DAEGUFIED FICREC

[baeseoul]

Destruction Of A Muse (I)

( I ) ( II ) ( III ) ( IV ) ( V )

→ Genres: College Student!Reader, Underground Rapper!Yoongi, Angst, Smut. → Warnings: None. → Word Count: 6k. → A/N: This was based on a request sent in by an anon. It sparked something and I really hope you enjoy it. I’m v excited about it tbh!

Hey! Can I request a scenario where you’re in your last year of uni doing literature and lose your motivation, and it’s not till you meet a talented musician you get your ambition back? I’m yoongi biased so if it’s him that’d be fab! Thankyou!! 💞

You cupped your hands over your face, your index fingers rubbing back and forth along the bridge of your nose. Your eyes stung from staring at the white light of your laptop screen and your skull was throbbing with how much thought you were putting into your essay. A quick glance to the clock at the bottom right of the screen had a grown falling from your lips; 4;27 a.m., in two hours, you’d have to be getting ready for class. Dropping your hands to the desk with a thud, you glared at the still mostly blank word document, the cursor blinking at you as if taunting you that you hadn’t made it move in the last hour and a half or so.

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[soonuwoo]

This story made me cry. The angst is on point, well everything (technical aspect and such) about the story. I don't even have words to describe how much I like this fic. I just do. I could not ask for a better ending because it's already goooooooood.

[crystaljins]

Take a chance. | 07 FINAL

Characters: Jungkook x Reader

Word count: 14.1K

Synopsis:   You should have known the second your business partner asked you to plan his best friend’s wedding as a favour that it was going to be nothing but trouble. Especially when it turns out he’s in love with said best friend. And dying of a deadly disease because of it.

Hanahaki!au

Notes: Finales. Don’t we love them? It’s been a long journey with these two and hopefully this finishes on a note that we all feel is enough <3 Thank you guys for all the love and support you’ve shown me. I’ve been going through a really difficult and busy period of my life these past few months and I’m so grateful that you guys have loved and supported this story so much. I actually think it’s one of my most popular fics to date, and it’s definitely my biggest one. I’m so sad to see these guys go, but hopefully we can see them off with a smile 

Till next time, my lovelies <3

@trumpettay​ @usuallyunlikelyfox​ @aureumjeon

Warnings: Angst. Graphic depictions of vomiting. Mentions of illness and death. Kissing.

Masterlist

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[soonuwoo]

I discovered this fic not long ago, but it ended so soon (not that I am complaining). I'll just miss the weekly(?) update... I guess? Anyway, this fic deals with that fictional disease called Hanahaki. I've been into that recently, so while I was searching for fics like that to read, I stumbled upon this. I am grateful I did. How it was written gave me so much emotion. When the characters are in pain (emotionally), I felt a pang as well. The story line is engaging and although that cliché I-am-in-love-with-my-best-friend is there how everything played out in the story is just wonderful. I only have praises for the author. Kudos! Thank you for sharing your story to us! I hope more people would know about your story!

P.S. wrote this while at work sooooo I may or may not have put in more well-thought words here hahahhaha

[mrsmon]

Platinum

The Storybook: Frozen

Characters: Yoongi x Reader

Word Count: 6,527

Sequel to Porcelain

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[soonuwoo]

Porcelain was good enough as a standalone, but the sequel wrapped everything up and nailed me to my coffin lol (pun not intended). The ending broke my heart. Nonetheless, it was fitting. I could not ask for a better one because it was absolutely satisfying but still heartbreaking.

[mrsmon]

Porcelain

The Storybook: Frozen

Characters: Yoongi x Reader

Word Count: 7,141

Sequel: Platinum

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[soonuwoo]

When I read this (waaaay back), I was not much into reading royalty stories, but this one has a charm that captivated me, especially imagining Taehyung and Yoongi in medieval clothes hhahahahaha! Some lines in the story reminded me of Frozen (yeah, that Disney movie every kid in the neighborhood knows about), and I belatedly discovered that the story was inspired by that particular movie. Anyway, this story was written extremely well, and I have to say I loved Taehyung's character (not being biased or anything lol).

[jjkfire]

Escape

Reader x Jungkook // (???)!AU // 3696 words

Summary: Everyone has a number over their heads that says how useful they are to society from 0-100. You have a number ‘4’. You leave the city for some peace but you meet your cocky neighbour who seems to get on your nerves.

Genre: Fluff?

