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Gang AU Fics:

Sorry to the anon that requested this, i know it took a while but imma start on the supernatural au next… also thinking of doing a college au one but idk

bolded fics or mentioned writers  are ones that have been recently added.

Also if you ever want to send me your own fic recommendations I”m always up for some more reading…

Last Updated: 9/14/17

Seokjin:

Crime & Punishment (M) (feat. Jungkook)

Yoongi:

Addicted (M) {2?}

All I Know Is How To Love You (M) {24/24}

Bonnie & Clyde (M) {18/18}

Colors (M) {19/?}

Drug Wars (M) (feat. Jungkook) {5/5}

Hunted

Unfinished Business (M) {30/30}

Namjoon: 

Hoseok:

Heartbeat (M) {3/?}

Jimin:

Contraband (M) {10/?}

The Labyrinth (M) {40/40}

Two Fold (feat. Jungkook) 

Taehyung:

Jungkook:

Angel In Darkness (M) {8/?}

Crime & Punishment (M) (feat. Jungkook)

Drug Wars (M) (feat. Yoongi) {5/5}

Fifth Columnist 

Give Me All {5/?}

It Takes Time {1/?}

I Want Out (feat. Got7) {2/?}

Oath (M) {26/?}

Perverted Bunny Mask (M) (feat. Yoongi) {13/?}

Strawberry Village (M) {2/?}

Touché (M) {10/10}

You Can’t Leave 

All Members:

Kingpen {1/?}

Save Me {8/8}

You’ll Never Walk Alone (M) {14/?}

Writers Mentioned:

@bangtaninink @bangtan-yeonghon @btsinned @exogivesmeangina @got7exobtsfluffyfiction        @heonseoks @ibangtanthings @jungk0oksthighs @kpop-reads @leadermon @jiminicriket @mochijamz  @narika-a​ @plumblackjeon @rapmonluv @rapmoniepapi  @sxpb-trip @taechubs @tumblingtae @yoonkimin-sshi93   @yoongiandchiminie 

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hey!!! im looking for an ana buddy perferabbly someone with a high bmi but i’ll take anyone :) just like or reblog so i can msg you (or message me if you want)

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Ok so this post is extremely long and I put it all together for my blogs Feeling sad page but as I don’t have a huge amount of followers I realize so many people are not seeing this information so I’m posting it here too!

alternatives without harming yourself:

holding/squeezing ice.

splashing your face with water.

getting a rubber band and snapping it against your skin (this could hurt, though it’s better than other ways that people usually choose to self-harm).

take a hot shower or bath.

eat something sour. it will take your mind of the urge. (lemon, sour lollies)

massage where you want to self-harm.

get a red pen or red paint and draw/paint over where you usually self-harm.

remind yourself as to why you shouldn’t do it. (scars, harms organs, leave memories etc…)

describe what you are feeling. (is the urge/pain in your chest, fists, legs, arms, head).

killing yourself will not help. it is not a solution.

you have your whole life ahead of you. you have so many more years that you can accomplish things in. for example;

having a family.

getting married.

to watch the sun rise.

to watch the sun set.

to save someone else’s life.

finish school.

get your dream job.

to laugh.

to smile.

to go camping.

travel to new places.

to wake up every morning to the person you love.

friends.

family.

to keep that promise you made.

to accomplish a goal.

to meet your idol.

to listen to new music.

theme parks.

video games.

chocolate.

to be able to look back and say “i made it”.

what you’re going through is temporary.

in case you need to hear this:

you are loved.

you are wanted.

you are needed.

you are beautiful.

you are handsome.

you are important.

you are not alone.

you are okay.

you are strong.

you are worth it.

you are smart.

you are not a failure.

you are useful.

you are going to be okay.

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50 signs of good therapy

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depression hotline: [phone]

suicide hotline: [phone]

lifeline: 1-800-273-8255

trevor project: 1-866-488-7386

sexuality support: 1-800-246-7743

eating disorders hotline: [phone]

rape and sexual assault: 1-800-656-4673

grief support: 1-650-321-5272

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exhale: after abortion hotline/pro-voice: 1-866-439-4253

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i might not be a good talker but hell i will sit and listen to you <3 stay safe loves

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Meanspo

Look at yourself, you’re disgusting. You always tell yourself that you’ll fast tomorrow, but you just say the same thing the next day. You look at thinspo wishing you were that thin. You can be that thin, you just have to work for it. Sitting on your ass and eating all day is not fucking working for it.

You want to look like those people in the pictures? Then stop fucking eating.

You want to be called thin and for people to like you? Then stop fucking eating.

You want to be thin? Then stop fucking eating.

Just stop fucking eating.

