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𝐌𝐲 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 | 𝟎𝟑 | 𝐣𝐣𝐤

Synopsis: A future technology allows cops to jump in the past and future to investigate crimes that have happened and prepare for those that are about to happen. A simple hit-and-run turns into something more when Captain Jeon Jungkook finds himself as the victim of a culprit who cannot be identified by the system. Especially when the culprit seems to be the same person behind the new case that’s threatening the order in the justice organization. All goes haywire when Jungkook gets involved with Y/N L/N, the clairvoyant sketch artist who may be his only help to solve the case.

Characters: Jungkook x Female Reader

Genre/AU: Sci-fi, romance, angst, mystery, action, fluff (in this chapter!) (cop!JK x artist!you), based on the movie Minority Report

Wordcount: 7.8k

Warnings: Dark themes and implied smut (in future chapters); mentions of blood (PG-16 Rating)

A/N: I busted my brain cells writing the action scenes for this so please feel free to tell me what you think about this chapter!

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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬

Jungkook steps away from Yoongi and races out of the Murder Sector and into the Left Wing. “Captain Jeon!” Yoongi hollers behind him, but Jungkook doesn’t turn an inch towards his way. His mind is set. There’s no time for this. Jungkook runs to the main building’s hallway, eyes set on the closing elevators. He could hear Yoongi and even Jimin and Taehyung close behind. Jungkook sprints. He reaches the elevator just in time and slides himself into the sliver of space left by the closing doors.

By the time Taehyung shouts “Captain!” the doors of the metal lift have already shut close.

Jungkook raps his knuckles on the gray door in hurried beats. It takes six more knocks until it bursts open.

“Why are you here?” Y/N pointedly looks at him, forehead creased.

Jungkook doesn’t say anything and makes his way inside the studio. He scrutinizes the room. The buckets of paint are still a mess, the owl painting still unfinished. Jungkook turns around and finally looks at the girl. “What do you mean with your text? That you saw a ‘Sooah Kim?’”

Y/N closes the door shut and shakes her head. Jungkook only notices she’s wearing a black, sleeveless, turtleneck cropped top. Black, baggy cargo pants cinch at the top of her black combat boots. She has her hair tied in a low ponytail, stray strands framing her face. She looks like a different person once again.

Y/N pulls the stool and sits, clasping her hands together on the table. A black dragon tattoo spirals from her upper arm to her elbow. Jungkook has never seen it before. Nor the monochrome hornet bee tattoo peeking from the center of her abdomen, its translucent wings spread wide. From the size of the insect’s abdomen, Jungkook thinks it could be a queen. He’s seen one of them in his trip to Vietnam with Namjoon last year.

Y/N tilts her head. Jungkook’s eyes dart back towards hers. Y/N chuckles. “So, that’s why you rushed here?” she raises a brow, “to know if I indeed saw a Sooah Kim?”

Jungkook walks to the table. “This is not a time for joking, Y/N,” he grits, slamming his hands on the table.

Y/N stares blankly at him. She leans back in her seat and crosses her arms. Her top rides up. The hornet shows in complete view. It is indeed a queen. “If that is your question, then, yes, I saw a Sooah Kim. Though I don’t know why you have to come here right now without any schedule—”

“I need answers, Y/N. Right now.” Jungkook’s brows meet together. “The red file we saw yesterday—a blank turned up earlier containing the same Winston file and—”

“So you believe me now?”

Silence.

Jungkook takes a step back, “When did I tell you I didn’t?”

Y/N scoffs, “You don’t have to tell me, Jungkook. I know you didn’t. And now that one of my visions matched with your current reality, you’re suddenly open to trusting me with answers you so seek.”

“Y/N—”

“It’s okay, I understand.” Y/N waves a hand. “I already expected it. Actually, I’ve already seen this day coming. You with that funny face,” Y/N points at him, chuckling, “God, I’ve never seen such a conflicted face in a while.” Y/N sits back up, “Anyway, I have to give you leeway in my judgment. After all, it’s not easy for anyone in an established system to believe in something that doesn’t belong in their paradigm. So now that you want your answers,” Y/N kicks back the stool in front of her, “Sit.”

Jungkook slowly makes his way around the stool and sits. It feels oddly nostalgic to be in the same place again. Even if this time he’s sitting in Y/N’s initial position, Y/N in his—their social position remains the same. He still has the shorter end of the stick.

“Let’s start now.” Y/N bends down to retrieve a small, black canvas bag from the stack of boxes and papers on her side. She produces a white folder and pushes it to the man.

Jungkook looks at Y/N. The girl only smiles. Jungkook’s eyes drop to the stationery in front of him. He flips it open. It’s a composite sketch of a woman in her late twenties. She has a small, square face with a rounded chin, short button nose, and small but wide, mono-lidded eyes. Her ears are quite big for her petite face, her shoulders are short, and her neck, elegantly long like a swan. Her hair is parted to the left, chopped at shoulder-length, dark strands softly framing her face. For lack of any better word, she is beautiful.

“That’s Sooah Kim.” Jungkook’s eyes dart back to Y/N. The girl explains, “I tried to do a read in the future based on what we found at Somerset Road. What I only got are short clipped frames. A white lobby of a hospital, dark metal bookshelves, a tipped hourglass, a picture of this woman, and a label at its bottom that said ‘Sooah Kim.’ Y/N cups her jaw, “there’s also a frame that showed Winston’s red file.”

Jungkook’s brows bunch up together.

Y/N continues, “So I figured the two of them must be connected. I drew a composite sketch of Sooah just in case we chance upon her someday. Though I’m not sure she will look this young. The vision looked kinda grainy so it must be memories. I’ve experienced seeing these kinds of things before and most often than not, they’re remnants of the past that will separately appear in the future. Like a prophecy.” Y/N looks at Jungkook, “I can’t put this into better words, so if you’d like, do you want to see them?”

“What will I see?”

“My vision,” Y/N smiles. “I could say you coming here as soon as I finished my read is actually a good thing. For you, that is. Not for me. You disturbed me from my work.” Y/N rolls her shoulders back, “The vision won’t be as vivid as I first saw it but the memory of it is still fresh in my mind. Good for you, you could do a little peek-in.”

“But how will I do that?”

Y/N leans forward and opens her left palm, “Hold my hand.” Jungkook looks at her confused. Y/N rolls her eyes, “Just hold my hand, goddamn it.”

Jungkook clears his throat. He raises his hand and ghosts it above Y/N’s. He closes his eyes and he fills every slot between her fingers with his own.

And then, Jungkook feels it—the fall. He feels like falling in a still body of water, the sound of the splash violent like the shot of a rifle. A gush of water soon fills his lungs, vanquishing the oxygen in each fiber of his muscles. Jungkook claws at his throat but no matter how hard he pulls at his skin, no matter how hard he coughs, no water spills out. He’s drowning in frigid nothingness.

The fall seems to go on forever. Jungkook stretches out his limbs but it’s useless. There’s nothing in his way that could tether him to the above. He falls deeper into the waters until he suddenly feels a ripple beneath his head. The world tips over and his head shoots out from the surface, setting off a spray of water from the movement.

There’s something cold beside his face but there’s no longer water filling his lungs. He’s breathing fine again. The fall has stopped. Jungkook’s eyes shoot open and he gasps. He’s floating on water. It’s cold and there’s nothing but darkness in front of him.

That is until the blackness filling his eyes flickers and all he could see now is light. Bright light. Natural like the ones that pass through the windows in the early morning. The light dims and it fades into the view as a brightly-lit white hallway replaces it. There are people in white coats walking. Some are running with assistants behind their steps. It looked like a hospital but devoid of any patients. The whiteness of the hallway faints into black and soon, there are no more hallways nor people dressed in white coats. Just metal shelves lined next to each other, foreboding as they stand under a dingy light that paints everything in murky dark green. Before Jungkook’s perspective could see more of the shelves, the view changes completely, and frames flash before his eyes in quick successions.

A tipped-over hourglass, wilted flowers falling down its hollow neck instead of sand. Black blood-like liquid running down a mountain of lackluster coins. A black eagle against a golden wall, its bloody wings severed, pinned next to its body, burning. And then, Jonathan Winston’s red file flat on a wooden desk. A phantom hand turns it open and instead of Jungkook’s crime record and thick documents of paper, it contains a picture of a woman with mahogany hair, long neck, and small, wide eyes staring right into Jungkook’s eyes. Inked letters smudge the white edges of the picture black, forming the words “Sooah Kim.”

Jungkook’s eyes widen. It’s exactly like the woman Y/N sketched. Before he could ponder more, he is pulled back into the waters. His lungs squeeze tight and he’s falling once again. When he gasps, he’s no longer in the murky water, but slump over a wooden table, dry and warm. Jungkook flinches back and he feels a strong tug on his left arm. He raises his head and he meets a pair of dark eyes.

“So, did you see enough?”

Jungkook’s brows raise and he realizes he’s still holding Y/N’s hand. He immediately lets go as if he was burned. His eyes roam around. Buckets of paint lay on the floor. Newspapers are messily strewn around. The huge gap of a window letting sunlight inside. So much it completely fills the room with the golden hue of the afternoon. He’s back in Y/N’s studio and it’s ironically warm.

“You look so shocked.”

Jungkook whips his head to the girl. His eyes stretch wide as he wraps his hand around his throat. It doesn’t feel sore and he doesn’t feel out of breath.

“Your throat is fine, don’t worry,” Y/N snickers. “The water and the fall, they’re all just mental projections.”

“B-but the black blood, the hallway, the shelves, and the burning eagle—”

“That is my vision.”

Jungkook looks at her. Y/N tilts her head, “Did you see Sooah Kim?”

Jungkook’s eyes glance at the sketch composite in front of him. He nods, “y-yeah.” He turns to Y/N, “But I don’t understand, how did I see your vision?”

“Simple,” Y/N leans back in her chair, “Time jump to a memory.”

Jungkook brows shoot up, “I ju-jumped in your m-memory?”

“You didn’t make the jump. I let you jump into my memory.” Y/N crosses her arms, “I want you to see my vision. I couldn’t make sense of the hourglass, the coins, the bird, and their connection with the white hallway and dark shelves. I could only connect Sooah Kim and Winston. The driver of the Jaguar has a Winston file in his car. Of course, he’s interested in it. And Sooah appears to be involved with Winston’s case. So, I guess we could say she may be a key to solve your unidentifiable suspect.” Y/N flashes him an apologetic smile, “Sorry you had to suffer the waters. They’re boundaries of the memory map I set on myself.”

Jungkook’s forehead crease. “You set a memory map on yourself?”

“Of course. My business revolves around memories, I don’t want any of my memories messing with the ones I need for a case. Nor do I want my clients invading them, especially those who have access to time-traveling technology.”

“Why? What’s with people who can time travel?”

Y/N sighs, “In case you didn’t know yet from your job, memories mark passed time. Time is made sense by people’s memories in them. So, every travel you make, you’re jumping into memories. Your organization has eyes on almost everywhere to see and have the same memories the people have.” Y/N looks into his eyes, “With your kind of technology, you can easily get into anyone’s head.”

Jungkook presses his lips together.

“I think our meeting is done for today,” Y/N stands up and smiles, “I’ll send you off.”

Jungkook climbs down the steps of Mini-Palais, Y/N following behind. He doesn’t know why she suddenly wanted to see him off but he’s not against it. In fact, he feels relieved she’s being kind to him even after he doubted her skills. Maybe it’s because of the large sum of money he’s gonna wire to her at the end of the week. But Jungkook feels it’s more than that. At least, that’s what he wants to think.

Once they make it to the street, Jungkook turns around. “I’ll contact you as soon as I get something on Sooah Kim.”

Y/N doesn’t seem to focus on him because she’s eyeing the surroundings. Jungkook clears his throat.

Y/N darts her eyes back to his, “Where’s your car? You didn’t bring it?”

“Um, yeah. Its coding is today.” Jungkook shrugs.

Y/N smirks, “So you ran all the way here from your work just because you wanna get your answers?”

“Well, I didn’t run all the way,” Jungkook chuckles, “I took a cab.” The mirth in his eyes soon dies down when his phone rings in his bomber jacket. “One second,” he says to Y/N. He swipes the call to answer it.

“Yeah, Namjoon?”

“Jungkook, yeah, hi,” Namjoon says, his voice hesitant. “I don’t think I can make it. The Bureau wants us to do overtime for the backlog of files in the archives. I know you don’t have your car with you. I’m sorry I won’t be able to drive you to the hospital.”

“Hey, it’s alright,” Jungkook says, “I can commute on my own. Don’t worry.”

“But—”

“Namjoon, just focus on your job and come home safely, okay?”

Namjoon sighs, “Okay.”

“Bye,” Jungkook ends the call, slipping his phone back into his breast pocket. Turning back to Y/N, he sees the curious tilt of her head so he explains, “It’s Namjoon. He’s supposed to, um, drive me to the hospital.”

Y/N’s eyes widen, “Why? What happened?”

“Nothing serious. Just have to get my stitches off,” Jungkook raises his right arm.

“Oh, from the crash.”

“Yeah.” Jungkook shrugs, “It’s alright. Nothing big. Namjoon made it sound serious. He tends to over-worry.”

“Yeah,” Y/N nods. She looks down, sighing, and looks at Jungkook, “Well, if you want, I can drive you to the hospital instead.”

Jungkook’s forehead furrows.

“I have a ride,” Y/N answers, turning around in her heel, “Wait for me, I’ll get my keys.”

Y/N disappears back into the staircase, leaving Jungkook alone in the street. Well, this is something he didn’t expect from her. He smiles to himself. He looks around the neighborhood. There’s a woman carrying her groceries in a flimsy newspaper bag. At the end of the street is a mother holding the hand of her daughter, probably just fetched her from school. Drunkards start early in their alcohol indulgence at a convenience store by the corner. And a senile man standing in front of his porch is staring intently at him. Jungkook looks down at himself. He’s still wearing FJO’s ID. Jungkook zips up his jacket, tucking away his ID. When he looks back at the man, he has already shifted his attention to the drunkards. Jungkook presses his lips together. This may be just a boundary between Middle Town and Down Hill but it’s still the other side of the town.

