You owned a small florist shop in the local area, you were known for always being bright and bubbly. You handled your flowers with such love and care that it was almost as if you were mothering them. Then, right across the road facing you, moved in a new shop, it took over an old desolate building. It was a tattoo studio, a small one but it seemed to be rather popular. You had barely spoke to the owner but had seen him, but he wasn’t hard to spot.
Warnings:
Angst, Fluff, Enemies to lovers (sort of, the reader isn’t very amused whenever Yoongi speaks), no smut currently but Yoongi is a flirtatious little man.
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This is my first ever publication on Tumblr, so while I’m not new to writing I’m very new to writing on here so please bear with me :) I hope you enjoy!
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You were outside your shop with a couple of flower arrangements in front of you, watering can in hand as you hummed mindlessly to yourself as you watered the arrangements. A small smile was on your face as you looked down at the arrangements after watering them, you were being paid a handsome amount of money to make some flower arrangements and a bouquet for an upcoming wedding. The colour theme was white and pink, and you knew just the flowers for that. Placing the water can down and gently picking the arrangements up you were about you go back into your shop before a voice spoke, it was Yoongi. He worked in the studio right across the road facing your shop, and it definitely clashed. His studio was dark, almost vampire esque; while your shop was rather bright, practically the complete opposite.
“Who are these for?” Yoongi asked, leaning against your shop wall on his shoulder as he took a drag of his cigarette. The smell almost nauseating as you turned your flowers away from him, as if to protect them from the smoke. “Mr and soon to be Mrs Jones,” You replied while looking at him. “They wanted a white and pink theme so I’m in charge.” You hummed. Yoongi nodded, finishing his cigarette and putting it out on the ground, the smoke leaving his lips and you could have sworn he had done it purposely in your face. Coughing slightly and swatting the smoke away from your face before speaking up. “Why can’t you smoke in front of your own shop?” You questioned as your hand went onto the door handle. He shrugged and leant off the wall, standing straight as he looked at you with such a smug grin you could have smacked him. “Well now because I wouldn’t get to see my favourite flower girl if I smoked somewhere else.” You rolled your eyes in response, opening the door and walking inside your shop, Yoongi quickly following behind as he looked around and whistled. “Very you isn’t it?” He hummed, looking at a bouquet in the shop window. You placed the arrangements you were working on in some water and turned to face him. “Don’t you have a job to attend too?” You asked, your arms over your chest. Yoongi thought for a moment before looking at you with a smirk. “Why don’t you come in? I can probably fit you in,” He began, taking a few steps over towards you. “And you can pay me, by letting me fit in you.” He purred with a wicked grin on his face. You scoffed and went behind your register, sitting down and looking at him. “I’m not into tattoos, and I’m also not into smug little shits like you.” Yoongi laughed, placing a hand over his heart in mock despair as he looked at you. “Ouch, and here I thought we were finally getting along Y/N.” He grinned. You grimaced and rolled your eyes, placing your arms on the counter in front of you and looking up at him before he spoke once again. “Okay, okay. I’ll go back to work, but I’ll definitely be back flower girl.” He hummed, walking towards to the door before looking over his shoulder and smirking at you. “Don’t miss me too much~” He purred, and with that he left. You watched him through the shop window as he made his way back to his studio, rolling your eyes as you mumbled incoherent curses before turning some music on. It definitely wasn’t going to be the end of Yoongi, it was barely the start.
summary: in which jungkook finds himself in the middle of a classic childhood disney movie
pairing: jungkook x reader
genre: fluff, crack
warnings: none
author’s note: this was just a random thing i thought of, so i wrote it down (unedited)
In the heart of a quiet city lies an ice-cream parlour just like any other. It's a rather mundane day, and before Jungkook makes the trip back to his rather lonely apartment, he decides to stop for ice cream.
Yes, the twenty five year old man with a tattoo sleeve and piercings is getting ice cream on the way home.
The bells sing above the doorway as he enters, announcing his presence to everyone inside. The warm afternoon has more than just Jungkook looking for a sweet dessert to cool him down.
He gets in line behind a young woman, beside her an even younger child, six maybe seven. The little girl laughs at something her mother says, throwing her head back and almost knocking into Jungkook. The strikingly beautiful woman smiles apologetically at him, despite having done nothing wrong.
She grabs the child's arm, laughing softly as she ushers her forward.
Despite just sparing a glance at her, Jungkook thought she looked quite young to be a mother. Though, their same coloured hair and similar laughs couldn't have been just coincidence.
The line moves quick enough, and soon Jungkook is just a step closer to his beloved vanilla gelato.
"I want oreo!" the little girl squeals, hands and face pressed up against the glass as she ogles at the all ice-cream.
"One scoop of oreo in a cup and one scoop of vanilla in a cone please," the woman says to the employee, keeping one hand on her child to make sure she doesn't fall over in all her excitement.
It's endearing and entertaining at the same time watching the girl's eyes light up as she watches the ice-cream being scooped up and put into a cup before being laid right before her eyes.
"That'll be $8.20."
The woman reaches into her bag, digging around for her money when her face drops. A surge of panic washes over her face before she frowns, hesitantly turning to her child with a guilty expression.
"I'm sorry baby, looks like we're gonna have to come back another day.."
The poor child looks devastated, bottom lip wobbling as tears well in her eyes- Jungkook would be a monster to stand back and watch her day be ruined.
"I've got it."
He steps forward, wallet already in hand as Jungkook pulls out a $10 bill.
The woman turns to him, surprised and a little embarrassed. This close, Jungkook realises she's barely up to his chin.
"Oh, please! you don't have to-" but Jungkook is already handing the money to the cashier, who accepts it.
Jungkook hands the cup of ice-cream to the little girl with a smile, and the second of hesitation on her face before she takes it is replaced with utter happiness as she takes a bite.
"Jae!" Her mother scolds her, before looking back at Jungkook.
"Thank you so much for that! Please, let me get your number so I can pay you back," she says, pulling out her phone and holding it out for Jungkook to take.
He uses a hand to lower it, shaking his head.
"There's no need, seriously."
The woman blushes, bowing slightly to show her appreciation.
"Say thank you to the nice man," she says to her child, who thanks Jungkook with a mouth full of ice-cream.
Jungkook smiles endearingly.
"No problem at all."
The woman thanks him again before they leave, and Jungkook gives her a smile before turning back to buy his own ice-cream.
