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Only in my Dreams

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Summary-Summary- You are a senior in high school balancing work, family, and your love life. But there’s something that pulls you in more and more as the weeks pass by. Why is it that every-night you dream as if it were a memory? Even more puzzling is why Kim Taehyung is there.

Warnings- Slow burn, Angst, cussing

Word Count- 3.1k

“Y/n-” He choked on air as his whole body stood up. His head hurt beyond belief, the alarm clock burning his sore eyes. “Seven thirty am.” he flopped himself back down knowing the day had started and he’d slept a trying two hours.

He looked at his wall cursing the universe and his oddly specific dreams. He wondered if the girl saying he was the manifestation of her childhood trauma was his way of telling himself something bad happened. He groaned standing up using all his will power to get out of bed.

Quietly he walked through his empty large apartment to get a cup of tea.

“Let me tell you rosie, you are the only person who’s stuck by me. And

I love you for that.” he patted his kettle, smiling his boxy smile.

“One two three.” Hoseok's voice rang through the practice room as he gracefully demonstrated the choreography for their latest song. “With a little more passion this time let’s move onto the thirty second mark and run through to one of three.”

Five hours of practice were shown on Taehyung's wet forehead as he whipped away the drops falling on his eyes following the lead dancer. He put all his effort into what would hopefully be there last run through.

Hobi clapped signalling the music to be turned off.

“You guys! We did great.” he smiled from ear to ear looking nothing like the teacher he was ten seconds ago.

“It never gets easier does it?” Jimin threw his hand over Tae’s shoulder pushing him out of the room.

“I swear they’re making it more and more complicated.” he responded grabbing his bag

“I did not sign up for this.” Yoongi panted out moving past the two maknaes

“Yoongi, don’t leave without me baby.” hobi ran after him leaving the room.

“I told you not to call me that at work.” Taehyung and Jimin could hear their bickering from inside the room. Making them both laugh and shake their heads.

“Hyung, Let’s get some noodles please.” Jungkook whined, pulling Jimin's hand.

“Okie kookie let’s go. Tae come on if I have to go so do you.”

The three of them left. Tae’s head was hurting beyond belief and he felt a wave of exhaustion hit him. He might as well get some dinner before going home and he didn’t mind spending time with his friends. He put on a mask and some glasses heading out the back door so no one would recognize them at a glance. The other two put on some variation of the disguise.

“I know that’s what I said.” Jungkook laughed putting more ramen in his mouth.

“Wait so she really got jealous over a thirst post? Kookie I-” Jimin shook his head taking a sip of his beer.

Taehyung struggled to eat more than three bites of his soup before feeling even more sick.

“hyung are you okay?” Jungkook asked, noticing his demeanor while grabbing his water.

“I don’t really know it must be this dance or something.” he lied

“You’ll feel better soon. Eat more.” Jimin smiled “That always helps me when I get sick.”

“I haven’t really heard about you today.” Jungkook pulled him into the conversation. “How’s Minji doing?”

“I don’t know she got mad last night and left my apartment. I probably should call her.” he sighed, moving the noodles around in the bowl.

“What happened? That doesn’t sound like her, you both are usually attached at the hip.”

“Nothing really.”

Jimin widened his eyes wanting to know more but not wanting to push him. The air shifted and taehyung knew he had to fix it.

“It was nothing really. Don’t judge me okay?” he was hesitant to share but he also knew that these were some of his best friends.

“Oh we’re getting something good,” Jungkook's eyes lit up, making Jimin kick him under the table. “Ow Jimin-ah.”

Tae laughed for the first time that night making Jimin smile at his little win.

“This is gonna sound weird but-” he sighed out knowing how crazy what he was about to sound. “I keep having these dreams with this girl.”

“What kind of dreams hyung?” Jungkook lifted his eyebrow insinuating something prompting Jimin to kick him again.

“You’re such a child kookie, now shut up I’m tryna hear.”

“I don’t know that’s the weird part. It’s this girl I’ve never met but she feels so comfortable. I mean her personality or not even that but the way she speaks.”

“What does this have to do with Minji though? If you don’t know her it shouldn’t be a problem.”

“I don’t know her but she told me her name or I was screaming it in my dream. I don’t know how I knew her name but I did.”

“You didn’t hyung,” jungkook put down his chopsticks

“Did you call out her-”

Taehyung slumped down letting his head fall to the table embarrassed.

“Aish- that’s” Jimin bit his tongue not seeing any solutions “If I were her I would’ve left too.”

“I know, I know.” Tae responded

“And you didn’t call her or run after her?” Jungkook pried

“She was so mad and calling me names and-”

Both of the members lifted up their eyebrows waiting for the next part.

“I didn’t want to.”

“You are calling out another girl's name in your sleep so that’s probably a bad sign.” Jimin put his hand on Tae’s shoulder. “Are you sure you don’t know who she is?”

“At this point I don’t even know.”

By the time he arrived home he was so exhausted he could pass out. But going to sleep wasn’t as stress relieving as it previously had been. He picked up his phone dialing his girlfriend.

‘ This is Minji, leave a message if you need me’ he could see her smile when he heard the inbox

“Hey, um-” silence rang through his empty apartment. He’d never noticed how lonely the minimalist design could get. The pale white walls seemed to taunt him with their innocence as the matching countertops screamed with spilled wine stains. “Uh I just wanted to see if you’re okay, and maybe we could get a coffee. I want to speak to you in person.” he hung up the phone going to get lysol wipes.

“Who spilled this?” he walked over to the stain that looked months old. How had he not noticed its deep contrasting pink in the sea of white. “You are gonna come off. I can sense it, little mystery stain.”

He scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed. The poor wipe was in shreds by the time he gave up on lysol. “Alright shit head mystery stain this time I’m bringing out the big guns.” He plopped down a bottle of bleach putting a little bit on the stain. He grabbed gloves and a sponge starting to wipe again. He scrubbed and scrubbed using the coarse side and the soft side again and again. He could see more stains flowing down the counter onto the floor.

“I’m gonna kill whoever spilled this.” In the back of his mind he was pretty sure it was him who spilled it. The trail led to more and more stains and as much as he scrubbed it wouldn’t lightin. Soon the floor wreaked bleach and he was lucky he didn’t have any neighbors or they would’ve probably been busting down his door.

“God fucking damn it.” he threw the sponge down wiping his forehead which was now covered in sweat. “Stay right there, I’m gonna get something else.” he turned around getting a bucket of water. “You're a dead mystery stain.” he laughed before dropping the bucket. It was gone, everything disappeared. He ran to the sponge to see it completely clean free of any residue. He opened the trash pulling out the ripped wipe to see it clean too. “I’m going crazy.” he stated to himself. “If i go to sleep when I wake up I’ll be sane again. Yep.”

“You’re here.” he felt her arms around his waist pulling him in. He looked around only to find a gilded room with a fireplace burning. It was just like the night before, he couldn’t speak or move he could just see and feel.

“I told you I would come.” his voice responded without thought.

“I didn’t say that.” he tried to say but nothing came out.

“Even when you tell me you’re here it still feels like you’ll be ripped from my arms at any second.” She nuzzled her face into the soft fabric of his shirt. The clothes he was wearing were nothing like he’d seen in real life. It was like wearing a costume but a lot more puffy and royal.

“My love, when you say such things my heart breaks. I want nothing more than to be in your arms for eternity.” he looked down at her giving her a soft deep kiss.