“Hey.”

Jungkook turns around and sees Y/N walking towards him, pushing a mechanical panther by her side. Jungkook thinks it’s a 1981 Kawasaki KZ400. It looks similar to the bike Taehyung has been fantasizing from his vintage magazines. Although the engine’s rust starkly contrasts the bike’s shiny black coat, it’s still a wonder to behold. It looks so old and new at the same time.

Y/N thrusts a white helmet in his hands, “Where’s your hospital?”

“Uh, Metropolis Medical City.”

Y/N hums as she shrugs on her leather jacket. She slips on her own black helmet and swings her leg onto the bike. She kickstarts the motor, the engine immediately revving alive. Y/N looks at him and cocks her head, “What are you waiting for? Hop on.”

Jungkook slips on his helmet and hesitantly rides behind her. Once he adjusts in his seat, he secures his hands on the back handle. “I-I’m okay now.”

Y/N starts and the sudden speed throws Jungkook off balance. His hands scramble on air until he frantically loops his arms around the driver’s waist.

Y/N looks back at him, “We’re gonna go pretty fast to keep up with the cars in Middle Town. So if you don’t wanna die before we even solve your case, you have to hold onto me like this.”

Even with her helmet on, Jungkook can see her smirking. With his heart still beating loud in his ears, Jungkook grumbles a begrudging “Fine” at her back.

The trip to the hospital is supposed to take forty minutes. However, Jungkook felt only fifteen minutes have passed. Exposure to movement makes it feel like everything is going in fast motion. Jungkook is so used to the isolation of his car as he speeds through the highways of Metropolis. He doesn’t need to constantly shift lanes to keep up with the other vehicles because inside his car, his pace is fine.

And now, he’s out in the open air and the wind is continuously beating against his jacket and the adrenaline from avoiding and overtaking speeding vehicles is nipping at his nerves. The concrete overarching flyovers twist and turn above him as it bridges Middle Town to Metropolis. The metallic kingdom of Metropolis shines in silver and polished glass and metal from afar. The rest of Middle Town lay on his side. It pales to Metropolis in the mediocrity of their old buildings and cheap cracking paint.

Y/N lowers herself onto her bike, climbing up her speedometer. Consequently, Jungkook leans further into her. Everything then seems to go much faster. So fast they warp into each other, producing a convoluting mass of moving streaks of colors. It’s dizzying but it’s beautiful. For once, Jungkook thinks feeling everything goes fast is liberating.

However, things are bound to return to the way they used to be. Jungkook finds reality sinking back too fast for his liking when they pull up to the huge parking lot of Metropolis Medical Center.

Y/N turns the key off and Jungkook hops down, taking off his helmet. He hands it to Y/N, “Thank you for this.”

Y/N pushes it back to him, “No, hold onto it. I’ll drive you to your home when you’re done.”

Jungkook scratches his nape, “You don’t have to.”

“Well, I want to. After all,” Y/N smirks, “it seems like you want to ride my bike for longer.”

Jungkook doesn’t need to reply. The small smile forming on his face says it all.

“Clean it as usual and make sure to still put on a bandage on it.” The doctor points to his closed wound, “With your job, it’s likely to swell or split open again if you don’t protect it well.”

“Yes, doc, thank you” Jungkook smiles at the woman as he pulls down the sleeve of his jacket. He picks up the doctor’s prescription, thanks the woman once again, and pushes the door open. When he steps outside, he sees Y/N sitting on the metal benches across, legs crossed, their helmets by her side. Jungkook makes his way and plops down on the seat next to her.

“Everything okay?” Y/N asks, pointing to his arm.

“Yeah,” Jungkook leans his back on the wall.

“Do you want to go now?” Y/N starts to picks up her helmet but Jungkook stops her with a firm hold her hand.

“No. Let’s stay for a while. I don’t feel like coming home yet.”

“You’re acting like a petulant eight-year-old.”

“Geez—”

“It’s actually funny,” Y/N snorts, “you remind me of how I hid from my service driver in middle school.” Y/N relaxes back in her seat, “The service ended up leaving me and I had to walk my way back home. My mom scolded the hell out of me all night ‘til next morning.” Y/N looks at him, “Have you ever done that before?”

“Um, no,” Jungkook looks down at his hands, “my school is actually near my home so I just walk from home to school and vice versa.”

“Lucky bastard,” Y/N sighs as she puts her arms behind her neck, “I had to commute for long ass hours for 17 years of my life.”

Jungkook’s phone rings and he opens the notification.

Sir Andrews: I covered you for today. Let’s talk about this tomorrow. Take care, son (4:37 P.M.)

A fond smile makes its way to Jungkook’s face as he types, “Okay, sir. Thank you.”

Y/N leans forward and bumps Jungkook’s shoulder, “Your girlfriend?”

“Nah. It’s Sir Andrews.”

“The Chief General of FJO?”

“Yup,” Jungkook slips his phone back into his pocket.

Y/N raises a brow, “You seem very close to him.”

“Well…yeah,” Jungkook purses his lips. His eyes wander to the passing hospital staff. He internally shakes his head. Jungkook’s eyes dart back to the girl, “Actually…he’s my benefactor. He, um, provided for me for years until I’m able to start providing for myself. So, of course, I’m close to him. He's like a father figure in my life.”

“Oh,” Y/N’s brows raise.

“Yeah, well, I’m lucky I got someone like him to finance my education. It’s not easy for a foster kid to make it out on their own without sufficient financial help.”

Silence.

Y/N’s eyes dart to her own interlocked hands, “I’m sorry…I…I don’t know what to say to that.”

“You don’t have to say anything. It’s a past memory I long got over.”

“Okay.”

Silence fills the air once again. Jungkook shifts in his seat to face the girl, “Say…Namjoon said you used to work for FJO ‘bout 10 years ago. I’m already in FJO around the same time. How come I didn’t see you around before?”

“I’m in the visual information sector. Under the Intelligence,” Y/N quirks a small smile, “We’re not exactly known to run around for everyone to see.”

“Well, you’re right in that.”

Y/N sighs, “It’s a shame it’s no longer in the current system. Forecrime was enough to cover their scope.”

“Yeah. It was kinda shocking at first because we’re used to sending in witnesses to the Intelligence and just wait for the finished composite sketch. The first time we tried the system with Forecrime, I was actually shocked. I didn’t expect the suspect’s face will be already clearly recorded as soon as the case was filed in.”

“But they work faster than our traditional papers and pencils so it’s a good upgrade,” Y/N muses.

Jungkook nods. He clears his throat. “So…have you been sketching composite drawings ever since you got in, or you got to work in other departments, too?”

“I just did composite sketches. I don’t know what else to do,” Y/N shrugs. “I graduated a bachelor’s in Forensic Science. I actually don’t want to join the police. I wanted to do fine arts. But my mother was the one financing my education so I followed what she said. Said it matches my wit and I’ll make plenty money out of it,” Y/N shakes her head, chuckling. “She doesn’t know how money works here. Look at me, I got a job from it but I’m not rich.”

“But did you like your work,” Jungkook looks at her, “even just a bit?”

“Hell yeah,” Y/N smiles. “Aside from feeling accomplished whenever my drawing helps the police catch the criminal, it feels good to be able to comfort witnesses and victims from their trauma. Whenever I interview them to gather descriptions, or let them pick distinct features they’ve seen from the catalog book, I see this gleam in their eyes. The one that that says, ‘I’m taking back the integrity and power this motherfucker took from me.’ It’s hella satisfying seeing them feel avenged in some way. And that, I helped them feel this way.”

Jungkook smiles, “Seems like you love your work. Not just a bit of it.”

“Of course,” Y/N tuts, “I wouldn’t stay so long and get over 400 criminals caught just because of my drawings.”

“If you don’t mind me asking…what made you resign?”

Y/N whips her head towards him.

Jungkook gulps. “Namjoon said you didn’t get dismissed because of the turnover of Intelligence to Forecrime. He said you…resigned.”

“Well, he isn’t wrong,” Y/N stands up, grabbing her helmet, “I did resign. As for the reason why,” Y/N looks at his eyes, “I have my own boundaries like you, captain.” She turns around and starts for the exit, “It’s getting late. I think it’s time to go home now.”

Jungkook follows behind, face conflicted.

The ride to his home felt completely different from earlier. Jungkook felt her stiff in his hold. The tension between them, undeniably thick. Jungkook feels if he says a word, he’ll set off a bomb. Y/N’s speed is faster than their trip to the hospital, reaching Jungkook’s condominium in record time. Whether it’s to go home earlier or to get away from him as soon as she can, Jungkook can’t tell. When she dropped him off, Jungkook said his thanks and bid her goodbye. Y/N didn’t say anything. She just waved goodbye and sped away.

Pushing himself off the table, Jungkook pulls up his phone.

Jungkook: I’m sorry I ticked you off. I didn’t mean to. (6:36 P.M.)

His reply came a second later.

Y/N L/N: It’s okay. You didn’t tick me off. (6:36 P.M.)

His phone rings one more time.

Y/N L/N: Good night. (6:37 P.M.)

Jungkook puts his phone down. He glances back at his computer.

“Error 401: The name you’re searching, ‘Sooah Kim,’ doesn’t exist.”

A loud thud resounds. Jungkook springs up and whips around his back.

Namjoon stands by the hall, frozen. The door pushed open wide, the doorknob recoiling from the wall.

Jungkook’s stiff shoulders immediately loosen. “God, don’t startle me like that.”

“Sorry,” Namjoon squeaks as he turns to kick the door close. Jungkook sees two huge gray briefcases by his friend’s feet.

He stands up and walks to the analyst. “What are these?”

Namjoon hangs his coat on one of the hooks behind the door. “Work from the Bureau. We still got loads of unprocessed transactions,” Namjoon goes to the table and grabs a cracker. “The chief was furious.”

Jungkook follows his friend, “Natasha Ryde?”

“Yeah,” Namjoon says, “We got a huge backlog from DOJ freezing our coordinating processes just to check if each one of us is clean. Now, they’re rushing us to let them see all the recent files of the Bureau. Natasha wants us to clean our shelves before DOJ can catch wind of the backlog and suspect something unnecessary again.”

Jungkook tongues his cheek. If Natasha is busy cleaning up the Bureau, that means his favor to Chief Spencer will not be processed soon. And with DOJ sniffing on the backs of the Bureau, Namjoon won’t be able to help him. He has to find an alternative fast. Jungkook tilts his head, “The DOJ is still not finished with their conspiracy theory against the Bureau?”

Namjoon shrugs off his blazer, “Yup. Well, we practically hold more information than Precrime and Forecrime combined. Of course, they’re gonna sort us out first. And it’s only ‘bout time ‘til they go for the Basement Archives.”

Jungkook’s forehead furrows, “Why? I thought the Basement Archives just store outdated files of the previous system’s Bureau?”

“Old. Not outdated. Those are two different things. Even if some files there are deemed scraps from the past after the technology turnover, they still contain valuable information. Our computers there may look archaic but it doesn’t change the fact they’re made by the Bureau. No matter how slow they are, they still have access to the master system.” Namjoon chuckles, “But of course, you wouldn’t know that. The Basement is exclusive to the Bureau after all."

“Why are you telling me this?”

Namjoon shrugs, “Just wanna dispel the myth around it before it goes. DOJ may take it away as soon as they’re done with us.” Namjoon takes off his ID and chucks it on the cabinet by the hallway that leads to their bedrooms. Jungkook’s eyes immediately dart to the article.

“Enough about me. How are you?”

Jungkook whips his head towards his friend.

“What did the doctor say?” Namjoon points to his arm.

“It’s fine,” Jungkook assures. “It healed well. Though I still have to wear bandages to prevent it from splitting open.”

“That’s good then,” Namjoon nods in understanding. He purses his lips. He looks back at Jungkook. “I heard about what happened earlier.”

“Oh that?”

“Hoseok told me on my way out. Jungkook,” Namjoon sighs, “If you called me you needed to leave for an emergency, I would have driven you to the hospital.”

Keeping his face straight, Jungkook claps Namjoon’s shoulder. “Hey, don’t fret too much about it. I got to the hospital early and I’m fine.”

“How did you get there early?”

“Well, uh,” Jungkook darts his eyes away, “Y/N drove me.”

Namjoon’s forehead furrows, “She drove you?”

Jungkook nods, “Yeah. She met me on my way and offered me a ride.”

“Didn’t know you two are being chummy now,” Namjoon hums, “It took us a month just to get her to talk openly with us.” He tilts his head and turns around, heading to his room.

As soon as Namjoon disappears in his room, Jungkook bounds to the cabinet. He grabs the analyst’s ID and dashes to his office. Pressing the buttons of his flat digital copier on his desk, he hurriedly slides the ID into the bottom slot. The machine starts with a soft whirr and in a second, its mechanical hands start to 3D print a duplicate of the ID.

However, Jungkook’s luck is short-lived. He hears two knocks sound against his door and Namjoon’s muffled voice in the hallway, “Hey can I come in?”

Jungkook bites his lip. His copier has just finished replicating one edge of Namjoon’s ID. It’s nowhere near done and he can’t let Namjoon see this.

Namjoon calls once again, “Nevermind, I’ll be quick anyway.”

Immediately, Jungkook grabs his jacket slung on his chair and drapes it messily over his desk, haphazardly covering his keyboard and copier.

In the same second, the office’s door swings open and Namjoon stands inside, wearing sweats and a faded blue shirt. The man smiles, “Sorry, I forgot something.”