Five minutes later he's walking down the street, a cone of vanilla ice cream in hand as he makes his way to the train station.
But he stops short when he sees the woman from before and Jungkook's jaw almost drops as he watches her reach into her purse and pull out a $5 bill which she hands to the street vendor before sitting down on the curb beside her kid, eating the churros that she bought with the money she supposedly didn't have.
The two of them are giggling to each other when Jungkook marches up to them, feeling utterly stupid.
"Hey woman! What the hell was that?"
The girls look up at him, then each other before they both burst out into laughter, making Jungkook even more angry.
"You scammed me!"
The woman finally stands, and Jungkook glares down at her as she approaches him, almost toe to toe when she finally looks up into his eyes.
"It's called a hustle," you smile sweetly, a mischievous glint in your honey brown eyes.
Suddenly Jungkook doesn't know whether he's meant to be angry or impressed. In all honesty, every thought flies out of his head when you're standing this close and he can notice every feature on your face, every beauty mark and tiny freckle.
"Oh my god, did you just Zootopia me?"
You laugh again, and Jungkook's resolve starts slipping even more. He feels the need to take a step back, suffocating in your presence.
"Sly fox, dumb bunny," you shrug.
"Is that even your kid?" he asks instead, nodding at the little girl still sitting on the curb munching on a churro.
"Nope, my niece." you grin wickedly, and Jungkook groans.
"This is what I get for being a good human being."
"Okay Oprah, calm down."
There's an easy smile on his face that Jungkook just can't wipe off.
Who was this beautiful, witty, woman who scammed him and why was he so attracted to her?
"I'm Yn, and if you sit down with us I'll give you a churro and maybe you'll forgive me," you don't wait for him to accept him, settling back down on the curb and grabbing a churro, turning to Jungkook and holding it up to him expectantly.
Whatever force compelling him to take it was overpowering, and soon enough Jungkook was beside you, churro in hand as he tried to figure out how it had come to this.
He tries so hard to hate the the girl next to him, she scammed him of his money! But something about you just made you impossible to be annoyed at.
"I promise that's the only time I've ever done that so please don't call the police.."
He wasn't going to anyway.
"I'm babysitting my niece today and we watched Zootopia earlier, and I thought it'd be funny to try what Nick did.. I didn't actually think it would work,"
You smile to yourself as you replay that moment in the ice cream parlour, remembering how quick Jungkook was to offer to pay. You never even interpreted it as an ego thing, something about him told you he was just that kind of person.
Jungkook is staring at the road when a ten dollar note is being shoved into his face.
"Atonement," you smile weakly when Jungkook turns to look at you rather puzzled. There's a small blush on your cheeks, he's not sure if it's embarrassment or not but either way, he shakes his head.
"Don't worry about it," he chuckles softly.
A beat of silence passes as you both just take in the quiet around you, shopkeepers bringing in their signs as they close up for the day, streetlights blinking on as the sun slowly disappears over the horizon.
Out of the corner of his eye, Jungkook sees the child, your niece, poke you inconspicuously before whispering, "Is he your boyfriend?"
Before you can ever process it, you let out a snort which makes Jungkook smile to himself as he pretends not to listen.
"Can he buy us ice-cream everyday?" she asks eagerly.
"If you ask nicely," you tease back, before hopping up and holding your hands out for your niece to grab.
"We're gonna head off before it gets totally dark," you say to Jungkook who follows you up, dusting his jeans off.
"Right.. I should probably head off too," Jungkook says.
You exchange the world's most awkward goodbye before leading your niece by the hand to the parking lot where you parked your car.
You don't know why a part of you wanted him to at least hope to see you around, but a tinge of disappointment had settled in your stomach when you walked away with just a goodbye.
You make it to your car before you hear your voice from the street.
"Wait!"
You don't know how fast you stop and turn around before Jungkook is crashing into you, an arm instantly coming around your waist to stop you from toppling over.
"Fuck- sorry!" he apologises twice for almost running you over and swearing in front of a child. Luckily she's already buckled into her seat and playing on her Ipad to notice.
"You okay?" he asks.
As if realising he's still holding you, he removes his arms letting them hang limply by his side.
"Uh, yeah.."
"I'm gonna be honest, I don't know what I'm doing here, but I just know you're witty and cool, and stunningly beautiful- I would be stupid to let you go without any way of ever seeing you again."
His admission has your cheeks burning, and you look away to hide how much it affects you.
"Not that I'm expecting anything, unless you are, 'cause in that case I'd definitely- you know what, this was so stupid and I'm probably creeping you out.. I'm so sorry, I'll leave, sorry again," you can't help but laugh as he turns away embarrassed, about to walk off when you grab his wrist and pull him back.
The low light masks his blush, and only Jungkook can feel the way his cheeks heat under your soft smile.
"Give me your phone, dumb bunny."
It's comical how fast Jungkook tears his phone out of his pocket, handing it to you and watching eagerly as you type in your number.
"Text me next time you're getting ice cream," you grin as you hand the phone back to him.
Jungkook smiles at you through the window as you climb into the driver's seat, and in the back seat is the little girl who's life he might have changed today, waving at him with the biggest smile on her face.
He didn't need to be Oprah to know he made someone happy today.
୨♡୧ let me know what you guys thought of this little one-shot! hope you liked it :]
Genre: fluff / strangers to lovers / crack / slight enemies to lovers
Word Count: 3.8k
Summary: You met in a movie theatre three years ago, hands accidentally brushing and mumbled sorries underneath your breath. That’s how you meet again for the following month, week and years to come - spilt soda and popcorn and the same mumbled sorries. The only thing you know about each other? ‘She has good taste when it comes to moviees..’ ‘He likes drinking orange Fanta..’
You grow fond of each other, but neither of you would come to admit that - coming by the same old theatre every few weeks just to get a glimpse of each other - hiding behind the desire to watch a movie (even if you’ve watched every single one that is played there).. Then one day, a certain announcement comes: *white noise* And everything comes crashing..
Warnings: none (if you count lots of popcorn munching as one)
A/N: I was going to bring out Vampire Yoon on Yoon’s birthday, but the fic was getting longer and longer - I really don’t think it will end anytime soon.. So, here we are.. A different fic on the way.. @jayhopely @mochajoon Enjoy!!! - And yes, this is my second time making banners on canva.. Happy Belated Birthday, Min Yoongi :] I’m so late, but as the saying goes: ‘Better late than never!’
