep.
Come back
The gang knew in less than a week, Jimin knew in less than two days. He broke it out to him first, considering he is--.. was his twin’s lover.
He can never forget how Jimin tried his hardest to show that he didn’t care, to show that he had moved on, when he clearly hasn’t. His glassy eyes deceived him.
Taehyung heard everything the second the orange haired man left his office, he heard the tiny, shaky sob that escaped him.
He didn’t miss the way his eyes were red and sore the next day, and he didn’t miss how the group went from boisterous to silent.
It was the second week when Kyun confessed something about the late girl asking to do her a favor. He spoke of every tiny detail, although he still doesn’t know what the printed papers are for, but he knew the older twin needed to know.
And boy did he did.
Taehyung was lost when he found out that [Y/n] had so willingly gave up the classified information revolving about the Kim, but he was even more downright guilty when he found out the truth.
Taehyung shakily pulls open the drawers in his twin’s room, immediately choking on his held back sobs when he spotted the all too familiar folders stacked inside safely and securely.
He takes one out and opens it, revealing the neat words and the original manuscripts written inside.
They were all safe, the secrets remained secrets.
The ones you had given the enemy were false ones, fakes. The original files were all hidden in your room.
He swallows down the lump in his throat as he breathes in heavily, in and out, continuously, as he takes a slip of parchment that was tucked in between two folders.
It was a letter, and he drops it the moment he finished reading. The tears building and crawling out of his eyes all over again as he succumbed to the guilt that’s eating him whole. Whispering out the name of the beloved twin he had badly treated before.
I swear after I finished everything in my drafts I’ll be working on Tear. It’s waaay past Halloween and--aish.
I really gotta stick to it, goodness.
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Summary : You’ve been best friends since diapers, you’ve had each other’s backs even when he became an outstanding idol. But he became so popular that he barely saw you anymore, until a short hiatus started their break, the two of you were more than ready to bond playfully yet again. The members.. clearly didn’t knew some stuff.
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“Wait, wait, waitwaitwait--what did you say?”
You bounce off your bed, not giving a damn even when your bottom landed rather roughly on the floorboards of your bedroom. Your hold on your phone shook with sheer excitement even when you were awoken by the constant ringing of the device which indicated a call.
“Yeah, bambi. I’m coming home, we’re on brrreaaaak!”
Came his giddy reply, an over excited giggle following right after. There were several murmurs in the background, no doubt from the boys; the ones who often suffer your best friend’s laughter in the middle of the night or in the wee hours of the morning when he stays up late just to video call with you.
A grin crept up to your lips as you raced for the living room, already plotting the things you used to do with Taehyung before he became so popular. All source of drowsiness gone, even if it was literally three in the morning. The phone still against your ear, you dropped on your knees and began searching for the stash of movies you used to binge watch with the group.
“When will you be landing?” you question, already having a stack of movies in your hold. Taehyung hums from the other line, “In about.. three minutes?” you squealed, slipping on the floor, the movies flying in the air, and you landing on your bum yet again.
There was a crashing sound as Taehyung winced, the smile still on his lips as he heard someone fiddling on the other end.
“Three minutes? Holy--”
“Don’t you dare finish that sentence, [Y/n]!” Seokjin pops up from the seat behind him, a hearty laugh being exchanged both through the call and the rest of the group as Taehyung’s smile softens, the already imagining the fun plans you had probably planned ever since the inception of the call.
They were rather active at such an early hour.
He missed you a bunch, the group was on tour for the last six months and those months were hell--though fun because he’d get to interact with his fans.
Now that they’re on a two month break -which, by the way, means a lot- he can juuust envision the amusement parks you’d visit together, the spicy food you’ll stuff in your mouths and cry together afterwards, and so much more.
He talked with you more, even passing the phone to some of the members who wished to talk to you, because in all honesty, they never had a proper conversation with you ever since the beginning of the tour.
He only ended the call with a goodbye when the pilot spoke that they were about to land.
As he pockets his phone, the smile on his face only grew bigger.
He can’t wait to see you.
Meanwhile, you were technically dancing in your house. Hell, your friends--your best friend is coming back home! Who wouldn’t be darn happy?
It was very early, and you wanted to pick them up, but they stopped you from doing so because one; it is early, two, you’d probably crash the car from excitement.
So, with a pout and jumping knees, you sat on the sofa, anticipating their arrival because they -apparently- had already decided on spending the night at your house that’s not really meant for one person. Luckily, their managers agreed.
In a span of thirty minutes, you had dusted off the guest rooms and arranged the beds and curtains beautifully according to their taste. The rooms were vast enough to pile their stuff in and there’s two beds in each room, it really shouldn’t be a problem.
Aaaah, you’re so nervous, nervousnervousnervousnervous--
Ding
Dong
“COMING.” you shrieked, literally. You skipped to the door, a large smile already plastered on your face as you peeled the doors open.
And who stood in the very front?
Of course.
Taehyung’s boxy grin reappeared right back as soon as he saw you, his arms already itching to engulf you in a large hug. He’d get to you first before the others possibly can.
“Bambi!!” he squealed.
He basically ran inside without invite -not like he needed one- and hugged you tightly, a euphoric whine leaving him as the two of you bounced and jumped around.
The two of you were practically screaming.
Mildly jealous of the friendship and the skinship you were sharing with Taehyung, Jimin bounces over with a whine of your name, claiming to be noticed as well. It wasn’t long before he was hugged, then Jungkook followed, then Hobi did, and the rest of them did. Even Yoongi was smiling from ear to ear and that’s saying something; he missed you as well, and no way in hell is he keeping that to himself. Namjoon’s dimples were showcased as he fussed over how they were acting like kids again.
They spent an hour with you staying up, even if they needed sleep. It was simple, all of you gathered around the living room and just kept talking non stop. Garbed in nothing but cute onesies and pajamas they dare not show in their VLive.
It was four am when Yoongi retired to sleep, claiming that his wife -the bed- is calling for him. Jin followed right after, jokingly saying that Worldwide Handsome needs his beauty sleep. Not long after that, they all did went to bed.
.. Of course, except for one.
Taehyung is seated across of you, a large smile present as he stared at you. You just did the same, because you still are processing the fact that your best friend since diapers is here in front of you after six months of being away from each other. You handled worse, sometimes they were gone for a year, or they were very busy from promotions and comebacks, but this was way more exciting and memorable. All because before you parted ways, the two of you had a terrible fight. One that even the members couldn’t mend, so you two parted with solemn, unspoken farewells.
Well, obviously, you two couldn’t live without hearing the other in a week, so as quick as it fueled, the same when it ended. In only a matter of days.
“I can’t wait for tomorrow,” he pipes up, “We agreed to let loose and relax around for the first day if you don’t mind~” you shake your head in response. You were more than happy to have them here as company.
And for a week!
“We’ll be leaving for the water park--or even the amusement park tomorrow! I can’t wait. I can’t wait. I can’t--”
As excited as he is, every one gets tired.
Thus, the interruption of his yawn in the middle of his sentence.
You chuckle, watching as he stretched and rubbed his eyes, already beginning to get drowsy from being awake for like, twelve hours.
“We’ll continue later, you have to sleep.” you suggest as you began arranging back the living room and the chairs that were used by the boys a moment ago. Instinctively, he stands up, though a bit wobbly, “I’ll help you, Bambi.” he slurs the nickname as redness spread all over your cheeks.
You wave your hand off, whining playfully as you push him to the stairs.
“Nope, not a chance, Taehyungie. I’ll be done in no time.”
Defeated and tired, he only nods, eyes half lidded as he ascended the stairs. Leaving you to work on the rest of the furniture, or at least you thought so.
Before you even get to move the sofa, his voice calls.
“Yah, I’m happy to see you again, [Y/n].”
You turn back, looking at him who’s staring at you with a sweet, charming smile that melted your heart all over.
You laugh as you wave him off, quickly spinning to resume your work and to avoid him seeing your crimson cheeks. Ah, the wonders he could do.
It was only when you heard the soft closing of the door did you smile.
“I’m happy to see you too, Tae.”
When sunlight crept into the drapes of several rooms, all were still fast asleep. With the exception of you, who had slept for three hours before waking back up in order to prepare the best darn breakfast you’ve done.
Consisting of a ton of waffles, scones, crepes, cereals--all that sweet stuff just to satisfy their craving that have been pushed down to a limit due to their work and awfully strict diet.
It was only an hour after did they start piling down one by one, the early bird surprisingly being Yoongi. No source of drowsiness seen in his face as he plops down on the seat, flashing you a smile and a quick ‘good morning’ before stuffing his mouth with crepes.
“You’re up early, suga bear.” you tease as you untie your frilly [c] apron and hang it on the hook beside the fridge.
The man grunts, “I know. I wanted to eat half of what you made--” he pauses in mid sentence to stuff an entire crepe with whipped cream in his mouth. Munching on it, he stares at you with doe, innocent eyes, “--And they’re shooking delicious.” with that, he resorts back to eating.
Snorting, you sit somewhere and started eating, as well. It wasn’t that long before Namjoon, with a book in hand, smiles at you before taking a plate and eating his breakfast.
Before you knew it, everyone came piling down to the dining room; Jungkook being the last one to arrive.
After breakfast, a kind Seokjin volunteered to help you wash the dishes and dry them while Hoseok sets up the living room to continue the stories before. In less than an hour, the eight of you were huddled up in the room in a circle. You were probably the most eager to listen, considering their tour slash vacation happened with them grouped in pairs and triads; meaning they all had stories themselves.
The morning was alright indeed, laughter was ringing in the air, embarrassing photos were revealed, playful fist fights occurred, and so much more. It felt like they were back in their debut days, when they were contented even with such few fans, when they often barge into your house as if they aren’t idols, back when BTS was just a small group waiting to embark on their journey.
When lunch barreled about, Jin offered to cook up some meals as a ‘thank you’ for rising up earlier than him just to make breakfast for the lot of them.
Taehyung kept flashing you those looks from before all over again at the middle of lunch, a knowing grin settling on his pinkish lips as it passed afternoon.