“It’s alright,” Jungkook rounds his desk and walks to the rectangular table in the center of the room. He leans his hip against it, the pressure from the edge softened by the table cloth running on its laterals. Jungkook chuckles, “I don’t know if you forgot, but this is also your office.”

“I didn’t forget,” Namjoon chuckles. He sits on his own desk on the left corner and places a water bottle by his side, “I felt like making an apology beforehand because I think my search will take a while.” He glances at Jungkook, “Even if we share this room, it feels like I’m intruding your space. With the amount of time you’ve spent in here, you practically live in this room.”

Jungkook presses his lips together.

Namjoon turns back to his desk and pulls drawer after drawer, fingers continuously searching what he intends to find. After another minute of fumbling, he pushes the last drawer close in a forceful shut, “Yep, it will definitely take a while.”

Jungkook raises a brow, “Why? What are you looking for?”

Namjoon stands up and nears the center table, uncapping the water bottle, “Keys. Bureau-issued. To open the briefcases I brought.” He tips the bottle to his lip and drinks. After a couple of gulps, he places the uncapped bottle on the table, “You mind if I go to your table?”

Panic sets off in Jungkook’s chest. His copier is just an inch away from his keyboard. Even if it has a soft mechanical whirr, it’s impossible for anyone who’ll sit in the chair not to know the copier is processing something. And with his jacket laying on it, it’s sure Namjoon will become suspicious. Jungkook tries to keep his voice stable, “I don’t mind. But can I ask why?”

“I used your copier to duplicate the key before I went to work. Seokjin called the second I was done and I had to use one of your memo pads so I pulled all your drawers ‘til I find them. I think they fell in one of the drawers.” Namjoon sends him an apologetic smile, “Sorry.”

Namjoon starts to make a move toward Jungkook’s desk. Before the analyst could move his hand away from the table, Jungkook tugs the table cloth. It sends the bottle off-balance and it topples to the edge, spilling its contents everywhere.

Namjoon whirls around and sees the wet mess. He immediately crouches down to flip up the bottle again. “Oh shucks, I’m sorry! I didn’t know I left it uncapped.”

Jungkook nears his friend, “It’s fine. I can clean it up.”

“No, I’ll clean up,” Namjoon insists. “It’s my mess. I have to clean it up.” He stands up and disappears into the hallway.

Jungkook steps back and takes a seat on his chair. Namjoon comes back with a mop in his hands. With Namjoon busy clearing the water spill, Jungkook opens his drawers and starts his search for the keys. His top drawer is devoid of anything but pens and other office supplies. His middle drawers only contain folders and papers. He feels like he has to restart his search again until his hands land in the last compartment in the bottom drawer. His eyes catch a metallic glint in the dark. He leans forward and sees the falcon insignia of the Investigation Bureau. Jungkook grins.

He sits back up in his chair just in time Namjoon returns in the office, the mop nowhere in sight.

Jungkook stands up, waving the two keys in the air, “Found them.”

“Oh god, thank you so much,” Namjoon sighs, retrieving the keys.

“Anytime,” Jungkook smiles.

“Sorry again ‘bout the water.”

“Hey, it’s just a spill,” Jungkook snorts, waving dismissively.

Namjoon sends him a timid smile. He turns around and pulls the door open.

“Hey, Namjoon. What time is your lunch tomorrow?”

Namjoon stops. “At 12. Why?”

“Gonna see if I can join you,” Jungkook grins.

Namjoon breaks into a grin as well, “That will be great then.” He closes the door behind him.

When Jungkook hears faint footsteps lead to the living room, he heads back to his desk and rips his jacket away. Two identification cards gleam under the light, unmistakably identical.

When Jungkook reaches the fifth floor, he goes to the leftmost door. He doesn’t knock. He pushes the thick wooden door and lets himself in.

“Oh, you’re here,” Matthew glances from his work. He motions to the leather chair in front of him. “Come, sit, son.”

“Thank you, sir,” Jungkook smiles.

Matthew piles his papers in a neat stack and pushes it aside. “How’s your arm?”

“Just got the stitches out yesterday,” Jungkook says.

Matthew nods, “That’s good then. You won’t have an injury hindering you anymore.” Matthew chuckles, “I missed seeing you run around the building doing god knows what. You’ve always been a busy bee.”

Jungkook smiles, “Well, I would have been like that if it weren’t for DOJ.”

“Right,” Matthew nods, his smile immediately slipping off his face. He clasps his hands together and sighs, “So, yesterday, you went off work so suddenly.”

Jungkook sits up straight. “Yes, sir, I’m sorry you have to cover for me. I just—”

Matthew holds up a hand, smiling, “You don’t have to explain yourself, son. I know you’re dealing with a lot of stuff. After all, you just survived a car accident. It must still be weighing down on you.”

“It’s alright,” Jungkook shrugs.

Matthew darts his eyes to his desk. He sighs as he turns back to the captain. “Jungkook, you mustn’t allow Yoongi to see any gap.”

Jungkook’s forehead furrows, “Sir?”

“Everyone is talking about how you rushed out of FJO with your team and Yoongi chasing after you. They don’t know where you went and surely, a captain being chased by his subordinates and the auditor is an unforgettable spectacle. I had Jimin relay an emergency excuse about your arm and luckily, that immediately quelled your sector.” Matthew’s smile falls, “But it seems it wasn’t enough for the auditor.”

Jungkook stills in his seat.

Matthew sighs, “I heard from Hoseok that Yoongi suspects you have some source—external or internal, whatever—to the blank that dropped yesterday. And he’s suspicious of that.”

Jungkook keeps his face indifferent.

“Look,” Matthew leans forward, “I don’t mind whether you consult external help or not. Desperate measures call for all the help you need. We do whatever we have to do and I respect whatever decision you’ll make. All I ask, son, is,” Matthew looks at him in the eyes, “be careful. Your sector is hot in DOJ’s eyes and I don’t want to see you get placed in a position where I can no longer help you. I can’t see you lose everything you’ve worked so hard for. You didn’t spend 15 years climbing the hierarchy just to get prematurely dismissed from your job.”

Jungkook nods, “Yes, sir, I understand. I’ll take extra care from now on.”

“Okay,” Matthew turns back to his documents and Jungkook takes it as a signal to leave. He salutes at the Chief General and makes his way towards the door only to be halted by a call of his name.

“Jungkook, do you still take those…medications?”

The captain doesn’t reply.

Matthew sighs, “Make sure Yoongi won’t know about that.”

“Of course, sir,” Jungkook pulls the door open, “Thank you, once again.”

Stepping out of the Chief General’s office, Jungkook heads to the elevator and pushes the button for the archives. It’s time to work now.

Jungkook has searched for Sooah Kim in Precrime, Forecrime’s systems. He even checked in Freedom Security’s system. But nothing has turned up. He even looked into Jonathan Winston’s history of associations and not one Sooah Kim appeared. He tried searching through hospitals, laboratories, and research centers for an employee or associate named Sooah Kim. But still, nothing. He’s already exhausted every search engine and system of both the general public and the government and yet he’s made zero progress. Holding onto the duplicated ID of his friend, Jungkook’s only choice left is FJO’s Basement Archives.

Jungkook looks at his watch. 12:10. He pulls up his phone.

Jungkook: Namjoon, I think I’ll do a raincheck on our lunch (12:10 P.M.).

The elevators open on the third floor.

“Captain Jeon,” Sally salutes at him. Jungkook returns the salute and pushes past the heavy glass doors of the Archives. He heads to the left aisle and walks to the 5th row shelf. He ghosts his fingers over the line of files until it lands on a particular red file—the recent attempted assassination of James Kim. He opens it and slowly flips page after page.

From his peripheral, Jungkook looks at his right. The walkway is devoid of any people. There’s just metal shelves and files. The hallway it connects to, the center aisle, is devoid of people as well. Jungkook looks up. Only about 4 cameras are installed above the aisle.

Jungkook spends another minute flipping through the file before he closes it shut and inserts it back in its place. With his alibi set, Jungkook walks along the 5th row until he reaches its corner where he disappears from the vicinity of the cameras.

Jungkook turns around and starts on the center aisle. To anyone who’s looking at the surveillance cameras, it will look like Jungkook’s just viewing a file in the 5th row’s corner, which just happened to be a blind spot in surveillance. With the general security disregard on the old and faded Archives and its basement level, Jungkook takes advantage of the system’s blind spots as he threads along the aisle, guided with the knowledge of the general scopes of standard surveillance cameras.

But just when he’s about three feet away from the end of the aisle, two staff members stroll across, pushing a huge cart of files. Jungkook swerves to the nearby shelf and hides. When he glances up, a CCTV camera is staring right at him. Jungkook holds his breath.

Nothing. No alarm has been set off. No red lights are sweeping across the room. Just nothing.

Sweat runs down Jungkook’s temple.

The chatters and footsteps fade away and still, nothing.

A couple of seconds pass by in silence.

Jungkook slowly stands up. The silence remains unbroken. No one must be watching.

Jungkook looks at his watch. 12: 20. He only has 10 minutes left of leeway from his lunch.

Jungkook comes out of hiding and continues forward, making it to the end of the aisle. He arrives at a plain wall coated in navy paint. Old and faded. Just like the rest of the Archives. Jungkook spots the rectangular metallic plaque on his left. He scans Namjoon’s duplicated ID under it. A second later, a faint shadow outlines a figure of a door onto the wall. It pops open and the door slides to the right, revealing an escalator that leads downward. Jungkook steps inside and the door immediately shuts behind him.

The Basement Archives is dark, its walls painted in olive green. Several dim hanging lamps light up the room. Jungkook knows the Basement Archives is connected to the second floor of FJO’s main building, behind the hallway that bridges Precrime and Forecrime. But he didn’t expect it to be this extensive. The Basement Archives is about the same height as the main floor. Its area, a half of its upper floor. What makes it a seeming replica of the main floor though are its metal shelves. Unlike the main floor’s circular labyrinth, the Archive Basement’s shelves are aligned in straight horizontals, like a snake coiling on itself. And far ahead, Jungkook could see 2010s computers lining the room’s perimeter.

Only when Jungkook steps away from the escalator does he only see the similarities between the basement and the main floor. The metal shelves are rusting in their edges. The files and books they hold, covered in dust. Even the small indents on its metal flooring are worn thin. Some are even already busted. The Basement Archives is old and faded. Jungkook only hopes what Namjoon said is right.

Jungkook walks past the rows of shelves and heads to computers. Grabbing a seat, he sets off to work.

The monitor alights to FJO’s coat of arms. And then, it displays the FJO standard wallpaper. The keys of the keyboard instantly crunch under Jungkook’s fingers as he hits on the shortcuts for FJO’s system. The processing of the command takes a while and when it opens, the elements are scattered and labeled in unfamiliar names. Nevertheless, Jungkook manages to get inside the Surveillance system after a couple of minutes of fumbling. He deletes the footage of him hiding behind the shelves and stretches the clip of him just walking through the hallway. Satisfied, he confirms the command and watches the new CCTV footage play. Only his back is shown to the camera from his entry inside the Archives to his walk towards the Basement Archives. He looks just like any Bureau analyst entering the Basement.

With his identity secured, Jungkook goes to the general system and starts his search for Sooah Kim.

Only to arrive at—

“Error 141: The name “Sooah Kim” doesn’t exist in the system.”

Jungkook squints at the monitor. He refreshes the computer again and again. He tries to search for additional keywords: “hospital,” “research center,” “laboratory,” and “Jonathan Winston.” But he arrives at the same result:

“Error 141: The name “Sooah Kim” doesn’t exist in the system.”

Jungkook sighs frustratedly. He clicks again and again and the computer produces the same result again and again. Jungkook pushes himself off the desk. There’s got to be a way to find this Sooah Kim. If she’s related to Winston’s assassination, she must be inside the system. Jungkook glances around the room. Just then, his eyes land on a door on his far right.

The door is made of metal and it’s almost invisible in the dark save for the black and yellow hazard tape under a note that says, “Restricted. Authorized Personnel Only.”

Jungkook dashes to the door. He spots the metal plaque beside it and scans the ID.

A red light glows from the plaque’s sensor. The plaque’s small screen lights up and flashes in red: “Access denied.”

Jungkook scans it again.

Red light. “Access denied.”

Jungkook bites his cheek.

Red light. “Access denied.”

Grunting, Jungkook picks up his phone.

Jungkook: Sir, do you have any updates on last time’s work?” (12:25 P.M.)

Jungkook’s personal phone rings. Seeing the familiar set of numbers, Jungkook picks it up.

“Jungkook.”

“Chief Spencer.”

Nathan sighs, “Look, I’m afraid the authorization of your unrestricted access to the Archives may get delayed. I already applied for the authorization of access but the Bureau hasn’t responded yet. I heard from one of the lieutenants there DOJ is keeping a hard eye on the Bureau. Natasha refused my calls, too. I think she will not be accommodating anytime soon. As for the Memory Temple…the answer is obvious.”

Jungkook pinches his nose bridge. He already expected this will go against his plans but he didn’t know it will be at this dragging extent. He heaves a sigh, “I understand, sir.

“Okay. I’ll try on my end to get through the Chief.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Thank you, too. Please extend my gratefulness to Chief General Andrews as well. My wife loved the necklace.”

“I’m glad she did, sir.”

“Yeah,” Nathan says. A beat. Nathan clears his throat, “I’ll end the call now.”

“Goodbye, sir,” Jungkook replies. The line goes dead.

Jungkook leans his back against the wall and closes his eyes. His heartbeat rings in his ears. Loud. Just like when he almost had Leigh Anderson in his hands. Jungkook releases a frustrated sigh. He’s come all this way just to have nothing. Again.

His personal phone vibrates in his hands, jolting his eyes open. His eyes widen at the screen.

Y/N L/N

He immediately swipes to answer. “Y/N, hi—”

“Jungkook. A red file will drop about—now. Listen to me. Take the stairs, okay?”

Jungkook walks away from the door, forehead furrowed. “What do you mean?”