THREE YEARS AGO
A bird chasing helplessly after stars in the sky, a madman chasing after lightning when in reality lightning is chasing after him..
‘Are you going to go see that movie again, Hyung?’ Jimin’s busy shuffling through shows to watch, his pink hair all over his face as he rubs at his eyes.
‘Isn’t it on Netflix?’ he reaches his hands out for a glass of water, his fuzzy duck socks poking out.
‘Oh, come on.. Jimin.. Movie theatres are different..’
‘Says Mr: ‘I don’t like people..’ ‘I’d rather sleep at home.’ ‘I want to be all by myself..’ Hypocrite!’
‘And this why they say.. You should never live with your friends.’
‘Aigoo, old man.. Just get going already,’ he shoos Yoongi away the same way one would shoo a fly away.
‘Hey, it’s true! I see you every day.. I’m getting tired of you.. I need new faces..’
‘Blah.. Blah.. Blah.. We all know you stutter when you talk to new people!’
‘Boohoo! I’ll get going now, looser!’
‘I hope you stutter, old man!’
Min Yoongi’s Taste In Movies: animated movies, anything that does not have romance in it (lies), cute cats are always welcome, monster high movies?
Your Taste In Movies: animated movies, anything that does not have romance in it (you blush way too easily), shit with good plot - end of story
‘Don’t you think it’s dumb of Seri to run away from home?’ you munch on your popcorn angrily..
‘No, I don’t think so at all.. She’s not happy.. Why should she stay..’
‘I mean, she should at least have a plan and the basic necessities to survive.. Is it really smart of her to do that?’ you point at the screen, sips of sprite and handfuls of popcorn shoved in your mouth.
‘Does anyone really plan on running away from home? I would have done the same if I was her..’
‘Oh come on mister, you look like you wouldn’t survive one day on the streets..’
‘You don’t either.’
You reach for more popcorn, only to land upon something rather hard.. Yet soft.. Callused.. Huge.. Shit, those are his hands! Not your precious precious bucket of popcorn. But you have to say, it would be nice to hold his hands. Ewww.. Gross.. What are you saying? But.. Eww.. Grosss.. Nooo!
‘Sorry,’ you pull your hands away from his - that’s when you catch a glimpse of his face as he scratches his head - and you swear you see a hint of red somewhere.. Or that could be because the chairs are red.. You must be seeing things!
‘Cute..’
Ahhhhhhhhhh! You did not mean to say that out loud! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! No! No! Boohoo! Boohoo!
‘Huh?’ his eyes widen in confusion.. What do you call that emoji kids nowadays use often.. The one with the big puppy eyes! Do emojis not have names? Is it just called what you think it looks like.. Puppy eyes emoji, hail storm emoji, evil yet cute cat face emoji? Sighs, why can’t everyone just use smiley faces? Straightforward and called smiley face.. Angry face -o- Angry face! -_- Grumpy face! ;) Flirt face! See! So much better than emojis! Okay, the congratulations emoji is cute! But, still.. Sighs.. Why emojis? And why does he look so cute!
He’s mean though.. So, no..
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Chat - Taehyung
Art Guy (Bestie): I finished a painting!!!!
You: 😮🤭
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Chat - Jungkook
Frustration: Nooooonaaa
You: 🤨
Frustration: Buy me food! I’m hungry!
You: 😑
Frustration: Is that a yes or a no? 🧐
You: 😑
Frustration: huh? 😦
You: 😑
Frustration: Ohhhh!! Thank you, Noona!!! I love you so much! 🥰
You: 😑
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Chat - Jin
Some no hand: Will you answer my phone!!
You: 😑
Some no hand: 😏
You: Why?
Some no hand: I didn’t get to give you your birthday gift yet! It just arrived!!
You: And? 😑
Some no hand: I need to know your address to be able to drop it off
You: We’ve been friends for ten years 😮
You: Plus, just text me!
Some no hand: You moved to a new place!
You: Oh 😮
You: *location attached*
Some no hand: 😬
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‘Nothing,’ you crack open a bag of chips.
‘Seaweed flavoured ones.. They taste good,’ you pretend to not hear him, your hands reaching out to offer him a fist of chips as you focus your eyes and head onto the screen.
‘Thanks,’ he makes you drop them into his popcorn bucket, his head and eyes focused onto the screen as well.
Huh! It’s not that you want to give them to him! It’s just- He looked as though he would punch you if you didn’t- Okay! Okay! He looked like he needed it, that’s all! And yeah!
‘Would you like some?’ he does not spare you a glance, the pout on his face soon wiped out by a smile as you reach your fingers to take one kernel and pop it into your mouth.
‘As I expected, way too sweet for me..’
‘It’s good though,’ three stuffed in between the plush of his lips.
‘Mine’s better..’
‘I doubt that,’ you drop some into the palm of his hands.
‘It’s *nom..* not *nom* *nom* as bad *nom* as I thought it would be.’
‘Salty though!’
‘You just have terrible taste in popcorn.. That’s all!’ he huffs and puffs, more popcorn stuffed into the walls of his pretty little cheeks.. Mr Big Bad Wolf?
‘Says you, caramel popcorn..’ your default grumpy face is on - spoiler alert: so is his.
In a room with no lights, you are unable to see anything except for when the screen flashes and the ending credits start to play.. Even when the screen completely turns black, your heart manages to flutter and drown out that darkness.. You couldn’t see a soul, but in your heart, you could see him - the smile he was desperately trying to hide - the grimace and frown he pretended to have..
Would it be silly of you to say.. That- that- You fell for him right then and there? Ahahahaaahah!!! Grossssssss!!!!! Cut the cameras now! Cut them now!!! Boo-hoo!!
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TWO YEARS AGO
‘Ahem.. Ahem.. we meet again..’ his hair a light side of yellowish-brown, his face somewhat more radiant than it was last week? Pretty earrings?
*flashbacks*
‘Jimin-ah!’ Which one looks better, the black ones or the silver ones..’
Silence follows..
‘Black? Silver?’ he jumps up and down, waving his hands at the younger who is occupied by his phone.
‘Ughh.. Silver, Hyung! It makes your eyes pop out!’
‘Ohhh.. Really?’ he opens his eyes widely, smiling almost psychopathically.
‘It does,’ a thumbs up that makes Yoongi crinkle his eyes.