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reblog if you would do literally anything to lose 10 pounds

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bless up

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Meant to be Yours  (TAEHYUNG X READER)

Pairing: Taehyung x reader

Word count: 3.8k

Genre: Highschool!au

Warning: actual shit post. Musical singing shit, Heather's references, LOTS of swearing, mentions domestic abuse and self harm.

Description: What was meant to be a peaceful night of singing to yourself, quickly turned to an emotional shit fest

     You were alone. The only sound to be heard was the clacking of your shoes on the hard tile. It was long after hours, and no one was at the school. Even the creepy janitor had left at this point. Even though high school was shit, you couldn't help but feel safe in the empty hallway.Your home life wasn't very good. 

      Over the years a great divide grew between you and your parents, especially your dad. He had never done anything huge to really throw you off, but little things happened that bothered you. When you were two, he dropped you face first onto concrete. When you were seven he bound you with duct tape and left you out in the sun for an hour. When you were eleven, he screamed at you and called you a bitch. But it could have been worse.  

     School was safer than home, and being in such a giant place alone gave you a sense of peace. The hallways seemed to go on forever as you walked towards the auditorium. When everyone was gone you would lie on the stage floor and just sing as loud as you could. Those nights often ended with you curled up in a ball, trying not to fall apart. 

     Mental illness had been something you've struggled with all your life, but it really got noticeable in 7th grade. You had just moved to a new middle school. The change was hard, and the people at your new school weren't the nicest.There was only one girl that cared about your well being, your old best friend Nana. She introduced you to the world of musicals. Of course you had listened to music before, but she got you hooked, obsessed with it. It was your savior. 

     You walked down the familiar hallway, humming the tune to whatever song was playing through your earbuds. Your fingers moved with each note of the song. The auditorium doors came into view as you progressed down the hallway. 

     The clacking stopped, and you halted in front of the doors. You held your hand just over the handle, a tingle shot through your arm, as excitement collected in your chest. You placed your hand on the cool metal handle ready to pull open the door, when you heard something. A voice, it was singing?  What the hell? No one else is ever here.  You placed your ear against the door,eager to see what was being sang. “You chucked me out like I was trash, for that you should be dead. But, but but” a male voice echoed through the auditorium, making the whole experience more ethereal.  Wait, you recognized the song. It was from one of your favorite musicals. How didn't I recognize it sooner? You questioned yourself. Slowly, you pulled open the door, peeking through to see whom the voice belonged to.

      Your eyes landed on a boy. He stood on the stage pacing back and forth as he sang. You slid through the door, and sat in the back row of seats, praying he wouldn't notice you. He was mesmerizing, his light blond hair was vibrant despite the dark lighting, and when he closed his eyes to hit the high notes, it like you had taken a step into visual heaven.  I need to get closer, who is this? You snuck up a few rows, his voice getting louder every step you took. He continued singing, while you went completely unnoticed. 

     You finally got a good look at his face, and he was gorgeous. He had striking features, with a jawline that could kill. You recognized him, Kim Taehyung. He was a Junior at your school. He was also part of a small all boys choir group. Although he wasn't the leader, he often lead his team to victory at singing competitions.  Almost every girl in the school wanted to see him sing, and here you were with a private show. Holy shit am I lucky. 

     You hadn’t realized how much you had zoned out, when he began on the last few lines of the song. “Please don't leave me alone” a tear fell, almost going unnoticed, but you saw it. “You were all I could trust” he fell to his knees, “I can't do this alone.” he stood back up “Still I will if I must!” 

    There were a few moments of silence, you wanted to stay in the shadows, but you couldn't help yourself. “I wanted someone strong who could protect me”. The lyrics spilled out of your lips eloquently. Taehyung snapped his head in your direction. You could see the confusion on his face but you continued. “I let his anger fester and infect me. His solution is a lie, no one here deserves to die, except for me and the monster I've created. Yeah, yeah!” You paused, glancing up at him. He had a giant grin on his face, his eyes turned into little crescent moons. You felt fire engulf your face as you continued . “Heads up JD I’m a dead girl walking. Can't hide from me I'm a dead girl walking. And there's your final bell, it's one more dance and then farewell, cheek to cheek in hell with a dead girl walking!”

      Taehyung was pleasantly surprised by your high note, for you had hit it perfectly. He found the way you scrunched up your face and closed your eyes as you sang endearing. You looked at him in anticipation, before he started to yell “Come on Westerburg, here we go here we go now!” Your eyes widened, despite his high notes, his voice was pretty deep. 

     You grinned at him, and hopped up on stage as he continued the scene. “ Veronica! Jason Dean told me you'd just committed suicide!” He exclaimed at you, waving his hands in the air in an attempt to portray the frazzled teacher. “Yeah.” you started, “Well he’s wrong about a lot of things” You smiled as the lines fell out of your mouth. “I threw together a lovely tribute, especially given the short notice”. Taehyung was an amazing actor. He hit every tone right, even though you were only speaking. 