Taehyung did not know who was speaking or using his body. He was watching as he kissed so lovingly. He could feel the heat of her mouth meeting his and the despretness in her connection. But he could also feel the same hunger from his side.

Her mouth parted from his. He could feel her nose touching the tip of his own as her eyes stared into him. Did she know it wasn’t him who was controlling his body? Who was this women and why did he desire her touch so much.

“Remember me-”

The scenery changed in your dream moving from the dark warm room into the field again. The grass was still green but small dandelions grew in the place of where you were yesterday. You looked down noticing the change in clothes. You were wearing a virgin white dress that fell to your feet. The sleeves were long and thin allowing for air to blow the puffed sleeves and the skirt of the dress. Your chest was fairly covered though the material was too thin to your liking. You hadn’t noticed the man staring at you making you let out a small yelp.

“Taehyung?”

“Y/n?” he shot back “You must have cursed me.”

“Why would I- you probably cursed me you perv.” you shot back at him

“What why would I- I don’t even know who you are.”

“Alright hot shot I only knew who you were because of my freshman year k-pop phase, don’t flatter yourself.”

“I’m not that old.” he crossed his arms over his chest.

“Why are you mad? You’re just in my head.” you sighed laying down

“No you’re the one in my head.”

“I did not know my brain could be this powerful.” You sighed feeling the grass in your fingertips.

“That’s because it’s not. You’re in my dream.”

“Sure if it’s your dream make the grass change color.” you toyed with him

“Hm sure.” the grass turned purple. “Hah you see. I’m not crazy.”

You stood up. “Don’t tell me I’m a plus one in someone's mind.” you concentrated trying to change something in this nightmare. The grass died revealing roses. You let out a sigh of relief, this was your dream.

“Okay now go away.” you closed your eyes. You opened them and he was still there. “One more time y/n just concentrate.” you closed your eyes again. You opened them only to see his much taller figure looking down at you.

“Are you done yet?” His eyes are a honey brown that invited you in but his body was a tall wall that held you back.

“Don’t scare me like that.” you sighed “If you’re so real then when you wake up tweet- I can’t leave this up to chance- ahhaah tweet that the sun is blue and the oceans are red. Tag a picture of illegal inhumane fishing practices.” you thought of something specific and unique enough.

He laughed making you frown. “This is no joke fish are dying everyday and god forbid, and I mean god forbid you’re real, at least bring awareness to an issue.”

“Fine.”

You woke up in your room standing up to mark another tally on the white board. “Why am i talking to myself in my dreams? Have I gotten that lonely?”

The train was semi crowded today allowing you to get a window seat. Although all you saw were the black walls of the underground it was still nice to have something to look at. It was in these moments your mind felt empty but not in a good way. It was a type of emptiness a car feels when it’s burned it’s last ounce of gas. You looked at your reflection coming in and out of the carts window created by the occasional worker lights that illuminated the underground tunnels. You had so many people who you talked to but it didn’t feel right. There was a darkness that consumed you when you weren’t on autopilot. It made breathing hard and tedious. Everything felt so lonely. It didn’t help that you were having awful dreams.

Seven hours pulled through slowly and it was your last full day of school before graduation. The school up north filled with greenery and elitism was to be your home for the next four years. You being the oldest meant you had to go to the best school to make your parents proud. You didn’t love the idea of going straight into more school but a gap year was as taboo as getting rejected.

“Goodmorning y/n.” Ren looked tired and worn out. His eyes were puffy and swollen.

“Baby what’s wrong. You look like you’ve been crying.”

He pulled you into a corner where no one could hear the two of you.

“Y/n,” he put a piece of your hair behind your ear. “I got off the waitlist,”

You grinned from ear to ear jumping up and down hugging him. This was his dream school. Ever since the two of you met he’d been working towards getting in. It was a prestigious school on the west coast, a school the main character would go to.

“Oh my god. Ren I’m so happy for you. Drinks on me tonight. Your mom must be so happy ahh-” you could burst with joy and you hugged him.

He pushed you away a little catching you by surprise but you assumed he too was too excited to think. He gave you a smile but his eyes were filled with sadness, tears flooding down his face.

“Baby what’s wrong.”

“I don’t think I can-”

“You can what?” there was a sense of anger in your voice boiling over.

“I don’t want to do long distance.” he let out

“I-” you laughed not knowing how to react to your nervous tendencies taking over. “No words ren.” you turned around walking into your classroom.

On the last day of your senior year he broke up with you. Unbelievable was all you could think. You were angry, not that he broke up with you, but that he was doing it now. There were many times when you liked someone else or thought of calling it quits but you never did because you were his best friend and you didn’t want to hurt him. You were his supporter, the person he could call at any time of the night and you’d pick up. How many times had he showed up at your house crying over an argument with his family? Better, how many times had you let him in your arms? Every single time. You were furious. So much energy and time put into someone who would leave as soon as the curtains closed. There was a shock that ran through your body as you realized you were his best friend but he only used you. It was an awful thought but there was an unexpected sense of relief that came with it. Maybe it was time for you too move on too. He’d always been there, now that space was open for you to fill.

“Alright guys-” you snapped back to the end of the year lecture missing half of it in thought.

“Thank you so much. I hope you all continue on to the next pages of your lives.”

You were met with Rens swollen eyes at the exit of the room.

“Y/n please don’t leave me.” he grabbed you

“Ren, this isn’t healthy. You’re right, this is the beginning of something new. I’m so happy for you even though I hate you right now. You’re still my friend so don’t be too sad.”

“Why don’t you even care y/n? This is hard for me. I didn’t want to but I have too.”

You tried, you tried so hard to be nice. You weren’t an angry person you were above a high school break up. You didn’t even love him but that just made you more angry at yourself for playing house for years.

“Don’t you get it, I have too.” he combated your silence

“Where?” you felt your blood rising

“What?” He gave you an irritatingly confused look.

“Where is the gun to your head? Or is someone bribing you? Because I’m sure you said you have too but it doesn’t seem like anybody but you is making the choice.”

“You’re being petty, it's not like that.” he became defensive, dropping his wounded bird act.

“Ren, honey.” you looked slightly up to hold his gaze better. “I don’t give a fuck, so please just leave me alone. I’ve known you for a long time, that’s it. You’re my longest friend, better my oldest peer. I was there for you-” tears began showing themselves as emotions you didn’t know you had shined through. “You never helped me. It was you you you. And it’s better that it ended the same way. It’s really not me.”

He just stood there not making a sound looking to see your energy falter. He could see you were crying but it wasn’t sadness it was just anger. He turned around to leave.

“Ria and me are still cool you should tell her that.” you called out.

That’s it. This chapter of your life was over. You didn’t say goodbye to anyone. If you really cared about them there wouldn’t be a goodbye in the first place. The train was fairly vacant as the work day wouldn’t be ending for a couple hours. You shuffled quickly to your window seat. You may not even be a character in the book but music and this seat made you feel like the lead. You nodded off a little as the train made its rounds. The wheels meet the tracks hard metal playing the city's song. Before you could be pulled in any further a notification awoke you.

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chickennoodlesoupfortae · 4 years

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Only in my Dreams

Royal Fantasy AU/ Slice of life

Kim Taehyung x reader

Summary- You are a senior in high school balancing work, family, and your love life. But there’s something that pulls you in more and more as the weeks pass by. Why is it that every-night you dream as if it were a memory? Even more puzzling is why Kim Taehyung is there.