‘Leather jacket or sweater?’
‘Hyung, just wear whatever.. What’s the point of dressing to impress.. It’s nice to look nice.. That sounds wrong.. But as I was saying.. It’s nice to look nice.. But it’s better to simply be yourself, whipped cream man.’
‘Sweater it is!’
‘The one with the cat peaking of its pocket?’ Jimin watches over Yoongi’s back as he picks clothes, hands grabbing for the hangers that are hung up way too high - considering how both roommates aren’t as tall as they like to think they are. Long story short - it was a built-in wardrobe that came with the apartment.
‘Mhmm,’ he nods, eyes closed and sweater in one hand.
‘Orange blossoms or cherry blossoms?’
‘Love blossoms.’
‘You’re weird..’ his face morphs into cringe - eyebrows, lips and teeth quivering with all their might
*flashback ends*
‘Don’t you think particular aspects of this show was exaggerated- a little too far?’
You give him a face.. ‘Does this man know what he’s saying?’
‘Well.. Go watch suicide squad or something.. Matilda’s a children’s movie. Children understand things better that way. Such fragile-minded beings.. I see what you mean, but I think I like it this way.’
‘Did you take up psychology?’
‘Nope.. The exercises in my English textbooks back in the day were good enough to make me a genius.’
‘The textbooks kids these days get are weak.. Aren’t they?’
‘To a certain degree.. I think it depends on what you can afford.’
‘They’ve probably never seen those big TVs we had..’
‘The flintstones? Courage the Cowardly Dog?’
‘I don’t think anyone watches those shows anymore..’
‘Damn.. They’re missing out..’
‘I know,’ he nods in agreement.
‘Speaking of which! Spy girls? Barbie movies? Monster high movies?’
‘Oh come on.. Don’t be shy!’
‘I did. They were nice. My friends made fun of me.’
‘Boohoo! They suck!’
You: 😦😠
‘Never believed in pink for girls and blue for boys anyway..’
‘Me neither.. Or anything really..’
‘Now that I think of it.. Why do we always end up watching movies on people running or sneaking away from home?’
‘Maybe it’s a prophecy of some sort.. Maybe we’ll end up eloping together to the alps!’
‘So.. The trojan war but without war, and a wooden horse.. Lost of stupidity and frozen bodies..’
‘Lots of stupidity,’ he shakes his head, this close to throwing a kernel at Matilda’s mother’s face.
‘I think they’ll kick you out for that..’
‘Reason.. Disruption of view?’ he is but a child whose shoelaces being untied makes him feel evil, ‘I’ll tell them I’m with you.’
‘Boohoo.. Eating popcorn on the side of a road.. They’ll probably tip my bucket over - the movie theatre police.. Then, I’ll have to eat you’re stinky caramel popcorn.’
‘Okay, Ms Cheese Popcorn..’
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Chat - Jimin
Jimin: How did the date go with Mrs Right?😁
Yoongi: 🤨
Jimin: You thought I didn't know? Didn’t you! Didn't you, Hyung!!!
Yoongi: I was just trying to look nice 😮
Jimin: Sure.. Sure 😣
Yoongi: Are you talking about my annoying movie mate that I keep on bumping into? Because I was just trying to look nice.. She can slip on her cheese bucket for al I care 🤨
Jimin: 🤣🤣
Yoongi: 🤨Huh?
Jimin: Nothing.. You’re just cute.. That’s all
Yoongi: 🤨
Jimin: I’m so happy for you.. You’ve made so much progress 😙
Yoongi: 🤨
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‘Pstt!! Cheese popcorn.. 4d! (the one with physical effects like fake wind, chair-moving, or water-splashing) I hate it! If there would have been regular tickets to a 2- no even if it's 3d with those ugly glasses! It’s better than this,’ he grips onto his drink for life.
‘Caramel Popcorn, when do you think Elsa will get the fuck out off of that ice palace of hers!’
‘The cold never bothers me anyway.. A very long time,’ you could have sworn you saw flying popcorn fling at Olaf (snowman).
‘I was going to watch frozen fever..’
‘You too?’
‘Frozen one is the best though..’
‘I agree..’ he endures the strong waves of wind that scatter through each aisle, ‘What would be of us if we had watched frozen fever?’
‘Boohoo!! Pretend snot.. Elsa sneezes a lot.. The movie is called frozen.. Well- this was- not a good idea.’
‘People need insurance for this.. It’s dangerous!’
‘You need insurance for everything these days! About time they open one up for movie theatres.. Supper supper dark, dangerous shit..’
‘I don’t think that’s how insurance work-’
‘I just want to live, caramel popcorn!’
‘Okay, cheese popcorn!’
‘Rats are going to come for your popcorn!’
‘Rats don’t actually like cheese! They can eat it, but they’re not crazy for it,’ you ponder on for a while, ‘Hey.. Maybe.. You’re a rat!’
‘And maybe you’re a cheese puff!’
‘Okay, rat..’
‘Okay, cheese puff..’
‘Huhh,’ you huff and puff and glare at him.
‘Cheese puff,’ he munches on more popcorn.
‘Caramel Popcorn Rat!’
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Chat - Jin
You: I keep on bumping into an annoying rat 😑
Some no hand: Did you go dumpster diving? And is it making you dumber?
You: 😑 bitch
Some no hand: Insulting this handsome face this early in the morning should be illegal 😮
You: bitch 😑
Some no hand: Again!! 😮🤭
You: BITCH 😑
Some no hand: In capital letters 😮😮😮🤭🤭🤭🤭
Some no hand: Now spilll.. What rat?
You: A caramel popcorn rat
Some no hand: Well, you hate that shit.. Looks like you found your new best friend
You: 🤨
You: Rat = Human
Some no hand: 🤭
Some no hand: I’m coming over!
You: ☹️
Some no hand: And bringing a shit load of cheesy popcorn and lemon soda!
You: 😊
Some no hand: No ‘I love You, Jinieee’? 😮
You: 🤨
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ONE YEAR LATER
‘Would you turn into seafoam for someone?’ your eyebrows are furrowed in a way one could almost presume as anger.
‘If they’re the love of my life.. Maybe..’
‘I didn’t take you for a hopeless romantic, caramel popcorn rat,’ you look at him, eyes wide and mouth open in astonishment.