They meant it when they said ‘lazy day’.
They slept around three to four in the afternoon while you set up the television and prepared the snacks to be devoured later on, you just know they’d be up for a movie marathon in the evening. All cuddled up with thick fur blankets provided by yours truly, buckets of popcorn nestled in between legs, and opinions about the movie thrown at the poor television.
You actually made dinner right after preparing the snacks, all so you could just dine quickly, soak the plates in water and soap and wash them, then proceed to the long awaited movie marathon.
However, if you were speaking truthfully, it isn’t the movie you’re excited for.
No.. there’s something else that spiked your interest just as much it did Taehyung’s, his grin said so earlier.
So now, just as you predicted after dinner, everyone automatically went to the living room. It was a past routine the eight of you used to do all the time when they’re all just relaxing about the place.
The sofa was large enough for five people, but you decided against it and sat on the carpet instead. The closer the better, right?
Besides, it’s Rise of the Guardians, a movie you used to watch in repeat with Taehyung. Said boy is actually inched in between you and Hoseok on the floor, the rest of the boys lounging at the sofa.
The lights were turned off to give a better atmosphere, the stack of movies are already at the side, piled upon one another according to a member’s choice. Everyone gets to pick a movie they want, so all in all, there’s roughly eight hours without sleep.
It was somewhere at the middle of the movie when Namjoon goes up to get a slice of chocolate cake, which does a domino effect, everyone suddenly piling to the kitchen to get a taste of the sweet delicacy you had baked sometime in the afternoon when they are asleep. The buckets of popcorn are halfway full, so you figured they’d keep some until the end of the marathon.
Taehyung drops his head onto your lap, staring at you with twinkling eyes and a soft smile.
“Have you taken a bath yet?” you pipe up as you thread your hands through his a bit sticky hair, no doubt from the warmth. The air conditioner was just opened minutes ago, so the cold is still piling up.
He shakes his head, “Nope. I’m still waiting.” a knowing grin spreads across his lips, and you mirror it. Obviously knowing what he had in mind.
“After this movie, Tae.”
The boys start entering the room again, plates with cakes already in their hands as they sat at the same place with Jungkook eagerly playing the movie again.
Your best friend pouts,
“Fiiine.”
It was nine in the evening when the movie finished and the credits started to rill in. As expected, everyone began stretching their limbs out, some yawning and some saying how good it actually was.
Jimin was already imitating Jack Frost with Hobi as Pitch Black.
In the middle of their happy commotion, you stretched your legs before standing up and making your way towards the staircase. Taehyung was busy playing as Santa to notice you already doing your part.
You coughed.
“Hey, come on up.” came your playful call.
Everyone turn their heads to look at you in question, probably wondering who you were talking to. You needn’t say his name, his eyes already brightened in recognition.
Taehyung jumps up to his feet, happily bouncing his way over to you before stopping upon hearing a question.
“Hm? What’re you two doing after?”
Taehyung shrugs casually, facing him with a look of mild amusement.
“Old stuff, Jiminie.”
You snort, turning on your heel, planning to reach the bathroom first before he can.
“You’re so slow. Imma take a bath now, you coming?”
The boy practically jumps and speed walks over to you, not planning on being left behind.
“Mhmㅡyup, coming.” He smiles bashfully upon reaching you, and by then, you were just about to reply, when the sound of shattering plates echoed through the suddenly silent living room.
When did they stop chatting?
Concerned, you took a peek over Taehyung’s shoulder. Only for said man to look back, as well.
There was a total of four shattered plates on the carpet, luckily all ridden of chocolate and bits of cake. Six eyes stared at the two of you as if you’ve murdered someone. There’s this unusual blush scattered at Jungkook’s cheeks and Yoongi’s eyes seem to dilate more than usual.
Flustered, Jin stands up with a shaky finger pointing at the two of you accusingly. “Shower? Bathroom? Together!?” he technically screams, his eyes unnaturally wide and twitching.
You glance at Taehyung, who shrugs at you as if what the eldest had said meant nothing.
Which.. really did mean nothing.
You tip your head to the side with a hum.
“Yeah? I mean, we do it most of the time--”
“You two do whAT?!” Hoseok screams out this time, disbelief seen all over his face. Jimin and Jungkook are silent, but they’re staring at you with such intensity you fear they’re actually staring into your soul. There’s this blush at their faces.
Namjoon, Yoongi, and Jin are now fussing over one another about how they didn’t know about such a thing. That this.. routine that you and Taehyung had all over the years had been going on even when he’s an idol, right under their noses and they didn’t even knew?!
“Why are they so worked up about this?” Taehyung whispers to you, and you answer him with a shrug of your shoulders.
If there was one thing the two of you shared so much?
Obliviousness.
Amidst the chaos in the room, Jimin manages to man up and stand, his fingers twitching as he gulps.
“W-we didn’t know you two are a thing!” he exclaims, surprised and stuttering as Jungkook pipes back up to support this statement.
Everything went silent at that.
As if they were agreeing on--
“We aren’t.”
Came the unified response of you and Taehyung as the two of you grinned like Chesire cats before disappearing down the hallway.
You both were able to hear them cause an uproar yet again, this time, with everyone panicking and freaking out about your casual replies.
“You know the rule, Tae. No peeking!”
You remind him as you shed yourself of your clothing, the steam helping you in covering your body up just as the low, breathy chuckle of Taehyung rips it’s way to your ears.
“I know, I know.”
The lukewarm water surrounded you as soon as you entered the bathtub, inhaling the sweet scent of the soap and popping the bubbles that came your way.
“Cover up, Bambi~” he cooed.
You shut your eyes, doing as told as you inch towards he edge of the bathtub so there’s enough room and privacy for the two of you. The latter most likely crossed out by now.
You were with Taehyung since children, the two of you went through the same awkward phase of puberty through the years and all.
There’s basically nothing more to hide, no secrets, no nothing.
In the middle of reverie, the warm water sloshed around, indicating his entrance in the tub. A childish giggle erupts from behind you as shampoo was lathered all over your hair.
“Man, I’ve missed this.” His hands playfully skim your neck, rubbing soap all over it after he was done with your hair, causing you to laugh. Hitting his chest sharply with your elbow. He’s toned, you can tell. How many times have you walked in on him changing into a shirt?
His hands that were once upon a time smaller than yours are now twice as big and rather smooth as they traveled all over your back and shoulders, massaging them as well in the process.
The steam is warm, which is not helping with the unusual feeling blooming in you.
You haven’t seen him in months, and to think you parted ways badly before, to have him so suddenly barging back in. Doing this? Ah.. your heart.
His low humming turned out to be ‘Fake Love’, soaking his hand back into the warm water before threading it back to your scalp soothingly.
A contented sigh leaves your lips.
His hands stop just at your lower back before he pulls away, rekindling the rule you two made before entering the bathroom.
“[Y/n]..” his voice seemed way.. deeper than usual. It concerned you, so you looked over your shoulder, careful not to give way for your chest to appear on the surface of the water.
His eyes bore against yours, and there’s something in them that you can’t quite pinpoint, save for the fact that they kept flickering over to your wet hair.
“.. ?” you hum in confusion as he reached a hand out, his orbs deepening with.. like? Admiration? You didn’t know, but his fingers tenderly placed your hair neatly behind your ear, causing you to go frigid despite the warm water.
Your breathing went erratic as you realized how close his face actually was, how plump his lips looked, and how there’s this pink hue on his cheeks.
A smile breaks out on his visage.
“My turn!” he turns away from you, his broad back now facing your crimson face.
You brought a hand up to your cheeks, only to find them burning hot as you reach for the shampoo.
Your heartbeat is still racing even as you lathered his hair with shampoo and soaped his back, making sure to spread it out evenly and even massage his stiff muscles before splashing them with water, rinsing him off.
Ah, what you’d give for the submerge yourself into the bubbles.
Because when the heck did you start to like your best friend?
It didn’t stop there, oh no, it didn’t.
After drying off in your own rooms and changing into your night wear, you went out to the entrance way to the living room to join the rest in watching Men in Black, but then you saw Taehyung already there.
Staring at the screen and laughing brightly as if the tension from within the confined space the two of you were in minutes ago did no effect on him.
His eyes flickered to you ever so quickly upon realizing you were standing there, and just by his eyes and his stare, your heart jumped.
Squeaking, you retreated back to the safety of your bedroom. Trying so badly to calm down your crazy hormones.
This is your best friend we’re talking about!
You fall to your bed, thrashing around in annoyance and happiness as you whined into the fluffiness of your pillow.
Why. Is. He. Not. Leaving. Your. Mind ?!
You didn’t know how long it had passed.
The sounds of the TV is still quite loud, so you’re guessing it’s sometime around ten? Either way, your efforts of sleeping had gone down the drain because every time you decided to close your eyes, his ethereal looking face pops back up.
You’re so torn.
How could you ruin your friendship with such--
Creaaaak
You didn’t dare move.
“Bambi?”
Oh for the love of--
“I know you’re awake, [Y/n].. Can I um.. sleep here, tonight?”
Omgwhatthefuck--
Completely stunned, you roll over to look at him, only to see him staring at the ground as if it’s suddenly so attractive.
You didn’t know why he’s suddenly wanting to sleep beside you, considering you two haven’t shared a bed in three years. But maybe it’s him missing the time?
“Sure, not a problem.” you try to sound casual like you used to, but with the realization of your feelings, how can you act like it’s normal?
You like your damned best friend, niiiice going.
You scoot over as Taehyung dives into the comfort of your large bed, already pulling up the covers since it’s cold in the room.
Gulping, you turn away from him and try to calm your heart down.. again.
This should be normal.
More than normal, actually.
You’ve been in this predicament so many times that you should be used to it by now, you should’ve been able to be so calm through this phase. It’s just another chapter in the book, anyways.
But even still, you can’t help but think about the negative side.
What if he finds out?
He’ll surely leave, and then your days and nights will become cold as ice. All because of the absence of your only source of warmth in the darkest of days, and in the coldest of nights.
