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darthspideys · 4 years

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all that glitters // 1

chapter 1 // once or twice was enough

a/n : hi! welcome to another chapter of backstory/development because im gonna be honest with you I underestimated the work it was gonna take to make ten original male characters but next week you will get to meet all the guys I promise :) also from now on chapters are going to be released on Mondays at 9pm EST - as always shoot me an ask if you want to be added to the taglist

The mansion is massive. It doesn’t intimidate you in the way that you know it should, because she reminds her of home. Home is a sprawling mansion in Boston, with brick exterior that couldn’t be more different then the one in form told her with its white pillars and green plants growing over the front. You’re walking around to the back of the house, where there’s a group gathered outside. There are tiny tables put out with drinks and snacks on top of them, as the sounds of people making polite conversation fill the air. It looks torturous if you're being perfectly honest and you're happy that it seems you're moving past them.

“We’re going to go and do your intake interview just to get that out of the way,” Casey says, leading you through the courtyard. “Just like to tease the guys a little bit and see if they notice you.”

She smiles which only makes your anxiety worse, and you turn your head to the side hoping that they don’t see you just yet.

Suddenly, a loud noise cuts the air. You recognize it instantly, and you stop dead in your tracks. You're thrown back to New York, back to the overcast day, where you were so nervous about a presentation at work that you couldn’t pay attention to anything else. That’s when he ran right into you, pushing you back a ways with the force of his push.

He reaches out for you, and grabs your arm gently in a way that sends a shock through your body that you still can’t forget. “Sorry,” He says, with an accent in the voice you can’t forget, that you still haven’t forgotten after months.

“It’s fine,” You say quickly, in that way that you always do to be polite. “You’re fine.”

“You’re pretty,” He says and then shakes his head like he was enveloped in some kind of trance. “Sorry, again, I didn’t mean-“

“It’s whatever,” You tell him, holding up your hands in a way to stop him from talking.It's very awkward, but you would be lying if you said you didn’t think he was cute at that moment. He just keeps looking at you like you're a mural drawn onto the side of some building that he saw walking home from work. One second you weren’t there, and the next second you're right in front of him, all brilliant and bright and colorful. He can’t stop staring at you like he just ran into something that’s going to change his life.

You on the other hand are just thinking about how long he’s going to keep staring at you, and how much time you have to get to work before you’re late for the biggest day of your career. Then he opens up his stupid pretty mouth, “Do you want to get a drink with me tonight?” You almost say no, you should say know because he’s a stranger, a stranger who keeps looking at you in a way that makes you feel open to the world, like he’s exposed you to the sun finally but it’s beginning to burn.

But you give him your number, and scurry off because you have to get work. It’s only after everything that you romanticize the whole thing, probably too much. When the two of you are strangers again, you make up this whole story in your mind about this twist of fate chance meeting and how it felt to think that maybe this is the one for you. It’s a nice story, but you don’t think it’s true, until now he was just something to hold onto, not even a person, a concept, a what if to make you feel better when the world seemed so impossibly out of your control.

Only now he’s here. Standing in a group of attractive men, ready to fight tooth and nail hoping that you'll pick him, and you can’t shake the feeling that maybe this is fate. But you push it down, there’s no room or whimsy or fate or some invisible string in the midst of this fishbowl, this curated environment where nothing is real, and you can’t know if anything is genuine.

“So just tell us your name, where you're from and what you do.”

There is so much smiling, the person in front of you is smiling, there are people off to the sides smiling, and well there's a couple of production assistants in the back not smiling which you appreciate. After an hour of hair and makeup, they’ve sat you in a plush red chair with three spotlights and three cameras all at different angles, you assume you look good because otherwise they would’ve called the makeup and hair people back in.

You platser on a fake smile to match theirs, “My name is y/n l/n, I was born and raised in Boston but I live in New York. I work as an associate editor at a magazine, so I organize what’s going onto my segment and then I read over everything to make sure it's good to publish.”

“What’s your family like?”

You’re smile dims for a moment, and you hope the camera didn’t catch it. “I’m a very family oriented person,” You lie right through your teeth, and it’s natural. “My family is a driving force in my life, I have one brother and one sister, we are all so close and they are both happily married, I just want to have what they have.” You hope that the smile sells it, because saying that out loud makes you want to throw up in your mouth a little.

“Why are you here?”

You want to roll your eyes, isn’t that that question of the year? “I’m just ready to want someone who wants me back, it’s a little weird sure, but at least you know the people here aren’t going to play games. They’re all here for a reason, hopefully it's the right reason, but either way it’s nice to not play the should I text them back game.”