“If you follow the crime record you won’t catch the killer.”

Jungkook shuts the computer and jogs to the escalator, “What killer?”

“Look, you don’t have much time. So listen to me. Just take the stairs.”

The call abruptly ends. Jungkook looks at his phone, bewildered. Right at the moment, his work phone vibrates with another incoming call.

Jungkook whips it out from his pocket and presses it to his ear, “Taehyung.”

“Captain Jeon, come to the Murder Sector, quick. It’s a red file.”

Jungkook halts.

“The time of the crime is in 10 minutes. Hurry.”

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Note: This story is based on Steven Spielberg’s film adaptation of Philip K. Dick’s short story, Minority Report (2002). That being said, this series may contain spoilers for the movie so if you want to watch the movie, please do so first before reading!

A/N pt. 2: Heya Hons! Thank you for reading! This chapter is quite short compared to the first two. The next chapter will be much longer though hehe. Writing this chapter is probably the most I have ever re-written so many scenes again and again. Especially the action scenes, they gave me a headache. Nevertheless, I’m happy how they turned out! What do you think about them? Feel free to talk with me! I actually love talking with my readers!

I think the next update will come two weeks from now. So far, I’m noticing I’m able to post for this series bi-weekly. Although this week, I’ll focus on the Chapter 3 of my yoongi office au series, The Heart Holiday. I promised my hons the THH!couple is coming this June but my finals two weeks ago fucked up my schedule and now I’m quite behind my supposed posting date. Anyway, I’ll make it up to you hons! Your wait is gonna be worth it because a lot is going to happen in THH Act 3!

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josaeul · 5 years

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Who? You | JK x Reader

Summary: After months of a strange man breaking in your house to talk to your plants, you decide to return the favor of uncomfortableness he brought into your nights by staring at him through the window. Except that your plan backfired miserably and your life was flipped in one night by a strange, nymph-like man.

Word Count: 3620

Parring: JK x Reader

AU: Cryptid! Yandere! JK

Warnings: Lowkey graphic description of dead body and wounds, obsessive behavior, anxiety, and slight-mental breakdown.

A/N: Ooof,,, I haven’t been feeling well and my creativity has decided to give up on me but I managed to scrape the leftovers and pull this boy out. This isn’t what I’d normally publish but this is what my notes for oneshots/chapters look and I just… didn’t have it in me to finish it to a T but like… it’s readable and it doesn’t suck dick and I like it so like, progress??? I tried to not be too descriptive with either the house because I wanted you to imagine your house or one that you’d like so do that please thnx, and the dead body because it’d make many people uncomfortable. One way is gonna come, eventually but it’s gonna come after I finish this Hoseok one-shot thing I’ve been working on and putting off for months;;; I hope you enjoy this :D

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It was late at night when you suddenly were awoken by the same old muffled talking in your garden. It had been happening for months now, someone had taken their time to continuously break into your house and talk to your plants. You were certain of it, your housemates Sooyeon and Yuqi didn’t believe you, however, and whenever you tried to report about your un-welcomed intruder they’d brush you off as another crazy drunk who had too much time on their hands. You had truthfully grown frustrated at the way your claims were being taken, you were sure that maybe he even lived in your damn garden! But slowly this man had, once again, uninvitedly made his way into your heart.

In the beginning, just like anyone with an ounce and a half of common sense, you were scared out of your mind and immediately tried exposing the creep, yet every time you got to your garden or tried to take a picture of the man he would disappear like thin air. You knew it was a man, or at least you made an educated guess, because you had actually taken a few pics and had caught sight of him a few times, but you never ever, ever had been able to talk or truly see him. You only knew he was a male, tall, lived in your garden, and talked to plants. A strange fellow, but at this point who are you to judge?

This time, however, you’ve decided to take a different approach and instead of trying to interact or actively tried to expose him, as you had previously done, you’d try to simply observe him. Unsettling and a highly dysfunctional plan? Yes, but you’re dealing with this man who’s been breaking into your garden and talking to your tulips and dandelions, [Name].

And so, the minute you heard the familiar ruffling of the leaves in your garden you tiptoed out of bed and creeped out onto your window-frame. Hands against the cold metal railing your eyes widen at the handsome boy that anxiously looked around himself. Maybe running down the stairs with a pan screaming about calling the police wasn’t a good way to get a look, who would have thought? Poor boy looked paranoid and you couldn’t help the seed of guilt that settled in the very pit of your stomach.

As you continued to peek you were able to notice that not only was he incredibly handsome, but he also seemed to carry a glowing air wherever he went with him, like a trail of golden dust that floated in the air that fell from the bottom of his toe to the very last hair, his cheeks shining a bright red just like his pointed ears, embarrassment and concern obvious in his eyes. His outfit consisted of a beautiful blouse made out of a silk-like material that hugged him loosely that was a deep, rich green, black ripped pants, and dark, heavy boots. The big bag he carried seemed to be made out of flowers and leaves, cherries and fruits. His skin shone brightly in contrast to his bright red hair and a soft bunny smile that painted itself on to his lips.

“Stunning...” You gasped, your mouth going into a soft “o” shape as a bright pink danced its way into your cheeks. You felt your heart pick up a bit as he seemed to wake up your sleeping garden, the way he laughed and brought in the birds from their nests, butterflies from the flowers that seemed to take a brighter, happier tint. The light in your garden dimly lit up and soon your garden, with the help of this fairy-like boy, had gained a life of its own. Sighing with content, he danced a bit in happiness before he sat himself in one of your old, rusty white summer chairs that came with the beautiful, wooden, old house that you lived in, he took his leaf bag and took out a book and camera-like device and a few little echo-friendly and handmade looking trinkets.

You saw as he picked it up and pointed its lens towards the window you were in, in shock you crouch down and freeze in place as a soft ringing was heard echo through the garden, and little bells soon followed and a deep chuckle was heard as the boy talked in a foreign language while laughing cutely, pointing at the frogs as he seemed to explain something to the owls who nodded as if they understood. You were lucky to peek out just in time to witness the cute little exchange, just what and who was this boy?

You asked yourself this but you truly didn’t care, you were too enchanted by the boy to care. From his little smile to the gleeful tone he took when speaking to what you could only think of as an unknown tongue, the way his cheeks puffed out when his smile grew larger and the bunny-like look that filled in the creases of his face. The way he glowed on what would otherwise be a dark, silver tinted moonlit night, the way fireflies seemed to dance and sing around him giving him a bright, soft yellow glow, the way your garden seemed to have grown a life of its own as he sat in your old, rusty white summer chair. He wasn’t human, no doubt in your mind.

There was no way a man, or woman, could ever look similar to the way he did. The way his hair glowed red like the points of his ears, his eyes that looked like they held galaxies creasing like a smiling moon as he laughed a sweet wind. If you could, you would have filmed the moment in front of you if you could only peel your eyes away for one second but you couldn’t. You just couldn’t take your eyes off the Monet like scenery, you just couldn’t.

You smiled at the sight of seeing him eagerly take the developed picture out of the device only to be followed by a gasp and what felt like a million hushed whispers. Voices that seemed to come from all around your garden quickened and grew louder as the panic in the boy’s eyes settled.

“What, [Name]?” You heard that the boy ask you before he covered his mouth with his hands and turned to look at your window, “Oh, baby no, no…”

And odd feeling crept onto your stomach and chest, a feeling you could only describe as the odd sense of knowing the rollercoaster you were on was going to drop but having that small amount of naive hope that you were wrong. Yet you were sure he wouldn’t find you or willingly interact with you, he had shown himself wary of you for the past months, had he not? What would make tonight any different? But it seemed that the stars had aligned differently unknownst to you because soon you’re able to hear the sound of footsteps, metal, and a kick. A lock is thrown to the ground, a door torn down, and a man was now inside your house.

“Oh my god,” you whisper under your breath, “He’s inside my fucking house.

Panicking, you hurriedly crawl into your bed, afraid of alerting the man and your roommates, Yuqi and Sooyeon, you drag the covers up to the very top of your head and close your eyes shut tight.

“Please, oh god,” you felt yourself tremble, “Let this man be nothing but a nightmare, please, oh please, let this be my imagination playing tricks and not a man in my house!”

The old wooden floor creaked under the man’s weight, his boots made of worn-out leather carried awful news, fears, and an unknown being with every step.

You began to fear for your life, greatly. Suddenly the gravity of what had been going on settles in and you shake and scold yourself, you should have insisted to the police, yet you didn’t and fantasized about the man who had broken into your house! You should have called them immediately after seeing the strange, red-haired man in your back garden.

You regretted not calling the police so, so so much, “For fucks’ sake, [Name], you’re an idiot, aren’t you? Not caring for your life or of those around you!”

And you found yourself praying as his footsteps echoed around your old, worn down house in a frantic pace. Up, down, opening cabinets, doors, windows and more.

A gut feeling is suddenly stabbing at your sides as questions and insecurities start to rise, he was probably looking for your room was he not?

You feel a bunch of tears swell in your eyes and you can only just cry and debate on taking your phone and you slowly, oh so slowly because you didn’t trust your trembling hands, reach for your phone and make a grab for it from your bedside table. You begin to dial for the police with trembling fingers, you had to correct your shaky hands way too many times but just as you were about to hit call you heard the small creak of your old wooden door open.

“[Name]?”

Oh god, he knows your name and at that knowledge, you feel the hot, sticky tears roll down your cheeks bitterly. Oh my, did you fear this unknown man who was staring you down in your very own bed, room and house, oh should you have called for help when you had the time. You could only scold yourself now, however, and drown in the hatred of knowing that things could have been so, so different.

“Please, I beg you, don’t hurt me. I am so sorry but I swear I won’t tell a soul, just please take what you want and leave!”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“You’re here to hurt me, aren’t you?”

At this point, you’re clutching your phone so awfully close to your chest you feel the electro waves bouncing off and into your skin, you were nervous, anyone could tell that, and this man dared to look at you frozen in a state of something similar to wonder. “You’re scared, aren’t you?” He points out the obvious as he slowly walks to your side. You freeze and try to scoot farther and farther away from him but soon reach the edge of the bed, he smiled even wider as he saw your partially trapped form.

“Get away from me, please just leave,” You sobbed once more but he only looked at you smiling widely as he stood in front of your window and next to the very edge of your bed. But he didn’t listen, he stood there looming over your bed, a wide grin painted on his lips as big as a crescent moon. “Why should I?” He asked you loudly, “I… I’m already in your house, I don’t want to leave you.” He thought for a while before nodding to himself, “Yeah, yeah, I don’t want to leave your house.”

At this point you were terrified, you had no idea who this man was and so you could only hope this was a messed up dream, you were sobbing big, fat tears rolling down your cheeks and hitting your bed, “No, leave, I don’t know you, I don’t know you!”

“Shh, shh, don’t scream,” he ran to your side and- oh my god was his skin cold- slapped his hand on your lips to shut you up. This was real, he was real. Oh my god, you should have called the police. His face was painfully close to yours allowing you to meet him eye-to-eye and scan the boy’s face. His face was hauntingly pretty, red lips now turned into a scowl, eyes big and doe-like framed by dark eyebrows, red hair that was parted down the middle framing his face beautifully and sweet-smelling too, you could only look him over and let out a scared and muffled, “Who are you?”

He looked over your face before caressing your cheeks curiously, “Jeongguk.” He slowly uncovered your mouth, his bigger frame was now fully on top of you by the time you feel your dulled lips again. You knew not to scream, you knew not to do anything harsh, but damn you were scared and it took everything in you not to jump and run away, not as you could anyway since Jeongguk seemed to be made of mostly muscles. You scold yourself for not being like the strong characters in the books that fight back but it wasn’t that easy, no, having someone like this man on top of you was horrifying, you felt like you couldn’t even breathe.

“Wh-What do you want?” You asked him softly, your brain didn’t know what to do, your heart was beating so fast your ribs began aching, your hands sweating, you hated it. “What do I want?” He thought for a while, his tongue seemed to sweep from one cheek to another poking at the skin, his eyes searched your room and then your face, “ What do I want? I don’t know, I think I want… you.” He smiled wider than before as he saw the confusion and fear in your eyes, “I-I’ve been watching you, not gonna lie, you’re not much but I think… it’s your eyes, yeah, I like them. Anyway, you’re not really a private person, I know you stay awake reading dumb things on your phone, I know you tend poorly to your garden, that you’re scared of horses and clowns, you hate bugs and you’re allergic to ants-” “What the fuck? Jeongguk stop, I don’t know you, you don’t know me just leave me alone and I won’t tell anyone, I won’t even call the police just go away.”

But he didn’t stop, no, he continued for hours. Every time you’d doze off he’d scream at you and his voice got louder, pinch you, tug at your hair, you laid there scared and confused about what to do. And so you could only lay there hoping, wishing he’s just shut up and leave. Suddenly it was seven am the time you knew Soyeon would come and wake you up for school but he didn’t seem to mind and continued to hover above you painfully close. Your head was aching and your throat was sore, your wrists hurt and your body felt like shit but you couldn’t give in, no, Soyeon was gonna come and fix this.

“If you know my schedule-” “Don’t question me!” Your eyes widened at his tone, before you sighed, “I’m talking damn it, what’s so hard for you to understand of being quiet?” You looked over at your clock, only five minutes before Soyeon had to arrive any minute till she’d be the one to have balls and call the police and get this weirdo out of your damn house. “Fine,” You felt yourself get thrown off your bed, your legs were numb after such a long time laying in your bed, “Go look for Soyeon.”