As you dwindle in your thoughts, trying your best to get lost in them so you can sleep off without any embarrassment, you hear the faint sound of snoring. Very, very faint, so you figured he was asleep.
Sighing in relief, you calmed down, even for just a tiny bit.
Ah, what you’d give to take a glance at him.
You knew with his face ever since children that he’d grow to be cool and handsome, but you never thought that he’d actually be this ethereal. Bare faced or not. He looks as if he’s carved by Aphrodite herself.
Losing your inner battle, you suck in a sigh before turning.
One look won’t hurt.
Ah, how much you regret thinking like so when you finally noticed that he’s actually more than awake. Only imitating the sounds of those asleep.
His hair is still lightly damp, pressing onto his forehead and glistening underneath the silver rays of the moonlight that draped past your curtains. Basking his face and body in a soft blue light, his eyes twinkling even brighter if that appeared possible.
You found yourself staring back at him, lost in his orbs.
The look in his eyes are filled with such strength, such intensity, that you can almost feel them through your chest.
His eyes showed love.
Stammering, you turn your back again, but not before a hand gently covers your shoulder.
“[Y/n].” and his voice whispers out your name.
Frozen, you let him pull you closer to his chest, his body providing an even better feeling of warmth as you remained flush against him.
His arms felt like heaven itself, encasing around you as if you are something so fragile that he just has to hold you to himself. Your legs were entangled with one another, your head pressed to his chest, letting you listen to his unknowingly fast heartbeat but even breathing.
It felt like an eternity, and you didn’t want to pull away, but you know you have to. Because this isn’t right, he’s your best friend, you’re his best friend, they shouldn’t share these.. intimate hugs.
However, even when you try to pull him away, he only pulled you in closer. Closer to his warmth and farther away from the coldest breeze of the night, underneath the covers and hidden in his arms; it’s a warm night indeed.
Seconds later and that’s when you looked up, only to spot him looking down at you, a soft smile on his lips as he tenderly caressed your cheeks.
the way that you have “love” in your ask box literally makes me flustered ajsjsj anyways, could you do a oneshot where you’re dating a member and everyone in bts likes you except for one member/members? i was thinking maybe where you’re dating a member but another member doesn’t like you and he always teases and lowkey makes fun of you, and eventually your s/o yells at him and sjsjdjd yeah something like that lolll. you can choose the pairings if you want ^^
Fufufu ;>
I hope you saw this, love! There will be a part two explaining the rest of the stuff after I’ve finished Tear~
Summary : His s/o is kind, sweet, and the opposite of Yoongi--which is probably why they love you both so much.
Well, except for one.
Words: 1.9k
A/N : I’m really sorry this took waaay too long, love! Really, really, omg. I figured this one would actually suit Yoongi and *cough* *cough* I added a tad more drama to it and a backstory for the third person :>
An infuriated Yoongi calmly questions, arms gentle the second they came in contact with your frame, hugging you to his chest.
Your clothes were caked with flour and egg white dripped off your soaked [c] hair, you were shivering both in anger and sheer sadness. You didn’t know what you’ve done to fuel the maknae - who’s currently staring at you with an unreadable face - and prank you non stop.
You had been nothing but nice to him ever since Yoongi introduced you to the band!
“What? Happy birthday! Sheesh, it was just a joke.” Jungkook stubbornly folds his arms, averts his look, and pouts his lips. But from the look on his face, there’s more to it--and your lover will find that out. Right now.
“No, no it’s not,” Yoongi flatly states, “You’ve been like this ever since you met her. What the fuck is your problem?” the younger vocalist gapes in shock, and so did you--because Yoongi never directs his cussing to a brother.
Never.
At least not now.
Jungkook breathes in, and looks at you straight in the eye, there’s a mix of malice and what seems to be sadness mixed in his chocolate eyes.
“She is the problem.”
It was another usual day in the company building, technically a free day -but Yoongi preferred to work on his songs- for the team. Since he couldn’t doze off in the dorms because of a mayhem currently being directed by Kim Seokjin himself, he decided to work his ass off in his studio.
Peacefully, may he add, but it seems like fate has different choices when he spotted a strange woman standing idly by the door of his studio, appearing to be looking for something.
He scoffs.
A fan?
“Excuse me, woman--”
She turns, and he freezes.
Twinkling [c] eyes stared at his, and redness spread all over his cheeks.
She’s beautiful.
The woman flushes red.
“O-oh, um, thank you..”
Oh fuC-- did I just--
Yoongi clears his throat, putting up his usual ‘I-don’t-give-a-damn’ attitude in order to clear away from his own humiliation.
“Sorry, but uh, why are you here?”
Real smooth, Yoongi. That’s right, keep doing--
“Oh, I’m here for..” the still unnamed girl looks at a slip of paper, “.. Suga? We have a collaboration together.”
Ah.. to hell with my life.
Flabbergasted, the man laughs awkwardly,
“Uh yeah, that’s me..”
Leave it to him to forget such a thing.
He watched as her eyes grow wide, obviously not expecting such a thing. But she handled her embarrassment rather well compared to the flustered idol slash producer. So, with a nervous giggle, she extends her hand, and flashes him an innocent, angelic smile that basically melted him down.
“I’m [Y/n].”
After a song that was produced beyond perfection came along a coffee date and Netflix, something had blossomed in the middle of work; a shy crush that developed from first impressions to bold flirting. The two of you were ecstatic to find out that not only do you share the same passion for music, but same interests, as well!
It was the sixth month when Yoongi decided to get some advice from the oldest one in the band; Seokjin, who was rather playful than helpful.
Amidst their talk, the maknae line, apparently, had been eavesdropping--because isn’t it strange that Yoongi goes home smiling from ear to ear, with a blush in his usually ‘Fuck-off’ face?
Of course, they heard everything.
And in less than a minute, the boys were screaming.
Who was the lucky girl that was able to soften the heart of a rock?
Hesitantly, the latter admitted who it was, shyly, of course.
Let’s say, they all were reduced to fanboys--all except for one.
Jungkook was the first one to snap out of his gaze, staring at his contented looking hyung who’s more than relieved to find out that the band supports him.
Feeling suddenly under the weather, the maknae leaves the group with clenched fists and gritted teeth.
You were dressed nicely when Yoongi mentioned that he wanted to introduce you to the band properly; they wanted to meet you to, actually, so you fished out the best clothes you had without looking too fancy nor too casual. It’s only the dorms, anyway, but you still need a good impression!
Yoongi, with a shy smile and red cheeks, greeted you at your front door and gave you a ride to the dorms. Assuring you that they will love you.
And they did.
Jin had whipped up his exquisite dishes you didn’t even know were home made, Hoseok giddily introduced you to everyone while excitingly sharing embarrassing stories of Yoongi -who chased him around-. Namjoon greeted you politely and shared a few casual conversations before Jimin and Taehyung comes up to play video games with you, thus leading you to the game room.
Where you found an unexpected.. man.
“Jungkook.”
The vocalist who was busy playing Overwatch gave you a small glare, one that remained unseen by the two boys. Instead, they look at you in awe.
“You know him?” Taehyung gapes at you.
You immediately stepped back, forgetting that what had happened before remained only a secret to you and to him. No one else.
You figured he kept his end of the word, and didn’t tell anyone else, which was very thoughtful of him.
“My friends used to talk about him.” You replied bluntly as you turned around without saying anything else, leaving two confused boys at your wake.
Jungkook’s stare never left as it deepened to a glare, his lips scowling. His hands basically shook everytime you show up at the dorm with a smile and a bag of food in your hands.
He watched in annoyance as his hyungs came up to crowd around you, thanking you for the meal and all.
But that didn’t stop there--oh no.
You showed up everywhere and Jungkook can’t take it.
It’s almost as if fate is messing around with him all over again and he can’t help but loathe you and even Yoongi, who had done nothing but fall in love.
But that’s what’s bugging him.
Falling in love--what a stupid thing, Jungkook mumbles one day as he assembles a trap by the front door. He’s had enough of seeing you and avoiding you at the same time, so when he heard that you’ll be visiting later, he decided to pull a harmless.. little.. prank.
And you did.
You stepped on that line you failed to notice, and seconds later, had flour falling on your hair. Jungkook did his best to hide his grin when his hyungs came running towards you, some laughing and some concerned.
“Wah, Jungkookie got you good, didn’t he?” Jimin laughs a little as he brushes some flour off your hair with Yoongi spitting fire for ‘touching’ his [Y/n].
And they all laughed, except for you. Because no, you know this isn’t a prank. No, it’s his antics coming back at you as if to say that you are not welcomed and will never be as long as he is there.
When he gave you that smug, overconfident grin you know that he had hidden very well from others, you grumbled.
Because Jeon Jungkook is here to fuck your life up again.
It didn’t stop there.
For a year straight, you endured his so called pranks, his occasional ‘friendly hair ruffling, and the bumping shoulders. You tried not to burst, you really did, because you were not the same person as before. And you are in no way hell giving in to this devil’s scheme.
But you had too much.
Even some, mainly Yoongi and Seokjin, started noticing that the pranks are now being a bit.. harsh. From flour to humiliating you publicly even when they’re in disguise?
But this day, you gave up.
Not when the prank of his is so infuriating.
And at Yoongi’s birthday too!
You had dressed up prettily because you were planning to surprise him, but turns out Jungkook had you instead.
Dating from the first ever prank, however, eggs were included. The shells cracked upon contact with your head, soaking you raw with it and mixing with the flour and even sugar. The slippery egg whites made contact with your shoes and off you tumbled to the floor on your bottom, wincing.
You sat there, humiliated as Jungkook towers over you, a proud, lopsided grin across his lips.
That’s when the rest of the boys figured it was indeed too much, so they took the initiative to call your lover who was residing in the studio working on music.
You sat, frozen and heavily embarrassed.
That was until.
“What the actual hell, Jeon?”
An infuriated Yoongi calmly questions, arms gentle the second they came in contact with your frame, hugging you to his chest.