‘You look like you haven’t dated anyone in decades though! So.. a hopeless romantic who has a hopeless love life.. Oh how hopeless you are, caramel popcorn rat,’ you sneak a bite of your cheese crackers - a new face in the bunch of the usual snacks you pick up.
‘No orange Fanta.. Or.. Woah! No life sustenance! Are you going broke, caramel popcorn rat?’
‘Sore throat..’
‘Have some water then,’ you don’t turn his way, you never do when you hand something over, a glance into his pretty twilight eyes and you’re done for - that is why.
‘Thanks..’ he sips tentatively, smiling your way as you continue to act as though you don’t care - when you turn to face him - that smile disappears. He too pretends to not care, sipping rapidly at his straw - neither afraid the water will swallow him alive or his throat will dry out. Simply afraid of you - and how much he’s grown to like you.
‘You should go check it out a the doctor’s office or something swee-t- cara-mel.’
The new nickname goes ignored..
‘It’s probably nothin..’
‘Hey, better safe than sorry.’
‘Scared I’ll die?’
‘Ha! Sure sure.. But here’s the truth, rat.. Who else will eat all the disgusting caramel popcorn the world has to offer in your stead.’
‘Aigoo.. There are plenty of people who like caramel popcorn just as-’
‘But they’re not you..’
‘Not me?’ his face is about to drop and melt into gumdrops - you feel it - the confusion on his face is palpable.
‘No one’s a caramel popcorn rat, but you..’
‘Okay, cheese puff..’
‘Can you come up with something better? You’re a living breathing animal and I’m a greasy fried ball rolled in cheese powder.’
‘It suits you though!’ he argues.
‘What? Do I look like a ball to you?’
‘No.. But you’re as disgusting as a cheese puff is.. So, it suits you.’
‘Rat!’ your eyes have officially descended over to the back of your head - rolling them over a few times does that.
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Chat - Jimin
Jimin: What’s her name? Your cheese puff lady?
Yoongi: No clue
Jimin: WHAT! AFTEr THreee yeaaaars?
Yoongi: She never told me
Jimin: And you didn’t ask?
Yoongi: No..
Jimin: I know four idiots
Yoongi: You yourself included?
Jimin: 🙄
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‘That ramen looks good,’ he points at the screen as he munches on a bunch of orange chocolate minibars.
‘Well.. at least you have good taste in chocolate,’ you sit yourself down, the chair threatening to snap at you.
‘I was convinced you were the type to eat hardened caramel candy out of a jar,’ he reaches into his pocket for something as you say that.
‘And- I was right!’ you glance at the sparkly piece of caramel hanging off of his skimpy little fingers.
‘Caramel Popcorn rat, always at it!’
‘Okay Cheese Crackers..’
‘They’re good,’ you sneer at him.
‘The plain ones are better..’
‘For someone who looks like caramel popcorn-’
‘Why do I look like caramel popcorn?’
‘You are what you eat!’
‘Speaking of which.. I hate cheeseeee pufffss!’
‘Woah..’ he has both of his hands covering his mouth in shock.
‘What? Did you expect me to like all the cheese-flavoured shit in the world?’
‘Mhmm,’ he nods, his eyes brimming with innocence and his head lighting up like a fucking 9-volt bulb.
‘I should give you a new name then!’
And you thought he had a good idea brewing in that stupid head of his. You swear if you were to get a brain scan on him, the dude’s head would be filled with caramel popcorn. Man is the embodiment of that shit.. He has fucking ceramic white hair - he’s a popcorn kernel! His earnings make for great caramel!
‘Moldy Cheese!’
Conclusion of the day: please do not allow this man-child with the mentality of an infant to enter a movie theatre ever again.. Please let him bring a guardian along with him.. Because otherwise, his pretty little face will end up with pretty little purples popcorn shaped kernels on them..
‘Bitter Caramel!’
Conclusion of the day: You too are a child!
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Chat - Jin
Some no Hand: Tae speaks about this caramel dude.. Why am I not let in on this caramel buffoonery.. As your best friend, I am hurt 💔
You: Rat.. Same shit
Some no hand: Ahhhhhh!!!! Rat!!! I know rattt!!! 👍
You: 🤨
Some no hand: Go snatch yourself a man, bestieeeee!!!
You: And this is coming from who?
Some no hand: The day I find myself one, you will be receiving an invitation to my wedding
You: Smooth
Some no hand: Like butter 🧈
You: Butter on popcorn is better than caramel on popcorn
Some no hand: I just like food
You: You like caramel lollipops
Some no hand: Me and Rat are coming for you.. Sleep with both eyes open
You: You don’t even know him
Some no hand: Well.. Maybe I should
You: ...
Some no hand: Someone’s jealous
You: 🤨 I hate that rat.. You can have him
Some no hand: So.. Where is this movie theatre of yours?
You: Stick to your bougie theatre and drink your American water
Some no hand: 🤭
Some no hand: Got ya!
You: 🤨
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PRESENT
Announcement: We would like to thank you for many years of support and love.. Blah blah blah blah blah.. After many years of operating, we at “Lights” have decided to bring our business to a close.. Effective as of tomorrow evening (8 pm - 10 pm).. Once again we would like to thank.. Blah blah blah blah blah blah..
What THE FUCK!!!!! 😮
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Chat - Taehyung
You: *inserts photo*
Art Bitch: Well..
You: It’s 11..
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Chat - Jimin
Yoongi: :(
Jimim: Hey! Hey!! We live in a tiny neighbourhood! You’re bound to bump into her soon!!! Have some heehee!!!
Jimim: *hoooope
Yoongi: ):
Jimim: How about we go on a little trip tomorrow, walk around the neighbourhood! We might bump into her that way!
Yoongi: :|
Jimim: Caramel fudge ice cream?
Yoongi: mhmm
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*clank*
‘Oh my!’
‘Kim Taehyung! Back seat, next to the door!’
‘Park Jimin, second to the last seat from the door!!’
‘We used to eat at the stir-fried rice cake stall in front of our school together!! It’s been so longgggg, my frieeeend!!’
‘Wait a minute!!! Do you live here!!!’ they both stare in awe.
‘I do!!!’
*meanwhile*
‘Caramel popcorn rat! You! You!’
‘Cheeese puff..’ you both stare in awe.
‘Wait a minute,’ both Taehyung and Jimin refrain from screaming their lungs out.