     “Ms. Fleming, what's under the gym?” you questioned, “the boiler room” he replied while trying to hide a smile, failing miserably. “That's it” you said, turning around to walk away. Taehyung grabbed your hand and spun you around “Veronica, what’s going on” his tone meant to be serious, but he was borderline laughing. You pushed his hands away, and dramatically spun around “Got no time to talk i'm a dead girl walking!” You flipped your hair in a sassy manner, and skipped away from him. 

     The two of you started to jump around the stage while you sang the chorus. Taehyung started doing high kicks, while you attempted a cartwheel. “Hey yo Westerberg! Hey yo Westerberg! Tell me what's that sound? Here comes Westerberg Comin' to put you in the ground! Go go Westerberg! Give a great big yell! Westerberg will knock you out and send you straight to hell!” 

     You ran to the side stage and picked up a croquet mallet, then tossed Taehyung a prop gun.The two of you walked to opposite sides of the stage, backs facing each other. 

     You turned around to face (JD) Taehyung. “Step away from the bomb.”you forcefully said, while taking steps closer to him.  Taehyung laughed, “This little thing?” He turned around to face you. All traces of his previous giddiness gone. Damn Taehyung is a good actor. “I'd hardly call this a bomb. This is just to trigger the packs of thermals upstairs in the gym.”

      He paused for dramatic effect, before stepping closer to you. “Those are bombs. People are going to see the ashes of Westerberg high school and think there's a school that self-destructed not because society didn't care,  But because that school was society. The only place Heather's and Martha's can truly get along is in Heaven!”. He swung his head and faced away from you.   

     Taehyung turned to you, and you were met with the barrel of his gun. Your acting was perhaps to good, because you noticed tears dripping down your own face, and Taehyung’s eyes were turning glassy. Ignoring the gun in your face, you gripped his collar and pulled him a little closer.“ I  wish your mom had been a little stronger. I wish she stayed around a little longer.” Full blown tears were now running down Taehyung’s face, neither of you just acting. 

     Somewhere within those few short minutes, the lyrics hit home for both of you. You removed your hands from his collar, and instead placed them gently on his cheeks. “ I wish your dad were good! I wish grown-ups understood! I wish we met before they convinced you life is war!I wish you'd come with me—”, “I wish I had more TNT!” Taehyung exclaimed, pulling himself from your grip. The action made your chest tighten up. We were just singing, I didn't mean for it to end like this. 

     Neither of you sang the final verse. You zoned out, recalling all that had happened in the past 10 minutes. The clatter of hard plastic on the floor rang throughout the room. The sudden cacophony pulled you from your trance. You looked up to see Taehyung still facing away from you, the only thing different was the prop gun now lying on the floor. You wanted to say something, to apologize, but you couldn't. Before you realized what was happening your arms were wrapped around his waist, and you were pressing your face into his back. 

      “You make a pretty good Veronica”, he said sadly, turning to look at you. You blushed taken back by the comment. You hadn't realized just how close the two of you were until just now. “I would say you make a great JD, but I don't really want to see you end up dead”. He let out a shaky laugh, but it was genuine. 

     The backs of his hands met his eyes, as he wiped away the salty tears that had just graced his features. “I’m sorry we had to meet this way. I’m Kim Taehyung by the way, It’s nice to meet you.” He stuck his hand out for you to shake. “It’s nice to meet you too Kim Taehyung, I’m (Y/n) (L/n)”. You let go of his hand, before wiping away the streaks that were drying on your face.

    “So (Y/n), why are you here after school, watching me sing”. He said, laying back on the wooden stage. “I could ask you the same thing. I’ve been coming here every night since the beginning of the semester.” you stopped, looking up at him for an answer. “I love my parents,  but each day’s another fight. If I stopped smoking pot then everything might be alright”  he admitted, before looking at the floor in defeat. He could feel another round of tears coming on when something stopped him. You were laughing? “You’re quoting Dear Evan Hansen right?” you blurted, before letting out a few awkward giggles, realizing he wasn't laughing with you. “Oh shit i’m sorry, it's just you basically quoted one of my favorite songs..” you paused. You wrung your hands, and rubbed at your knuckles. A nervous habit you had formed over the years. You felt tears sting at the back of your eyes, an indicator that they were about to fall.“Taehyung I’m so-” you were cut off by one of his arms wrapping around your waist, the other pushing your head into his chest.       

     The tears that had started to form in your eyes dried up, as Taehyung was just letting his fall. You could feel a tear drop onto your collar bone before he started shaking. The poor boy was falling apart around you. You moved your arms from underneath his and wrapped them around his neck. Who hurt you was all you could think, who hurt this boy so bad that he is now falling apart in my arms. Me, a stranger, someone he just met. What happened so that only a song could get him so upset.     