You didn’t need to be told twice, you didn’t even question how he knew you were thinking of the blonde-haired girl, before you were running out of your room and into Yuqi’s but her bed was empty and she was nowhere to be found, ignoring the painful feeling of numbness and dullness that slowed your body down. “Yuqi?” You shouted as you began searching over her room, the closet, her bathroom, you tried opening Soyeon’s door but it didn’t budge. You ran around the first floor of your house, your phone had been dropped and you couldn’t find it nor the other phones that should be in the house, so now all you could do was open all the doors you could get open and hope to find one of the girls, but they were nowhere to be found, you considered making a run for it, you really did, but whenever the thought passed through the back of your eyes and into your brain Jeongguk would appear behind you smiling and you’d take off to look for your friends, or at least a phone, but to no luck. “Soyeon, Yuqi?”

“What if you looked downstairs?” Jeongguk asked smiling, he had appeared behind you casually out of thin air causing you to trip over yourself and scrape your arms on the old wooden floor. “What the fuck do you want, Jeongguk?”

“I told you, I want you,” he answered bored, his face was painted with the cold and blue rays of sunshine, “You’re so bland, so boring, you’re interesting, I want to know more about you but you never seem to want to be kind and do things in a civil manner, what the heck did you think you were doing calling the police?” He asked as he approached your shaking form in the ground before grabbing your chin, “I think I like you, I really do, you’re so weak, so damn… useless, you’re fun.”

“Fuck you, how do you even know me?” You sob confused, what was he getting at?

“Do you really want to know sweetheart?” He asked teasingly, “Now, I think your friends are waiting for you in the kitchen, you have twenty seconds to find them and run.”

He grabs your arm and pulls up before pushing you towards the stairs and shoving you downstairs, “If I find you, you’re mine. Now go~”

You trip over your own feet as you tumble down the flight of stairs, just what was Jeongguk and how did he know you? Why was he here, had he been waiting for the moment you slipped up and didn’t threaten him to come in?

You arrive at the bottom of the stairs and turn to run towards the living room when you hear Jeongguk begin his countdown, “Twenty!”

“Shit,” you mumble as you bolt over to your living room, no sign of Yuqi nor Soyeon, you squint towards the dining room and you swear you saw a hand coming from the farthest seat, you bolt over there naively ignoring the wet feeling between your toes. A sense of unknown dread filled your stomach as you reached over to pull the chair. “Eighteen!”

Yuqi’s limp body collapsed from the chair. A thick, deep gash rested on her neck, her eyes wide opened and her mouth parted, dried drool rested on her chin.

“No, no, Yuqi,” You mumbled as you backed away slowly before tripping on a potted plant and falling down on the floor, you look down in horror at yourself, your pajamas covered in blood from the floor and oh my, the floor is covered in blood and so are the walls.

It takes everything inside you to not vomit your stomach out, before you’re standing up again and stumbling down into the kitchen, “Soyeon! Yuqi- she’s, oh my, Yuqi’s dead! Soyeon, please help! There’s a man, he-he killed Yuqi! I swear, he- I told you, he’s the man, the man from the garden, I- Not you too…” You slur the words as you open the door and soon you feel your knees hit the floor.

“Oh Soyeon… not you too,” you sob helplessly as you crawl over the blonde’s mangled body, “Yuqi, Soyeon, no.”

“Good gods, [Name],” you heard the boyish voice come from behind you, “I expected more of a show, a few more tears, a scream or two… Not this, but I guess you look charming.” He looked down at you, his large frame towering over you as he read your face.

“Why.” You looked at him, your neck hurt like hell as you stretched it so you could look him in the eyes, “Why, how, Jeongguk, why?”

“I told you, you interest me,” he repeated as he crouched down beside you, “You’re so common you’re unique, why try and stand out, right? I don’t know why I like you this much, I’m not gonna lie, I’m taking a pretty shot by doing this, but it feels right, you know?” He asks you as he pulls you close by your neck, he rests his chin on top of your head before taking a large sniff, “You smell so nice, [Name], I’ve always wondered if you smelled this nice.”

You were trapped by his larger frame as he stood up and decided to carry you, he led you outside where his bag and lense laid. The garden looked exactly like it did from above, you thought bitterly but you couldn’t bring yourself to get excited, “Where are you gonna go now?” You managed to slur out, your head hurt from processing what had happened, you didn’t even know what exactly had happened, this could either be a very bad and messed up dream or reality.

“You tell me,” he looked down at you, “Would you rather come home with me, to a place you’ve never been to before or have me kill you and take your body with me? Or maybe stay and get blamed for their deaths? I’m trying to be nice and let you decide, even if I don’t really mind I’d rather you stay alive. But just so you know, even if you don't come with me now I’m gonna find you, I’m gonna look for you until I get bored or you’re mine. So, which one do you choose?”

Your eyes fluttered shut as you struggled to stay conscious, you mutter your choice and you hear Jeongguk sigh before you finally pass out, exhausted, tired, hungry and thirsty, you hoped this was a dream and nothing more.

“If that’s what you want, baby if that’s what you want.”

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welcome 2 my twisted mind ex dee ?

PREFERRED NAME — james uwu

PRONOUNS — she/they

AGE — 20

TIMEZONE — est

HOW OFTEN ARE YOU ONLINE? — everyday all day usually hjfdnkmg

HOW DID YOU HEAR OF WATERSHED? — i actually first found lockwood while going through the recommended blogs on mobile when you search up things via it (i think it was ‘new rp’ tht i searched) n then the next i checked they’d gone ovr to watershed n then there were Other Things bt i didnt end up joining until a few weeks or like a month later impulsively n now its been many months n im still here BJDNSKFMG love u guys

DISCORD — sniff #3644 where im also always online

OTHER SOCIAL MEDIA YOU’D LIKE TO SHARE — musing @svrgcnts n my pinterest is ‘big tid’ or offbrandsodapop uuuhh i dont think theres anything else!

MYER-BRIGGS — infp turned istp we call tht character growth

HP HOUSE — i honestly dont know anymore ive gotten all of the houses before bt ive just taken a test n i got slytherin so like :///

ZODIAC — aquarius!

DO YOU BELIEVE IN ASTROLOGY? — not to the point where it dictates who i like / dislike

DO YOU ENJOY ASTROLOGY? — ya im a slut for when things tell me what im supposed to be like bc i dont have a sense of identity

HOW OLD WERE YOU WHEN YOU STARTED RPING ON TUMBLR — uh like 19 bt ive been rping since i was 10

WHAT YEAR WAS IT? — early 2018 so actually i might’ve been 18 for a lil bit DJNKFLG

NAME A RANDOM ROLEPLAY THAT STICKS OUT IN YOUR MEMORY — listen i’ve had many, many good experiences bt for some reason what came to mind first was a weird owner/slave smut rp tht i stumbled across (never joined bc im ... not like that) n i was just rly baffled by the concept even tho ik its a Thing bc i thought smut rps died out like in 2017 BJDNFKMG

WHAT WEIRD ANIMAL WOULD YOU HAVE AS A PET IF IT WAS REALISTIC — i want a fucking capybara

WHAT PET DO YOU GENUINELY CONSIDER GETTING SOMEDAY? — i want a cat even though im rly allergic to them

NAME THE FIRST SONG ON YOUR DISCOVER WEEKLY ON SPOTIFY OR THE FIRST SONG THAT COMES ON APPLE MUSIC / ITUNES SHUFFLE — the apocalypse made me brave by girlfriends

NAME A BOOK THAT YOU READ IN SCHOOL THAT YOU SURPRISINGLY LIKED — um probably like ,,, the crucible ,,,

NAME A BOOK YOU HATED THAT MOST PEOPLE LIKED — god i dont know i’m not hard to please bt i wont lie i also like ... didn’t finish half the books i was supposed to read in high school. of mice & men maybe ... i hated books that didn’t do much n just wrote a whole bunch of nothing even tho i like those books now ... i think bc they were for school ... outside of school i hated the hazelwood n i think that the grisha trilogy is a bit. weak. bt i love six of crows. n also the um. theres this one YA series tht i never read bt i can tell i dont like NJKSMDFFDG

WHAT TV SHOW DID YOU RECENTLY BINGE? WOULD YOU RECOMMEND IT? — schitt’s creek DSJKNFDGF um i’ve also been watching gossip girl a lot & also asoue & also also i just started watching um end of the f***ing world n its very good so ?? i watched the first episode of his dark materials n i liked it n i havent finished looking for alaska bt its also very good

WHAT FILM DID YOU LAST WATCH? DID YOU LIKE IT? — uuuhh i think it was scream tbh ??? and ya it was p swell

FAVOURITE QUOTE — im a slut for anne carson bt i cant name any quotes directly rn i have rocks for brains

LINK TO A VINE / TIK TOK / VIDEO THAT EXUDES YOUR ‘ENERGY’ — this immediately came to mind

DO YOU WRITE OUTSIDE OF RP? WHAT DO YOU WRITE? — i used to write outside of rp bt i havent in ages bt when i do its usually like modern magic / urban fantasy / whatevr those kinda elements n abt faeries bc i like faeries

THREE YOUTUBERS YOU STILL LOVE & TRUST — jenna marbles, micarah tewers, and uh ,,, claire frm bon apetit

A CELEBRITY CRUSH THAT JUST WON’T QUIT — cary elwes ... andrew scott ... anne hathaway ... first three tht came to mind

EVER MEET A CELEBRITY? SHARE YOUR STORY — no bt david dobrik was in miami and i was NOT and im UPSET bc i want his MONEY

WHAT’S YOUR PICTURE-PERFECT NIGHT? — i am not in pain. thats it thats all

A CONSPIRACY THEORY YOU KINDA BELIEVE IN — jeffrey epstein was murdered haha jk thats not a conspiracy theory thats FACTS

ARE ALIENS REAL? — ya sure why not

PLAY ANY PHONE GAMES? WHICH ONES? — lily’s garden please play im level 1241

PLAY ANY OTHER GAMES? WHICH ONES? — i played all the bioshock games n rly enjoyed them ... deponia the entire series which is still my favorite video game 2 this day

WHAT’S A FILM YOU LOVED WHEN YOU WERE YOUNG AND RECENTLY WATCHED, ONLY TO FIND OUT YOU DON’T ANYMORE — i never finished my rewatch of the golden compass bt thats just bc i didnt feel like finishing it uuuh ... i dont know i enjoy things too easily

DO YOU COLLECT ANYTHING? — buttons n seashells and rocks and flowers until theyre dead and then i collect dead flowers and then empty glass bottles that look kinda cool and jewelry boxes or tin containers and i used to kiss an index card every time i wore lipstick and kept it, i had over 100 filed away for no reason at all bt i lost them & then i also collect condoms :/

WHAT’S SOMETHING YOU WANT TO LEARN MORE ABOUT BUT YOU’RE TOO LAZY? — i wna learn how 2 make jewelry n like ,,, embroidery bt i know how to embroider i just wanna get back into it n i wna learn like. knowledge. academic stuff too bt im also too lazy and im just a dumb old horse so :/

THREE LANGUAGES YOU DON’T SPEAK, BUT WISH YOU COULD — italian n french n ig spanish too

MOVIE YOU’VE WATCHED MORE THAN 5 TIMES — shrek ? austin powers ? princess diaries / elle enchanted ?? halloweentown n all the sequels ??

NAME A FICTIONAL CHARACTER FROM TV/FILM/MOVIE/GAME/BOOK THAT YOU FIND YOURSELF PROJECTING ON / YOU RELATE TO — shawn spencer frm psych, veronica mars, penelope garcia frm criminal minds, mike myers’ cat in the hat, dr. evil frm austin powers bt also his son scott evil, scooby doo probably, daria ??? i relate to my dog bodhi :/ puddles the clown

IS THERE ANY MEDIA (BOOK/MOVIE/GAME/TV SHOW) YOU FEEL CHANGED YOU IN SOME WAY? — six of crows / fleabag / deponia theyve all made me cry before bt like. continuously cry.

DO YOU FOLLOW ANY SPORTS? WHO DO YOU ROOT FOR? — no.

HOBBIES BESIDES WASTING AWAY HERE? — um. redacted

PLUG A TV SHOW / MOVIE / BOOK / VIDEO GAME / ETC… YOU WISH MORE PEOPLE WOULD CHECK OUT — big fish directed by tim burton go stare at danny devito’s bare ass do it do it do it i never even finished the movie i dont think BJNSKDMLFG

TEAM EDWARD OR JACOB? (IF NOT APPLICABLE, WHO DO YOU LIKE MOST IN THE TWILIGHT SERIES) — edward

LAST MOVIE SEEN IN THEATRE — um thts rly hard bc i dont know bt i have a ticket so let me just check ,,, the joker i went n saw the joker

DO YOU STILL READ FOR FUN? — occasionally bt i dont have motivation so

IF SO, WHAT ARE YOU CURRENTLY READING? — n/a BDKFJ

ON A SCALE OF 1-10, HOW MUCH DID YOU HATE FILLING THIS OUT? – 5 bt thats just bc im not feeling gr8 today

#wshtask #wshtask001

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ddaenggtan · 5 years

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jungkook

j | write or describe an alternative ending to [insert fic].

You didn’t pick and I’ve been sitting on this for a while sO y’all get to know how From Eden was supposed to end before I wussed out and decided Nah Romance Y’all! I’m putting it at the end, though, because this is long enough as it is!

u | share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much.

ryn i know u sent this and i hate you for making me pick anyone at all for anything sO YOU’RE RUDE, BLOCKED AND REPORTED, I’M MAKING YOU ONE OF THEM AND I HOPE IT GETS CHUMMY FOR YA

@fortunexkookie - ryn is easily one of my favorite writers, because everything they write is very real. like. each mc is relatable in their own way, they’re all very human and flawed and realistic, and i really love that. each of their iterations of the members are also very distinct, like their Falling Skies Jungkook is very different from their The Turing Test Jungkook, while still maintaining, I think, the things that make them them. Both Jungkooks are, at heart, very much like I imagine the real Jungkook to be, while still being distinct characters. If you dropped them both into a room, they’d have their own personalities and quirks and traits, but they’d still be JK. And the way Ryn does their world-building is simple and understated but it can’t be denied that it’s some of the most beautiful worldbuilding I’ve seen. And we’re not going to start on the prose part of their writing, because I will legitimately never stop talking about the way Ryn consistently puts in lines that just. Echo. In your brain. Like. It flows and it emotes and it’s perfect for the scenes, but then they just hit you with these specific parts that just stay in your heart for so long that they grow roots. I’m never not going to be in love with Ryn’s writing.