Your clothes were caked with flour and egg white dripped off your soaked [c] hair, you were shivering both in anger and sheer sadness. You didn’t know what you’ve done to fuel the maknae - who’s currently staring at you with an unreadable face - and prank you non stop.
You had been nothing but nice to him ever since Yoongi introduced you to the band!
“What? Happy birthday! Sheesh, it was just a joke.” Jungkook stubbornly folds his arms, averts his look, and pouts his lips. But from the look on his face, there’s more to it--and your lover will find that out. Right now.
“No, no it’s not,” Yoongi flatly states, “You’ve been like this ever since you met her. What the fuck is your problem?” the younger vocalist gapes in shock, and so did you--because Yoongi never directs his cussing to a brother.
Never.
At least not now.
Jungkook breathes in, and looks at you straight in the eye, there’s a mix of malice and what seems to be sadness mixed in his chocolate eyes.
“She is the problem.”
And that’s, when you just snapped.
“Me? I’m the problem? What the hell did I do to you, huh?” you spat, prying Yoongi’s arms away as you inched closer to Jungkook, your own eyes starting to glare.
He didn’t back down.
“You showed up, that’s what!”
So much for being calm.
“I was doing fine until you decided to just walk in hyung’s life like the attention whore you are!”
By then, Yoongi was seeing red. Because how dare he insult his girl in front of him? The boys, especially Namjoon, came to hold him back. Taehyung was standing, paralyzed to think that you and his best friend are fighting.
“Excuse you,” you scoff with a laugh, “You were the one who came to me and asked me out, I was just a fool to believe you because why? Oh right!” you whirl around mockingly, ignoring the shocked looks of the boys and even Yoongi.
“You never loved me! You were such a coward that you had to break it to me over text, too. I’m here, moved on completely from such an asshat. Tried to be civil, but you’re just so damn full of yourself that you decided to fuck my life again, hm? Well sorry,” you shoved him back with a finger, the latter glancing down at you in obvious surprise.
You never stood up to him before.
“Because you’ll never have your way again, Jeon. You’re just another bad boy shot down.”
Still frustrated, you simply shook off the excess stuff you had on you before encircling your grip on your lover’s wrist. Eyes still glaring at him even as you dragged a still speechless Yoongi - ‘cause who knew you were able to spit fire - out the door.
Jungkook stood, eyes hazy and lips open as he stared at the entrance way.
Bewildered, embarrassed, and definitely in trouble.
Masterlist
Thanks for reading! And sorry if it’s short and technically based on Jungkook even if it’s a Yoongi fic.
However, there will be a part two to this that fulfills the rest of the plot here! So stay tunedddd
Summary : ➸ Sequel - ‘X’ : In which Jungkook relives the events of his past life and how his guardian angel is directly linked to it before he realizes the weight of how he acted before he ‘died’.
Words : 9.5k
Inception
Broken.. angels?
“I understand that what you’re doing is to repay what he did to you back then..”
Jungkook’s eyes widen.
Repay.. what he did to her?
What does he mean?
“.. But this is too far unacceptable, I have orders to fulfill. And if it means killing him to end misery then do it I shall, no one defies His order. Are you that willing to go against Him, [Y/n]?”
The girl stiffens, her head lifting upwards.
“T-that’s—”
The man narrows his gaze, a dimple showing on his cheek from the smirk at his lips. Without reluctance, he lifts the revolver again.
“So I thought.”
Bang!
Jungkook’s P O V
I threw the covers off of my body as I sat up, wheezing as my hand rubbed the spot against my chest in which the bullet had gone through. Only to find no spots of red nor wound, or maybe there was, considering the bandages wrapped tightly around my torso.
Panting, I scanned the place. I surely remembered I was stationed at the border, not in this.. place. My memory was slightly hazy, but I’m positive I collapsed at the middle of war with the demons—!!
“Demons.. Battle.. H-Heaven.. !?” Those were the only words that seemed to process in my mind as I scramble out of the comfy mattress of the white bed, stumbling onto my knees as I propped up in spite of the pain that erupted from the pits of my chest. It burned for some reason, like my skin was scorched by fire repeatedly.
What happened?
As I grabbed my gear from the wall, the door frantically opens, causing me to shriek in shock and grasp my weapon tightly.
“Jungkook! You should be at bed—what the heavens are you doing?!”
My eyes widen as I dropped my equipment, smaller hands landing on my shoulders as the person began pushing me backwards. I was protesting ‘till the back of my knees hit the bed, thus forcing me to fall on my bottom on the spot.
“[Y-Y/n]—”
Why was she here?!
“No, no, no. You’re staying until you’re fully healed.”
The [c] haired woman says to me strictly with a stern smile present on her lips, her white wings unfurled at her back.
I felt my the corners of my mouth twitching downwards, all worry gone temporarily at the sight of her standing all fine in all glory. Nevertheless, I couldn’t help but feel annoyed.
Out of all angels who were there to visit, it just has to be her.
“But I’m fine~” I slur in sarcasm, eyes positively twinkling as I stare at her visage. I don’t know how lucky I am to have her with me. Sooo lucky.
Her nose scrunches.
I get it.
We’re not really in best terms.
“You got shot down by a Devil right after you collapsed in the middle of battle, Jungkook. You are not fine.”
There it is.
Battle.
“What’s it to you?” I snap, irritation seeping through my voice as I roll my eyes, making sure to fold my arms in added effect.
I could practically see the smoke coming from her ears.
“Be thankful for once! I saved you out there.”
I rolled my eyes again.
“Alright then hero, what happened? Did we won? Have we lost any more angels?”
I press on, fists coiled upon my lap as she takes a seat beside me -I make sure to move away though- , her eyes settled downcast at her white boots. By the look on her face, it appears I was the only casualty, but there’s something more to it.
It’s like I’ve forgotten something.
That dream from before.. wasn’t helping, either!
I mean.
Why in the Heavens would I dream of her of all angels?!
“We didn’t. They retreated back apparently, but we managed to lock their gates so they wouldn’t cause anymore further harm to us and to the humans. They were able to infiltrate the mortal world and posses those who contain weak spiritual energy, they caused havoc until us; the Guardians, managed to drive them away. You should remember that, Kook, you were a Guardian, too..”
She flinched right after she said it, but I couldn’t tell why she suddenly looked so nervous. I mean, what’s wrong with what she said? I’ll berate her later for calling me with that stupid nickname.
Speaking of which, I do remember what happened back then.
It was a normal day for us Guardians at Earth, when we suddenly received word from the Messenger that demons had entered. Now, it’s normal for demons to roam around considering evil is present either way—but the issue is that the devils had quite literally, began possessing numerous vessels all at once. And more came barging in from the underworld. So we were forced to take action, although Guardian Angels were only meant to protect their designated human, like every other angel; they were taught the means of battling or driving away an evil presence.
We were successful, but turns out there was a war raging in that somehow large space separating Heaven from Hell. The inhabitants of the latter apparently ambushed whilst others were distracted.
At that point, Senior Guardians, - me included - were called to aid in the battle. Leaving behind the Juniors in order to protect the mortals in ever there were any demons who managed to re appear back and strike again.
I was stationed with [Y/n] in the middle of battle.. it was long, I didn’t know how long. But with enough staring at her face and the bags that raged beneath her eyes, it probably lasted more than a month.
Which is often normal, for most wars against those demons lasted for years.
“I collapsed, but I didn’t know why.”
She sent me fearful look, her teeth nibbling on the soft mound called lips. There was a look of uncertainty in her eyes, as if debating whether to answer my question like statement. But that’s when I realized what she mentioned.
“You were a Guardian, too..” I whisper out the last of her words from before, my heartbeat speeding at an alarming rate.
Were.
Horror spread through my veins as I felt my wings behind me twitch in anticipation of my answer, funny how it seems like it has a life of his own.
“No, no that can’t be.” I shakily grasped her arm, staring at her with tearful eyes.
She only ever looked back with a frown. Seemingly surprised by my sudden change in attitude. I was rude to her a while ago, yes, but now that I suddenly had the truth crumbling down—I let everything drop for that moment.
“Not Jimin,” I croak out, suddenly feeling my whole world crashing down. Despite the presence of my own enemy beside me and her hand that guided my head towards her shoulder so I can weep, I wasn’t so easily comforted.
I would’ve flinched in disgust if I wasn’t sobbing right now and push her away, because why the hell would she hug me?
But I let it slide for now.
“He’s too young, [Y/n]—he was only eight!” I ultimately began sobbing as I held her flushed to my body, crying my heart out at how I failed at doing my job. I could hardly care anymore if I was hugging her like I have never before.
I was meant to protect him.
Watch him until he grow older and older, until he meets the love of his life—until he has a family right until he can finally rest in peace.
But I failed at that.
“It’s not your fault, Jungkook. You were fighting against those meant to hurt humans, meant to hurt him.”
“But he still died! How?!” I snapped furiously.
She gazes at me, forlorn.
“M-murdered..” she stammers out a reply, and I only began breaking down harder than before. Murdered, most likely by someone possessed. And I wasn’t even there to protect him.
The thought of him dying to blood loss as he waited for someone to come to his rescue.. broke my spirit.
Jimin always was a believer of angels, and proudly stated that he knew that I was there. Even if he can’t see me. That’s why I vowed to do whatever it takes to drive him out of danger, and that only increased his faith more. He was my best friend, even if he couldn’t really talk to me.
I couldn’t imagine how he cried out as his life was drained away from, praying desperately to God for help. But none came.
I didn’t came.
“I’m sorry—I’m so sorry, Jiminie.” I wailed into fabric of [Y/n]’s clothing, heartbroken. This wasn’t the first time I had lost someone, Jimin was one of the many hundreds. It was normal for any Guardian angels to lose their designated human, some had to watch them die because it was their time. Some failed. I was one of those, but Jimin was the first one I ever failed.
It hurt so much.
“Please don’t do this to yourself, Jungkook,” I hear [Y/n] mumble into my hair, pressing me closer to her warmth. “You know Jimin would never blame you.” and somehow, somehow that sent relief all over me.