     The two of you stayed in each other’s arms for what felt like forever. You could feel and hear how fast Taehyung’s heart was beating. Slowly the quiet sobs that had been escaping his trembling lips came to a stop. He pulled away. You frowned at the lack of contact. “Taehyung-” you took in a deep breath. Your mind was racing a million miles a minute and you didn't know what to do. Comforting people wasn't exactly your forte.     

      “Please can you tell me what’s wrong” you put your hand on his shoulder. You glanced up at his face. It was still puffy from his crying. Taehyung took a deep breath before speaking.   

      “I’m just having a really hard time right now…” he paused, as if he were going to say something else, but it never came. “Taehyung, I know that’s not the whole story. Please, I know i'm not the most ideal person to be talking to, but I think telling someone could be beneficial”. You croaked out. You pulled your arm away and crossed them. Taehyung sighed, he knew you weren't going to let this go.     

      Taehyung reached for the edge of his sweater, simultaneously pulling of the black hoodie and the grey undershirt. You stood there unfazed, although pleasantly surprised with his statuesque figure. Taehyung expected for you to be a blushing stuttering mess, but you just stood there .      

     You let your eyes rake over his figure, but something stopped you. Your eyes focused on a pattern of deep bruises, and crusted over lacerations. All of them seemed fairly recent, but you didn't see any scars so this had to be a new occurrence. You stepped forward, and held out your hand. Your fingertips ghosted over one of the bruises on his ribs, but pulled back when Taehyung flinched. “Who did this”, those three words came out harsher than you intended, but they came out nonetheless.  

     Taehyung sighed and raked his fingers through his honey golden hair. “It’s my dad…” he stopped and collected himself “He get’s drunk a lot, and there's nothing I can really do”. You looked at him with sympathy. “It used to just be verbal, but he’s started to get physical. I saw him about to slap my younger sister so i pushed him. Since then I've kinda been his punching bag” He took a deep breath in, and prepared himself for the words you were about to spill.  “There has to be someone you can tell right? I mean, at least alert child services!” you voiced out to him. Taehyung looked at you, sadness filled his eyes. “You are actually the first person I’ve ever told. I don't really have anyone else to tell. My mom passed away a while back, and my dad is our only source of income. If he was taken away, then I would have no source of income. I have a younger sister, he’s in your grade actually… I couldn't risk having her teenage years being squandered by foster cares, or orphanages.”     

      Some time in the allotment that Taehyung was speaking, your jaw had dropped. You couldn't believe it. “Taehyung, I understand the want and need to protect your younger sister, but this… this isn't healthy!” you ranted. A warm feeling started to bubble up in your stomach. It wasn't love, or excitement, but fear and anger. Your fingertips ran through your hair before tugging on it harshly. You knew all too well what it was like to live in an abusive household. “Taehyung, I can’t let you do this to yourself. Even if you hate me, I have to tell someone!” you barked out at him. Your hands retreated from your hair before curling up into fists. You dug your fingernails hard into the soft flesh of your palm. You felt a trickle of blood run down your hand, a sign that your fingernails had broken the skin.         

     Taehyung felt anxiety bloom in his chest. That anxiety quickly turned to anger. “Yeah, well what about you! You always wear long sleeves despite the weather, and never once have you worn something longer than pants!” He hissed at you, he had already put his hoodie back on and was advancing towards you.      

     “Who are you to judge my fashion choices” you quipped back at him. But you knew he was right. Your fashion choices were chosen solely around the ugly scars that graced your skin. You backed away from him.You wanted your face to demonstrate anger, but all it could muster was fear. Taehyung didn't seem to notice, because he kept stepping towards you.     

     “I bet, you have just as many bruises as I do, if not more! I bet your parents don’t even love you, you are just a burden and a waste of money!” he gestured his arms angrily in the air. You took a deep breath, and took a step towards the seething boy. “No, I don’t. My parents are dysfunctional, but they love me. Why are you getting so defensive I just want to help you!” the words slipped from your mouth harshly, but there was no falter, as if you hadn't been a stuttering mess just moments before. He scoffed and turned away from you, obviously still seething.      

      You sighed, before pulling at the hem of your shirt. You lifted it above your head and tossed it to the floor. “Taehyung” you said angrily. He turned around to look at you. His eyes met yours before drifting downwards. His eyes widened and jaw dropped. He couldn't stop looking at your ribs and stomach. Two large hypertrophic scars curved up your stomach, ending right at your sternum. He looked away from the larger scars to a few white scars that ran horizontally against your ribs. They were obviously self inflicted. 

     Taehyung’s eyes moved away from your rib cage, to your arms. Deep pinks scars ran up your arms. They were erratic, and unorganized. They obviously weren't placed there purposely. He couldn't say anything, he just stared.  You started to move towards where you had tossed your shirt, before sliding it back on.