A/n- I’ve been reading a lot of fantasy novels and such so here’s my take on the genre. Yes, this is a Fantasy Royal Au that takes place both in the present and past. *this work switchs between second and third person* It’s more comfortable and flows better to explain y/n thoughts in second person and Taehyungs in third person. If it bugs you tell me please :)

Warnings- cursing, slow burn, angst?

Word count- 2.7 k

“Just hold me” you laid your head on his chest feeling his breath rock you.his scent was like the rain in fall clearing your lungs. “Please don’t disappear again.” you felt water fill your eyes holding on to it. “Just please.”

“I won’t.”

Again you woke up crying covered in sweat.

“Fuck, third time this week.” you drew a tally mark on your white board. Your room was big enough for you holding your bed and clothes. It was nicely styled if you did say so yourself with matching furniture you’d never admit was from ikea. You stretched out your limb preparing to start the day.

“Dad-” you began opening the door walking from your room.

“Shut up y/n” your mouth was covered by your brother who was letting a girl out of his window.

“Again Derek.” you bit his hand

“You’re such a bitch.”

“I know.” you sighed heading down the stairs “Dad-are you making breakfast or-” you picked up a box of cereal placing it on the counter laying out four bowls.

“Yeah yeah-” he smiled looking up from his phone sending an email “Thank you honey for setting out the plates. A true life saver.” he tightened his tie heading upstairs.”Derek I swear to god if you keep sneaking people in and out of my house-”

You began laughing, pouring the cereal out, setting two milks on the table.

“Both of you stop fighting, it's time for breakfast. So help me god we will be a nice family.” Your mom screamed louder than the both of them buttoning her shirt. “Good morning y/n” she kissed your forehead before sitting down.

“It’s the little things my angel that make you my favorite.” she hugged the oatmilk you set out for her. “A true blessing.”

“I thought you didn’t have favorites.” Derek sat down grabbing the cows milk making your mother exaggerate a gag.

“I don’t-”

“Five minutes familia let’s get er done.” your dad inhaled the cereal

This was how every morning went in your family. With both your parents working demanding jobs it meant a family dinner was a rare occurrence so breakfast was the stand in. You grabbed your bag swinging it over your shoulder heading into the subway.

It was here that the loneliness set in. So many people, there were always so many people around you. The lady falling asleep on the seat leaning on the pole to the homeless man doing the same all the way at the end. You were here and a part of everyone's commute but you were also alone. There was no one. You closed your eyes feeling the rock of the car and the robot voice telling you what stop was next. You felt your eyes fall as you saw his face. It wasn’t like it always was, it was sad. He looked as if someone had died, tears fell down his face as he held himself. You wanted to reach out and help him but you stood there frozen.

“y/n come back to me please.” his tears felt so real and his voice was clear. You went to open your mouth and the doors to the cart opened making you almost lose your balance.

“All the way in-” the mta worker shouted as you were pushed by the wave of people getting on. You were squished in the corner before you realized you were crying. You didn’t know why you had such vivid dreams of a celebrity. You had heard of fans that were crazy and obsessed over their idols but this was different. At the same time it was a possibility you were completely delusional like they were. It made you feel even worse. These weird lucid dreams would be your secret and a blip in your life. You weren’t gonna foul yourself into thinking that you were special for your apparently thirsty subconscious.

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“Just hold me” Taehyung felt a body hold onto his chest. He looked down to see a young girl clutch on to his shirt. Her hair fell covering her face as she breathed. He moved her hair aside to see her clearer. “Please don’t disappear again.” she sighed. He could see she was crying and he spoke before he could think.

“I won’t”

Taehyung woke up in a sweat crying. He felt a hand on his as he looked down to see his girlfriend.

“Hey honey-” she was half asleep wearing his shirt. She slowly opened her eyes. “Did you have a bad dream again?”

“No, no. Go back to sleep Minji.” he ran his fingers through her long black hair as she fell back asleep.

It was around eight pm and he had taken a nap after coming home. He stood up looking out the city window in Seoul. He ran his hand through his soft hair feeling the artificial curls go back to their place. It was the third time this week he had seen this girl. She was beautiful and he hated that he thought that. How was he dreaming of a girl he never met while sleeping next to his lover. He felt like he was emotionally cheating and that was awful. He didn’t know what was going on but when he closed his eyes it felt so real. It was like he knew everything and nothing at the same time. When he answered her he knew exactly what he was saying before it even came out. It was dumb and scary. He wondered if he’d been cursed by a fan.

He layed back down wrapping his arms around Minji, feeling her body move to his as he fell asleep kissing her shoulder.

He saw her again. He saw her but this time she wasn’t lying down on his chest she was covered in blood. She was crying and so was he. He didn’t know where he was but he could feel a stinging pain in his abdomen. He found blood pouring from his stomach holding it together with his hand. He saw his other hand on your face as your eyes lost their color. An immense sense of grief filled him as he sobbed from pain both physically and mentally.

“Y/n come back to me please.” he sobbed. It was like he was trapped in a memory. He had never heard that name before but there he was crying it out like a last prayer. His head was dizzy and he felt himself faint.

He was startled awake again but this time Minji was standing over him.

“Do you wanna tell me who the fuck y/n is?” her eyes were both hurt and pissed off

How could he explain this?

“No one.” he threw off his covers walking to the kitchen

“Really? Cause usually it’s someone when you call out to them in your sleep.”

“Minji please?”

“Please what?” she punched him in the back trying to get his attention

“Ow. sheesh stop it.”

“You’re such a bastard. Calling out another girls name in your sleep and then thinking you can leave me without an explain-”

“No one. I don’t know if it was just a dream. I swear I’ve never even heard of someone with that name. I just had a weird dream.”

“So now that the bullshit answer is done. You wanna tell me the truth?”

“I already told you the truth.”

“You must think I’m really fucking dumb.” she scoffed

“Why are you so pissed about this?” he shook his head opening the fridge

“Fuck you Kim Taehyung. Just because you’re some hot shoot idol doesn’t mean you can treat me like shit.” she put on her pants huffing and puffing while grabbing her bag.

“Honey it’s not like that-” the door slammed as she walked out. He groaned opening an old container of noodles

“Fuck my life”

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“A seventy three, Fuck me.” you sighed crumpling the paper into your bag.

“Excuse me y/n?” a soft voice scared you making you flinch a little

“Mister Liam. I-” you sighed, staring at the teachers assistant. He was probably four years older than you, a fresh out of college intern.

“Y/n I graded that and I gotta say not your best work.” he smiled his beautiful smile that had even your heart melting

“Well you know it’s that time of year?” you gave him a remorseful smile.

“Just cause it’s the last quarter of senior year doesn’t mean you can slack off.”

“I know it’s just I got my acceptance back and I really hate physics”

He laughed making his chest go up and your cheeks turn red.

“I got you ma’am. I did not think I’d be teaching it but there’s something so enticing about the laws of attraction.”

“Quantum physics man. Nothing's set you know.”

“That’s the fun part.” there was a spark in his eyes that made your skin crawl.

“Y/n” you felt someone cover your eyes. “Hi mister Liam. Guess who?”

“Ren?” you sighed

“Got it.”

“Well I’ll be taking my leave. Try harder next time y/n” Liam patted your shoulder walking back into the classroom.

“It’s unfair that they hired such a hot teacher.” Ren whispered in your ear. “I’ve heard rumors that he sleeps with the girls here.”

“That’s nothing but a rumor baby. Why do you care?”

“I don’t like him kissing up to my girlfriend. Did you see the way he looked at you?That’s my look not his.”

“Ren you’re so childish.” you laughed kissing him on the cheek. “Are we still going to the movies?”