Y/L/N refers to your last name/family name

Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6

| You were considered a miracle child. The umbilical cord was still wrapped around your neck hours before delivery but you had entered the world safe and sound. Your parents were extremely excited. Your parents’ numbers were in the high eighties and considering the fact that your brother’s and sister’s numbers were 94 and 96 respectively, they were hoping you’d be a 98. With you being a high ninety, they’d be eligible for the high-potential stipend, allowing your family to live like royalty. For the duration of 9 months, all your parents did was plan ahead. Their dreams were about to become reality and it was all because of you.

Their dreams came crashing down a month later as they saw the small number buzzing above your head; a meager 4. They got a DNA test done (multiple times actually) but no matter what they did, they were forced to face the truth; you were undeniably theirs. The number 4 in Mandarin had a phonetic sound similar to that of the character that represented death and that’s what you represented. You represented the death of your parents’ dreams. You were a beautiful baby but every time your parents looked at you, all they could think about was what could have been.

For the past 20 years, you felt like you were the black sheep of the family. Well, obviously you were but you couldn’t understand how the people you shared the same blood with could treat you so coldly. You were often the scapegoat for your siblings and the reason for embarrassment for your parents. It was so painful to live in that house. It was difficult to watch your siblings go on to prestigious academic institutions while you were sent to the local vocational school. You loved knowledge just as much as they did and if you were given the chance, you felt like you’d be able to be just as successful. You had spent many nights in your family’s study room, reading all the materials that your siblings had brought home from school but you knew no matter how much you tried, everyone would see you as nothing but a 4.

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[soonuwoo]

What drew me into reading this story is the concept of numbers to show the value of a person in the society. It screams dystopian to me which is a genre I really really like. There may be predictable parts, but the execution of each scene as well as how it was written snatched me. All I can say is that this story gave me the right emotions.

[taekwonduh]

Voyage, Pt. 1

Summary: Five years, four friends, three lovers still stuck in the past, two love stories, one ship hundreds of miles away from shore, all set on a voyage that would change their lives from here on out.

Characters: Taehyung, Jimin, (she/her) Reader

Tags: Romance, slice of life, mild angst

Notes: After a terribly long wait, I humbly present my second project: ‘Voyage’! This mini serial is based on my First Love Commemoration Series, and will follow, in more depth, the stories of Taehyung and Jimin and their respective first loves. The serial will be about 3-4 parts long, perhaps five if I’m feeling wordy. With no further ado, please enjoy the first segment of this voyage of a lifetime!

Pt. 1, Pt. 2, Pt. 3, Pt. 4, Pt. 5, Afterthoughts

          You had hit many milestones in your twenty-four years of life—your first friendship, your first falling out, your first time attending a concert of your favourite band, your first time crying over celebrities who had no idea who you were, your high school entrance ceremony, your first boyfriend and your first break-up, graduation, attending college away from home, experiencing dorm life for the first time, making your first steps towards a career you had no idea if was right for you.  

          Twenty-four years was no small amount of time, but it had felt so short, so fleeting, you blink your eyes and suddenly foot races down school corridors to get a good spot in the lunch queue had felt like eons ago. Even at graduation, the reality of leaving your teenage years behind had not hit you—you hugged friends goodbye, thanked teachers for their guidance, took a tour of the building you spent the most beautiful years of your youth in—and you had left it all behind. In those instances it hadn’t felt so heavy, so irreversible, but when you moved into your dorm and lost yourself on campus trying to get to class, you had realised how small you were, and how gargantuan the world was.

          Adulthood. Four years into college, into your twenties, and that word still sat on your tongue like a clump of wet sand. You’d loll it around, stuff it into the pocket of your cheeks and work around it, but it was always there. You wondered when you would grow to fit the shoes you had haphazardly worn and sprinted in for the past four years, wondered if the transition would happen like a car collision—jarring, instantaneous—or if you’d slip into it unknowingly like a daydream. 

          Then one day you received an email class, and you had faded away from the lecture hall, away from the hubbub of classroom noises and your professor’s lecture on abnormal psychology, and you had found yourself standing at the foot of a very long, long flight of stairs.

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[soonuwoo]

I've read this a while back, and I think I read this twice? It's that good, the story itself and how it was written. I felt so much while reading it tbh. This may be your typical pretend relationship for the sake of saving face, but it was worth the read. I am such a trash for fics with back stories and the likes.

[soonuwoo]

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