That’s.. right..
Jimin was never the one to blame, but either way, I was still so sorry.
So, so, sorry.
It had been at least months after that terrible event, I still have nightmares of it every night and I always wake up to a worried [Y/n]. She’s been keeping an eye on me ever since I collapsed after sleepless nights. I couldn’t help but feel irritated at how she keeps looking after me like I’m a kid.
But then, just yesterday, there was a frantic Messenger who came stumbling upon the gates of the Supreme.
To say it was suspicious would be an understatement, because up until now not everyone knows what the Messenger had mentioned. No one.
It was just another day of my worries and I was walking around Jimin’s neighborhood, making sure to drop by his funeral and weep alongside his family. My wings were limp, it’s long feathers dragging itself on the ground as I walk aimlessly without a specific destination in mind.
I was still sad, and I couldn’t bother [Y/n] because she’s guarding over Jisoo.
I’m rude, yes, and I didn’t know how I was qualified to be an angel in the first place, but I know my limits.
I feel helpless as I wait for my upcoming duty, maybe I was going to be assigned to another human. I try to lift my spirits up, because I still had a life ahead of me.
And besides, I’ll most likely meet him in Heaven at some point!
So with a determined self, I walk around to find [Y/n]. Maybe I could tag along and at least help her in guarding Jisoo instead of troubling her, there are still wandering demons that are rather strange nowadays.
Maybe because they don’t possess humans, but they are on the hunt for the Seniors. The reason is still unknown, so it’s customary for Senior Guardians to stick around and carry enough mana to fight demons.
As I was walking, I felt a twinge of.. something, from my chest. My wings were suddenly twitching and my heart was pounding, I didn’t even knew why.
The laurel placed on my head was vibrating, meaning someone was trying to contact me up in Heaven. That was, until the voice of the Minister echoed through my mind.
‘Jungkook. There’s an outbreak.’
My heart stopped.
‘It’s right there at the neighborhood you’re at. Secure all Guardians before they are harmed.’
I nod quickly, unfurling my wings and taking flight for better transport. As I flew throughout the neighborhood, I was able to see pits of black erupting randomly from the air, indicating another open portal these filthy wretched demons were able to create.
I couldn’t believe it.
They were supposed to be locked up, it wasn’t even a year and they managed to broke free! An archangel had locked them up himself, they couldn’t have escaped that easily!
I began shouting loudly, technically screaming Latin words to the angels who looked rather frantic, frozen with their supposed humans.
As quickly as I could, told them to scurry off before a demon gets a hold of them. Assuring them that the Warriors were on their way to protect the humans themselves and the Guardians should get to safety.
Hastening, I weaved my hands into several symbols as I chanted words of the old, conjuring a portal as fast as possible. They began flying towards the portal in the speed of light, obviously not wanting to deal with the demons when they’re a step weaker.
I counted each and everyone of them because I practically memorized all assigned Guardians in the town, but I found myself freezing when I realized that [Y/n] was not there.
“Jungkook!”
Why was I worried?
I whip my head towards the portal, where I see Hoseok waving for me to fly over to safety.
Why the heck should I be worried?
“What are you doing? Get in here!” he demands, but I remained frozen in spot.
The sky parted away, and came along leagues of Warriors who were armed from head to toe in gold, just in time for me to see the black portals expanding of unbelievable size and demons came leaping about from it. It looked like an upcoming battlefield not suitable for angels who were supposed to stray away from it.
I heard a distinct, familiar scream that made me gasp.
It was her!
Hoseok screams as I closed the portal, my wings immediately flapping hysterically as I flew to where I heard the voice.
I came across an unnaturally dark alleyway, the interior dark not because of the shadows of the building, but because of a certain dangerous entity that blocked all sources of light from seeping in.
I could see a faint outline of white at the end of the alley, the light dying very slowly as if it’s life is being extracted bit by bit.
My wings twitched once more as I picked up on small, female cries.
“[Y/n]!?”
I scream as I dashed right through the darkness, piercing it -surprisingly- as I make my way to the end. I didn’t know how I did it, how I was able to ward off such strong evil, but I did and that’s all that matters.
When I reached the end of the alley, all darkness seeped away, and I expected to find [Y/n]. But there was no one there.
A sudden shrill laugh echoed through the tiny spaces, then suddenly, the darkness came back, caging and enveloping me in black. It wrapped around my body, appearing like tendrils and locking me in place. I struggled and fought, but to no avail. It was when a figure appeared and dropped itself in front of me, it’s whiteness momentarily blinding all blackness.
I couldn’t be anymore relieved.
“T-Taehyung!”
It was the archangel—thank goodness.
“Help me get out of here, I need to find [Y/n]!” I said, shrieking in pain as it clasped around me tightly, practically suffocating my wings and ridding it of it’s feathers.
There were tears bubbling in my eyes at the excruciating pain I was in, and I couldn’t understand why he wasn’t helping me.
“Taehyung!” I scream his name, my hands curling into fists as I shout over and over again.
Why is he just standing there?! His head tipped, and a small smile on his face?
That was when something materialized from between us, that figure appearing to be none other than the unconscious body of my enemy.
She was badly beaten and was unconscious.
I sigh, relieved to find out she was in good hands.
“Thank.. thank God..”
But I was quickly removed of my comfort when Taehyung’s clothes began to turn black. Portions of his face cracking off like porcelain and his eyes morphing into golden slits similar to eyes of a snake. A wicked grin slips onto his lips, and from then I noticed how sharp his teeth were.
I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.
“Yo.. you’re a.. !”
A laugh reverberates from his throat, his voice sounding raspy and so utterly low that shivers ran from my spine. It was the same laugh I have heard before!!
He tips his head to the side, his sharp tongue darting out to lick his lips.
“A demon, Kookie. A Fallen Angel.” He speaks out the truth that refused to leave me, still in the process of getting my head straight. Because this man—the one I had open my secrets to, my best friend, was no other than a demon in disguise.
That was when something just clicked inside me.
He had been in hiding for such a long time; he was there before I even got to that ethereal place at the sky. When I’ve heard of it, he came around the same time as [Y/n].
A Fallen Angel inside the perimeters of Heaven. That was impossible.. !
“I was the one who set them free, if that’s what you’re thinking.” he suddenly pipes up, trailing the blood that dripped from the unconscious girl’s temple and licking it with his long, sharp tongue.
I shiver. He appears like a snake.
All of a sudden, a baritone chuckle emits from his throat, the tendril like objects tightening and waving me around gently as if I was a toy.
“You were my second favorite, so I’ve been thinking of letting you go this once~”
Taehyung hums, lowering his tongue to swipe off the still trailing blood from [Y/n]’s temple, swiping it all the way down to her chin, golden slits of his eyes still staring into mine as if mocking me.
I couldn’t help but feel disgusted.
“After all,” he twirls a lock of [c] hair. “I only came here so I can take back what’s rightfully mine to begin with.” my eyes widen.
That’s not.. true.
“[Y-Y/n]?” I whisper. He only nods, and that infuriates me even further. How dare he take that loud, annoying girl who bothers my everyday life? “You’re a fool. You can’t drag a pure angel down to hell without the Supreme’s consent.” I spat back, feeling oddly satisfied - yet doubtful - of my answer.
Taehyung quirks up an eyebrow, and chuckles yet again.
“I can if that angel belonged in hell in the first place.”
My blood ran cold.
The world was suddenly drained of it’s colors.
All I could see was Taehyung and the floating, unconscious body of [Y/n].
She.. she’s not one of us?
As if sensing my doubtful stature, he flips the body around and parts the back of her hair tightly in two sides. There I saw, a black inscription at the back of her head; the pentagram.
I gasped loudly, trembling terribly as the laugh of the demon I treated like a brother echoed through my mind.
She was in disguise, as well!
But why would she stay up there? Why did she.. why did she fight for Heaven?
Why did she save me?
There was a look of malice in Taehyung’s eyes, his smile slowly vanishing away as he dragged his sharp fangs down the girl’s neck, his eyebrows roughly furrowed in what seems to be disbelief and anger mixed together.
“This pathetic one was eager to prove me wrong back then, we were always partnered together and our main motive was to always steal souls from the reapers and drag those spirits to inevitable doom—even if some are meant for Heaven.”
That explains the mysterious absence of new spirits back in Heaven roughly centuries ago, then.. I was only a child, but I’ve heard of it.
“One night, we were ordered to disguise ourselves as angels. Though the process hurt, because we had to be fucking drenched in holy water and be forced to do good in a place where evil is, all so we can be practiced for our task. And when we did successfully managed to get inside heaven..”
The tendrils around me slackened, no doubt form the sudden solemnity that swirled itself in the demon’s eyes. I couldn’t speak. Both because of his sudden story telling and the fact that I can see sadness in his eyes.
“.. She met you.”
Taehyung hisses.
“[Y/n] was suddenly forgetting what we were assigned to do ever since you started those stupid pranks of yours,”
Ah.. I remember that. One look at her and I know I had to do whatever it takes to annoy the heck out of her.
“She got infatuated, the prideful demon she was, she refused to back down. So she started retaliating to you, and I let her be..” his tone was softening. “But I figured that it turned out for the worst. Because after centuries of being in that forsaken place, when she saw you collapse in the battlefield after having to fight our own kind, she didn’t want to be a demon anymore.”
.. What?
Taehyung glares icily at me.
“It was you who fucking changed her. She surrendered into goodness and refused to go back, but now, I’m taking her back.”
I ultimately began struggling again, trying my very best not to spit out curses at him right then and there. He couldn’t take her back. She can’t go back there!
“Stop, don’t do that, Taehyung. She belongs here! You belong here!” I began reasoning, figuring that I’m completely useless to these black tendrils.
Demon in disguise or not, he was still a whole lot stronger. Just what is he back in their place? His power, although faltering due to being in the good side for a while now, is still rather strong.
Recognition flashed in his golden slits, almost as if the goodness in him was returning.