“Mhm. I invited Ria if you don’t mind. She really wanted to see the movie and my mom wouldn’t let me go unless I took her.”

“Your mom is so sweet.” you smiled knowing you both had to walk to his little sisters house.

“If we hurry babe we can still catch the three thirty showing.” He grabbed your hand pulling you along. Before you left the hallway you saw Liam staring at the two of you through the window. You felt a wait in your stomach as you turned back.

A couple bus stops later all three of you were in the theater. You had changed your movie selection after Ria cried seeing the horror trailer.

“Ria you said you wanted to see this.” Ren complained while buying the popcorn.

“But it was scarier than I thought.” her eyes were still puffy.

“Last time I’m bringing you to the movies.”

“You know that’s not true,” she smiled heading up to the counter. “One large slushie and one medium diet coke and a-” she looked at the menu “A cookie.”

Ren groaned at the prices. “Don’t be cheap you know y/n likes diet coke and a cookie she always gets it. I’m doing this for you rennie” She hopped away to your side. Sometimes you couldn’t believe she was only three years younger than you. Other times she was so smart you swore she was seventy.

“Ria your poor brother.” you giggled

“Don’t worry mom gave him thirty dollars for food. He’s just being annoying.” you gasped

“Don’t be so mean to your brother.” you laughed

“I don’t know what you see in him y/n”

“Shush Ria don’t give y/n any ideas.” Ren faked a scowl struggling to hold all three drinks and a popcorn that he had stuffed the cookies in.

“I got it.” you grabbed two of the drinks helping him.

All three of you sat in one of the back rows. Ria was on Ren’s right side while you rested your head on his left shoulder. You were so tired. You hadn’t gotten a good rest plagued by your dreams that kept you up even as you slept. The sounds of the romance movie played as your eyes fell down.

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You opened your eyes to see a green field. It felt so real, the wind was in your hair and blew it as you laid down touching the grass. “It’s so beautiful.” you sighed feeling the sun on your skin.

“I know.” a deep voice answered you

You weren’t even startled at this point. You knew a lonely dream would be too much of a blessing.

“Who are you?” the voice asked

“I’m Y/n y/l/n. And you are a celebrity who plagued my dreams.” you groaned at the ruined scene

“No. You’re the one in my dreams.”

“My brain is something else.” you put your hand on your forehead blocking the sun.

“Likely story. I’m the one seeing some girl in my dreams.”

“How do you seem so real?” you turned your head only to see him sitting down next to you.

“Me?” his eyes went wide making him look like a drawing.

“No the butterfly” you sighed

“You’re the one talking to me in my sleep. I must’ve seen you in some movie or on the street and that’s why you’re here.”

“What? You’re in my imagination. Probably some manifestation of childhood trauma projected on an idol I hoped would come and save me. That makes sense.”

“How old are you? You’re making me sound old”

“A lady never reveals her age.”

He gave you a cold face that made you feel like you disappointed your parents.

“I’m eighteen.”

“That is so fucking weird. Do I secretly have a thing for eighteen year olds with childhood trauma? Why is my brain making up these people?” he laughed, shaking his head.

“Hey you're the figment of my imagination don’t get bold.”

“This is too much.”

“Your name’s Kim Taehyung right? Aren’t you from BTS?”

“Yes Y/n Y/l/n I am.”

With the sound of both your names the scene changed. You were in a castle and you could see him across the room in a suit that looked like it belonged in a history book. He walked over to you grabbing your hand. You wanted to call out to him but instead you saw yourself move without your consent.

“May I have this dance?” he kissed your hand as you nodded your head.

“Bro what the fuck is going on” you screamed but your body didn’t make a sound

“Yes your grace, it would be my honor.” you curtsied

“Where the hell did I learn to do that shit.” you walked alongside yourself watching as you delicately danced. “Yep this is a dream I would’ve already fallen.”

You felt a sharp pain in your chest before looking down to see blood staining your dress.

“Bruh this is not the wave.” you screamed again with no noise. How could you feel the pain?

“Taehyung. Please help.” your actual voice called out as screams erupted in the ballroom. The pain in your stomach moved throughout your body as you started to feel lightheaded. “Taehyung I love you.”

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You gasped in the theatre only to be greeted by your boyfriend's angry eyes. All you could think was that you were fucked.

“I don’t care y/n” Ren walked out of the theatre as his sister tried to calm him down.

“I don’t even know what I did.” you followed after him tears filling your eyes.

“What do you mean you don’t know? I hear my girlfriend mutter something and I bend down to see her sleeping and saying she loved some other guy.”

You could see he was genuinely hurt by the way his eyebrows twitched. You had been friends so long and he knew you best how could you explain your twisted dreams.

“It was just a dream Ren. I must’ve called out some k-pop boys' names. I don’t know why he was in my dream babe but that was it.” you pleaded holding onto his hand.

“Remember when you called out Jennifer Lawrence's name in ninth grade and then experienced the walk of shame to clean your sheets” Ren turned a bright red as his sister revealed an embarrassing moment.

“Ria-”

Your laughs cut him off. “No, no I’m sorry this is serious.” you couldn’t stop laughing as Ria joined in. Soon Ren had but no choice to just laugh with you.

“I only love you Ren no matter who's in my dreams.” you wished you could’ve said that truthfully.

#bts #bts au #bts fanfic #taehyung #taehyung fanfic #taehyung au #tae x you #tae x reader #bts x reader #kim taehyung #bts fluff #taehyung fluff #taehyung angst #bts imagines

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chickennoodlesoupfortae · 4 years

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Angles deserve to die

A/N- ahahhahaha its gone for a month author rats. I missed my page so im back and with an update on that piece i said i was going to post last august.

Summary- People would like to think of the higher beings as ethical and moral in all their actions but sometimes even they get bored. Yoongi is assigned a task by the overlord to see how far love could push a mortal. Jimin is tasked the same by the “good” side to see if love can save the souls of those vulnerable. What happens when you’re caught in the crossfires of a cosmic bet.

Word count- 2.8k

Warnings- Since it is based on a higher being religion is under defamation and question.

Namjoon sat babysitting a drink next to the lord of the underworld. “I don’t get what you’re getting at Jungkook. Why should we care about the mortals and their thoughts. Our job is to get them to believe what they have and then let them wander around till they disappear.”

“That’s so boring though.” the god groaned chugging the rest of his drink. “All I’m saying is that we’ve been doing this for them for the past hundred thousand years and I’m bored out of my mind.”

“You’re bored out of your mind. You get the interesting souls. I have to talk to the “good” people. Do you know how many different types of gods I have to pose as so they don’t freak out.” he swirled the liquid inside the cup.

“You choose to do them. When we were choosing what we’d do your words were,” Jungkook began to laugh. The small room was dark and gloomy only filled by the two of them and a maiden who came and occasionally refilled their glasses. It was warm and dry inside making it uncomfortable but the two had gotten use to it as the year melted together.

“Don’t say it” the god warned

“ ‘I believe that these savages can be good and therefore I want to lead their souls into a better place’” he imitated his partner in the afterlife scam “Well look how that turned out. You still get shitty people but they pretend to be better than the ones you send “down under”.”

Namjoon rolled his eyes “What’s with that right? I mean who thought of one, the word hell and two, that it would be down. You literally work ten miles away from me.”

“Stupid humans I guess.” his hand shoot up beckoning for the maiden who appeared next to him within seconds. “Yes dear can I get another one of these please with an extra shot of vodka” his head turned away from the servant “So back to what I was saying oh heavenly one. As I was “punishing” my run of the mill serial killers, as one does. I thought. ‘Now why do these humans love to hurt each other?’ Me being a god and all, determined quickly that it was emotion.”