      “Are you fucking happy now? Are you happy to know, that if I did one thing wrong I would be whipped with a belt, or with a power cord? Is it satisfying for you to know that I will never again feel normal or beautiful because I was in a fatal car crash that left me disfigured and ugly?” you snapped at the boy in front of you. He just looked at you, the anger he had previously felt, quickly simmering into guilt.

      You turned around and rushed out of the auditorium. The night had turned sour fast. What was supposed to be a peaceful night away from hell, had turned into a stressful, anxiety provoking shit fest.

      “(Y/n)!” you heard a voice call from the auditorium. “(Y/n), wait! I’m sorry! What I said was stupid, just please come back!” despite the pleas from behind you, you kept moving.  

     Taehyung watched as you turned a corner down the hallway. “(Y/n), please come back. I'm sorry” this time the words left his mouth barely a whisper. 

     Taehyung arrived at school the next day hoping he would see you in the hallway. He had to find you. He needed to apologize, or do whatever necessary to win your acceptance.  One of Taehyung’s friends walked down the hallway, the same hallway you had left him in last night. 

     “Taehyung, what's up!” a voice called out from behind him. He turned to see one his friend running towards him. “Oh, hey Jimin hyung” Taehyung tried to procure a smile that wouldn't allude to that anything was wrong. Lucky Jimin was oblivious to the pain his friend was feeling. 

     “Yo man, we missed you at Jin’s house last night… You never miss movie night”. Taehyung just shrugged and dealt out a half assed excuse that Jimin seemed to buy. 

     Taehyung progressed through the day but he didn't see you once. Neither of you had classes together, but he at least usually saw you in the hallway. Before he knew it, the final bell was ringing signaling him it was time to leave. Just as he was walking out he saw the second best person he could hope to see.

     You laid curled up in a ball under the covers. You haven't moved from this position since the night before. Earlier that morning your parents came up to get you to go to school. They screamed at you, telling you that if you didn't get up you were a failure and a disgrace, but you didn't budge.  

     Hours past before buzzing erupted throughout the room. You stuck out your hand and felt around for the small rectangle device, before grasping onto it. You brought it in front of your face to see who was calling. It was a number you didn't recognize, but you answered it nevertheless. 

     “Hello?” you croaked out, your voice faltering from the lack of speaking all day long. “Y/n? Holy shit I’m really sorry about what happened yesterday. I was upset and I didn't mean it and-” you cut the voice off. “Taehyung, how did you get my number?” you asked, already feeling annoyance bubble up in your stomach. “Oh, uh Nana gave it to me”. ‘God fucking damn it Nana’ you thought, but you were too tired to be angry at your best friend.

     There were a few moments of silence before Taehyung began to speak again. “Also I’m kinda outside your house so if you could let me in that would be great.” What! If you had been drinking anything, if would have flown out your nose and mouth, but instead you were just coughing and sputtering like a fish out of water. You hung up on Taehyung and ran to the front door. 

     You opened the door to see Taehyung standing with a plastic bag filled with junk food. “Dude, you can’t be here, how did you even get my address?” you questioned. He gave you a boxy smile before answering “Nana is an amazing resource”.  You gripped the bridge of your nose with an excruciating grip. “And you are here for what purpose exactly?” you sighed, secretly hoping that he would be there to stay. “To cheer you up of course!” 

     Taehyung smiled at you again as you stepped away from the door, allowing him in. His personality had taken a complete 180 from when you had last talked. Last night he was a brooding, angst teen, but now he was a happy go lucky boy. 

     Taehyung immediately ran to the kitchen, before putting the assortment of snacks on the counter. “I wasn’t sure what snacks you liked the best, soooo I got all of them”. You couldn't help but smile at the sweet gesture. He just seemed so... genuine. “Thank you Taehyung” you said, you couldn't help but smile.

     The day had progressed and the two of you fell in and out of deep conversations, laughing at your favorite songs, and talking about your favorite tv shows. 

     You glanced down at your phone. 6:35. “Oh shit!” you yelled “Taehyung you gotta leave, my parents will be home any minute now” he glanced up at you and gave you a knowing look before gathering all of the garbage. 

     You heard the front door rattling, and you started to panic. “Okay, lets go to the back door”. You lead him to the other exit and once you opened the door, he refused to move. Taehyung looked at you with worry. “If they ever hurt you, in any way, please just leave and come get me. I will always be here for you”. You smiled and your eyes started to tear up. 

     You began to utter out a thanks but he cut you off. He pressed his lips gently against yours before cupping your face. “See you later Veronica” he smiled and waved running out into your backyard. You smiled, a giddy feeling bubbling up in your chest.A feeling you haven't experienced in forever. 