“Haven’t you enjoyed being in Heaven? Where everything was in peace and just harmony? Where you could live in happiness?” I started dropping every single word I can spew out of my mouth, hoping to get through him.
Taehyung looks at me neutrally now, icy glare gone, but still rather defensive.
“I did. And it felt good.” he grits his teeth, and all of a sudden, there were tears dripping from his eyes. I fell silent, he was crying.
A demon was crying.
“But I couldn’t be good.” he whispers, his voice cracking.
“I can’t be good!” he screams at me, the hairs on my arms standing sharply at the voice of his that seemed to be backed up by legions. That was when a gun, as black as the night, materialized in his hands.
I froze.
“I can’t be good—not when I am the one burdened to be defeated by that god of yours! Not when I am the one who is next in line for the damned crown in hell—not when I have evil running in my fucking blood!”
Everything was cold. There were tears streaming from his eyes, and he looked sincerely devastated. He can’t be good.. because he’s supposed to be the one to rule hell.. ? I couldn’t utter a thing as he completely broke down in front of me.
“It felt good to be by the Supreme’s side again, it felt good to be finally in the presence of those who were once my friends before. It felt good to indulge in the feeling of being accepted into the kind I was once in!” Taehyung screams, his tears doubling as he released an animalistic scream.
That was when everything... cleared to me.
His words, the little goodness left in him.. How he spoke of finally being able to be back at Heaven..
He’s .. !
“Lucifer.” I mumble.
The famous tale of the angel who was banished from Heaven because of wanting to be even more powerful than the Supreme Himself. The archangel who brought light and at the same time lost his wings.
It was Taehyung.
A humorless laugh escapes him, and if everything was cold, now everything’s dropped to zero. It was freezing.
“Yeah.. pathetic.” he chuckles bitterly, “Even if I wanted to go back. I can’t. Because I was fated to be damned.” He brought the gun to [Y/n]’s temple, face emotionless, but eyes so filled with sadness.
“I find it unfair. And [Y/n], who had been by my side ever since I had fallen from Heaven, shall be damned with me, as well.”
He clicks his tongue.
From that moment on, I just know—I had lost him to evil.
This wasn’t the Taehyung I know, anymore.
He digs the barrel of the gun deeper onto her temple.
“No, no, no, Taehyung, you can’t do this.”
His frown morphs into a sadistic grin.
“Watch me.”
Everything was in slow motion as I watched [Y/n]’s eyes flutter open, immediately reacting upon seeing that she was in the arms of the man that was her best friend.
The fear that built up on her [c] eyes took it’s sudden toll on me, and something within.. bursted.
Like a small flame, ignited and fused with more oil, exploded into bursts of scarlet and yellow. I released the loudest yell I could as light literally emanated from my chest and eyes, breaking through the strong tendrils as my wings unfurled with such accuracy. It was probably barely even a second when I got to Taehyung, sending a punch that caused him to stumble and drop the gun.
I didn’t stop there.
As [Y/n] plops herself onto the wall in shock and fear of the abrupt turn of events, I did the work.
My wings were glowing with yellow and my eyes as well, I felt powerful.
I felt like I could do anything.
So just as Taehyung was about to pick himself up from the ground, I sent my palm towards his face. Extremely bright light emanating from it as I watched him thrash on the asphalt, screaming at how bright it was, that he couldn’t stand it.
That it burns.
I pushed his head deeper to the cement, the ground cracking at my strength as I bared my teeth. Still surprisingly showing mercy.
“You’re right, you would never be good.”
I spat, spreading my wings even further and letting light emanate from it as well. I could practically see smoke coming from the demon’s body as his legion like screams intensified.
“Because you lost yourself to evil the second you refused to recognize the goodness you have left.”
I lifted my palm a little, letting him breathe but still face the murderous light.
“Never come across me again.”
I threaten, watching as his golden slits bore into mine for a split second before the ground caved in to his body. Sucking him down, probably to bring him to where he is about to rule. I got the mutual feeling that this was just his first defeat, that he would come back.
And I couldn’t blame him.
He would always come back.
I thought of it as I looked over the frozen [c] haired woman.
As long as she is here.
After a few more seconds of her staring contest with the ground, her [c] eyes finally met with mine. But unlike the usual [c], they were gold—wide and fearful.
Her disguise wore off, the tips of her wings started changing into black feathers and her skin turning into alabaster. She had fangs as sharp as a lion’s, and overall looked deadly dangerous, but strangely enough, I wasn’t afraid.
I let her run towards me, her fingers grasping the white material of my vest tightly.
“What the fuck did you do!?” I winced at her words.
But then again, she was a demon.
“Jungkook why did you do it? You shouldn’t have saved me—y-you should’ve let him take me!”
I know.
I know that I should’ve. But I couldn’t let you go back to Hell; was what I wanted to say, but of course, nothing came out of my mouth.
Her eyes started being glassy.
“You’re a damn angel, Jeon. How can an angel save a demon? Y-you’re going to get punished because of me, quick, you have to hide. I-I’ll cast a spell that will make your scent similar to that of a demon temporarily, come on!” she started rambling, pounding her fists onto my chest. As if that can help the situation.
Sighing, I grasped her wrists, stopping her on the spot as her gaze snapped up at me in fear.
Gods, were her eyes this beautiful before?
“Jungkook—!”
I leaned down and pressed my lips sharply against hers, her cold lips burned against mine. It’s as if her lips were poison, acid that melts through even the firmest of metal. It’s contrast with my own.. is addicting.
I don’t know what I’m doing.
She was still in my hold, frozen at what I am doing.
But I can’t stop.
My grasp transfers to her waist, pulling her even closer if possible, and for a second, I felt her lips open to gasp in surprise. But I’m not letting this chance slip by, so with a hand on the nape of her neck, I pull her face towards me, lips colliding again.
I can’t stop.
The kiss deepens and intensifies, I wasn’t even able to notice that she started kissing back.
This is wrong.
My wings started twitching a tad bit at the contrasting sentiment I’m continuously sharing with a demon, my body growing painfully hot at the sinful moment I’m drowning in.
Her lips were so hot, burning against mine and my tongue. Was this the lips of a demon? It was so addicting, I couldn’t stop at all.
My heart flutters in recognition, letting me realize that I’ve had bottled emotions kept up within the depths of my chest. This was the chance to let it out.
It was when she herself pushed me away, her hands covering her lips as if she didn’t enjoy it. It was like the roles here were reversed. I pushed myself onto her without permission, acting like a demon—and she just stood still.
I licked my lips, breathing a bit heavily.
What did I just do?
“Jungkook.” she whispers, her knees trembling at the slightest manner. She couldn’t believe what happened between us, and I couldn’t believe it as well.
We were both lost.
That was until..
“Guardian Jeon.”
I snapped my head towards the origin, and there I found, Arch Guardian of the North, Yoongi. His usual stoic expression was present, and it turned bitter as soon as he laid eyes on the demon who looked at him in fear.
“And treacherous she-devil.” he hisses with venom.
Feeling protective, I step in front of [Y/n], hiding her at my back. I can sense her, she felt scared, like a stray cat. Although she was made to battle against the good, she didn’t want to fight Yoongi—she didn’t want to go against the angels.
Yoongi’s stare narrows.
“Why are you protecting her, Jeongguk?”
His voice was low. Meaning that he meant business, friend or not.
I pursed my lips.
“She’s innocent.”
He growls lowly, his eyes flashing white for a brief second, indicating that he had one job that moment.
“Say that to the Judges when we get there.”
The scenes that happened before replayed itself on a large rectangular screen, showcasing it to the Judges and the Supreme himself as I was on my knees beside a silent demon.
It showed everything, there was no use in lying. Not like I would’ve done it.
It previewed all that had happened, beginning from when Taehyung showed his true nature, through the sinful act that I’ve committed, and up until now.
From the corners of my eye, I can see her trembling in fear.
I know I should be afraid, too.
Because I’d be punished for doing such a terrible thing.
Interaction with demons are a big no-no, what more if you actually kissed one?
Before I could comfort her and say that everything will be fine, the rectangular screen disappears into thin air, indicating that it was finished.
The Judges almost immediately began shouting at us, mainly me. Speaking of my treacherous actions, of how I defended and boldly stated that a demon was innocent, then kissed her.
I could tell that [Y/n] was panicking beside me, worried undoubtedly for my sake.
But I had no regrets.
It was true after all, she was innocent.
She fought against her own kind and made no moves whatsoever that can bring or exploit the weakness of us angels. She acted like a true one, a pure soul.
I was at wrong.
The Supreme raises his hand, and all there was was silence.
“Jeongguk,” his voice thunders around the place, and only did I actually tremble from my place. My heart began pounding. “You have committed something that defiles the ethereal law in this place, and breaks your stand as an angel. How were you be able to do such a vile act?”
I didn’t reply.
“Banish him to Earth!” A Judge screams.
“No, rid him of his wings!”
Another one bellows.
“Extract him of his privilege to be an angel!”
The Supreme stands up from his place, standing tall, towering over my figure.
“I have seen the truth, I thank you for speaking what is right, Jeongguk; the demon, is innocent.”
There were collective gasps around the room, and I smiled in relief.
“However.. what you’ve done—I’m afraid I couldn’t spare you, because she’s still of evil, innocent or not. I hereby declare you to be drained of your purity,”
The Judges roared, and I felt my eyes widening in shock and horror.
“To be rid of your wings, and to live as a human being.”
[Y/n] flings herself in front of the Supreme, kneeling down and ultimately started begging for a compromise.
“No, please, you can’t do this. He’s a child of yours! He’s a literal angel—why are you doing this, punish me instead!” she couldn’t look up. She couldn’t. He was of course too bright for a creature of the dark like her, but nonetheless, she begged.
For my sake.
The man bends down to her level, his hand brushing against her dark feathers.
“Innocent demon, you will take his place as a Guardian instead. But of course, you won’t be let off the hook easily, as well.”
She was crying.
I couldn’t help but lean towards her, my hand calmly wringing around her arm. She looks at me, her golden slits back to the color of [c]. There were tears that ran down her cheeks, I could tell she was guilty.