“And?” he rolled his eyes listening to the devil himself.

“What if we sent one of your angels and one of my demons to try and see what would happen.”

“How would that work the human would have two people pressuring it and we wouldn’t be able to see the results clearly.”

“What if we sent them in disguise as one of them and see who the human chooses emotionally and how far it would go.”

Namjoon finished his drink thinking the proposal through. It had been years since he visited the mortal world and seeing clones of the same personality pass through his office was getting boring. “We need to set goals and a prize.” The devil's eyes lit up with excitement Joon had only seen when he realised his first plague.

“My goal is for the human to kill itself.” he responded

Namjoon choked on air as he heard Jungkook’s suggestion. “That seems awfully cruel.”

“I am satan no?” he joked “It doesn’t matter if your sides gonna win right?”

Again “the savior” of humanity looked for the answers in the room eyes blanking on a wall. “Fine but my goal is the same. The human must end it’s own life in a selfless way.”

“Oh that’s interesting Namjoon.” his head raised at the use of his real name.

“Yes Jungkook it is, but this is an interesting game we’re playing.” he replied with the use of his real name. There names were used mostly by their own angels and demons but rarely between the two “If I win we get to switch positions for the next millenia.”

“And if I win you have to do both jobs for the next century and I live a life amongst the people showing them what bad really is.” he extended his hand. Namjoon grabbed it feeling a slight burn on impact.

“Deal.”

Yoongi’s eyes opened and he groaned. “So we’re doing this again.” he asked himself at the realization he was still alive or better phrased not alive but still working. He stood up in the overly large dimly lit room walking over to the closet to start his daily routine. Everyday he followed the same actions. Closet, clothes, brushing his teeth, and going to the court to hear whatever sob stories his clients had. One would assume that a demon in charge of the highest cases in the land of the heartless would have an exciting life but after tens of thousands of years it became a bit tedious. He put on a white tee shirt and a pair of black skinny jeans. To call it business casual he threw on a plane black blazer. Looking in the mirror he checked his figure giving himself a smile. He walked closer to the mirror examining his black hair patting down a couple fly aways. His eyes were cold and dead. Perfect for his profession. He stepped back looking at himself one last time before opening the door and saying goodbye to his penthouse apartment in the nicest district of the bad side.

The elevator as always remained pack for all seventy levels stopping at every other floor. It was quite fitting to what was called hell in the mortal world. Finally at the lobby he walked out of the building into the cloudy atmosphere. His car was parked in a no parking zone and ten tickets stuck out of his window wipers that he had never bothered to take out. He smiled at the sight of a boot on his black luxury vehicle. His favorite hobby was seeing how angry the meter maid would get watching him zap off the boot and burn the tickets. He was waiting for there to be fifteen tickets so he could beat his record. He stepped into the small sleek car and like every morning rode in silence to the office.

Jimin’s eyes fluttered open a small smile already present on his soft face. He stood up slightly yawning slipping his feet into the slippers that found a home beside his king size bed. He walked through his large bedroom to the closet. The room was bright due to thee light coming in from the open window. Everyday Jimin did the same thing enjoying the routine it gave him. “Hey baby can you get me a cup of coffee?” he asked his “girlfriend” grabbing a button up white shirt out of the full closet.

“Sure thing.” she responded from another part of the house. He walked into the bathroom examining his face. For an angel he fit the description, a clear skin smile reflecting back. His hair was a platinum blonde almost gray shade which matched his outfit. Although loving the style of white he wore a dark metal watch on his wrist and a black necklace. He checked his figure smiling and leaving his all white bathroom.

“Here’s your coffee dear.” A tall woman stood in front of him handing him a to go cup. In the “next world” as the highest liked to call it, there was no such thing as love. “Girlfriend” was a term coined by the demons which slowly traveled to the good side for a companion. Although there were no genders in the next world the beings could choose what they presented as and most of the time it was a mortal form some resembling women and other men and some just balls of light. A “girlfriend” here just meant a companion to give support.

“Thank you.” he gave her a small peck and left the townhouse he owned in the best district of the good side. What Jimin did was different than most angels. Most were tasked to help the souls fade and give them hope while his was to defend the good side from the souls trying to get in. It was a stressful job but it kept him busy. He walked to his white car. The vehicle shined brightly in the sun parked neatly in front of his house. He drove to the office with the windows open letting the air flow through.

“Min Yoongi?” his office telephone paged. He groaned looking at the old fashioned piece of technology, now only used in his profession. His hand slowly raised pressing the intercom button.

“Yes?” he asked annoyed.

“Sir, the CEO seeks your presence upstairs.” he threw his head back at the static sound that now filled his office.

“Tell him I’ll be up.”

It wasn’t a bad day but he hated meeting with his boss. His position was the highest next to the CEO meaning he didn’t interact with anyone except his clients, secretary, and occasionally his doorman and he loved it that way. He let out a loud groan walking outside his office and to the elevator. He got inside the cabin pressing level one hundred. As he passed each floor he pressed the numbers making it so by the time he got to his floor the elevator would stop at every level.

The doors opened to the dry and hot office of the CEO. He strolled out of the elevator clearly unamused by being called here.

“Yoongi what a pleasure to see you again.” Jungkook smiled sitting behind his desk in the almost dark office. All the blinds were down and the room was empty except for the servant he always had on hand for drinks.

“What do you want?” he asked tired already of the interaction.

“Do want anything to drink?” the god asked

“No.” he responded

“I don’t know why I love my alcohol so much. To us highers it has no effect but I guess I’ve always loved the burn.” he let out a dry laugh.

“So why did you call me up here satan.” he stated blandly

“I hate that name. Where do they come up with these names?” he took a long sip from his glass before placing it down and changing his demeanor. “I have a job for you.”

Jimin smiled at his client giving her a box of tissues. “Yes, I know this must be a lot for you honey. You made it! You’re on the goodside. Why don’t you go with Jan and she’ll explain this all to you.”

The soul nodded her head and walked out with the assistant selected for her case. Jimin let out a sigh of relief as his first case of the day walked out.

“Park Jimin?” he heard is telecom go off. He pressed the button to speak.

“Yes?” he responded

“The CEO needs you.”

“Thank you for telling me.” he stood up and walked to the elevator pressing the up button. He looked over at his secretary.

“Did he mention what he needs me for?” he asked her kindly

“No sir. He just said he needed to see you.” she smiled at him.

“Oh that’s unfortunate. The weathers been quite nice lately hasn’t it.” he politely conversed with her.

“Yes, the light has been shining lately. I heard it’s cloudy on the other side though.” she added

“What a shame. I hope it gets brighter.” the elevator opened “Well I’ll be back soon hopefully.” he waved while pressing the hundredth floor.

The doors opened into the bright room surrounded by windows and chairs. The god stood looking out of one of the farther one. The windows gave a perfect view onto the bustling city of the good side. Cars drove through the streets and angels walked on the sidewalks. The god wasn’t looking at the city though. He looked beyond it to the fields of grasing souls waiting to fade away.

“Hi Namjoon what can I do for you?” he asked walking to stand beside him

“I have a job for you.” he sighed still looking forward.

“I’m sorry what do you want me to do JK?” he asked now more interested than he had been before. Jungkook slide the file across his desk to the side of the chair yoongi was sitting in.

