#HYYH IS DEAD

[bumblebwii]

Louder Than Bombs

BTS x The Walking Dead

(Part one)

Yoonkook - Jungkook Centric - morally grey Jungkook (the apocalypse is difficult, okay?)

<3K words >4K words

The smell of gunpowder and wet mud clung in Jungkook’s nose, it was far from pleasant but had served to be a much nicer aroma than that of the dead. Flesh - rotting and raw - had to be one of the most disgusting smells on planet earth. Jungkook was sure that if times were different and he could be picky he’d revert to a strict vegetarian diet. 

He would visit the store freely, loudly, explicitly and he’d grab one of the trollies with a now-dead joy, even if it had squeaky wheels that barely rolled in a straight line, and fill it with fresh fruits and vegetables, puddings - lots of puddings - he’d buy shower gels that smelled like heaven in a bottle, laundry detergent that made him feel safe and warm and he’d pay at the till with the largest grin on his face; thank the cashier, wish them well and be sincere about it. If times were different, he’d rush the food home so it didn’t go bad, wrestle his bike out of the little shed he had in his garden and head to the gym, spend an hour or so there before he’d head back home and message around to see if any of his friends were busy because he’d finally got a day off. 

If things were different, Jungkook wouldn’t take the little things for granted. But things were not different, everything had reached its terminus, an end to those little segments of euphoria; an end to mankind as he once knew it. He probably wouldn’t last much longer, it was morbid but he’d grown to accept it, everyone in an apocalypse is just simply waiting to die; procrastinating the inevitable because humans could never really process abruptness. 

Jungkook knew he’d die soon. If the living-dead didn’t get him, and the living-living left him be, then the hunger would take him out. He was surprised that it hadn’t already, he often ate not nearly enough or things that were so past its sell-by date that in the world before he’d have thrown it away in fear of food poisoning. Let it rot and mould over in some rubbish heap far away, wasteful but out of sight and out of mind. 

The greens and browns of the forest were bright and refreshing, it was more life than Jungkook had seen in a year. A year. Jungkook could hardly believe the time that’d passed him by. A whole year since he’d lost everything he held dear to him, a year since the dead no longer stayed dead. A year since humanity died. A year since he watched the world darken like paper held tauntingly at the breadth of a flame. 

The forested mountain range around him provided shelter; hid him from any potential threats but also hid the nightmares that lurked in the dark corners, the threats that he needed to see. Jungkook learned that the hard way over the past year; the bullet wound in his thigh was proving to be a scarlet revision card of the dangers that came with roaming the forest at the end of the world. Jungkook had travelled the country to get here, here to Busan. He’d be damned if he’d be taken out just as he arrived. The gun in his hand was heavy as he raised it to shoot.

He had lived sneaking around Korea alone for the past ten months, but originally started the first two months of this whole apocalypse malarkey with his boyfriend and brother. Jungkook had no sense of survival back then; could hardly hold his own weight, never mind a gun, he hadn’t been a threat to anyone but he pretended to be so he could become something of a rock for their terrified trio. A leader. Bluffing your way through an apocalypse was not wise. It was dangerous and risky because it was curtains if someone called your bluff. Granted, bluffing helped so much more than Jungkook gave it credit and he eventually could stop pretending. Although, by that point, he was alone and his heart had been consumed by the fall of humanity. 

Jungkook remembers the day he was separated from the two most important people in his life. There were strangers trying to grow their group because safety was in numbers, mercilessness and strength, they’d offered to band together, said they liked the strength and stubbornness, but Jungkook didn’t trust them - he may have hated zombie movies but he knew well enough that stranger danger was intensified in an apocalypse. Jungkook couldn’t forget the narrowed eyes of whom he’d placed as their leader or the way his cheeks dimpled when he spoke and made a very contrasting attribute for a man of such intimidation, the stranger had power and planning, whoever he was, he definitely did not have to bluff like Jungkook did. 

They’d all been milling around, too afraid to turn their backs on each other, it was no surprise when the hoard showed up, growling and groaning, a haunting noise that echos in his ears every time he tries to sleep. They let themselves be stupidly unaware for just a fraction of time and then they were surrounded. 

He remembers catching one of the strangers huddling beside his brother, weaponless and terrified; Jungkook remembers the tears in the man’s eyes and the shaking in his hands. Jungkook trusted them at that moment, the group of strangers, that is, he realised that they were equals just trying to procrastinate the painfully slow process that was death. He thought it would be alright from there, there was safety in these people, they could survive together, they could trust each other. They were human, not yet the walking dead. 

It was a small hoard to begin with, one they could tackle easily but there was a second wave stumbling not too far behind, lured in by the sounds of them all fighting. They fought together, bathing each other in clotted, rotting blood, the thick and sticky half liquid-half solid matter clung to everything like dead weight - literally - but at that moment, Jungkook hadn’t cared, he was too focused on getting Yoongi and Jimin and the lost looking stranger into safety. 

Jungkook needed to be that one person he knew he’d shout at if he were to watch the scene play out on the television, because this was his reality now and he understood those foolish people on the screen. He needed to make some kind of escape for these people, otherwise they’d get too tired and all this fighting would be for nothing because they would be eaten anyway. 

