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caffeine-catastrophe · 1 year

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Your Night, Baby (I want you to be)

pairing: kim namjoon x park jimin

genre: hurt/comfort, romance, angst

warnings: anxiety, mental health, panic attacks

word count: 21.2k (approx)

tags: university au, ex-dancer!Jimin, protect namjoon at all costs, side Taejin, jin is so done, side yoonkook, golden maknae jeon jungkook, no beta we die like men, growing up, the pursuit of happiness, spring day vibes, promise vibes

synopsis: People change as seasons do, all in the name of growing.

a/n: This is my first ever bangtan fic! I’ve been writing fanfic for different fandoms for nearly eight years now, but this is the first time I’ve ventured to create content for army. In a time of great uncertainty and chaos, both in the world and for army, I hope this story will bring you a little bit of comfort. Everything will be okay.

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SPRING

Ilsan isn’t anything like home.

For one thing, it’s so sunny Jimin finds himself shielding his eyes with his hand, his fingers braced like a visor over the crease of his brow. It’s so sunny he finds himself missing the rain, the hovering dreariness that casts the city in a cool grey shadow.

It would certainly be a better reflection of his mood at the moment. He’s always loved some good pathetic fallacy.

He loves Busan, too, loves the fish markets and the grainy sand and the dull streets stuffed with colourful people. He loves the warm cover of a cloudy day, the dense breath of summertime when even the fish seem to be alive above the water.

But this is not home, and he is not Jimin, not today. Instead, he basks in the light that filters through the glass ceiling, in the dry warmth that washes over him like a rolling tide.

He isn’t supposed to be here. He’s supposed to be in the fifth floor studio at the academy, kneading choreography into the meat of his bones until every step he takes is whispering with the memory. The performance lineup for the Spring Festival is set to be finalized at the end of the month, and Park Jimin is a household name at the London Academy of Contemporary Performing Arts.

Most dancers would donate a kidney for a slot in the senior showcase. Most dancers would pay a fortune for the best resources in the country. Most dancers would be in the studio, deaf to the rainfall of days passing, grinding their bodies into nothing but sweat and rosin, molding their futures to the pressure of a desperately waning opportunity.

Instead, Jimin had woken up that morning, hefted his duffle bag quietly onto his shoulder, and hailed a taxi to the London City Airport before the sun had even crested the horizon.

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caffeine-catastrophe · 1 year

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HELLOOOO

It’s been a long time! How are we holding up, fantoms? I hope everyone is resting and eating well. Please take care of yourselves.

In case you don’t remember who I am, I’m that loser that wrote Tis the Damn Season (hear me out) and the Anti-Valentine’s Day prank Juke fic.

I haven’t written for jatp in a long time, mostly because I’ve been so swamped with work, but also because I’ve just found it difficult to continue with the lack of content. I’m sorry about that.

If it’s possible, I’d like to ask for your support. If there’s any ARMY/fantom crossover, I wonder if you’d consider reading my new stuff? I just wrote a 21k BTS fic that’s posted to my other blog, but because the algorithm is shit it hasn’t gained any traffic��

(Maybe this is me begging for views but hey, you gotta do what you gotta do)

If you’ve read my writing in the past and you enjoy my style, please consider following me @starcandymaknae 💜 or share it with your army friends. I’m starting from scratch on my other blog because I don’t want to spam my followers here, and it’s harder than one would expect😅

I love you guys. Thank you for everything💜

#jatp #julie and the phantoms #Bangtan boys #BTS #fantoms #no unfinished business #imakethemonsters #jatp fic

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caffeine-catastrophe · 2 years

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sunrises & liquor (m) | myg

pairing: min yoongi x reader

rating: m; cursing, alcohol consumption, future smut or implied smut

genre: bar workers au, barman yoongi au, (kinda) forbidden relationship, future angst (a lot sorry)

summary: after a failed academic pursuit and a few meaningless and disappointing relationships, you decided to go back to what you never thought you would: the bar industry. There you find a family, friends, heartache, misunderstandings and one particular barman who just won’t get out of your head.

warnings: cursing, alcohol consumption (duh), future smut(not sure if it’s gonna be implied or graphic yet), barman yoongi, y/n struggles bc min yoongi.

a/n: sooooo here it is, the thing I’ve been working on for weeks now. This will be a multiple chapter au, I’m not sure yet how many since I’m still writing it. I poured my blood sweat & tears into this and I really hope you guys like it <3 If you do, likes reblogs and comments really make me so happy, if you’re comfortable with that of course!

chapter word count: 8.3k (approximately)

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You walk up to the almost dilapidated looking building, palms sweaty and mind racing. The place’s main entrance is in an alley connected to the busiest street of the city and there’s a bright, clean neon sign right above it that says “The third wall” in vivid red cursive letters.