     Bye JD

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j-NOPE: a compilation

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best of bts’ selfies 2015 ↳ best of namjoon

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ALL THE SONGS FROM EPISODE 13 (and the rest of the episodes) CAN BE FOUND HERE BUT THE SONG YOU ARE TALKING ABOUT IS BELIEVER BY IMAGINE DRAGONS

DOES ANYONE KNOW THE SONG IN TODAYS EPISODE

JUST TO CLARIFY WHATS THE SONG WHERE MR. BLOSSOM COMMITS SUICIDE

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which fictional character do you think I resemble the most, in terms of personality?

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My official new obsession is Be more Chill, Michaels my favorite but rich is a close second!

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OMGI LOVE YOUR NAMJOON SOULMATES AU!!!! 😍😍❤️❤️

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Broken Spirit  Namjoon Imagine

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Word count: 2.9k

Genre: slight angst, soulmates! au Idol! Namjoon

Description: Everyone is born with their soulmates same on their arm. What happens when the name of one the members from  the biggest kpop group in the country is imprinted on your arm.

a.n: UNEDITED BEWARE

 Everyone in the world is born with their soulmate's name imprinted somewhere on their body. It was a fucked up system that somehow came into play about 200 years ago. At first it wasn't taken seriously, as there was no way to ensure that the name that was imprinted on you even belonged to a real person. Now? People are obsessive. The rich spend thousands of dollars on detectives and hackers to try and find the one. They acted like they could only ever love their destined soulmates, like the rest of the people in the world didn't matter. That any feelings could be cast aside because one day, you would find the the person whose name was engraved into you. It gave people a sense of hope, of purpose, that things were going to get better once they found their destined love.  People believed that finding their soulmate would solve all of their problems. But not you.

     You saw it for what it really was, fucked up. It played with people's hearts and minds. When you were younger, you couldn't help but wonder, who the name on your arm belonged to, but things changed. In high school you accumulated a crush on one of the upperclassmen; Jae Park. He was gorgeous, and sweet, and talented. Everything you could ever ask for. When you confessed, he looked at you in disbelief. What he said to you stuck in your mind forever. “Do you really think I would ever go for someone like you? You don’t even care about your own soul mate.” He scoffed and walked away from you. Yes, you knew it could have been worse, but it still hurt. Last you heard of him, he had moved to Korea, and then you knew he was really gone.

       Although you would never admit it, you memorized the name on your arm and thought about him constantly. Not necessarily good thoughts, but thoughts none the less. “Y/n?” you snapped out of your day dream to look up at your boss. “You can go home now, the cafe closed 15 minutes ago”.

You smiled at the older woman, before heading to the back room. You moved slowly as you put your apron and hat in the small locker the esablishment provided. You sighed as you caught a glimpse of the name on your arm. I need to forget about him.

     The walk back to your small apartment was quiet, but you didn't mind. It gave you time to think. The first thing you did when you got home was plop down on the couch. Your phone buzzed reminding you to eat and log in your meal. It's 6:00, you thought.

      Your hand grasped the remote, and you turned on the television. You mindlessly flipped through channels as you looked for something to watch. “Leader of BTS Rap Monster, also known as Kim Namjoon”. The words coming from the TV caught your attention. That name. You looked down at your arm, watching as his name changed from black ink, to gold. A sign that you have finally laid eyes on your soulmate.

     “No, it can’t be him” you whispered to no one.  A close up of his face popped up on screen. He was gorgeous. You gulped down the saliva you didn't realize had collected in your mouth. His face was well defined, but soft. When he smiled, the first thing you noticed was his dimples. It was adorable. You scanned his face, but when it disappeared from the screen you closed your eyes and tried to remember every feature of him.The right side of his face was more full than its counterpart, but you couldn't help but find it absolutely endearing.  It made you feel better, seeing that he wasn't absolutely perfect made you believe that you might actually have a chance with him.

      You pulled out your laptop and looked him up, desperate to know more. He was born September 12, 1994. Hey you thought He’s not that much older than me. He was born in Goyang, a satellite city in Seoul. You scoffed, how ironic, I managed to land a soulmate born in a city named Seoul.

 Realization hit you like a brick, and you groaned. He’s famous. He’s got girls from all corners of the world after him. I have no chance.  You let out the breath you hadn't realized you were holding. I need to forget about him, all he knows is my name, he doesn't know I exist.

 One Month Later

     Namjoon sat with the rest of the boys in an interview. Since the BBMA’s, their popularity has only grown. Despite all the beautiful armies he had met, he couldn't help wonder if you were a fan. 