@junqkook - Yara is an ICON. Like. HOW she read something I wrote and thought it was good I still don’t know because I legitimately am floored every single time I read something by her. I’m pretty sure I’ve gone through her masterlist at least twice, and every single story is so unique and creative, even the ones that are inspired are published series, and I’m just. In awe. The characters she creates are always so varied and intriguing, and the worlds are so interesting and fascinating, and I am consistently envious of the way her work flows so smoothly and so naturally. It all has such a natural progression, the dialogue is genuine and real, and I’m just. I’m in awe. Literally in awe, I love it so much, and I can only hope that my shiny garbage can one day be like that.

@gukyi - i don’t think we’re actually mutuals, because I could only wish for someone like Guyi to know I exist, and the only reason I’m keeping the tag is bc she deserves all of the love and praise. If you want good fics, especially if you’re not one for the smut, then you really need to be following Guyi because the worlds she creates in her fics are absolutely astounding. Her entire HP au series is absolutely phenomenal and creative and stands out from every single hp au I’ve EVER read, which is rare because while they all tend to be good, they also all tend to be very similar because there’s only so much you can usually do in a hp au, and I haven’t read a single fic from her that I didn’t love. Victorious? Iconic, the worldbuilding she did to add onto HTTYD was phenomenal, and she blew the childhood friends to enemies to lovers trope out of the park. Her horror fics are some of the only ones I’ve read because they’re just that good. THE WEDDING PLANNERS? Truly iconic. I honestly WISH I could write like Guyi.

n - answered here

g | do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order?

I’m a dumb bitch, so I have to write my story from start to finish. I tend to ramble in my notes about various scenes I want to include, and maybe some random notes about the relationship or their personalities, but like.

o - answered here

k | what’s the angstiest idea you’ve ever come up with?

That’s gOTTA be Forever Rain, like. I’m not usually an angst person, so I’m not super good at coming up with angst prompts, but Forever Rain is EASILY the most angsty thing I’ve ever come up with. I’m getting sad just writing it, like.

From Eden Alternate Ending

The aftermath of the fight with Demeter changes everything. Hoseok and Hades don’t see Yoongi before he gets dragged back to Olympus, which shouldn’t be possible in the first place, but Zeus has always tended to side with anyone who wasn’t the Queen of the Dead. No one is even sure Yoongi’s alright until Hermes comes down to tell them about Zeus’ decision, and Hoseok is pretty sure he’s never seen Hades angrier than that night. They haven’t spoken since, not really; he knows that she visits him when she thinks he’s asleep, knows that she runs her hands carefully through the air above his fractured wing even as she has to work to stitch her own body back together out of shadows and the memory of what hope felt like. The guilt shoves from her in waves, until it cloys in his throat and drowns out his own. Hades is focused on her own pain; how she should never have gone to Zeus, never have sought out what Yoongi was so afraid of, never trusted that Hoseok would be able to stay with him when Yoongi could convince anyone of anything. She doesn’t talk to anyone, doesn’t do anything but the work expected of her; the dead are piling up, slower than during Demeter’s rampage in the mortal world, but without Hoseok there to pass judgement, the Council is forced to, and they take far longer than he ever did, and she doesn’t know what she’s going to do because he was hurt because of her.

Hoseok, meanwhile, is on bedrest, forced to spread his wings over several chairs so that they stay put, so the bones don’t break further and they set correctly. He’s a god - one of the oldest gods - but Demeter knew what she was doing when she twisted his wings beneath her and laughed as they cracked. In this story, Hades does not talk to him softly as he heals; she’s too afraid to see the accusation in his eyes, the blame that does not exist. She doesn’t tell him that she thinks its her fault, so he isn’t able to convince her otherwise. He doesn’t shed any tears with her in the darkness, she doesn’t hear his whispered confession that he blames himself because if he’d stayed...if he hadn’t flown off to try to protect his queen then maybe, just maybe, Yoongi would still be there. He’d still be safe. She doesn’t wipe his tears with her thumb, she doesn’t press a gentle kiss to his cheek after asking for his forgiveness, he doesn’t slide his lips across her knuckles and tell her there’s nothing to forgive. Instead there’s only Hoseok, stuck in a room and in pain, wondering if he’s condemned Yoongi to death because he couldn’t follow orders.

In this universe, Hades is too afraid to send warnings to Olympus about what might happen to the dead if Yoongi returns hurt or upset. She doesn’t want to meddle more, doesn’t want to cause more damage to the flower god that she loves so much, doesn’t want to watch him crumple like the blossoms around her pomegranate tree. Can’t bear to think about where the golden drops that decorate the ground there came from, but can’t bear to have it covered, either. It’s a reminder, of just what happens when she gets too close. Of what happens when she lets herself forget that she carries Death on her fingertips and Tragedy in her footprints.

In this universe, when Yoongi returns, he isn’t waiting in her room to tell her that he loves her and Hoseok. He doesn’t hold her, doesn’t show her how much he missed her in those months. In this universe he comes back quiet and solitary. He doesn’t visit Hoseok at the gates anymore. Yoongi can’t bear the reminder of the pain he caused. This time, Yoongi stays in his room. He visits the tree and his flowers, tends to them until the remnants of his blood are visible no more and the only reminder of that night is the taste of pomegranate on his tongue. He doesn’t visit Hades, doesn’t make jokes with Hoseok, and neither of them seek him out, too ashamed or guilty or grief-stricken to be faced with the hope he holds in his very skin. None of them can bear it, so none of them do.

Hades stops wandering the Meadow. She doesn’t visit the gates, either, ignores the whines of Cerberus when he misses her, refuses to pass anywhere near the courtyard where the tree sits, surrounded by a kaleidoscope of color that she’s grown to hate. The smell of pomegranate surrounds her, as it always has, but it turns her stomach now more than ever. She cries more often than before, and no one notices.

Hoseok doesn’t let the Council take over again. There’s a backlog of spirits, that’s the excuse he sticks to, and there’s too much work to be done. He pets Cerberus when the dog whines, letting all three heads lick wounds in him that no one can see, and he pretends that it’s okay. He doesn’t look at the flower crown hanging on the peg nearby, pretends it’s not there and that it’s as faded and withered as the ones behind it. His judgments become harsher, less forgiving than they were, and people stop asking for them. He stands with the dog at his back and the anger on his face and pretends like he’s healed. He doesn’t acknowledge that more broke that night than just his wing. Or that it never really healed.

Yoongi doesn’t speak. He’s silent and steady in the darkness, hands moving on instinct. He misses Cerb, misses the way he would cajole Hoseok into judging more souls, misses the way Hades would smile as she worked on the flowers. But he knows better, now. His mother spent six months reminding just what would happen if he ran again, what would happen if he let himself think he was safe again. He has nothing else to do so he thinks, about what he should’ve done. How he shouldn’t have convinced Hoseok to leave, how he shouldn’t have been in the Meadow, how he shouldn’t have asked about the pomegranates, how he shouldn’t have gotten attached when he knew she wouldn’t let him stay. How he shouldn’t have run. The pile of flower crowns beside him grows with every day, and they mock him with their refusal to wither. They stay, bright and full and hopeful, a light in the dark of his room that refuses to go out. When he leaves to go back to his mother, he doesn’t take them with him.

#answered #ask game #about bette #fic: from eden #ahahahahahaha pain #lots of pain #i hurt #a lot #probably i should turn this into its own little post so its easier for people to see but!#oh well!#this is sad #bUT LOVE THOSE AUTHORS OKAY SEND THEM ALL THE LOVE AND SUPPORT BECAUSE THEY DESERVE IT #Anonymous #questions

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Hi, for the unusual asks, everything except the one that make you uncomfortable ^^ (I'm sorry ^^)

HHHH OKAY THIS WILL BE LONG(I'm going to exclude the ones I already did too)1) Spotify, SoundCloud, or pandora?-I used to use pandora but I quit that a while ago. I mostly use google play2) is your room messy or clean?-the only clean spot is in the middle so that I can lay out my yoga mat 🙃3) what color are your eyes?-blue-green w/ those gold specks? Idk they're from my mom. I just write "blue" on all my paperwork4) done previously!5) what is your relationship status?-boi I'm single af6) describe your personality in 3 words or less-Gryffindor, ENFJ, lawful-good ;)7) what hair color do you have?-brown. At one point I wanted to dye it, but cadets aren't allowed to so8) what kind of car do you drive? What color?-a really old dark red ford truck9) where do you shop?-lmao hot topic and tractor supply, there is no in between10) how would you describe your style?-it entirely depends on what I'm doing. I own allot of graphic tees and active/yoga wear but also jeans and FLANNEL. ALLOT OF THAT. I also have tactical pants? Idk man11) favorite social media account?-I hate to say it but it's this one. Instagram is the runner up. 12) what size bed do you have?-top bunk twin13) any siblings?-a younger one and an older half sister that I have no contact with14) if you could live anywhere in the would where would it be and why?-well, first I'd like to live in a town and finish my career, but after that I'd want to just. Move into a cabin in the woods and live off the land with allot of animals. I'd probably still want to be in California though, but I used to want Alaska15) favorite Snapchat filter?-probably the dog or flower crown cause I'm basic16) favorite makeup brand(s)?-what's a "make up"17) how many times a week do you shower?-usually every day. I love cleanliness and good skin18) favorite TV show?-...voltron, yeah. I also like walking dead and Gotham 19) shoe size?-around 7, give it take 1/220) how tall are you?-5'521) sandals or sneakers?-sneakers, always22) do you go to the gym?-nah, I do all my workouts at home23) describe your dream date. -the stars are out. The air is a bit chilly, but not too cold. We came out here to look at the land in its true nature, either on a truck or on horses. We've made a fire to warm us, and have blankets and cocoa. Maybe there's a dog with us. We've probably eaten pizza at some point. In the morning our backs are wet with dew and we make coffee24) how much money do you have in your wallet at the moment?-idk like 20 bucks and gift cards to Starbucks, GameStop, and the local movie theatre25) already done!26) how many pillows do you sleep with?-like 6+27) do you have a job? What do you do?-art, school, and cadet stuff is my job28) how many friends do you have?-I have like 3 really close ones, but I know allot of others29) what's the worst thing you have ever done?-I've never broken laws or anything, but I've lied before and that feels really wrong30) what's your favorite candle scent?-anything with cinnamon 31) 3 favorite boy names-(I have tons but,,,) Nolan, Atticus, Leo or Marlow probably,,, Wren??32) 3 favorite girl names-(same here) ANYTHING THAT RELATES TO BIRDS PROBABLY 33) favorite actor?-hdjslw criss pratt 34) favorite actress?-I LOVE THEM ALL35) who is your celebrity crush?-I had a really big crush on Lee Pace for a long ass time36) favorite movie?-I can't choose,,, I can't (the entire planet of the apes series)37) do you read allot? What's your favorite book?-I used to read 24/7, but school has stopped me from that. My favorite series is the 7 realms series or animorphs!38) money or brains?-why not both? Jk, totally brains39) do you have a nickname? What is it?-I am known as meggo the ego, megatron, pookie, and more 🙃40) how many times have you been in the hospital?-for myself? Just a couple41) top 10 songs-I refuse to choose. I love far too many. 42) do you take any medications daily?-nah43) what is your skin type?-tans easy, scars easy, rarely burns. It used to be really dry but I've started taking care of myself. 44) biggest fear?-moths. I hate them. Or something deep and personal like all those that I love suffering and dying, but I don't think about that. Nah45) how many kids do you want?-between 1 and 3. I might foster more than that. 46) what's your go to hairstyle?-I wash it. And then comb it. That's it. (Long live short hair)47) what kind of house do you live in?-a small one with a big yard48) who is your role model?-I have a few, but my mom is first. Then it's other adults I know like a couple local officers and my uncle. After that? Io Tillet Wright 49) already done!50) what was he last text you sent?-it was texting a guy about doing art for his band 51) how old were you when you found out Santa wasn't real?-I have no idea. I think past 8 tho52) what is your dream car?-big. Sturdy. Can drive through any weather and bullets can't penetrate it. Vroom vroom. It's basically the presidents car53) opinion on smoking?-it is nasty and will kill you do not do it54) do you go to college?-I'm still in high school but I take a psych class over at my community college 55) what is your dream job?-CHP officer, possibly a K9 or equestrian unit. That or an air force pilot and then something in space 56) would you rather live in a rural area or the suburbs?-rural. But if I have kids that might be different57) do you take shampoo and conditioner bottle from hotels?-no but I use it when I'm there58) already done!59) do you smile for pictures?-Ye60) how many pictures do your have on your phone?-2,35361) already done!62) do you still watch cartoons?-they're what I prefer63) do you prefer chicken nuggets from Wendy's or McDonald's?-I,,, don't like chicken nuggets64) favorite dipping sauce?-the butter garlic stuff from little caesars 65) what do you wear to bed?-large shirts give or take a pair of sweatpants. Sometimes just underwear66) have you ever won a spelling bee?-I don't think I've ever participated in one67) what are your hobbies?-riding horses, art, cadet stuff68) can you draw?-yeah. I actually do it allot. 69) do you play an instrument?-the only thing I ever learned to play was the xylophone 70) what was the last concert you saw?-wheezer and panic! At the disco71) tea or coffee?-I am sustained by coffee (but I like tea too)72) Starbucks or Dunkin' Donuts?-Starbucks 73) do you want to get married?-I do! It's not my main focus tho74) what is your crushes trust and last initial?-YALL THINK UR SLICK NAH MAN. I HAVE PEOPLE THAT FOLLOW ME THAT WILL KNOW. 75) are you going to change your last name when you get married?-maybe. It just depends. 76) what color looks best one you?-what is,,, fashion?77) do you miss anyone right now?-yeah :/78) do you sleep with your door opened or closed?-IT IS CLOSED AND WILL STAY CLOSED. 79) do you believe in ghosts?-yes. Yes, yes, yes. 80) what is your biggest pet peeve?-people who eat noisily 81) last person you called?-...my mom82) favorite ice cream flavor?-variations of chocolate 83) regular Oreos or golden Oreos?-regular, of course 84) chocolate or rainbow sprinkles?-rainbow ❤️💛💚💙💜85) what shirt are you wearing?-a cal fire shirt that my mom had when she was a firefighter86) what is your phone background?-... the starship enterprise 87) are you outgoing or shy?-mostly outgoing but I'm p laid back 88) already done!89) do you like your neighbors?-the only neighbor I have is my cousin. He's my least favorite cousin. 90) do you wash your face?-yeah, but just with water unless I'm in the shower. I usually wash it in the morning if I'm tired and at night before I go to bed91) have you ever been high?-no sir I am a law-abiding minor 92) have you ever been drunk?-no sir I am a law-abiding minor93) sat thing you ate?-soup. I have a cold. 94) favorite lyrics right now? -uhh,,, you know around 2 minutes into rolling stone by falling in reverse? Yeah. Or all of either closer or sing me to sleep95) summer or winter?-summer has more free time!96) day or night?-I like both for different reasons! In summer I definitely like night more though. 97) dark, milk, or white chocolate?-I love milk chocolate and also like dark chocolate but white chocolate rose from hell in order to be eaten98) favorite month?-uh,, I,, don't know99) what is your zodiac sign? -Leo!100) who was the last person you cried in front of?-I cry in front of no one (my mom probably)THERE I FINISHED IM SO SORRY TO WHOEVER READS THROUGH THIS