‘Best friend?’ Tae removes two books from the shelf and makes Jimin hold onto them, peaking through to see what happens.
‘Yes.. You?’
‘Best friend..’
‘Holy shit, my ship is sailing!’
‘Mine too!’ Jimin exclaims, the books in his hands almost plummeting to the ground - thankfully Taehyung catches them on time.
‘Okay.. So, how long do you think it will take for them to realise that they might have a huge ass crush on each other?’ Jimin almost clashes heads with Taehyung.
‘Knowing Yoongi, two decades and a half!’
‘Knowing Y/N, two decades!’
‘Well, they’re fucked.’
*meanwhile*
‘Anyway.. I’ve got to go now!’ you fiddle with your fingers, ‘It was sort of nice meeting you here.’
‘Yeah.. Sort of nice for me too. Sort of, don’t dig deep into it!
‘I won’t!’
‘Are they really going to leave like that?’ Taehyung’s this close to pushing the fucking bookshelf on them.
‘Oh! Yeah! One last thing! Yoongi.. What’s yours cheer puff? What is your- uhh name?’
He stuttered!!! 😮
‘Y/N..’
‘Decent name,’ he comments.
‘Okay.. Goodbye then!’
‘Yeah.. Goodbye.’
Could it be- could it be- sadness that you hear in his voice! 😮
‘I’m still calling you caramel popcorn rat!’ you slip a piece of paper into his pocket - the same one he soons pick up to read.
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Paper:
The boujee theatre my best friend goes to.. What is it called? Let me go ask him!!
Ahhhh!!! Butterfly Cineplex.. Meet me there, monster high movie.. The ghouls fall in love one!! Don’t be late!!
It’s okay if you don’t come.. But, it would be sad on my part.. Not that I’m sad I won’t see you again or anything!!! Sad because.. I’m saying! It would be a waste of tickets!!! That’s all! So.. please do not stand up on me, caramel popcorn rat!
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‘I did not buy this stupid caramel biscuit for you.. I just accidentally added it into my basket!’
‘And this cheese cracker shit, it slipped into the basket!’
‘Have it!’ you say in unison.
‘And to think they’ve been married for years now.’
‘Somethings just never change,’ Taehyung cracks open a can of orange fanta, clinking his can to that of Jimin’s.
‘How’s the fiance?’ Jimin asks, fidgeting with his own ring.
‘She landed yesterday!! We’ll be having our wedding this fall!!’
‘Goodness gracious, you’re going to get married a month from now on!’
‘Time flies by so fast,’ Tae smiles, his face never changing from happy sappy shit even as he listens in on at your conversation.
‘It’s not because I love you that I got you flowers,’ you hand over to Yoongi a cactus in a pot.
‘It’s not because I love you that I got you flowers too!’ he does a ninty degree turn as he passes onto you a whole ass bouquet of flowers..
‘They’re so in love.. It’s gross,’ Jimin walks over to toss his can into the trash bin.
‘It’s like I’m watching a movie when it comes to those two,’ Taehyung passes his empty can onto Jimin.
‘Sappy Soupy couple,’ Jimin sits his ass back onto the ground.
‘They never stop..’
‘They truly never do..’
‘But you know.. What always will shock me to this day is the fact that Jin Hyung was friends with both Y/N noona and Yoongi Hyung..’
‘Is.. Is friends.. Man will go mad if he hears of this.’
Hybrid BTS Reaction To When You’re Ovulating but They Know They Can’t Have You (Maknae Line)
Genre: Insinuation of smut (no actual smut)
Warnings: strong words from the boys, but c’mon you’re (reader’s) oVuLaTiNgg
A/n: I make reactions too long, I can't-
Park Jimin
You smelled so good, he couldn’t help himself. He stayed close you the entire day, always a hand on your waist or back. It was starting to annoy you after a point. “Jiminie, for how long are you going to keep invading my personal space?” you glared at him, spatula tapping in your hand. Jimin could only chuckle in embarrassment. “Baby, you wouldn’t understand, it’s a hybrid thing….”
Your eyes narrowed. “It’s a hybrid thing to just be stuck to their mate the entire day, not even letting them go to the restroom alone?” Jimin sighed in defeat. “You’re ovulating,” he explained, taking a step closer to you, as you stared at him in disbelief. “I-I’m what now?” He placed his hands on either side of you, trapping you against the kitchen counter, and brought his face down to yours. “Your body needs me, sweetheart. It’s calling out for me to fuck you full of my seed.” You gasped at his choice of words, only then noticing how his dark panther eyes had blown wide with desire.
“J-j-jimin…” you breathed out, placing your hands on his chest to keep him at a distance, but he was already so close your noses were touching and he swore he could see a tinge of fear in your eyes, which only served to turn his predatory self on even more. Your scent was permeating every one of his senses, and he wanted nothing more than to push you down on the floor and take you right then and there. But he had to control himself. “I won’t do anything right now,” he breathed against your lips. “But push me away one more time, and you’ll be feeling nothing but me for the rest of the week.”
Kim Taehyung
He was the fluffiest, sweetest dog hybrid, who always vied for your attention, making sure to scent you before you went anywhere, but that only got worse when he felt your overwhelming scent hit him first thing in the morning. No. He couldn’t let you go to work smelling like that.
“Taehyung, let me go! I’m going to be late!” You tried to pry his hands away from you, but he was holding you against his chest in an iron grip with his head buried in your neck. “Don’t you think you’ve scented me enough?”
He growled before turning you around and pressing you against the nearest wall. “No. No matter how much I scent you, it’s not going to be enough,” and he continued to lick up your neck and press a few kisses here and there, while all you could do was hold on to your shoulders to keep your balance. “Why not?” you asked, as you felt his big hands squeeze your sides harder. “You’re being overly aggressive today, taetae.”
He brought his head up from your neck to stare down at you with that stern expression he only gave you when he knew you’d skipped a meal in the name of dieting. “You can’t go to work today, not when you smell like this.” Your eyes widened in surprise. “W-what? Do I smell bad? But I just took a shower!” You successfully pushed him away from you to smell your arms and clothes yourself. Taehyung’s eyes softened. He’d have already had his way with you, but you were a little too innocent, and he couldn’t help but want to keep you tucked to his side, especially on a day like this. “I-I smell pretty fine-”
“Of course, you do,” he said, softly pulling you back into his arms to hug you close. “But as a hybrid, all I can smell is you calling out to be bred.” You gasped. “T-tae!”