     Namjoon was happy to be back in Korea, he didn’t have to worry about translating for the boys, and it meant that he had to answer less questions. The questions being directed at them flew in one ear, and out the other. Namjoon didn't realize a question was being directed at him until Jimin poked his arm. “Hyung, you good?” Namjoon smiled at the young boy in reassurance before speaking. “Sorry, what was that?” he smiled sheepishly. The interviewer waved away his apology as if it was no problem. “What I was going to ask was, are you ever going to reveal to us who your soulmate it”.

    None of the other boys had given up that vital information yet, so why ask me he thought. “Well, eventually I will. My heart belongs to armies right now. I’m not going to reveal her name to the world yet, because quite frankly, I don't even know who she is yet.” He paused, “We have yet to meet. Also, I know there are some very well uh… devoted fans out there, and I don’t want my soulmate to get hurt. If she is such an important part of my life, I don't want something to happen to her before our lives inter cross”. The interviewer seemed content with Namjoon’s answer as they nodded, before turning to the other boys.

 Come on (Y/n), where are you? I need you in my life.

  Two months later

      You walked off the loading ramp. You had finally arrived in Korea, Gangnam to be precise. Thank god that long ass flight is finally over, you thought smiling all the while. No you weren't there to look for Namjoon, but instead for your best friends wedding. You finally got through customs and waited outside for the taxi your friend sent to pick you up. God dammit Lily, you couldn't have picked a worse fucking time to get married. It was August, and that was the hottest it would get this summer. You quietly thanked whatever higher being that was listening, that you had worn shorts and a tank top. Even then you were starting to feel the effects of the heat.The cool early morning air wasn't enough to cool you off.  The taxi isn't going to be here for another 45 minutes, why not go back inside. You made your way back through the glass doors, luggage in tow.

     You started towards the baggage area, when what sounded like hundreds of teenage girls assulted your eardrums . You glanced up from your phone to see that it was hundreds of teenage girls. “What the fuck”, you uttered as you were shoved to the ground by one of the girls. You stood up brushing yourself off before turning to the girls. They had formed a crowd around one of the doors. Place markers kept the girls from going to close. What are they looking at you questioned yourself.

You found yourself being pushed towards the place markers as another rush of girls came. Fuck, I’ve got to get out of here. And who the fuck is here at 2:00 am, anyway. The fuck?  You ducked and weaved through the ever growing mass of hormonal teenagers, walking away, parallel to the door they all seemed so infatuated with.  The place markers continued on for a while, as the girls thinned out. They all must want to be close to the door, so they get a good look at whomever comes out. Might as well see who comes out, I've got time to waste. You waited near one of the glass doors, and easy escape if things got out of hand. It was already pandemonium, it can't get any worse right?

    After what felt like forever it was only 5 minutes the doors opened. You wouldn't have noticed if not for the screams of the girls getting 200% louder. You watched as a bunch of boys exited the double doors. You scanned the seven boys, all of which had masks over their faces, and hats pulled low over their eyes. They looked, dare I say familiar?

      Your body had a reaction before your mind had caught up. The letters you were so used to on your arm started to burn and sizzle. You looked down at your arm, only to see that it was glowing, bright. Luckily only a few girls noticed before your hand slapped over the ink, trying to hide it. Little did you know, one of the boys also felt the burning sensation in his arm.

      Namjoon walked though the blue double doors, Hoseok in front of him, and Yoongi behind. Namjoon had only taken a few steps before a searing pain shot up his arm. He pulled his sleeve up so fast and with so much ferocity, he was surprised it didn't rip. He looked down at his arm to see the text he was so fond of, glowing a brilliant blue. He stopped walking. His hand rubbing the letters on his arm. It read (Y/n) (L/n), a name Namjoon had memorized years ago. He didn't realize he had stopped, until a fan crossed the marker and grabbed at his arm forcefully. The girl shrieked, somehow catching everyone's attention. Before Namjoon could rip his arm away she screamed “THE NAME ON NAMJOON OPPA’S ARM IS GLOWING. THAT MEANS HIS SOULMATE IS HERE!”. Namjoon looked at her horrified, quickly ripping his arm away as security pulled the flailing girl away. Everyone’s eyes were on Namjoon. The fans started to get riled up. All of them screaming questions. Namjoon felt hands on his shoulders, he was ready to pull away, but it was just Yoongi and Jin. “Namjoon, I think we should get out of here before things get worse” Yoongi whispered in Namjoon’s ear. Jin must have read Namjoon’s facial expression because he added “Don’t worry, she will be fine. I promise”. Namjoon nodded as he let the two older boys pull him away.

    You watched as Namjoon was  pulled forward by a tall boy with brown hair, and a skinny boy with black hair. This was your chance, a chance you wouldn’t ever get again. But you couldn't move. You were frozen in the spot, the only things moving were your eyes following the tallest boy being pulled away by his elders.