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Synopsis | It's Valentines Day and Jeon Jungkook, for the very first time, attempts to go beyond his pseudonym 'Little Prince' who's sending you love letters anonymously, to spend the day of the hearts with you a little more than what bestfriends usually do (OR a series of events where Jungkook oddly fails and succeeds at the same time in making your heart flutter and it looks like this day might end up to something more than he initially planned). Genre | Fluff Pairing | Jungkook x reader (football player!jk + writer!you / College!AU) Wordcount | 5.4k

Read more of football!jk drabbles in The Prince and His Rose

There will always be an uncanny way how past events can catch up to you. A sliver of early morning light, a resemblance of a familiar face from a faded poster, a sudden storm of blurred smiles in the tornado of thoughts–everything a dizzying state of déjà vu. It’s the kind of thought that stays in the back of one’s mind; not at all stale but so fresh that it was nearly a feeling, with all a feeling’s overwhelming power to kill other thoughts.

Jungkook feels this when his eyes met yours across the corridor.

Your eyes have always been familiar. Warm brown and homey, Jungkook always feels the calm whenever he looks at them. It’s probably the familiarity they offer, the result of more than ten years of knowing you and memorizing the small details of you on the back of his palm, enough for him to trace the constellations of your face under his lids when you happen to appear in his dream. However, it’s not just the familiarity. Now, the palpitations of his heart, the heat that rises to his cheeks, and the songs from the birds in his rib-caged heart are enough to tell him it’s more than just knowing you too well.

He’s in love with you–probably even more than that.

Your name weighs so much more on his tongue than the countless people who gravitated around him through the years, and your smile is enough for him to get him through the whole day as the image of you always stay imprinted in his mind, a memory fresh enough for him to bring back before his eyes even if he didn’t intend to. It doesn’t even leave him a choice; he always sees you.

He’s been stubborn for the past two years to acknowledge that his heart is bearing feelings more than what friendship demands and now that the knowledge of being in love with you has finally sunk in, it’s only then that he realized that everything about you comes in full force. What were trivial things before in the back of his mind are now a magnitude of-of everything! A smile, a laughter, a contact of your skin against his–everything is overwhelming and he’s relishing in every bit of it.

“Hey, Kook,” you said, lips pulled into semi-smile as you raise your knuckles aligned to his.

Jungkook quirks a smile in return and bumps his fist with yours. The past ten years with you are not enough to erase the things you’ve made tradition with him, promises from juvenile pinky swears of a “special greeting just between the two of us” solidified in the years you’ve grown with him. And damn, he likes every bit of it but it’s not like he’d admit it to you aloud.

Everything he’s feeling right now are yet for you to know. He needs more time and courage to make you fully understand how much you mean to him.

Jungkook could already feel the heat cupping the expanse of his cheeks, so he cracks a grin, grabs your backpack, and turns his back to head to the lecture room before you can even glimpse at the reds that may have already bloomed on his face.

“Hey! Give my bag to me!” you huff as you catch up to his walking figure.

“I’ll carry it,” Jungkook says, “it looks like you needed help doing it.”

“I do not!”

Jungkook laughs. You’ve been complaining about the ache on your back for the past week and you have the nerve to deny it with a straight face as if he hasn’t been giving you some back massage in between your breaks for the past days. Anyway, he won’t say it out loud. He knows you hate it when you appear weak and vulnerable to the people around you.

Jungkook glances at you. “What’s your first class?”

You grumble behind him, “Physics.”

“Then I’ll drop you there.”

“You sound like my dad, but whatever. You liked carrying my bag all the way to the next building? Be free to do so.”

Jungkook could feel a small, lithe hand make its way to hold his much larger one and before he can choke on his own breath, he mutters a rushed “I’ll be happy to do so, Y/N.” before falling into silence with you.

It’s four o’clock and his classes are finished and Jungkook feels like throwing up. It’s true that feelings do have this sickeningly delicious power to kill thoughts because for the past hour, one single thing is being stirred in his heart and mind: he’s about to fuck up.

Jungkook blames it on his damn friend and roommate, Park Jimin.

“So…whaddya gonna do on the day of the hearts?”

Jungkook looks up from the code he’s typing on his laptop to give his friend a raised brow. “Day of the hearts?”

Jimin scrunches his forehead. “Duh, Valentines. It’s five days from now and everyone’s been quipping about it since last week. Hell, I even saw some girl slip in a pink envelope in your locker for the third time this day.”

Jungkook clicks his tongue. “Ugh, why do they keep on sending their confessions when it’s clear I already have set my eyes on someone.”

Jimin looks at him funny. “’Cus no one actually knows that you already have a special lady. Even Y/N doesn’t even know she’s the reason of your gooey heart eyes.”

“I do not have gooey heart eyes.”

“Yeah, you do. Alllll the time.”

“Fine,” Jungkook tears the headphones from his ears and sets it on his neck, “okay, I get it. I’m dumb and a big ass coward to admit to my bestfriend I’m fucking in love with her. But I already got things covered, man. Got the letter, the pink envelope, and the golden crown already prepared. I’ll drop it on the 14th in her locker.”

Jimin hums, totally unsatisfied. But before Jungkook goes back to his homework, his friend’s words stuck word per word on the back of his mind that prevented him to have an ounce of sleep for the next few days:

“Don’t you want to do something more than just sending her love letters in the guise of the ‘Little Prince’?”

This is the reason why he fucking spent his two-hour break rummaging through his closet for an “eyecandy” get-up–the ever plain black bomber, black shirt, and ripped jeans–instead of napping and redeeming the dark circles under his eyes. This is also the very reason why he is currently dying on the bench of the campus grounds after you just replied to his “Hey, you free today?” with “Yeah, what’s up?” Why his hands are shaking and sweaty and his chest feels like about to combust? He just fucking sent you an adrenaline-induced-self-hatred-and-anxiety-propelled reply of “Valentines, hoe.” And all of this just happened FIVE MINUTES ago and he’s not yet doing anything in his listed plan and he’s already fucking things up!

Fuck Park Jimin, fuck this goddamn stupid plan, everything’s gonna fail and–

“What’s up, Kook?”

Jungkook nearly cries out a banshee scream but luckily, a heavy hand slapping on his shoulder is enough to wake him up.

“My God, what’s up with you? Are you okay?” you plopped down beside him.

“O-oh, umm yeah, Y/N, hi!” Jungkook stammers. You’re still dressed in the same clothes this morning–rose pink oversized sweater and faded blue jeans, probably forgoing your three-hour break to finish the storyboarding of the new play for the drama club with the other writers. But still, you look as dazzling as ever and Jungkook finds it necessary for his poor heart to add just an inch of space between you two before your hand could graze his burning skin.

If you’re unsettled by the blatant weirdness he’s displaying in public, you didn’t show it. “Soo,” you look at him, “what’s with Valentines?”

“Oh-Umm. We’re single?”

Your mouth hangs open. “Yeah, well no shit, Sherlock Jungkook. What’s that got to do with you asking me if I’m free–oh wait,” you frowned at him, “are you trying to prank me? ‘Cause if you are, I’d rather spend–”

“No, this is not a prank! I-I-” Jungkook closes his eyes and breathes. “I got some tickets to an open-ground concert tonight and obviously, I could have asked anyone to come with me–because you know? The Jeon Effect is irresistible–but since you’re single and you’re ready to mingle, why not hang out with me?”

“…So…your point is?”

Jungkook smiles, shoulders and hopes raised, “Go out with me?”

“You know, you could have just said that out loud without rambling some idiotic nonsense.”

“Where’s the idiotic nonsense in what I said?”

“You rhyming ‘single’ with ‘mingle’ and that goddamn Jeon Effect.”

“But it’s true! The Jeon Effect is irresistible!”

“Say that to my fist.”

“Hi Y/N’s fist! The Jeon Effect is really irresistible, no?”

“Oh, shut up!”

Thirty minutes later, you and a jumpy Jungkook are walking by the town plaza, heading to god knows what is stored in your bestfriend's mind. The concert is scheduled not any later than eight and the two of you are just wandering around to pass the free three hours.

Despite the straight face you're currently sporting, you don't actually mind spending the rest of your afternoon with him. Valentines is an overrated event, a marketing act to get couples to go out and spend and do extra cheesy public displays of affection. However, you can't deny the beauty lying beneath of it all. The town looked like spring in pastel pink swept over it: pink and red dozens of flowers filled every space and corner of the street in wrapped bouquets or wooden baskets, romantic designs in wall arts and frosted glass panes littered every store, and varying sizes of cut-out hearts hung above the streetlamps, stringed next to each other to form lines and lines of them that it seems like they’ve corded throughout the city. You might be biased because red is your favorite color but the beauty and art surrounding you cannot go unnoticed. It's there right around you, blatantly laid out just for you to see and look at–just like the stupid face your bestfriend is pulling right in front of you.

You don't know how the hell he is now stuck literally by your side when moments ago you're walking side by side, arms-length apart.

"So...where do you wanna go?" Jungkook asks.

"I don't know, wherever you wanna go to."

"Hmm," Jungkook looks around before stopping on something and then he's grinning back at you, "Let's go there, yeah?"

Before you can take a glimpse of what he saw, he's already running to the right side of the road, taking you in tow with your hand clasped in his grip, his warmth enveloping the entirety of your hand.

You don't even know why you're complaining mentally; you actually don't mind feeling his warmth against yours nor the fact that you're just following his lead to god knows where.

"You do know you have long ass legs, Kook, and I'm barely catching up."

Jungkook slows down a bit but not enough for you to pace back into walking, and oh, your hand still in his. He looks back at you, "Well, It's because you got cute little legs so you gotta catch up."

"Are we there yet?"

Moments of breathless huffs and people staring curiously at the both of you pass before Jungkook abruptly stops and breathes "We're here." A small shop is in front of you two with huge, clear glass windows that enable you to see the decorative displays of frosted pastries and fresh sandwiches. The pastel pink and white awning is tapered with gold lines and a cursive "Lovers' Lounge" is neatly drawn on the glass with a cute heart right beside it.

Jungkook hurriedly opens the door for you and you step inside to be hit with the enticing aroma of roasted beans and baked dough. Along with the sensation is a sickening view of countless couples sitting on heart-shaped couches fawning over each other that you can hardly see anyone touching the cakes and croissants served on their tables.

You immediately whipped your head to face your bestfriend. "Jungkook, I think this isn't the place we're supposed to go–”

"Good afternoon, Sir, what would you like to have with your girlfriend?"

Girlfriend?! Your mouth drops open and before you can voice out a "No, we're just friends," your bestfriend has already pulled you to his side with his arm wound around your waist, drawing you so close that you can smell the cedarwood he probably sprayed this morning.

"Umm, we would like two caramel macchiatos and a set of glazed doughnuts," Jungkook pauses and looks at you smiling. "What else do you like, my Y/N?"

What.the.absolute.fuck. Jeon Jungkook has finally lost his mind.

Taking in your scrunched forehead and ajar mouth, Jungkook cuts right in and finishes his order with "and a platter of carbonara, thank you." He then leads you to the right corner of the shop and before everything that just happened settle down in your consciousness, you're sitting face to face with your bestfriend wearing the dumbest grin he could ever pull.

"What the fuck, Jungkook?" you hissed, "What's with the arm thingy and-and-and the ‘my Y/N’ cringey shit? What–”

"Shh!" Jungkook clamps his hand over your mouth but you slap it away and scowled at him.

Jungkook chuckles, "My god, you look so cute right now."

"I ain't being cute! What the fuck just happened on the counter?"

"This is a couples' restaurant, Y/N. Jimin told me that they'll have all foods free for couples this Valentines Day starting from twelve noon until five, and look," Jungkook peeks at his watch, “it's 4:57. Just in time.”

"Oh...that's why you didn't pay anything on the counter."

"Exactly. Now we just gotta pretend we're a couple whenever the servers near us and we're good to go." Jungkook sits back and wiggles his eyebrows. "So what do you say?"