Jungkook remembers calling for everyone to head up the fire exit right beside them, remembers holding back a cry as he ran past it, hitting the top of a dumpster and began yelling, “keep going! Keep climbing! I’ll keep them distracted!” Jungkook’s heart hammered away in his chest like the drums of a heroic death. He needed to keep the dead’s attention on him so they would not grab at them as they climbed the ladders, but he was not going to die today, not a chance.

The hoard - about thirty of the dead - were quick, hissing as they stretched out their decomposing hands in close attempts of grabbing him, Jungkook was getting tired; struggling to keep his stamina in check. Jungkook realised he was stuck pretty quickly and groaned outwardly, this is why he hates these characters, this is why bluffing his way through the apocalypse was not a good idea. 

Once he had lured them into the corner, he pushed the dumpster around to trap as many as he could before swinging his bat at whatever was left, but it was not enough and he fell, buried beneath gnashing teeth and rotten flesh. They were heavy and Jungkook cried out in a whirlwind of emotions but managed to use the kitchen knife in his hand to stab at the two above him before using the last string of strength to push them off and cursed the government for having the strict gun laws he had once admired.

He ran to the fire exit, unscathed and shaken, but stopped when the ladder was gone and the others were looking over the edge of the building. Jungkook cursed and ran to the next one, climbing quickly to reach the top. He had not expected to be met with a gun barrel, that had probably been stolen from the military sites, poised hauntingly at his glabellar once he had clambered to safety. “I don’t think so. We saw you go down. You've been bitten.” 

The memories from there fade a little, between getting shot in the side - the angle of the shot skewed by his brother’s intervention and Jungkook waking up, covered in dust and blood beneath the rubble of the shop he had been standing above. At that time, he was sure he’d been reanimated - he sure felt like he had, the pain was unbearable -  but once he came to, he knew he was alive, breathing, oxygenated, full of coherent senses and he had called out to anything, anyone above him, supposing it’d been no more than a few minutes and they’d be there to get him anytime soon. He had waited patiently, painfully using whatever he could to keep the slice along his hip clean, and the bullet wound uninfected but as minutes turned into a day and a day turned into a week, he knew they were not coming. They had abandoned him after he had risked his life to keep them alive. 

For Jungkook, God - though he had never really been religious - had died and so had the only people in his life that he had left to love. Jungkook was alone and if he wanted to survive, he needed to move. So he left, forced his healing body to heal quicker, scavenged, learned how to survive alone, began to understand weaponry and bittered his heart for survival of the fall of humanity over the course of ten months.  

Jungkook, who bluffed his way through absolutely anything and everything was dead too, he was still wasting away on that deserted shop floor, hoping that his long lost love would return to him. This Jungkook, the one calculating his next move, this Jungkook was a killer. Cold blooded, maniacal almost. He had become the walking dead. Sly, malicious, tactical in everything he did. This Jungkook had a rebirth, he was no longer the feeble caterpillar writhing around on the nearest leaf, he was a moth stuck in a person’s ear canal, dirty and irritating, awaiting the next host he could feed off of whilst simultaneously eating away the flesh around him. 

Yoongi and Jimin were dead to Jungkook, it was what kept him moving, they were no longer there to weigh Jungkook down and pull him into tough situations like the last one they were in. Jungkook was free now, he could be selfish and survive peacefully, he let himself forget their faces, their voices, their habits, he forced away the memories of the gentle way Yoongi used to dance his fingers over Jungkook’s back and lull him into sleep. Jungkook forced his brain to discard all memories of Jimin sticking to the protective hyung role in all ages of their life and the way Jimin would come home with black eyes and busted knuckles for fighting the kids who dared to bully his nerdy little Jungkookie. They were gone and Jungkook forced himself to make sure they were completely gone, not even existing as one of the unfathomable walking dead.

The apocalypse was something weird to Jungkook, he wasn’t sure how it worked, even if some fancy scientist had explained it to him once, before he blew himself to smithereens, it still didn’t make sense, it wasn’t possible; how could it be possible? Bodies rot and, judging by the rate of decay in which the hoards he’d fought off were at, they rot faster when they’re reanimated, Jungkook couldn’t understand how they moved and saw and smelled their prey. There was no logic in the dead being able to hear and pinpoint the smallest of pindrops, how their rotting, sticky, foul smelling hands grabbed as harshly as they did or how they still had the need to eat. Jungkook had never understood it, all those comics and shows he could never really get into about the days of the dead had always made him want to roll his eyes; he preferred the slices of life, the plot lines that made sense and gripped your heart, the angsty stories and movies that have you sobbing into your blanket at three am. 

It was ironic now, those slices of life were no longer slices of life, they were the fantasy, a fiction, a daydream some teenager would mope about wanting to happen, they would mope about being born into the wrong era, they would pout and hum long forgotten songs as they washed away the clotted blood and rotting organs from their clothes. That calm wave of life had gone, that normalcy that had been taken away from them, was a utopia craved by those within this dystopia that was created by the global governments royally fucking everything. A combination of population control, greed, medicine and poor communication skills. They let their dysfunction eat away at good, innocent people, it destroyed the world like everyone said it would but never stopped because no one can benefit from an equal world. Apparently.