“My decision is final.” I hear him say.
I smile sadly.
“It’s alright, [Y/n].”
That was the last words I’ve ever uttered before I felt a stinging sensation from my back, I looked over my shoulder to find out that my wings were twitching. Forcefully being ripped away from the surface of my back, digging past through the skin.
[ Brief — 3rd Person ]
You cried out Jungkook’s name as you watched him scream in sheer pain. You watched as chunks of flesh detached itself from his back, the bones of his wings finally protruding out. The blood was evident everywhere as you rushed over to him.
This was your fault—you should’ve followed Taehyung back.
If you did—this wouldn’t have happened to him. He would still be an angel.
He wouldn’t be leaving his home!
However, before you could even touch his skin, he bursted into flames.
In shock, you moved away, eyes wide as you watched reds and yellows envelop his hunched form. His cries were loud, he was sobbing so badly that you wanted to hug him.
And hug him you did.
You didn’t care if they were watching a demon hug a soon to be human, deprived of his title of being an angel.
You didn’t care if the flames were eating you, but never harming you.
You cradled against his chest, sobbing out your apologies over and over again as you begged for him to forgive you.
Jungkook, for the final act, was able to stroke your hair calmly. You felt his chin resting on the crown of your head, his arm wrapping around you as his last sense of comfort, before he vanished into ash.
When you came to be, you could only stare and grasp handfuls of ash that slipped past your clenched hands. And when you took notice of your now white wings and the absence of the usual heavy feeling a devil carries, you screamed.
How long has it been?
You didn’t know.
You didn’t care.
All you ever did was sit at the bed of your ex partner slash enemy, Jungkook. Who would’ve thought you’d miss his usual antics?
Ever since his banishment—and possible reincarnation, his unit; everything up to the records and profiles of his, were immediately transferred to you. So here you were, confined in the only placed that screamed his name and presence.
There were pictures of his past chosen humans on the walls, a brief wording of who they are pasted underneath it.
Despite the prankster he is, he actually cared deep down. Especially for humans, them remaining a soft spot in his heart.
In fact, he had an album for each of his to-be-protected humans. The latest one being Jimin, whose album is filled only half. Indicating the abrupt pause of his life that wasn’t fulfilled to it’s extent.
You wondered where he is, when you were still a demon, you found out that souls who were still quite young get recreated as an angel in heaven. And in heaven, time flies. Very fast. If it was a day in Earth, it would be a hundred, what more if it was a year?
You sigh and stand up, getting ready to wear your assigned white uniform which actually differs from the rest considering your history is rather.. different than other goody two shoes. Just as you were about to button the last one in between your collarbones, you stared at the ‘X’ on it. You have gotten it after you had grown accustomed to the angels’ way of living peacefully. It somehow -told by Hoseok- depicts that you are ready to be a Guardian—just like Jungkook did.
Knock Knock
The door creaks open, a small, ‘excuse me~’ dangling in the air as you turned to look whoever decided to visit you.
It was a man around your age, black hair swept to the side with an eye smile that’s awfully contagious.
He looked familiar.
“Hi!” he chirps, “You’re [Y/n], right? The Head calls for you!”
He didn’t even wait for a reply as he disappeared as quick as he appeared.
You drag your fingers through your silk like locks, quite adamant to know who that man was. You didn’t see him before, so perhaps he was new? He had a new light around him, maybe he was a new born.
Scratching that thought off your mind, you left the place in order to enter the Hall you had been summoned at. There were a total of three angels, plus Hoseok, who was promoted to Arch Guardian the previous month ago.
“You called for me?” you mumble, fingers caressing the abnormally white petals behind you. Hoseok almost begins beaming. “Your first day starts now!” he hands you a folder, accurately similar to the ones you’ve seen fellow Guardians carrying around among themselves.
There’s even a place in the library dedicated to these folders, and there’s millions of it stacked away.
Unfazed, you pry open the folder, only to drop it in shock.
‘ Name : Jeon Jungkook ‘
Ah, what a lie that day was.
Logically speaking, it was your first day of being a Guardian. But before you could fly down to Earth to actually begin your duty, you were still.. detained, in heaven. The angels, fellow Guardians, are still off about you being in their team and all. So you need a dose of holy stuff before you are to be allowed in Earth.
It wasn’t the most exciting thing that happened, probably because they had to read and lecture you the basics of being a Guardian—as if you weren’t pretending to be one before.
Your supposed human from before, Jisoo, had already grown up with the help of a friendly angel, Wendy. So that’s not much of a bother.
So the years you spent in Heaven, spoiling yourself to numerous books and digging your nose through each informative book you can find in the library all paid off. You were to take a test and to be judged accordingly before you’re allowed, and by the time, you were afraid.
You weren’t present in Jungkook’s life for two decades because of your supposed preparatory.
But you kept your head high, believing in what seems to be.. faith, and descended the heavens to meet him.
But he was not the he used to be.
Jeon Jungkook was a mortal who had done anything but good, you found that out the second you saw him shot a man down one night. You found out he had severe hatred for everything the moment you revealed that you were his Guardian and he yelled at you.
He wasn’t that angelic. But nonetheless, you kept up with him. Because he was Jungkook, he was your partner back up there, and he had saved your life in exchange for his own.
So when you found an angel ready to shot him down because of his refusal to accept faith, to accept the presence of goodness, you knew you had to return the favor.
Once and for all.
[ Jungkook ]
What played before my eyes for who knows how long, was the very story of [Y/n] when I was banished and reincarnated.
She was eager to fly down and accompany me when I was child, but was held back because of her colleagues’ hesitance.
She prepared well in order to become the proper angel she wanted to be.
The hollowness in my chest resurfaced, and I was back at the same place I was at. It was white, it was silent, and it was peaceful.
Did I die?
Had I lost that much blood?
I’ve gotten my memories back, from when I was an angel and up until I bursted into flames. Reliving it felt warm, and my head didn’t hurt like it used to when I was racking my mind for any significant recollections of the past.
I felt free.
But with what I had done at earth, something so against the laws of heaven, would I be able to return home? My hands were stained by blood every night, my eyes so used to the sight of someone pleading helplessly for mercy, only for them to end up sprawled on their cold blood.
I was sinful.
Would I ever get accepted back there?
In the midst of the white space in the empty place of nothingness, a figure crept up. [Y/n], who wore white, but bore black wings. Her [c] eyes flashed gently with gold, and for a second I was confused with what she was.
“You showed me the purity of Heavens, I felt blessed back then.” she speaks up, twirling a small feather in her fingers. “I thank you Jungkook, really—for giving everything up for my sake, I’m glad to be able to return the favor.”
I was a bit speechless.
Return.. the favor?
The ambiance was thickening with each passing second, I only stood there. Holding my breath as if it would do me any help or comfort with the processing words in my brain.
“At, re you.. going to die? For me?” I whisper, the pieces gluing together. Like puzzle pieces that were sunned, unbeknownst that they were actually crucial.
She only ever smiled, almost bittersweet, actually.
“Well, it is the only thing I can do in order to compensate for my crimes, correct?” She lowers her head, a distant look of sadness etched upon her look, “Even with the granted authority of a guardian angel, I can’t help but remember that I was once.. a creature that deceived mankind. Deceived you.”
I couldn’t utter a word.
“I actually thought.. that when you kissed me—”
She brought her fingers to her lips.
“—I would find a way to fix everything that caused this rift between us, not like we were standing at the same plate in the first place—but I was hoping to, but obviously.. He had to banish you away, when I was clearly at fault.”
She consciously stands away from me, as if she was shy all of a sudden.
“When I was tasked to be your Guardian? I couldn’t be happier. I felt that I had that responsibility to finally guide and help you like I was supposed to in the beginning. But the inception always was a rough start, a tragedy unwilling to let go. A past voluntarily meant to be reminisced.”
“I was ready to go and see you, to make a new start for the both of us, even if you don’t remember me. But I was held back by the Seniors who claim that evil still runs afresh in my blood, so I was forced to stay. When I finally came down to Earth.. I was too late to guide you back to the right path. You were already so cruel.. so wicked, you shed blood without hesitance because of the lack of love you experienced.. the lack of guidance.”
Her words stung, it made me remember the dreadful past I lived through once. I did, I did grew up in a loveless family. Always so alone, so isolated.
I grew up with no one by my side.
“Moreover, your belief in holiness and divinity washed away because of it. You refused to acknowledge the fact that there is someone meant to help you, thus the mark; which you and I share, the bond that binds us together ever since your banishment. An insignia that only you and I can see. But it was far too late, the Supreme wasn’t this strict before. But there were rules that have to be followed, humans who refused to believe, are to be shot down by the gun of an angel. I had to save you, I had to. With what you did, with how much blood you spilled? You were meant to be in Hell. You would be thrown in Hell after what you’ve done! You’d see Taehyung--and I couldn’t let that happen.”
She had tears welling up in her eyes by now, the evident desperation thick in her voice. Meanwhile, I can only stand and register whatever was leaving her lips.
Now that I had my memories fresh and intact, I already had a visage of what Hell is like; considering I have gone there myself to rescue a few souls.
And I don’t want to go there.
No.
“Jungkook,”
Her hands landed squarely on my shoulders, snapping me out of my fearful reverie.
“I will save you.”
Thump
Thump
The tears in her eyes were starting to overflow, her glassy eyes of [c] reflecting against mine. I couldn’t say a thing.
What I was supposed to say?
Thump
Thump
“In exchange for my wings, for my life, you would be pure again!”
There was still strange euphoric feelings when I heard her.
Pure.
Cleansed of all evil.
“You would be given another chance at life, I would carry the burden of your sins--I would embrace all your imperfections and cage them in my spirit. You will be purified and cleansed and revived to a new beginning, just like how you were supposed to.”
‘Increase it!’
Her warm hands planted themselves on both sides of my face, holding it gently. In return, I overlapped those with my own, my thumb caressing the smoothness of her skin.
“[ irriY/n]..”
‘Ready? Clear!’
