One more o/ is lost azure going to be supernatural ? The white mark thingy gave me sort of supernatural vibes 🤔
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The white snake tattoo curled around Jungkook's bicep, seemingly moving as his muscles flexed when he tied your hands to the chair. It was a sign of his alliance, his fate, and his cause. A symptom of the disease he'd chosen to be infected with. "Why'd you do it?" you asked. He looked up, surprised at your question breaking the silence, his eyes grew wide and for a split second he looked so much younger. "The mark?" "Everything." you whispered.His face hardened again. "Because I wanted to."
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That handsome angel of a man with lips like the devil and eyes that seem to burn holes in my soul.*snickers*I think we both know who I mean lol
*lack of gif due to anonymous character*Series: Lost Azure
The moment Jungkook stood up to make place for his 'boss' your heart sank into your shoes. Not that you were wearing any at this point. He was wearing suede shoes and perfectly cut suit pants, both of the same dark blue tone. It enhanced the tanned colour of his skin where his hands were casually stuffed in his pockets. You briefly noticed the expensive fabric of his blouse, lightly spilling out of his waistband where he'd tucked it in. It was laced with some sort of gold pattern, disappearing behind his long, beige coat. But you couldn't dare look up at his face. No matter how much you'd thought about the day you'd see him again. You couldn't bare looking him in the eyes. He let out an amused little sound that was oddly childish. "My, my, haven't you become a pretty young lady."
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Lost Azure :) Where did Jimin disappear, was his disappearing intentional or was he forced to do it?
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The man circled your chair, fingers softly gliding from one of your shoulders to the other as he passed behind you. His voice was deep as he spoke, echoing slightly in the small chamber. "You know what the nice thing is about Jimin, compared to Jungkook?" You looked up at his dark blue eyes, the heavy set of his brow lifting as if he was trying to mock you. He leant against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, the satin fabric of his shirt stretching over the muscle. The light cast down on his sharp features, and your eye caught onto something, a white marking around his neck. But it was too hard for you to see. "You expect me to answer you?"He chuckled lightly, shrugging and pushing himself off of the wall. You immediately closed your legs as he knelt down in front of you, the air dripping off of him was starting to crawl under your skin. "The nice thing about Jimin is that I don't actually have to tell him what to do, he just does whatever needs to be done in order to get me what I want."
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AU: yet unknown ;)
Genre: Angst / Violence
Pairing: Jimin x Reader
Wordcount: 1073
Notes for Update: Comment if you want more!
Warnings: Angst, loosing someone, violence, blood
A/N: This is my first ever bts thin I’ve written. Not counting Engraved and my yet unpublished bts halloween fic Atonement. This is just me writing out the first parts of ideas i’ve had into short drabbles :3
“Are you sure you’ll be okay?” Hoseok’s worried voice sounded on the other end of the line as you walked down the stairs towards the trash room of your building. He was always looking out for you, especially for the last few months. Without him, you wouldn’t have known what to do. “You haven’t been alone ever since he left.”
He wasn’t wrong, he knew you like the back of his hand. Your boyfriend Jimin had disappeared of the face of the earth 3 months ago. Jimin, with his clear, azure blue eyes and soft blonde hair, with his beautiful bright smile that could light up any room. To you, he had seemed like a raging waterfall at first, wild and untamed, by the way he’d held himself and wore the sunglasses on the tip of his nose. Then he’d seen you, sitting in the corner of the library, and had lowered them to smile at you with the most unique eyes you’d ever seen. No, he wasn’t wild, he was calm, like the steady stream of the river. He was just what you had needed to ground you.
Then he disappeared.
3 months ago, he’d kissed you goodbye and gotten into his car. There was no text saying he was home, there was no call to say goodnight, there was nothing. His number was deactivated, his apartment empty, his car left in the parking lot. Jimin’s parents had never liked you, but they’d worried just like you when their son was nowhere to be found. The police sought for him for weeks, through the city, and the forests on the outskirts. There were constant pictures of him on the news, but there was never a reaction.
If it wasn’t for the pictures on your phone and his scarf on your coat hanger it was almost as if he had never existed. You didn’t speak to his parents anymore, his friends you’d never met. His number was still in your phone, a painful reminder of what had been. Of what will never be. The police said he was most likely dead, murdered, left in a ditch somewhere. Their words had left a bitter aftertaste in your mouth in the form of the bile that had risen in your throat when you heard it. They couldn’t keep looking for him.
“Teddie?” Hoseok asked, pulling you out of your train of thoughts. Teddie was his nickname for you, that stemmed from way back in your childhood.
You always called him Hobi. “Yeah?”
“I’m one call away.”
“I know Hobi, thank you.”
“I’ll get going then, goodnight.”
“Night.” You said, putting your phone in your pocket and continuing down the stairs. The hallway felt eerie, like something of a horror movie. It must be a busted light, you thought as you walked into the dark with steady steps, reaching for where you thought was the door.
You flinched when you bumped into something, almost screaming when you noticed that it was merely the open door. With an angry grumble you cursed yourself for getting scared by a door. “Where’s this god damn light.” You felt along the wall beside you until you found the switch, which didn’t work. From you pocket you retrieved your phone to shine the flashlight around the trash container room that smelled a disgusting as always. You quickly deposited your bag in the right one and moved back up the stairs.
It was late, 2am, and your body was tired of doing utterly nothing all day. You were stuck in a slur, a slur of laying in your bed, snoozing under the cover. Only to step under the shower way to late to even do anything productive other than make yourself some food. People from work had called you, too many times, your boss fuming with your absence. But Hoseok mentioned he’d taken care of it.
When you exited the stairwell to your floor, you stopped. The door to your apartment was open. You contemplated calling someone, when the rational part of your mind told you that you’d probably left it open.
You slowly walked closer, peering inside and not seeing anything. Must be nothing. Your music was still playing from the cd-player, filling the room with the slow tune of a piano.
Then you noticed, a sound. Water running. The shower? What the actual fuck? You immediately shot up, looking around you. From the kitchen, you grabbed a knife, freshly sharpened tonight before you cooked dinner. You grabbed it how you’d learnt, firm but not too tight, as you slowly tiptoed towards the bathroom.
When you opened the door, you let the knife clatter to the floor. Your eyes were wide, staring at the scene in front of you. The bloody towel on the floor, streaks of red on the wall. And there, in the bathtub, was Jimin.
He was sitting, clothes on, soaked form the water that streamed down on him. The sound of the knife drew his attention, causing him to slowly open his eyes and look at you. His face scared you. There was a cut on his forehead, his full lip was split and bleeding.
Your brain wasn’t thinking, and before you knew it you found your self in the tub, between his legs. He held you close, and you pressed your face against the crook of his neck, tears streaming down your face. “Jiminnie.” You whispered, heart pounding against his chest.
He shushed you, cupping the back of your head. “I’m here love.”
You inspected his face, the water now running clear. The cuts weren’t deep, but his cheek was swollen, probably coming up with a bruise. His hands holding your waist, your clothes now drenched like his, but the feeling was so overwhelming. Three months of nothing, and here he was, bleeding and bruised in your bathtub.
There was something different though, you couldn’t pinpoint it. Maybe his jaw was a little sharper, his blue eyes a bit more hooded. You thought for a second he’d lost a lot of weight, but you’d felt the hard planes of muscles on his stomach.
Then he smiled at you. “It’s okay.” That was your Jimin, with that ever so beautiful smile that made your heart flutter. He briefly looked past you, at what you assumed was the door.
His smile changes, morphing into a dark grin that made you reel back. You screamed when someone pulled a bag over your head and slammed it against the wall, knocking you unconscious.