You didn’t think you’d end up working in a bar again after leaving the industry to focus on your education almost two years ago. But life had other plans and you decided to change your initial trajectory, hoping it would lead to something thrilling, different from what the last two years brought to your life. Which is admittedly, not a lot. Your life has been nothing short of boring and predictable. The time really has come to try something else. You’re ready to take the plunge, whatever that means.

You wipe your palms on your deep burgundy leather skirt to try and dry them a bit, unsuccessfully. You open your phone to make sure you’re on time to your first shift at the big speakeasy bar that stands before you, oddly intimidating despite its modest outside appearance. In the device’s reflection you catch sight of the black satin shirt you decided to wear (after trying at least ten different options), deciding that the garment that showed just a bit of cleavage really would be the perfect choice for tonight.

As you always are when you’re nervous about a new job, you’re early. Fifteen minutes early, to be exact. You head towards the bouncer who stands patiently next to the entrance. He’s not the one you met when you first came in for your job interview two weeks ago. He looks intimidating but his presence is surprisingly… calming.

“Hi, I’m Y/N. Umm.. I’m the new waitress, tonight’s my first shift”

His stoic expression quickly turns into a warm, inviting one. He smiles and you instantly notice adorable dimples adorning his cheeks. Damn, he’s cute.

“Oh! Hey, go right in! The waiter that’s supposed to train you is already clocked in. Just go see Yoongi, he’s the barman on shift tonight.” His tone is friendly, and you immediately feel a little less nervous.

You send him a bashful smile.

“Alright, thank you” You say, just shy of a whisper.

“No problem, I hope your first night goes well.” He nods, the smile still plastered on his face.

He opens the door for you and you enter the establishment. There’s a narrow staircase that leads to the second floor. You take it, feeling oddly calm after your encounter with the friendly bouncer. Now that you think about it, you didn’t even ask for his name. You’ll have to ask him later.

The bar is very different from what you saw the first time you came in. The atmosphere is warm and convivial and the place is already bustling with people waiting for the jazz band to come on stage, even though there’s still an hour left before they do. The waiter, whom you assume is the one training you, is running around with a serving tray filled to the brim, balancing it skillfully and with elegance between tables full of people from all ages. The bar is quite long and has a few places to sit at but there’s not a single customer seating there yet.

You scan the bar, looking for the barman but he’s nowhere in sight so you just sit on the black cushioned stool at the end of it and examine your surroundings. All in all, the place looks very elegant but cozy. There are a few shelves on the wall behind the bar, with yellowish neon lights adorning each of the shelves, a few (fake or not) plants dangling here and there and more alcohol bottles sitting on them than you could possibly name. There are a few beers on tap. You don’t recognize all of the brands but you vow to yourself you’ll start memorizing them tonight. This job’s your chance to start over, you need to be careful and competent. And that means knowing the whole menu by heart, being able to recite it like you’d sing your favourite song.

Your uneasiness creeps back in the longer you wait and you start to tap your feet awkwardly. Maybe you should go behind the bar and see if-

“Hey, how are you” You turn your head quickly, too quickly, to see who the melodious voice belongs to.

He’s a pretty tall, good looking guy with black hair and a silver eyebrow piercing, his smile is wide and oh-so charming. He kinda reminds you of a bunny. But you can’t really understand where the comparison comes from, your mind always working in mysterious ways. If only you could understand where half of your thoughts come from.

“Hey, I’m good and you?” your voice was a little louder than it normally would be, considering all of the chatter going on all around you.

“I’m great, but you can call me JK” he sends a wink your way and you feel a bit of heat lodging itself onto your cheeks, painting them a probably very crimson color. You can’t help the tiny chuckle that escapes your lips.