She shows off her pearly white grin, crystal like tears dripping past her cheeks. There was something in my chest that kept.. thumping, loudly, then stopping.
What was it?
It feels as if.. I was being.. !
“No..” I whisper, my eyes widening as soon as her hands grew cold.
“No, [Y/n], please whatever you are doing--s-stop it.”
‘Doc, we’re receiving--!’
She smiled.
“No, Jungkook. This is for you. You gave me everything, you showed me everything, it’s only fair that I do something in return.”
I shook my head repeatedly.
“But you’ll die!!”
A tiny feeble laugh leaves her throat, her thumb wiping away the tears that I hadn’t known started dripping.
This is so sickening--so irritating!
“Why?” I croak out a whisper. “Why can’t we just live? Why can’t ours end happily? Why does one of us.. always have to suffer?” I was trembling now. I couldn’t help the buckling of my knees and the shivering of my body as my shoulders jumped with each sob I tried to keep inside.
There was a flicker in her eyes that told me why.
Solemnly, she kisses my cheek. And as I had felt before, her lips were hot--similar to when she was.. !
“Because an angel and a demon cannot love, Jungkook. The Supreme only had that slight mercy to change me into an angel, even if it’s temporary. I just had to repay whatever damaged I caused before I’d be thrown into the depths of the place I belong.”
I held her hands desperately, my forehead pressing on her own as I stared into her beady eyes. The erratic pace of my heartbeat almost made it painful to bear.
“I can’t lose you, [Y/n]. If I’m bound to Hell because of my sins then so be it--as long as I can see you.” I whisper against her ears. She sighs, shaking her head.
“Have I really corrupted you so much .. that you’re willing to go to that wretched place? No, Jeon.”
“But I can’t! I can’t stand living without seeing you--how am I supposed to--”
‘Doctor, he’s showing signs of revival!’
“Now, who said you wouldn’t be seeing me again, boy? You must be foolish~” a flicker of gold flashes through her beads of [c] eyes. “I’m a demon by heart, I was created a demon. You had it wrong to underestimate me.”
My chest began burning.
Driving my attention towards it, I released a shaky exhale.
The mark was glowing like it used to before. And so was hers.
“It is time for you to live, Jungkook.”
The world around me was blurrying with each passing second that flies by, I can feel the same warmth, that acidic like warmth slowly approaching my body. The same sentiment I had felt when I was enraptured by her wickedness, her forbidden love.
I could only utter her name, and hear her sultry voice echoing as I gave in to the blinding light.
“But fear not; we are bound for eternity.”
It had been exactly three months and a half after that first and last encounter I had with [Y/n]. Months after I had awoken, screaming at the nurses for her presence. But they dare not answer me, because how? They didn’t know her.
No one did.
True to her word, everything was reversed.
My face and my name that was usually plastered on papers and glued to post-it-walls and poles were gone, replaced by a woman who goes by the name of ‘P.CH’. There were no traces of gun or any weapons in my home, nor are there the evident traces of drugs that used to litter the floor. No beer, nothing.
The money in my account is huge, perhaps that wasn’t removed.
But like everything before, I was still alone. Even a supernatural being like her can’t undo the death of my family, not like I would’ve wanted it.
By now I’m just a normal guy trying to get by in life, I’ve found a liking to mixing drinks and cocktails and such, thus the beginning of being a bartender at a local club that everyone dearly loves. I’m friends with the owner, anyway.
In day time, I study at home, hoping to gain enough knowledge to actually work at some place and earn good money.
It was like those other nights at the bar, wiping the counters until they’re polished, cleaning the glasses, and whipping up good ol’ drinks for customers and loners who drop by the counter.
It was sometime at night, most likely around eleven? I don’t know, I’m too far busy to even look at the clock. The bar always is lively, after all.
“Hey,”
I turn from wiping a glass, face first to a man probably a year or two older than me. He has jet black hair, but the lights from within the dance floor showed enough for me to make out some orange highlights in his hair.
His eyes were smiling.
He looked familiar too.
“Whip me up some of your strongest, I’m not a regular, and won’t be visiting anytime soon--I need a strong one for the night.” he adds, explaining a tad bit of his story as I nod. Hands skillfully whisking away a few bottles from the shelves that were clearly enough to knock a large man down in two to three shots, believe me, I’ve seen it.
In the process of mixing, I noticed not many was hanging around the bar section of the club. Which is rather strange.
It was only this man around.
“So what’s your name?”
I glance at him weirdly, but there he was, smiling innocently.
“.. Jungkook.” I reply, placing the bottles back on the shelves before sliding the glass towards him. I leaned against the wall in amusement, eyes never failing to stare as the strange man downed it all in one go.
I couldn’t believe what I just saw.
That was by far the strongest, even just a sip would be enough to burn tongues! But this.. dude just drank it all in a second? Ah.. that’s amazing.
He laughs, placing it back down.
“Thanks, by the way,” he whips up a couple of bills from his pockets.
Far too much, actually. But hey, who’s complaining?
Just as I was to say thank you and as I was carefully tucking the money away, he was already on his feet, walking away whilst shrugging.
“The name’s Jimin.”
I whip my head up in shock.
Could it.. could it be?
But before I could stop and ask him a couple of questions.
He was gone.
[ End of POV ]
Two figures blended rather nicely in the dim lighting of the club, far at the back. Away from drunk bodies that passed by and grinded against one another like horny teenagers.
The man chuckles, his hands weaving through hair hair of black and orange.
“I can’t believe I’m seeing him like this.”
They watch as Jungkook looks around in confusion, his pale face present even when a customer asks for a drink. Funny that he remained frozen before.
“Think he remembers me?” He questions with a breathy laugh.
A lighter hum echoes from beside him, a girl pushes locks of her hair behind her ear as her golden eyes pierced through his.
“I’m pretty sure he does, Chim. How can he forget you? It probably just surprised him that you look older than him now.” she laughs, and so does he.
“But really, I’m actually surprised they let you hang around with someone like me. I thought they’d keep you away, honestly.”
Jimin pats her back lightly.
“The Supreme is understanding. Besides, ain’t it cool that an angel and a demon are working together as a Guardian? That’ll write history!” he pipes up jokingly.
The black winged woman chuckles.
“You’re the second one to ever hang out with me. Besides, I’m special. I’m apparently the one who isn’t burning down there, plus, I’m allowed to cross over Heaven and Hell whenever I want.”
“That’s because you have goodness in you--devil or not.”
He smiles encouragingly before taking a look at his watch that chimed twelve in the midnight. Duty calls.
“Oops, we have to go.”
Jimin turns to go through the wall, already having conjured a portal - that’s invisible to the human eye, of course - that will lead them to their next apparent destination.
However, the woman stayed glued to her place.
“[Y/n]?”
You look back to see Jimin with his foot inside the portal, looking at you quizzically. You glanced back at Jungkook, who appears well and happy in his place in life. He had finally been granted of a good life.
A smile graces it’s way to your lips before you took strides towards Jimin.
“See ‘ya, bun.”
Jungkook’s ears perk up at the voice that entered his mind.
[Y/n].
Was that her?
His heartbeat increased twofold as his eyes scanned the crowd.
Was she here?
And there, as if his questions were heard.
He had seen, even for just a split second, two figures smiling at him.
An angel and a demon, smiles present, hands waving, as they disappeared.
Masterlist
Whoo, this was a lot to write. And I just finished my exams! I’m currently on a short break from school--which means I’d probably be finishing whatever are in my drafts and posting them asap!
Ciao! So em, lemme get to the point. In order to be fair with the rest of the members who have fewer fics (hyung line), I decided to do this 'package' that contains a oneshot for each member.
The title of one 'package' is the title of a BTS album, per see. And each package follows a certain theme/s that is evidently present on each fics; for now, it's Tear!
Themes in bold means that it's only a possibility, or is only seen in at least one or two fics.
Themes like this means that it's either implied or only has a bried appearance in selected fics.
Avifauna : The birds or the kinds of birds of a region, period, or environment
Supernatural
◎ He's a beautiful creature. One who had no memories when he stumbled upon your door, and one who clearly had a history when you saw enormous wings sprouting from his back.
Min Yoongi
Nemesis : An opponent or enemy that is very difficult to defeat.
Violence | Mature
◎ He was unpredictable, and deadly. So who would've thought Min Yoongi's arch nemesis was actually his childhood sweetheart?
Jung Hoseok
◎ Malicious. Dangerous. Jungkook is a cold, stone faced leader of a merciless organization. But man who has so much power, always will have such a strong weakness.
Sinister : Having an evil appearance : looking likely to cause something bad, harmful, or dangerous to happen.
Horror
◎ They all warned you not to move into that one specific house because there's someone haunting it. What did you do? Of course you moved in.
Kim Namjoon
Wicked : Morally very bad : evil
Thriller
◎ Kim Namjoon is anything but a goody two shoes. No, he's wicked. The wicked-est of them all! So when an innocent girl stumbles into his woods, whatever shall he do?
Park Jimin
Spider Lily : A flower.
Psychological | Historical | Mature
◎ You were one in his field of flowers, you were one white spider lily who bleeds into red for him. He was yours for all eternity, just as you are to him.
Kim Taehyung
Eros : Greek god ; Erotic love.
Action | Mature
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Hi im new to your page but i was wondering if there is possibility for a “La Douleur Exquise” Part 2 I love reading angst but i always want and hope for a happy ending so i was just wondering sklsldk
Originally there is no sequels assigned for it considering it’s a closed ending in which the reader decides to let go, but perhaps I can arrange some stuff here and there. I won’t exactly do a ‘happy’ one, but maybe somewhere along the lines? Thanks, anon!
hello,, i read your "goodbye" oneshot & my heart hurt so much !!!! do u have the the sequel?? pls pls :(( i love itt
Hi anon! First off, thanks for reading 'Goodbye'! And as told in it's description in the ML [Masterlist] it has a possible sequelㅡwhich means IbasicallyhaveaparttwosomewhereinmydraftslmaoPerhaps when I finish it along with the rest, I'll post it riiigt up!