“It’s true!” he defended his words. “So, either you let me tag along with you to work where I can keep an eye on you, or you stay at home and let me….” He pulled back to look you in the eye, before bending down to whisper in your ear, “Breed you.” Which only made you gasp in shock and hit his shoulder in incredulousness all the while he laughed his heart out.
Jeon Jungkook
You’d been very clear with him the moment you’d agreed to be his mate. You wanted to wait until you were ready before getting intimate, because as much as you loved him, it was still a big step for you to take, and you wanted to be completely sure before doing so. Which was exactly why one morning had you frowning at Jungkook as he begged to be taken to Taehyung’s house to play. “Y/n, please! Just for a day! I swear, I just need some time away from y-” he caught himself right on time, only to have you narrow your eyes at him in suspicion.
“Kook, your play date was just yesterday, why would you want to go back again?”
“Coz he’s taehyungie-hyung!” Jungkook’s voice rose in frustration.
“And I’m me! You promised we’d spend the day together at the mall today!” Your voice equally rose in return.
“And now I’m breaking my promise. Let me go to his house, right now, Y/n,” and his eyes bore into yours with not a sign of standing down as you stared back at him stubbornly. He knew it what he was doing wasn’t fair to you, but he had no other choice. Your scent was driving him crazy. If he spent any more time in your vicinity, he could end up jumping you, and the last thing he wanted was to hurt you.
A minute into the staring match, you sighed, giving up. “Fine. If you want to go so badly, then go.” Jungkook’s eyes lit up. Finally, he could-
“I’ll just go to the mall with Eun-woo.”
Something in him snapped and the next moment he grabbed your arm and pulled your retreating form into his hold with a guttural growl, wrapping his long leopard tail around your leg to hold you in place.
You didn’t even have time to scream as he snarled in your face, “What did you just say?”
You were frozen with shock, utterly frightened by the untamed fury in Jungkook’s dark eyes.
The moment he noticed your fear, however, he schooled his features back to normal before bending down to nip at your throat, making you yelp. Licking a trail up your neck, he stopped at your right ear, before taking the lobe between his teeth. Your heart was racing, and he could feel the fear dissipate into something else.
He pulled back to look into your eyes with a smirk.
“If you did that to get me to stay, then I’d say you’ve been successful.” He placed a hand behind your head and pushed your face closer to his, before dragging the tip of his tongue over his bottom lip. “But don’t complain later for being forced into anything.”
✂ Warnings: mentions of death, mentions of blood a lil angsty angst (i don't go into a lot of detail of death and blood and such but pls read with caution regardless angels)
✂ Word count: 1.9k
✂ Summary: Ghost-like abilities come at a price so high even well-off musicians like Jungkook struggle to pay.
✂ a/n: ahh hi hii lovies i've had this idea for months now but only jUST acted on it. pls note that this is highly unedited aHA :)) also wishing everyone a fabulous christmas and a happy new year !! and pls give feedback,, we like feedback in this household.
“Kook-ah? Are you- oh my gosh. Can you hear me?” Jin just barely conceals his urge to throw up. If he had thought blood scared him, then seeing someone he considered a brother covered in it absolutely terrified him.
He felt dizzy. He’d just arrived at the hospital for entirely different reasons and was only just notified that the maknae-est of all his maknaes was in critical condition.
Literal minutes ago he’d been wiping tears of joy and was getting ready to call his brothers when the phone in his hand started ringing. Funnily enough it was Taehyung. A sobbing Taehyung.
“No. No no no no a thousand times no. Jungkook do not play with us right now.” Hobi, much like Jin, could not handle the sight of blood. So although Jungkook's blacked out a couple of times and his eyes hurt (everything hurts) he knows it's not his imagination when he sees the stutter in Hobi's hands. He knows it's tears hitting his skin even after he'd had blood splatter on him not too long ago. He knows this because he knows Hobi.
Yoongi was outside screaming himself hoarse for letting Jungkook leave the house in the goddamn witching hours. Namjoon was talking to a doctor about Jungkook’s condition nearby, trying his best to look calm all while his voice shook and quivered and faltered. Taehyung had been in a corner of the room sobbing since the six of them had rushed to the hospital after an urgent call from a passerby who’d witnessed Jungkook fly off his motorcycle upon collision with a lorry.
Jimin was trying with much fail to hold his tears at bay as he brushed Jungkook’s blood covered hair out of his eyes. Cursing himself when he choked on a sob in the middle of telling his maknae that everything would be ok, that he would be ok. Because Jimin took his job as Jungkook’s emergency contact very seriously whether or not someone had said it as a joke.
“I’m sorry Mr. Kim, but there’s nothing we can do for him right now.” The doctor smiled sympathetically, rubbing the bridge of his nose tiredly. “His rib broke on impact of the collision and punctured his lung which collapsed soon after as well as the fact that he’s lost too much blood.”
“There’s got to be something you can do. Please, please just try I can’t- he can’t die please.” Namjoon begs. He’s ready to go down on his knees right here right now because Jungkook dying isn’t something he’s ever thought about but it’s about to be something he won't ever unthink. He hasn't even begun to think of what he's supposed to tell army.
“I’m truly sorry. Jeon Jungkook, time of death is 4:52 a.m.”
If Yoongi was asked to pick a moment in life that he regrets most he’s not sure if it would be when he let Jungkook leave the house about two hours ago or his decision to walk back into the hospital room just to hear the doctor announce Jungkook’s time of death.
His legs crumple beneath him.
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“No because how- what even?” If Jungkook is surprised, he lets it show. Minutes ago he was struggling for breath covered in his own blood and now he’s standing in a pristine white room in a line of people with glowing skin. He looks down at his arms to see he too is glowing a bright white colour.
“It’s your turn, go on.” A voice behind him whispers giving him a slight push to walk up to the stage.
“Jeon Jungkook, age twenty four, died at 4:52a.m today…” The voice drones on about other facts Jungkook already knows but his mind is elsewhere. Died? He’s dead? Is that why he’s glowing? Is that why everyone here is glowing? Because they’re dead?
“Jungkook, you have been judged to have been righteous. You may opt to go back down to earth as an imaginary friend or you can continue on to the afterlife.” The voice booms.
Quite honestly Jungkook is in shock. The voice had him at “died”.
After a beat's silence the voice decides to continue, this time offering more clarity about the situation.