You answer what feels like a million more questions ranging from deep to what’s your favorite animal. When it’s all done, your face hurts from smiling, and you can’t wait to get a makeup wipe. An assistant leads you to your room, and you flop down on the queen sized bed happily. You’re looking forward to getting some sleep, or at the very least some mindless scrolling through instagram time, but there’s a knock at the door as soon as you settle in.

By this time, you’ve changed into your sweatpants, and your hair looks disheveled to say the least so of course there would be a guy at the door. Standing in the doorway when you open it, is a very tall man with windswept black hair and piercing blue eyes. “Hey,” He says looking you over and then hitting his hand against his leg a couple times absentmindedly.

“Hi?” You say with a raised eyebrow, “What can I help you with?”

“I just wanted to meet you before tomorrow, I’m Liam.” Well he’s definitely Canadian, that you can tell the more he talks, but there’s something else about him that you can’t quite place.

“Liam can I ask you something?” You say.

“Sure,” He smiles, “Whatever you want.”

“What makes you think you’re more important than anyone else?” You ask with a sweet smile, and try to hide all of the disdain from your face and your voice, because you’re going to need this guy to like you later so let’s not burn bridges right away. He looks a little stunned, “I mean everyone’s going to have to play this game right? Why do you think you should get the head start?”

You’re half wondering what he would say when he answered, if he was willing to give you a good answer for why he thinks he’s better than you’d probably be willing to have a conversation with him tonight. But of course, he doesn’t say anything, just stands before you dumbfounded like you’d just asked him how many cells were in the human body, like he didn’t even know where to start. “Well, good night then,” You say and slam the door in his face.

It’s going to be a long few weeks.

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bangtanbloos · 5 years

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you go missing

a/n: um this is extremely long oops and my first reaction pls show some love :)

warnings: jin’s on crack, yoongi’s kinda angsty

gifs don’t belong to me

seokjin

“Jagi? Where are you?” Jin called, stepping into your apartment. It was abnormally quiet- you were usually blasting some pop song that was your obsession of the day. Jin checked the kitchen for you, then the living room, then your bedroom. You were missing.

He’d have to call the police. Or maybe Namjoon first. He would know what to do, right? Jin started looking around frantically, desperate for a glimpse of something proving you weren’t really missing.

“Y/n? Please be here ohmygod what will I do if she’s missing or kidnapped or dead in a ditch on the side of a road strangled to death because she forgot to pay her debts I-” he screamed, almost tearing the house down in his pacing.

“What?” You said, emerging from your office. “Jin? What’re you doing here so early?” You had finally started doing work, and jamming to your amazing music, before hearing the screams of what appeared to be an ungodly yet handsome demon. “I thought we were supposed to be meeting up at 4?”

“Y/N! YOU’RE ALIVE! Praise the holy matriarch, the god above, my favorite radish spirit, thank you!” He grabbed you, enfolding you in his warmth. “I- I thought you were missing. Heh, I guess I just forgot to check your study. Let’s go eat now, yeah?”

yoongi

“Hello? Is this Min Yoongi?” He had just picked up the phone, a distressed voice coming through. “Yeah, it is. Can I ask who’s calling?”

“I’m Y/m/n, Y/n’s mom? She was supposed to come back home for the weekend yesterday but she never showed and hasn’t been answering my texts or calls. Is she okay? Do you know where she is?” the voice ran through nervously as Yoongi paled. He was always the one who forgot things, not you. You were always all organized, with reminders and calendar appointments and everything. You were never late, to anything.

“Um, can I get back to you? I’m gonna try calling her”, he said, already making a plan in his head. First, call you. If that doesn’t work, check your apartment. Then maybe call the police. “Of course, please, I’m just so worried. This isn’t like her, just going missing all of a sudden”.

Yoongi put down his phone, his head in his hands. You hadn’t picked up. Maybe your phone was on silent, or dead. It’s fine. You’re probably fine. Everything’s fine. He grabbed his jacket, jogging down the hallway. He had to find you.

hoseok

Hoseok rolled over, stretching his hand out to grab you. He wanted fluffy early morning cuddles, now. All he felt was cold sheets- and not you. Hoseok opened his eyes, searching for you. Nope. Nada. Not a Y/n in sight.

Carefully getting up and stretching, he ambled into the kitchen, expecting to see you cooking breakfast or reading some lame book. He was met with silence, and still no Y/n. Hoseok looked through the apartment, slowly growing more and more terrified. What if you left him? Was he not good enough? Surely you would have said something.

Hoseok finally grabbed his phone, ready to call you and demand your location. He wouldn’t let you go, not without an explanation. You meant too much to him. The moment he opened it, he saw a text.