"Hmm'kay. I'm not saying no to free food after all, but," you faced him, your lips in a straight line, "next time you have some ridiculous shit up your sleeve, it would be nice if you inform me first, you know? I don't like surprises."

"You don't like surprises?" Jungkook gawks. "Then what about the impulsive camping I dragged you to last October? Or the surprise pillow fort I made on your room for your birthday last year? You were even getting cheesy with 'oh my god, Jungkook, thank you so much, I love you–”

"That's different! And-and I didn't even say 'I love you'–I just expressed my gratitude and appreciation with 'thanks, Kook, for being a great friend and all!'"

"Same context though," Jungkook shrugs, "I know you love me, just admit it."

When you don't answer, Jungkook laughs and it wasn’t long before the waitress comes with your order on the tray. As she places each dish on your table, you took a peek at your bestfriend who’s ogling the pasta platter and you think it wouldn’t hurt if you concede to his request. It wasn’t really a request, but with the way he’s been going nonstop about it whenever you hangout, it’s likely he won’t stop soon until he hears it. It’s not like you mind doing it anyway–probably close enough to liking it because your chest don’t feel so heavy when you mutter "Fine, I love you.”

The look on Jungkook's eyes is something else, something you've never seen before. It's warm and familiar that it's easy to draw out the loud and obnoxious six-year-old you've befriended with your large story book even after the years he has grown. But the way he's looking at you is different and you don't know what the hell it means or the sudden warmth that wraps around you when it should be only felt by your right hand as he intertwines his fingers with yours.

Under the soft tangerine glow of the light, he pulls a tender smile and for the first time, it doesn't look so dumb.

Silence was both your companion for the next hour that followed. Not like the awkward emptiness, or the sudden quietness that sweeps over after a hearty conversation, it was most definitely not the comfortable calm Jungkook was seeking. It felt like a silent film–soundless but so full of momentum, the kind where a slight of a movement is enough to break things aloud. Jungkook could attest to it. He doesn’t know what the hell transpired in the café, how he suddenly gained his friend, Seokjin’s, cringey confidence to attempt to woo you with cheesy lines, but if he’s going to be honest, the ballads ringing atop the lungs of the birds in his chest is not solely caused by his courting shenanigans. The hint of pinkness on the apples of your cheeks, the sweet, fond smile you sent his way, and that goddamn soft “I love you” were all it took to set everything in him ablaze. The night blooms further, the skyline turns obsidian, and he can’t still feel his heart.

The boy takes a peek at you and the same old doubts replay in his head–what are you thinking? Do you like him planning not-so-dates like this? Do you feel a little bit better when he do stuffs like this? It may have been Jimin’s idea to get him out of his comfort zone but it wasn’t the sole reason that moved him to man up and try his hand again in trying to make you feel what you make him feel.

Jungkook isn’t blind. The half-smile you flashed at him first thing in the morning was already a sign. You’ve been…acting different for the past few days. Your eyes don’t hold the same spark they usually do when you smile, your lips won’t easily curve upward like they instantly do when you see him, and you even skipped your three-hour break you usually use for nap times with him for working again on the storyboard he knows you’ve already prepared since last week. The worst of it, you felt so far from him when you’ve always been so near and just within his reach. You haven’t sent him anything–no “hey, Jungkook, what do you think of this prose?”, no “StarKook! I’ve been running out of ideas go send me oooneee,” not even the usual “Jungkook? I’m feeling sad. Come over?” you usually send him just to let him stay at your dorm and hear you rant out about another bitch in class or a declined manuscript. No text, no chat–just plain nothing. It’s not just because of the pain in your back; there’s obviously something more and Jungkook can’t think of any other way to make you feel better than going out of his way to make you feel loved. He didn’t just get two tickets to the local band you’ve been gushing over last month; he practically spent a night fighting for them on an online sold out. He didn’t come up of going to some random heart-decor-filled place to walk around; he remembered you telling him a year ago about this town plaza that goes the extra mile on whatever event or holiday. All of them are just small details but the thing is, you always communicate with him in these minute details that over the years of reading between the lines you text him and hearing the underlying shifts of tone of your voice, Jungkook already knows the truth behind the things you say before you can even utter them out. He has always known you and if this is what he has to do to re-discover you again, Jungkook would willingly do everything.

Jungkook looks at you again and this time your gaze connects to his.

“What are you looking at?”

“Nothing. Just you and your sappy face.”

“As if you don’t have a dumb face,” you mumbled but Jungkook still hears them and he laughs. It didn’t take a second for you to follow, and by then the tinkling of your laughter has already surrounded the two of you in a calming haze as you head to the green field.

The concert ground looked like velvet gardens of green as the pastel-colored lights overhead drape the sea of people in soft hues of spring. Jungkook doesn’t remember much of the names of the people who sparked conversations with you as you both sat on the picnic blanket he laid out or the names the acoustic band list off to which they dedicate their songs to. But every bit of the song–the melody, the beat, and the lyrics stay embedded in his mind that he’s certainly write in his little black notebook as soon as he went back to the dorm. It was almost like a therapy; the soft strumming of guitars, the warm, soulful voices of the singers, the wonderful keys of the piano, and the unexpected upbeat interludes almost sent everyone into a different world as all sorts of feelings evaded everyone’s senses. People sang along, some moved their heads, a few couples slow danced on the grass and Jungkook can also see the effect on you. The straight face you wore when you first came in melted into a peaceful one and it was enough to tell everything; your contented smile and mirthful eyes that he’ll sure draw in the very same black notebook where he keeps all the poems and prose you have sent to him. You didn’t get to sing along with everyone but he knows you enjoyed every bit of the concert because even when the bands are gone and so is everyone else, it looks like you can’t find it in yourself to get up and leave just yet. So Jungkook just stays and waits, relishing every minute he could get with you by his side before tomorrow comes and Friday classes sets you apart from him again.

It was only a matter of minutes though before he finally gets his answers.

“Have you ever felt like…being stuck in one place and never moving at all?”

Jungkook looks at you and licks his lips before answering, “Hmm…I do but…It’s been a while though.”

“For me it is too. But it hit me full force just recently,” you pause and then you looked at him. “And it fucking sucks. It feels so terrible.”

“What is?”

“Not being able to write anything,” you put your hand before you and clenched it before spreading it out again. “My hand yearns to type again, something–a word, a phrase, whatever, and it just…can’t. I can’t. I thought having my manuscripts continuously declined again and again, again and again, is the worst I could get until this feeling of idleness starts to consume you. Fuck, it isn’t even a feeling at all–just a thought but it’s been killing other thoughts that it’s the only thing you could think of just like what feelings do. Jungkook,” you turn to him and it was only then that Jungkook sees the unshed tears brimming in your eyes, “I fe-feel like I’m not improving at all-just stuck and useless in this limbo and everyone has their eyes on me constantly supporting me and my stuff or lying in wait when I will finally fall and I just…feel so pressured too but what’s unsettling is that I, myself, is even disappointed at what I’ve become. What’s the purpose of being a writer if I can’t write?”

And everything hits Jungkook. A sliver of youth-filled days, blown dandelions, and naivety and immaturity running through his veins – the memory of the fourteen-year old you and the seventeen-year old him who were talking about much mature questions of your indefinite future, too heavy for your premature minds.

“What do you want to do in your life, Jungkook?”

“I don’t know...I’m not good in anything yet,” Jungkook murmured and he hunched his shoulders when you nudged him another dandelion for him to hold but he accepts it anyway. “What about you?”

“I’m going to be a writer! A very good one,” you beamed, giggling, your eyes resembling half moons.

Jungkook just stared at you. He’s never seen eyes so bright like yours before. When you looked at him with your forehead furrowed, he broke from his stupor and mumbled, “T-that’s great. I-I’m kinda embarrassed I still don’t know what I’m good at. I-I’m already seventeen and I have to repeat three years in school because I’m dumb and can’t get anything right–”

“Hey!” you cut him off and the frown that suddenly settled on your face made him nervous. “You’re not dumb!”

“B-but I am. I mean look, the kids of my age are already seniors and I’m still here in junior high and they probably have their lives planned ahead before them and here I am, still figuring things out and fucking things up. Even you have already your dreams! Whi-while I’m here…just unmoving and not growing.”

“You know, you can’t compare one’s growth with another.” You stood up and patted the fallen buds of the countless dandelions you’ve blown in your garden. Your mother would probably kill you but you couldn’t care less. You grabbed the pot of a marigold in the plant box on the right of your front door and bring it by your side as you sat beside your friend once again. “One’s growth is different to another, look," you point at the seemingly burning oranges and reds of the marigold. "A marigold only takes fourteen days for its sprout to grow from the seed and around two months before its flower starts to bloom, however," you point at the yellow dandelion planted before you, the only one standing tall with its flowers long before it becomes a seed head, "a dandelion takes two months just to grow the sprout yet in one month's time it can already start to flower." You look at him this time, "See? They grow at different times but look, they're both gonna reach their peak and they would all be beautiful!" You let your lips grow into a smile, "You know, you'll find your dream soon. Just do things at your own pace and try everything you might take interest in, you'll be able to find it in no time."

Laughing at his blank look, you just tapped him and said "Let's just blow the dandelions away and hope for the best, hmm?"

"Yeah." And you blew away the petals hoping it carries your dreams and hopes somewhere in the following years.

It happened to him before, and God knows how he has to die inside night by night wondering about some indefinite uncertainty in his life. You have helped him find his way before and now, Jungkook thinks it’s time to return the favor.

Jungkook inches his way closer to you and lays flat on the mat. You look at him questioning but he only chuckles and coaxes you to lie down too. Jungkook stretches his right arm open and that’s when you finally lay next to him with his arm cushioning your head. Up above you, countless of stars have already emerged on the indigo skyline. Jungkook raises his hand and points out a constellation. “Oh look, it’s Maui’s hook!”

“It’s Scorpio, Kook, and it’s not even up there, it’s fucking February. You’re actually pointing at Lepus.”

“Lepus, what’s that?” he turns to you.

You face him unfazed. “A rabbit.”

“How did you know that?”

“I studied constellations last year because of a celestial character I have to write.”

“Oh right, the star prince.”

“Yeah.”

“It still looks like Maui’s hook to me.”

“Kook, it doesn’t even look like a hook! Ugh! Did you actually just ask me to lay my head on the grass to point at some random constellation?”

“...but you’re actually laying on my arm.”

Reds start to color your cheeks again and Jungkook bites off a giggle. “S-same context though, Jeon.”

Jungkook chuckles and brushes your fringe away from your face. “You see, the constellations up there have different times they become visible to man. Gemini–I’m not gonna point it ‘cause i don’t know where it is–is up there. I know it is visible in Feb because Hobi hyung’s birthday is around the corner and he’s been into everyone’s Zodiac signs ever since I met him. Anyway, Leo comes later in five months, but it still reaches its peak up there.” Jungkook smiles, “See? They come at different times but they will still reach their peak!”

Jungkook could see recognition settle in as your eyes widen and your mouth parts. And it’s honestly so beautiful he can’t take his eyes away from you.

“Oh my god, Kook, I can’t believe you just quoted me.”

“See? Even the fourteen-year-old you already knew the answer.”

“We can’t compare growths.”

“Because everyone is growing at their own pace,” Jungkook finishes.

“Don’t you think that it’s kinda ironic that I’m the one who advised you that and here I am getting the same exact advice this time?”

“No. It really happens. It’s part of growing. Past events seem like they catch up at you but it’s just destined to make you remember something” Jungkook winks and you pretend to barf but your bestfriend immediately brings you back to his arms before you can even attempt to stand up. You fall back on his chest and when his laughter rings out in the open air, you can’t help but also let out the chuckles bubbling in your throat.

The last minutes of Valentines were then spent in counting off numerous comparisons–how Russia is ahead of one day than America yet it doesn’t mean that America is far behind the latter, how an entrepreneur becomes a CEO in his twenties while a retiree just gets to experience financial peak in his seventies, how characters in a book develop in their own pace–one not much more meaningful than the other–and so many more. But apart from it all, Jungkook only thinks of one:

You may not yet love yourself at the time everyone has already mastered every art of self-love, but you will eventually get there. And he will be with you in every step, pouring his love in many ways he could think of in hopes to help you love yourself more. It will take time, but you would surely get there.

When you look back up at the night sky, Jungkook lets his stare remain on your face. He doesn’t need to look up anymore when a bright one is already laying next to him.

In the open velvet grounds of green, Jungkook whispers “I love you too” and smiles.

When you open your locker the next day, there lay the familiar pink envelope with a golden crown that never fails to make your heart flutter. However, it’s not alone. A small plastic orange pot just the size of your palm sits next to it. One day late, and quite weird how this secret admirer of yours knows the combination of your lock to put something much larger than a letter inside but you couldn’t find it in you to be bothered when you’ve always known this Little Prince have always meant good. You know it is so because if you have to admit, his good-natured letters over the year are succeeding in earning your trust, and yeah, maybe your heart too.

“Dear princess,

Happy Valentines! I’m sorry I’m one day late. I hoped you spent yesterday feeling loved by the people around you. Also, don’t get creeped out. I happened to pass by you and see your combination but promise! I will not use it to take anything away from you. I just want to surprise you with a gift. I learned that flowers communicate meanings as well and I guessed that this plant, when it blooms, will tell you the entirety of my feelings.

Until then, I hope you take patience for this plant to bloom as I hope you would also take time to not give up on your own growth.

Lots of love from a faraway land,

The Little Prince.”

A/N: Hi hons! Happy Valentines! I’ve been inactive lately so here’s some 5k diabetes-inducing fluff for you! Sooo we got to know some new stuff for our characters here! 1) Jungkook is definitely older than the OC and 2) He repeated three years in HS. All of this is essential for the future parts until we get to The Confession™

Also, surprise, anon! I included your request in this :)

I appreciate all feedback so please don’t be shy! I would love talking with you guys! Take care and once more, Happy Valentines!

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