“I’m the new waitress, I was told to-“ You get cut off by a gruff voice.

“Perfect you’re here… Jimin is supposed to do your training tonight. Can you put on your pouch and start a bit early? We’re kinda swamped right now” You turn a bit on your stool to look at the man who just interrupted you. He has light, mid length blond hair and is wearing black trousers and a black shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbow exposing a few protruding veins on his arms.

He’s beautiful, one would even say quite attractive. Ok he’s hot, whatever. The cute guy, JK it seems, sends you a wave and disappears behind the door where the barman just entered from. What’s up with all the employees here looking this great?

“Y-Yeah, sure, I can do that..” your voice comes out shakier than you would’ve liked, but the man in front of you has quite an intimidating presence. He also doesn’t seem to be in the greatest of moods.

“Good, there’s a pouch on the table behind this door,” he points to an open door behind the bar where the other guy just went through “Put it on and then come back here, Jimin should be back in a sec.” His tone is firm and dry, straight to the point. If you were nervous before, you’re a bundle of nerves now.

You get into action right away, bounce off the stool and head behind the bar. The barman spares you a quick glance but gets back just as quickly to the cocktail he was making. You gulp loudly, thankful for the ambient noise that drowns the quite embarrassing sound, and get ready for your shift.

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Golden ✨🌻🌅

pairing: Min Yoongi x reader

word count: 1.4k

genre: established relationship au, domestic fluff, just fluff and fluff

warnings: talks of anxiety (brief and not current)

a/n: I was on a road trip and was inspired, it gave birth to this! I really hope you like it<3

//: for maximum effect play the lakes by Taylor Swift<3

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Life had always been so fast paced, you never really had the time to stop and catch your breath. You’d never been very good at “seizing the moment” your anxiety always making you nervously anticipate the future. Which admittedly, made you very wary at the idea of a, very loosely planned, road trip when your boyfriend had proposed it to you. Yet, you said yes. You’d always wanted to learn how to live in the present, be spontaneous. What better time to start than now, with the person you love and appreciate the most?

Yoongi had always managed to calm down your anxiety. He made you want to try new things without fearing the unknown as much as you would’ve before you got to know him.

The windows we’re almost all the way down, and the car was going relatively fast but still within the speed limit. A soft folk song was playing on the sound system, the sun was shining brightly upon you, painting you both golden. You were wearing a baby blue sundress, appropriate for the sizzling hot summer day. The wind in your hair had soft strands flying all around your face, but you honestly couldn’t be bothered to tie it up. It was nice, you felt alive, present, for the first time in a long long time, maybe ever.

Yoongi had one hand resting on your bare knee, stroking it softly in circular motions with his thumb from time to time. You shifted your head slowly, meeting his gaze for a second or two, smiling tenderly at him. He smiled back just as affectionately, warming you up from the inside, more than the current temperature ever could.

You thought, is this what seizing the moment feels like? If it is, you’d like to experience it a lot more often. Maybe everyday…. maybe forever.

🌻🌅🌻🌅🌻

You stopped to have lunch at a beach not too far off from the highway. The ocean was beautiful, you stared at the waves crashing on the shore, you gazed in awe at how the sun reflecting on the water made it seem like the most beautiful diamond, shinning just for you two. You felt fingers tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and leaned into the touch closing your eyes for a moment before stealing a glance at the stunning man beside you. Yoongi already had his gaze locked onto you, an indescribably fond look in his eyes.

You leaned in, softly, almost shyly, pressing your lips against his for a few seconds, barely moving, the back of his index finger lightly caressing your cheek.

“Where to next, mister?” You ask after breaking off the kiss somewhat reluctantly, grinning from ear to ear, your expression matching the one etched upon Yoongi’s face.

“Further South.. I heard there’s a beautiful place maybe two hours and a half from here.” You nod. “If you want to, of course” He smiles shyly, a smile you’re absolutely and irrevocably enamoured with. How could you ever refuse him when he’s looking at you like that, like you hold all of the world’s secrets in the palm of your hands.

“Of course I want to! What’s so special about this place?” You inquire, not that it would make any difference. You’d follow him anywhere.

“Nothing much, you’ll see” He mumbles, earning a light chuckle from you.