Y/n 💖: hObi!!! i went to get groceries bc you ate all my eGGs hOw dARe yOu!!!! ill be back in a bit bubba 💕

Hoseok sat down. You had left him. For eggs. For some lame, scrawny, gross fetuses in shells. You had betrayed him, and it was unforgivable.

namjoon

“Y/n? Y/n where are you?” Namjoon whispered, walking through the library. He had already been kicked out by the librarian once, and he definitely didn’t need it to happen again.

You were always in the library, loving the old book smell and quiet coziness of your local sanctuary. It’s where the two of you had met, too. Aisle 14, adult fiction, authors Deb-Fra. And where you were supposed to meet him now.

You couldn’t have left, Namjoon thought. He was only a couple minutes late. He pulled his phone from his messenger bag, sending you a text.

Namjoon: Y/n? Where are you?

Nerd❣️: JOOOOOONIE OPPA HI IM IN THE CAFE ACROSS THE STREET

Namjoon: I thought we were meeting in the library though?

Nerd❣️: that was twenty minutes ago...

jimin

Jimin skipped down the stairs, excited for his date. He had finally gotten an off day during comeback season, and it was going to be all about you. He had already made a picnic basket for lunch, looked up nearby ice skating rinks for your guys’ afternoon activity, reserved a table for two at your favorite restaurant for dinner, and bought tickets to see a move you’d been talking about for weeks.

“Y/n?” He looked around the park, expectantly. Jimin had texted you to meet him there, under the old birch tree you loved. The park was silent. It was a Monday, after all, so maybe you were just running a bit late and had slept in. Jimin sat down against the tree, playing with some grass.

Twenty minutes later, he was still playing with some grass. Where were you? If you didn’t get here soon, his schedule would be thrown off and his whole plan would die. How could you do this to him? For an extra thirty minutes of sleep? Jimin checked his phone. No texts or calls, nothing. Usually you would at least let him know if you were running late, never anything like this. You knew he got worried easily.

“Boo!” You ran out from behind the tree, making him jump. “Y/n? You’re so late, how could you! I was about to start freaking out!” He said, trying to glare.

“Sorry, baby. I have chocolate as an apology.” You looked down at his lap, covered in little grass and dandelion chains, weaved together. “It doesn’t look like you were too bored, though?”

taehyung

Taehyung ran off the stage, sweaty but happy. He couldn’t wait to take a good shower and sleep, but he needed to see you first. You had finally come to one of their award shows, after months of his begging. “Y/n? Hey, have you seen her? She’s supposed to be back here”, he asked one of the staff members.

“No, sorry”. Taehyung nodded, and ran off to find you. Dressing room? Nope. Hallway? Nope. Stage? Nope. Taehyung glanced around, seeing only unfamiliar faces. These award shows really were quite unorganized. What if you were lost? Or kidnapped? Taehyung sprinted to Namjoon, a mess. “Hyung! I can’t find Y/n! Do you have your phone on you? I need to call the police, now! What if she’s been kidnapped and is being tortured right now?”

Namjoon glanced at Taehyung, chuckling quietly. “She’s over there. With GOT7, of course. How didn’t you guess that?” Taehyung immediately looked up at his words, seeing you talking animatedly with the smiling faces of the other group. Striding over, he swung his arm over your shoulder.

“Y/n! I found you!” he said, releasing his weight onto you. “Tae. Tae. Tae! You’re so heavy, you big baby. Oh, your performance was so good! And congrats on first place!” You said, looking at him clinging to you. “Bye, guys! I’ll text you later!” You waved to GOT7, dragging Taehyung back to his group. Scolding him, you said, “Babe, you know they’re my idols! How could you embarrass me like that?”

Exclaiming his belief that he should be your one and only idol and smiling at you, Taehyung relaxed. You were okay.

jungkook

Jungkook paused the music, grabbing a towel to wipe off his sweat. He had been pushing himself too hard following the argument he had with you, delving into the gym to forget.

“So what? He’s my friend, and I’ll do what I want. My life doesn’t follow your rules, Jungkook!”

“But he was flirting with you! He didn’t want to be your friend, he wanted in to your pants!”

“That doesn’t matter. It should’ve been my decision to tell him off or walk away, not yours!” You yelled, grabbing your jacket. “I’m taking a walk”.

He figured you had gone back to your apartment, and decided to give you some space. That had been two days ago. It had been long enough, he reasoned. It was time for the two of you to figure this out. Jungkook walked to your apartment building, going up to your floor. He knocked, but there wasn’t an answer.

Jungkook continued trying to knock on your door, only to get no reply. Where could you have gone? Did you really leave? He sat down on the floor of the hallway, his head in his hands. He had really fucked up.

“Jungkook? What’re you doing here?” He looked up, seeing you walking down the hallway. “Y/n? Oh thank god, I thought you were missing! Where have you been?” He ran over to you, embracing you.

“Ew, you smell terrible. I was just in class, why?”

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