“Jeon Jungkook, I understand this might still be shocking to you, but you died a couple of minutes ago. Once someone dies, they are judged and if they are deemed to have been a bad person, they are thrown down to burn. If they are deemed a good person they are given the option to move on to the afterlife or if they miss earth, they may go back down as an imaginary friend to a newborn child whom they will guide for as long as the child believes in their existence. Once the child no longer believes there is such a thing as imaginary friends, the person is teleported automatically to the afterlife. Any questions?”
“So as an imaginary friend I’d be a ghost?” Jungkook was not ready to leave the earth behind yet. Even if it meant only observing people live the life he wanted to live he’d be content. He just wanted to see his brothers again.
“Something like that, it’s not easy to explain, it’s more of a kinesthetic learning thing.”
Somehow, Jungkook felt tranquil. His eyes fluttered shut, opening when he felt himself land after what felt like he was flying. He was standing outside a door. The smell of disinfectant alerted him to the fact that he was in a hospital. He could’ve sworn something about the hallways was familiar but he couldn’t place what.
Jungkook apparently has goldfish memory because not even five minutes ago he’d been told he was somewhat a ghost now but he still moves to knock on the door in front of him. His hand, much to his shock, phases right through the door and he stumbles right into the room.
He’s met with a young woman holding a screaming little bundle. The woman was facing down and her shoulders shook slightly. Jungkook only just noticed she was crying.
Almost unconsciously he strides over to the bed. His hands ghost the baby’s cheeks and the mother looks up. He tenses up, apologies already at the tip of his tongue. He knows she can’t see him but it feels like she’s looking right into his soul.
Jungkook’s memories hit him like a freight train. The woman before him is Jin’s girlfriend, Chungae. The hallways of the hospital seemed familiar to him because he’d gotten glimpses of them as he was being wheeled into the ICU.
His whirring mind screeches to a halt. If that’s Chungae, then the little girl must be Jin’s daughter.
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They named her Ki. It's something Jungkook thinks about daily. Something he's cried and laughed about in equal measure.
Six years down the line, Jungkook had learned that he looked like a child to Ki. She saw him as a six year old Jungkook. She’d seen him as his twenty four year old self on the day of her birth. He’d managed to get her to sleep just as a bleary eyed Jin had stumbled into the room looking every bit exhausted. From then on, he’d aged with her.
They had named her Ki. Jungkook smiles a sad soft smile. Silently, he promises to look after her as well as he can. He will know all her problems and solve them. He swears it.
He’s pulled from his thoughts when he hears Ki babbling on about something to Jin. His now small feet are soundless as they hit the tiles of Jin’s house, trying to hear what the little one was on about this time.
“You should meet him appa!” Ki was grinning and waving her hands about her.
“Sure princess. Tell me more about this imaginary friend of yours.” Jin smiles an amused smile watching as his daughter’s features fold in frustration.
“He’s not imaginary appa, don’t say that or you’ll make him sad. He’s real. His name is Jungkook and he’s right here you know.”
Jin swears he hasn’t felt this nauseous in six years. Jungkook can only watch on as his eyes welled up in tears and his lip wobbled.
If Jin thought hearing the doctor announce Kook’s time of death was painful, he didn’t know how to describe this feeling now.
Jin swears his heart was being wrung. His vision blurred and his stomach dropped. He groped the floor around where he was seated trying to feel for his phone. The boys had always been his support system and right now he felt as though he might collapse.
“Kook, what’s wrong with appa?” Ki’s eyes are wide as she regards her father, turning to shoot a questioning glance at Jungkook.
Jungkook kows he doesn't have a physical body anymore, but he swears he can feel his heart race and the tears prickling at his eyes. He moves to go and comfort Jin but falters in his step when his hand goes through his hyung’s shoulder.
Ah yes. The ghost-like abilities, or "something like that”. The price he had to pay to see his friends again was high.
This is the first time Ki sees him cry.
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Ki has a wild imagination, she knows this. She knew this when she was six and she completely and utterly shocked her father at the mention of her imaginary friend. She knew this at nine when she was caricatured for having an imaginary friend. And she knows this now as a twenty four year old who still can’t seem to put the idea of her imaginary friend to rest.
Of all her uncles, Taehyung seemed to understand this the best. Not to say the others didn’t understand this, he just seemed to almost see Jungkook too. He accepted Jugkook’s presence like he could see him too. He left the right amount of space for Jungkook to sit whenever he was over at Jin's.
However, if Ki thought the nine year olds that taunted her were mean, she had another thing coming. She has had to stuff Jungkook in the back of her mind for fear of all the names she'd been called before resurfacing.
Against any resistance put up by Jungkook or her own mind, Ki is trying. Trying to force herself to accept that he isn’t in fact real and is purely a figment of her imagination. Telling herself that she should grow up.
Jungkook remembers the voice telling him that so long as his assigned child believed in his existence he would remain on earth as their imaginary friend. Ki never wants to speak with him anymore, but he knows she still believes in him, seeing as he hasn’t been teleported to the afterlife.
Jungkook knows all your problems, so he knows the real reason for your car crash. He knew stress had been getting to you, that you had barely slept and you were drowsy but you needed to see your father at the hospital. He watches helplessly as you bleed out in the car panting and gasping for breath, giving him flashbacks to his own labored breathing twenty four years go.
As someone who had spent fourteen of the last twenty four years fighting not to be chased to the back of your mind he has had enough time to understand a couple of things. The first being he cannot save people.
He cannot save Ki. Yes, he knows all her problems, but the most he can do is try talking to her, praying she’ll listen. He realized very early on that he’d have to break his promise to himself. He could not solve all your problems. At times he feels he is the root of them honestly.
And so he watches, seated by the wreckage of your car as the nearby buildings are washed in blues and reds from the ambulance’s siren. He watches as she fights to keep her head up. Watches as she tries to steady her fingers so she can dial her father, groaning when it goes straight to voicemail and she remembers Jin telling her he would be at the hospital getting the constant migraine he’d been having checked out.
He watches on as she spits out blood, struggling more and more to breathe. The first responders’ boots smack the tarmac as they run closer, his own footsteps silent as he makes his way towards the car you had been driving.
Jungkook still watches on, chest clenching as he begins to think Ki has truly forgotten him.
“Kook-ah? Are you- oh my gosh.” A wheeze. “Can you hear me?”