“Here’s her case buddy. (y/n) she was especially chosen by me and mr. sunshine.”

Yoongi sat up to grab the manilla folder. He looked at the picture of the mortal girl and began to read her file. “What about her though? She seems pretty average to me.” he continued to scan the transcript.

“You see I knew you were the man for the job. Ms. (y/l/n) is a perfect example of a decent human being, she isn't good but she isn’t bad. She would get into the other side but she wouldn’t become an angel. She’s the perfect example of a vulnerable soul.”

“I still don’t get why you want me to seduce her into being bad.” he asked closing the file and sliding it back.

“I don’t want you to make her bad. I just want you to make her lose herself. Drive her insane make her you know?” he elaborated overcome with joy.

“No Jungkook I don’t know.” the demon responded the red in his eyes flaring up for the first time in months.

“To end it all. I want you to make an example of her. If you can get her to go insane then I’ll win my bet.” he stated smiling and leaning back into his chair.

“You’re doing this as a bet. That seems especially cruel even for you.” Yoongi cracked a smile starting to get convinced.

“I mean I’m sure it’ll be fun for you too. You’ll get a break from routine and free reign on a mortal. All I need you to do is to take her life and what she knows and flip it upside down, make her emotions overcome her and lead her to dumb descisions. If you think seducing her will do it than go ahead.”

“Fine. I’ll do it.” he sighed standing up.

“This seems like a bad idea.” Jimin pleaded to his superior.

“I know but if I don’t win then they will and that’s worse.”

“Why would you make a wager like this.” the angel pleaded feeling defeated knowing he would have to go through with it. He was looking through the file. “She’s so average. She doesn’t deserve this. She would be a normal soul on this side. What if I can’t convince her and the other side wins?” he was rambling but surprisingly at a loose for words in his mind

“I don’t know Jimin but I trust that you’ll be able to sway her in the right direction.”

“I still don’t understand what I need to do.” he ruffled through the papers in the file.

“You need to find this girl and get her to change and,” he paused disappointed in his part of the deal. “ give the ultimate sacrifice for another.”

Jimin’s head shot up “The what?” he was in denial “You want me to get her to kill herself for someone else how is that...I don’t.” he couldn’t bring the words in his mind to come out.

“I know but in a selfless way. Like a mother dying for her child or a firefighter saving a person from a fire.” the god walked away from the windows and sat down at his desk.

“I can’t do this.” Jimin threw the file up in the air, letting the papers fall around him.

“You have too.” Namjoon stated giving him the watch. Every angel knew of the watch but very few ever saw it. The small timepiece allowed for highers such as angels, demons, and gods to visit the mortal world. He took the time piece and left the office.

Yoongi stood in his empty apartment packing a suitcase filling it with his most casual clothes. He looked back into the home and twisted the watch's dial transporting him to the mortal world.

Jimin went home and packed a bag filled with his clothes. He forgot about his “girlfriend” until she stopped him at the door. At almost all times angels were expected to be kind beings above drama and emotions but this was a rare occasion. “Get out of my home. I won’t be back for awhile and I thought the new trend of companionship would be for me but it wasn’t so I expect you to be gone.” he moved her aside and left his home. On his porch he turned the dial on the watch transporting him to the mortal realm.

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Angels Deserve to die

A/N- ayyy I finally made an Ao3 so heres a preview lovelys.

Summary-

People would like to think of the higher beings as ethical and moral in all their actions but sometimes even they get bored. Yoongi is assigned a task by the overlord to see how far love could push a mortal. Jimin is tasked the same by the “good” side to see if love can save the souls of those vulnerable. What happens when your'e caught in the crossfires of a cosmic bet.

link- https://archiveofourown.org/works/23902201/chapters/57468685

#bts #bts jungkook #bts scenarios #bts icons #bts jimin #park jimin #bts imagines #bts fanfic #ao3fic #angel #jimin angel #jimin and yoongi

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MASTERLIST <3

yay welcome to my writing!

Imagines/reactions

when you crying on a walk

when they’re mad at you

When you walk out during a fight

Having a baby!

Series

Backstage love (Taehyung & Jungkook love triangle )

P1 P2 P3

Tell them (Hoseok x reader)

One shots

Drifting apart (Namjoon x reader)

Secret love (Jungkook x reader)

Blurbs

Driving with Yoongi

Dancing with Jimin

Fighting with Jin

Language with Taehyung

Cuddle w/ Taehyung

Compersion- Yoongi

Request are always open!

-Love A (for author)

#masterlist #bts imagines #fanfic #bts fanfic #bts fluff #bts imagine #bts #bts j hope #bts icons #bts one shot #bts fic #bts reaction #bts series #bts scenarios

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Compersion

Blurb

Yoongi x Reader

A/N- Day 8 in quarantine and I’m back with a blurb, today’s song recommendation is pretty different than the blurb but I love this orchestral rendition https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HDNb3rcZ7EM

Stay safe and happy lovelies

Ps. I use a number generator to pick a member just a lil fact

Word count- 388

“Come on. Live a little Yoongles.” you pleaded shaking him a little to get him out of bed. “No one’s gonna see us, I promise.”

“Y/n, I wanna sleep. Maybe tomorrow.” he groaned into the pillow pushing your hands away.

“Fine, I’ll go alone.” you huffed and closed the door behind you. He was crazy if he thought you’d beg for his company. You were going to go to the “enchanted” forest with or without him.

“It’s a wild goose chase y/n” he yelled from your bedroom

Sure you had found the location on a pinterest post but that was a minor detail. Sure you knew it was by no means magical but it was still social distancing and both you and Yoongi could have a moment of fresh air and seclusion. Ten minutes passed and as you prepared to pull out of the driveway, you saw Yoongi stumble out of the house in his pajamas and a big jacket. You smiled to yourself as he opened the car door. “Not a word hon.” he raised his hand stopping you from talking. “You win.”

You arrived at the garden like forrest after twenty minutes listening to the radio and having Yoongi occasionally criticize the instrument choice. “Yay… we’re here.” you were so excited to be out, jumping to the door and rushing to the other side to open his. “Come on, Come on.” you pulled him out. “Just through here.” you brushed through leaves and branches.

“I’m gonna get dirty ug-”

“You see. Look at all these flowers. They reflect the moonlight by the river.” you sat down touching them lightly. “Haha- not a wild goose chase.” Yoongi broke out into a gummy smile seeing you so happy to find the flowers you were looking for. “I told you you’d have a good time.”

“I’m just happy you’re happy.” he laid down observing you observe the flowers

“Compersion, love. It’s only science.”

compersion (uncountable)

Joy from witnessing another’s enjoyment of something

#bts #bts fluff #bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts suga #bts yoongi #yoongi #min suga #imagine #bts blurb

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this kinda flopped might delete and re post later

Compersion

Blurb

Yoongi x Reader

A/N- Day 8 in quarantine and I’m back with a blurb, today’s song recommendation is pretty different than the blurb but I love this orchestral rendition https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HDNb3rcZ7EM

Stay safe and happy lovelies

Ps. I use a number generator to pick a member just a lil fact

Word count- 388

“Come on. Live a little Yoongles.” you pleaded shaking him a little to get him out of bed. “No one’s gonna see us, I promise.”

“Y/n, I wanna sleep. Maybe tomorrow.” he groaned into the pillow pushing your hands away.

“Fine, I’ll go alone.” you huffed and closed the door behind you. He was crazy if he thought you’d beg for his company. You were going to go to the “enchanted” forest with or without him.