You spend a few minutes leaning against Yoongi’s torso, between his thighs, watching the tide, his strong arms wrapped around you. You bask in the warm breeze, taking in every details about this particular moment and locking it away in your head to revisit every time you feel like the world doesn’t make sense, that it suffocates you, that everything is out of your control. Because sometimes it isn’t, and maybe that’s okay.

🌻🌅🌻🌅🌻

When you stopped again a few hours later, you didn’t really understand where exactly Yoongi was taking you. The sun was high up in the sky, the clock on the dashboard indicated 2:56 in the afternoon.

“Alright we’re almost here.” Yoongi states, observing your surroundings.

“We’re in a gravelled parking lot, in a forest, in the middle of nowhere Yoongi.” You deadpan, confused. The man simply shrugs.

“Yeah.” He opens the door and grabs a tote bag from the backseat. Min Yoongi, a man of actions, not so much words. A man you loved deeply, even if it annoyed you a bit at first. Love is about patience, acceptance and compromise above everything else. You figured that out with Yoongi, as a team. You learned a lot of things during your time together.

You sigh, grab your phone and step out of the car too, deciding to trust him. He must’ve had a good reason to bring you both here. He closes the door and walks around the car, sliding his large palm against yours, intertwining your fingers. You think maybe, they were meant to fit so perfectly together.

You both made your way through a forest path riddled with tree roots, branches, rocks and leaves. It wasn’t exactly easy to walk on but you had Yoongi’s hand guiding you gently through it, grounding you, making you feel safe, protected. You found yourself being incredibly grateful once again to the circumstances, your ex lovers, the people that came and went, the failures and the joys that led you here, right now. The love of your life by your side, your anchor, the man who held your heart in his palms oh-so carefully. Love wasn’t perfect but nothing was, and maybe that was the beauty of it all, really.

When you got to the end of the path, you gasped, taking in the wondrous glade before your eyes. Your eyes watered, memories of a similar day, years ago, in a glade similar to this one. The first time Yoongi had said he loved you. You could already tell by his attentions and how he always listened. Yoongi never needed words to convey how he felt. But you did, so he always made a conscious effort to communicate how he felt verbally and you, tried to be more attentive to his subtleties. Compromises.

He led you to the middle of the glade, laid a blanket and motioned for you to sit down, which you did, still amazed by all the thoughts and efforts he must’ve put into this. For you.

“Yoongi..” He sat down next to you, hand resting above yours. He stared into your eyes intently and gave a small gentle smile.

“This place is stunning..” You caressed his cheek softly with your free hand. “Thank you”

“Anything for you, you know that..” He leans in slowly and kisses you so tenderly you’d think you were made of fragile glass, ready to break at any moment. It might’ve been the most intimate kiss you had, ever. It was up there for sure. He broke it off and brought his forehead to yours, closing his eyes in the process. You did the same.

“I had something to ask..” He trails off. You listen intently, waiting for his question.

“I had all this speech planned but..” He strokes his thumb on the back of your hand. “That’s not you and me. We don’t rehearse or plan things when it comes to us. So I’m not gonna do that.” You open your eyes and smile shyly, a little confused.

He goes on. “I love you, you know I do. So much.” He takes a few moments to think about his next words.

“So be mine yeah? For now, this life and if we’re lucky enough, the next one?” He asks, breath a bit shaky. You stare at him mouth a little agape.

“What do you mean by that? I’m yours already Yoongi..”

He takes a deep breath.

“I mean, be mine, marry me?” He inquires softly, just shy of a whisper. And if your heart could jump out of your chest and start a marathon, you’re sure it would take on the challenge. But it can’t, so it just beats rapidly and irregularly.

“A-are you serious right now?” You gulp, voice barely getting out.

He rolls his eyes, a small smirk tugging at his lips. “No I’m kidding. Of course I’m serious kitten.” He intertwines both of your fingers together, and at that moment, you get it together, if only a little.

In an instant, your lips come crashing into his, the fast movement making you dizzy. You kiss him fervently, trying to pour all of your emotions into it. It could never be enough. After a while you separate and rub your noses together, giggling like school kids.

“Of course I will.” You whisper. He smiles so brightly you might go blind.

“In this life and if we’re lucky, in the next one too..”

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