     Then, a miracle. Namjoon’s eyes met yours. The pain in both of your arms stopped as you made eye contact. His eyes widened, every fiber in his being telling him to run towards you, for he had finally found you. But he couldn't. The fans would know, and he couldn't risk you getting hurt. He had been looking to long, and he pulled his eyes away from you.

   You couldn't help but feel upset. You were now in the back of a taxi, wallowing in self pity. He looked away was all you could think. Why did he look away. Hot tears threatened to spill, but you knew better. This was bound to happen, he's a celebrity. I’m no one.

  One Week Later                 

     It was the big day. Lily was getting married today. You couldn't help but feel sad, that you would never get this special day like she’s getting. Lily walked into the room. You swallowed your pride, and your jealousy.

 “Lil” you smiled at the bride “You look so beautiful”. She beamed at you. Never once in your nine years of friendship have you seen her this confident. “You don't look to bad yourself, miss Maid of Honor”. She put extra emphasis on the last three words, and you couldn't help but giggle. “Come on Lil, it's time to go”. She sighed before linking arms with you. You would be walking her down the aisle, seeing that her own father had passed away. You walked her up to the podium, and then took your seat in the front row. As shy as Lily is, she didn't want anyone to steal the spotlight on her special day, so she had all the bridesmaids, and the grooms men sit in the front rows.

    The whole ceremony was spoken in Korean, but you didn’t mind that much. Lily had been making you take language classes with her since she started dating Sejin two years ago. Some things that were said weren't clear to you, but all the other bridesmaids had no clue what was going on, so you didn't feel that bad.

    The after party was the best part. The wedding was inside, to shield all the viewers from the heat of the unforgiving sun. After the ceremony, there was a change in venue. It was hosted at some fancy country club, facing the ocean. 

     The food was inside, but most of the congregating was happening outside. Large groups of people gathered on the balcony, or at the beach, which was only about 100 meters away. Your best friend newlywed, was pulling you around like a dog on a leash. She introduced you to countless people, giving them your life story each time. You needed a break, and possibly a drink. “Lil, I’m going to go inside and grab some food.” She just looked at you and smiled giddily. Her face was flushed, letting you know she had already downed a few drinks during the night. You kissed her forehead, and left her to her own devices.

   You marveled at the arrangement of foods. Lily had cut no expense for this party. Her mother was loaded, so she could get away with it. The marking on your arm started to buzz, it wasn't unpleasant like last time, but soothing. Almost like letting you know that your soulmate was there for you, you thought. Wait, scratch that. That feeling means he’s here. Namjoon is here.

    Your heart rate started to pick up as your eyes flew over the crowds of attendees. You started to move backwards, heels clacking as you backed away from the mass of people. You took one more step before you flew off balance, and your arm started to buzz with more intensity than ever before. You looked up and away from your arm to a beautiful man standing in front of you. “Namjoon” the word escaped your lips, barely a whisper. He smiled the most beautiful smile, dimples and all, before offering you a hand. “So I guess we’re soulmates” he said, cheeks tinged pink. “Yeah, I guess we are”

    You and Namjoon hit it off. Both of you happier than words could express that you had found each other. “I mean, you’re famous… I didn't think I ever had a chance!” you exclaimed, still dumbfounded as to how this ended up. He grinned at you “ I’m so happy my soulmate is you, I would wait a hundred more lifetimes, if it meant ending up with you” he said, a giddy smile graced his features. You playfully hit his chest as you laughed at his cheesiness. “But wait, why are you here” you questioned looking up at him. His smile faltered “What do you mean?” he inquired. “I mean like at the wedding” you paused before speaking again “Are you friends with Lily?”. He smiled, relieved by your answer. “You do realize that Sejin is BTS’s manager right?” he said with a laugh. You face palmed “Ugh I’m such an idiot”. Namjoon smiled at your cuteness, “It’s okay, I wasn’t expecting you to be here either”.

    The two of you sat on the beach, not caring if you got sandy. You sat in comfortable silence, just enjoying each others company. “You know… I didn’t believe in the whole ‘soulmates’ thing, until I saw you for the first time”. You did air quotes when you said the word “soulmates”. “But, now that I think about it, i’m really happy that the soulmates thing exists, because I don't know if i would have found someone as amazing as you.” He blushed, turning away hoping you couldn't see it. “I’m glad you feel that way” he started “Because I personally wouldn’t have it any other way.”

      You turned towards each other, he slowly reached his hand up to your face. Brushing It softly with his fingers. “Can I kiss you?” He asked, looking you in the eyes. You nodded leaning in slightly. Your lips collided, not hard, but soft. Like a first kiss, except the both of you had a lot more experience. The marks on both of your arms started to glow pink. You pulled away to look at your arm. A tiny heart on either side of Namjoon’s name was now in your skin. He looked at his arm, and three tiny hearts surrounded your name. You looked away from your arms and smiled at each other. The rest is history.

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