“It’s a wild goose chase y/n” he yelled from your bedroom

“I’m gonna get dirty ug-”

“I’m just happy you’re happy.” he laid down observing you observe the flowers

“Compersion, love. It’s only science.”

compersion (uncountable)

Joy from witnessing another’s enjoyment of something

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Compersion

Blurb

Yoongi x Reader

A/N- Day 8 in quarantine and I’m back with a blurb, today’s song recommendation is pretty different than the blurb but I love this orchestral rendition https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HDNb3rcZ7EM

Stay safe and happy lovelies

Ps. I use a number generator to pick a member just a lil fact

Word count- 388

“Come on. Live a little Yoongles.” you pleaded shaking him a little to get him out of bed. “No one’s gonna see us, I promise.”

“Y/n, I wanna sleep. Maybe tomorrow.” he groaned into the pillow pushing your hands away.

“Fine, I’ll go alone.” you huffed and closed the door behind you. He was crazy if he thought you’d beg for his company. You were going to go to the “enchanted” forest with or without him.

“It’s a wild goose chase y/n” he yelled from your bedroom

“I’m gonna get dirty ug-”

“I’m just happy you’re happy.” he laid down observing you observe the flowers

“Compersion, love. It’s only science.”

compersion (uncountable)

Joy from witnessing another’s enjoyment of something

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Compersion

Blurb

Yoongi x Reader

A/N- Day 8 in quarantine and I’m back with a blurb, today's song recommendation is pretty different than the blurb but I love this orchestral rendition https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HDNb3rcZ7EM

Stay safe and happy lovelies

Ps. I use a number generator to pick a member just a lil fact

Word count- 388

“Come on. Live a little Yoongles.” you pleaded shaking him a little to get him out of bed. “No one’s gonna see us, I promise.”

“Y/n, I wanna sleep. Maybe tomorrow.” he groaned into the pillow pushing your hands away.

“Fine, I’ll go alone.” you huffed and closed the door behind you. He was crazy if he thought you’d beg for his company. You were going to go to the “enchanted” forest with or without him.

“It’s a wild goose chase y/n” he yelled from your bedroom

“I’m gonna get dirty ug-”

“I’m just happy you're happy.” he laid down observing you observe the flowers

“Compersion, love. It’s only science.”

compersion (uncountable)

Joy from witnessing another's enjoyment of something

#bts #bts fluff #bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts suga #bts yoongi #yoongi #min suga #imagine #yoongi flufff #bts blurb #blurb #fanfic #min yoongi #yoongi x reader #yn #bts smut

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chickennoodlesoupfortae · 4 years

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Winter to spring

Blurb

Kim Taehyung x Reader

A/N: Winter ends tomorrow and it’s my seventh day in quarantine. This is a sweet and small blurb. Here’s my daily song recommendation https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lZegNJHxBks

I hope you all stay warm and happy

Word Count: 223

Genre:Fluff

“Lay down love bug.” he put his hands on your shoulder placing a cup of tea next to your computer. “Come on, you’ve been working all day. I think you deserve some you time.” he gave you a peck on your cheek which quickly became kisses on your neck.

You let out a small groan. “Stop that.” you smiled “It’s only three past noon.” he shut your laptop and pulled you up. “Your tea.” you motioned as he lifted you up.

“I’ll get it after lunch.” he kissed your collarbones while taking you to the couch. “You’ve been working nonstop since we came home.” he laid you down throwing himself on top of you “Nap time.” he started cuddling into you.

“How can I say no? Ain’t no complaints.” he smiled into your chest feeling like your own personal weighted blanket. You ran your fingers through his curly black hair which had grown out slightly

“The seasons change y/n. That means that you will now be my spring bear.”

You cackled. “You’re the bear, tell me how I’m supposed to breath with no air.”

“I love you.”

“I know hon, me too.”

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Winter to spring

Blurb

Kim Taehyung x Reader

A/N: Winter ends tomorrow and it’s my seventh day in quarantine. This is a sweet and small blurb. Here’s my daily song recommendation https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lZegNJHxBks

I hope you all stay warm and happy

Word Count: 223

Genre:Fluff

You let out a small groan. “Stop that.” you smiled “It’s only three past noon.” he shut your laptop and pulled you up. “Your tea.” you motioned as he lifted you up.

“The seasons change y/n. That means that you will now be my spring bear.”

You cackled. “You’re the bear, tell me how I’m supposed to breath with no air.”

“I love you.”

“I know hon, me too.”

#bts #taehyung #bts taehyung #fanfic #bts fanfic #bts fluff #bts blurb #fluff #bts imagine #tae fluff #taehyung x y/n

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Runaway

Jimin x Reader AU

Summary- Runaway *txt voice* . Jimin is a wandering time traveler meeting people from all times and breaking hearts all the same.

A/N- I’m going through a list of prompts, so here’s the first one shot just dumb fluff and a mild plot. I hope you guys like it and if not tell me. Anyways I’m back and in quarantine/shelter in place so might as well write again. I love getting request and DMs. I hope you all stay safe and healthy

Word Count- 2k+

Warnings-none (cursing?)

3/19/20

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Runaway

Jimin x Reader AU

Summary- Runaway *txt voice* . Jimin is a wandering time traveler meeting people from all times and breaking hearts all the same.

Word Count- 2k+

Warnings-none (cursing?)

3/19/20

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Runaway

Jimin x Reader AU

Summary- Runaway *txt voice* . Jimin is a wandering time traveler meeting people from all times and breaking hearts all the same.

Word Count- 2k+

Warnings-none (cursing?)

3/19/20

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Runaway

Jimin x Reader AU

Summary- Runaway *txt voice* . Jimin is a wandering time traveler meeting people from all times and breaking hearts all the same.

Word Count- 2k+

Warnings-none (cursing?)

3/19/20

Chapter One

“Give me something different from the world.” you laid your back on the chair holding on to the table and pushing back. Three papers due the next morning and you were drained of all the energy you didn’t know you possessed. How in the world were you going to do this again and again for the next four years in college. You thought your days of studying were gonna be over after high school, but how naive you were. Movie after movie told you that college would be a fun time to drink and party but the only party you went to was for orientation. Luckily you had gotten your own dorm away from any distractions and which you thought now may be the reason for your isolation. “I wish something could happen out of the ordinary.” You were well aware that you were foreshadowing something or at least hoped you were. Manifestation was said to work and at this point your level of procrastination allowed for you to be slightly delusional.

Park Jimin was a born time traveler. He wasn’t ever in one place for more than a week in fear of disrupting his timeline. He also wasn’t quite sure when he started wandering through time. If you asked him he might look away like he often did and tell you one day when he was little he wandered and found himself far away from his home. In reality Jimin doesn’t know much of his past, he tries to forget what he does remember and move on. When he sleeps on nights when the wind is cold and the clouds cry he can almost see his mother calling out for him. He will follow her voice until he is at the edge of the woods. When he’s lucky he can touch the trees and smell the soft scent of fall in the air, just as he begins to move to her he always wakes up. That night Jimin had seen her closer than he ever had and woke up in a thick sweat. He knew he had to leave the time he was in and move on.

“Alright buddy, it's time for us to leave.” he hugged his small chick stuffed animal and put it in his pocket. The tavern was small and cramped, there were tapestries lining the wall and soft purple curtains covering the windows. The year was around fourteen hundred and he was in the royal court of one the kings of the time. It wasn't his first time posing as a noble and wouldn't be his last. He always left quietly and briskly in the night never saying goodbye. He was the lost lover of countless stories and lives but he never seemed to care. And so he opened the large door carved and shining in the dim light of the candle he held. In the hallway was the princess he had tricked into giving him a place to stay. He wasn’t heartless, and that’s why he always left in the cover of the dark.

“‪Jimin, what are you doing out this late?” Aurora was undoubtedly beautiful, he thought for sure the story “sleeping beauty” must have been inspired by her. He felt bad for once seeing how much she had grown attached to him in his short time in her court.

“I- can’t stay?” It was as if he was asking a question to her hoping it was a good enough excuse.

“Please don’t go.” Her sweet soft eyes were watering and he could almost touch her pain in the air. “I love you.”

“I’m sorry. I need to start my life over.” He wasn’t lying

“No please,” she ran over to him holding his hand in hers. “Stay here, we can make it all work.” Jimin looked down at her and felt guilty. He had led her on and given her an escape from the marriage she was bound to.

“Please I just need to get something, I’ll be back.” She knew in her heart he was lying. She wasn’t foolish, she was smart and educated. And still she followed along with his clear lie.

“I will love you till the end of time, I would wait a million years, say you’ll remember?”

With that Jimin let go of her hand and gave her a small peck on the cheek. “I will.”

He had to admit he wasn’t expecting that and he would remember that. He walked out the hallway and outside letting the rain encompass him and let his mind take him.

Three am was when you finished all the papers. You were so tired you could almost cry. It was pouring outside which meant in four hours when you had to leave for class you would need an umbrella and of course you didn’t have one of those. The skin care routine could wait tonight and you shut off all the lights and finally laid back in your bed. Just as your eyes closed you heard water fall on your floor.

“What the fuck” you whispered being angry you had a mess to clean. “Why do I always leave shit on the ledges where they can fall?” You turned on your lamp sitting up. You rubbed your eyes and turned around. First you saw shoes, old ones at that, and then you realized said shoes had legs attached to them. You closed your eyes and said a small prayer in your mind hoping they’d be gone when you opened your eyes.

And then you screamed.

Jimin planted his feet on a hardwood surface. He knew he had to be in more modern times by the cool air in the room. He let out a nice calm sigh and then he noticed the lights turn on and a girl scream. “Fuck, Fuck,” he ran over to cover your mouth “shhhhhh, calm down”

With the stranger's hand on your mouth you began to cry and bit him. “What do you want? How the fuck did you get in here? Please don’t kill me, I’m too young to die.” Jimin let out a Yelp at your attack.

“Jesus, I’m not here to kill you. And if you wouldn’t mind I’d love to leave.” He turned around and headed for the door.

“Stop,” you called out grabbing your phone. “Why are you in my room?”

“Trust me I didn’t mean to be here.” He turned around facing you. To be completely shallow for a moment you were taken aback by his looks. He looked unreal, handsome and beautiful all at once.

“Then why are you?” You stood up still holding your phone in case you needed to call for help, as beautiful as he may be it didn’t mean he wasn’t a serial killer.

“You don’t want to know.” Jimin was feeling reckless and sad. He didn’t need another connection and his judgment was clouded by his encounter.

“Tell me or else I’m just gonna call the cops.”

“You want the truth?” He asked, raising his voice slightly making you pull back a little, gripping your phone tighter.

“I want to know why the fuck there is a stranger in my dorm, so yeah I do.”

“You wouldn’t believe me even if I told you the truth.” He looked like a prince in his dated attire, you didn’t know if you were creeped out or intrigued.

“Why do you look like you stepped out of a painting” Jimin looked down at his soaked puffy sleeve.

“I guess I almost did,” he chuckled. “What would you say if I told you I’m not from here. Better what would you think if I’m not from this time or any time?” He stepped closer to you

“I would ask what you were on and if I could have some of whatever it was.” You felt safe, this made you feel delusional and stupid but there you were sitting back on your bed.

“Nothing. I’m on nothing.” It made Jimin more sad confirming that no one would believe him.

“Yeah I think this is a dream, nice and all. Must I say my mind really does create beautiful people.” You pulled the covers over your head and closed your eyes.

“What’s your name anyways?” You asked mentally check out.

“Jimin, my name's Jimin.” He walked closer to you taking in your features. You seemed so peaceful.

“I got to say this is some crackhead sleep paralysis demon, ain’t nobody doing it like me. My name is y/n Jimin you can spend the night my dear sleep paralysis demon.”

Jimin laughed and laid down on the floor still wet. He soon fell asleep to the sounds of you snoring.

You didn’t set your alarm and so you slept until nine. You woke up and rubbed your eyes sitting up and letting out a long yawn. Cracking your knuckles and moving your feet to the ground.

Jimin woke up to the ear breaking sound of your scream.

“Who the fuck are you?” You were holding your lamp as if it were a bat. “Get the fuck out.”

“Aish, Jesus it’s too early for this.” Jimin stood up grabbing his bag and heading for the door. He put his hand on the knob and turned around. “I told you, you wouldn’t believe me.” And with that he walked out the door.

You put on your glasses and put down the lamp. Your mind was going a mile a minute wondering what had possessed you not to call the police. You put on a sweater and ran after the man that was just in your room.

Jimin pressed the elevator button. Admittedly it had been a long night and he had to figure out where he was and more importantly where he was gonna stay. It was ten times harder to fly under the radar in the future. There were cameras and events everywhere. He couldn’t be in two photos at once. He felt your hand on his wrist and turned around.

“Who are you.” You looked deep into his eyes looking for an answer. “Tell me why you came to me and don’t just leave.”

“I already told you.” He put his other hand on your shoulder.

“You’re not some bullshit time traveler.” You let go of his wrist breaking the moment.

“I am.” The elevator opened and he stepped in, pressing lobby. The doors began to close and just as he thought he finished with you, your hand stopped the doors. You walked in.

The doors closed and he let out a long sigh.

“So you can travel time.”

“It’s almost like I told you this.” he snapped back

“Damn, okay. Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.”

“That someone had someone's feet in their face. And someone screams at them again. So yeah someones a little pissed.”

“Say someone again.”

“Someone.”

You were so ready to get out of the swing of things that you could stupidly befriend your intruder. A pretty twisted Stockholm syndrome in the making. The doors of the elevator opened and Jimin went in front of you.

“What do you want from me?” he asked more frankly than you thought he should’ve.

“Hey, I’m the one asking questions here. I didn’t sneak into someone's house last night and then claim to be a time traveler.”

“Say someone again.”

“Someone- wait no don’t distract me.”

“I don’t want you to follow me around. God are you stupid?” he speed walked forward leaving you a couple feet behind before you.

“Whatever, lier you can be all alone in your schizophrenic delusion.”

Jimin turned around. He didn’t know what it was about your statement that triggered something in him. He had nothing to prove to you or anyone for that matter. But in that moment he needed you to know he wasn’t a liar. Maybe it was the fact that he had never told anyone before and after having it fall out yesterday the last thing he wanted was someone telling him what he was saying was fake.

“I’m not a liar.” he whispered. He walked back to where you were standing staring you down.

“Prove it crazy.”

Jimin grabbed your arm and all you saw was black. It must have been less than a second but you felt suspended in the air for an indescribable time.

“Do you believe me now?” Jimin gave you a devilish smile motioning to your surroundings.

“How in the fuck- I where- Bro- bring me back-” he covered your mouth and shuttled you into a corner.

“Shh y/n. You’re gonna ruin someone's life if you’re not careful.”

Why did he sound excited?

A/N- if you’re reading this that means you read it all. Thanks :)

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