The smell of gunpowder returned to his nose and reeled back his thoughts, away from what was to what is and what is, is fighting the living. The throbbing in his thigh needed to be pushed away, swallowed down to be digested for adrenaline. This was not how Jeon Jungkook died. Not yet, it was too abrupt and nowhere near as dramatic enough. 

A group, three or so - Jungkook didn’t really get a good look at them - had not even given the lone survivor a chance before opening fire, they started this but that was okay because Jungkook would finish it. He’d survive this and win, even if it meant turning the beautiful forest into a cemetery. He wasn’t sure why they were shooting at him but he suspected stranger danger and desperateness for supplies, not that Jungkook had many of those - unless they were cannibals, he supposed; Jungkook had been there, tried that, it had been keeping him alive when stale food was unavailable. He’d already shot one of them, he heard the commotion of it, the loud thud of their body and someone’s gentle cry for them to stay awake.

Taking a deep breath, Jungkook pushed himself up on his uninjured leg and pulled up the small pistol he had stolen from one of the few untouched military bases at the edge of Busan, and he aimed right for where he saw an arm poking out from behind a tree and he pulled the trigger, hating the ache that the kickback sent jeering up his arms but cheering in a silent pride that he’d got another one of them, their cries of pain cutting over the gunfire echo that rained over them. He moved his gun again, aiming for the head that poked gently out from behind another tree to look at the one Jungkook had just shot, He pulled the trigger, taking a step forward as he did so, a mistake, he missed them by a couple of inches, hitting the tree instead, “bastard.”

Jungkook stumbled forward again, gun clenched tightly in his fist and he was on full alert, turning to shoot as he saw someone step out from behind a tree on his back left. They moved too fast for Jungkook to react to and he was tackled to the floor, the thud of it had been echoed by a desperate, pained, drowsy, “Yoongi!” 

The dead would be there soon, Jungkook needed to get this over with and move on, he shoved the person off harshly and did not think twice about pulling the trigger. His unstable balance and tug of his heart at the name threw his aim further off and he hit the stranger in the side and there was another pained, drowsy, barely hanging on, “Yoongi!” 

It made Jungkook’s fist clench tighter around the handle of the pistol in his hand, turning to the source of the shout. Gun aimed and hands shaking as he refused to let that voice, that familiar voice and the man trying to wrestle him to a stop with such a familiar name be the cause of his defeat. The voice was something soft and soaked in pain, something familiar, as their body could be heard crawling across the forest floor, held back and weak from where Jungkook had shot him. He knew that voice, knew that face, that cry, it reminded him of days running through the fields of the farm he grew up on, it reminded him of sick days in bed spent watching movies, it reminded him of light and happiness and the only family member to ever really enjoy Jungkook’s presence once he hit his teen years. It reminded him of everything he forced himself to forget.

He must have faltered for a second because he was soon met with a body, heavy and well built, overpowering him entirely tackling him to the floor. He relented with a grunt, his arm caught and twisted beneath the knee of whoever had pounced on him and his gun thrown off to the side.

“Don’t move or you’ll lose your head.” Jungkook huffed at the threat but remained still as the sting of a blade made its way across his throat. There was a ringing in his ears, probably from the come down of adrenaline, and the bullet wound in his thigh began throbbing in a way that brought Jungkook to breathlessness. He kept his eyes closed, doing his best not to writhe in pain but the person on top of him was heavy and sitting on the many wounds and their hand was pressed painfully into his chest as they kept themselves somewhat balanced; if they weren’t holding a blade to his neck, he’d have flipped them over easily. “I said don’t fucking move.” Their voice was deep and gravely, it sent chills down the back of Jungkook’s neck.

“It’s hard not to when you’re sitting on my gunshot wound and pushing your hand into my fucking sternum.” Jungkook groaned, opening one of his eyes to scowl at whoever was above him. He couldn’t see them clearly, however, because the sun was far too blinding to keep a focused eye.

“Jimin,” the man above Jungkook said tenderly, sadly, Jungkook couldn’t really see what was happening though and the blade at his neck seemed to dig in harder so he didn’t dare crane his head around. “How bad is it, Joon? Is he alive?” There was fear in the man’s voice, that deep gravel had long since cleared up, he sounded smooth and melodic, a love song Jungkook once played on repeat.

“Yoongi move, move so I can fucking kill him myself.” The leader scowled, his own pistol pointed at Jungkook’s face, his hand was shaking and there were tears clouding his eyes. The wounded shoulder he was spotting looked awfully painful and it brought Jungkook’s attention to his own wound once again and to the man atop of him.

Jungkook felt his heart plummet to his stomach, fear and excitement bubbling through him. “Park Jimin?” Jungkook frowned, his brother was alive and Jungkook had just shot him, apparently. There was something buzzing around his head and it made him light headed, there his brother lay, turned onto his back by the tall stranger and he was agonisingly still because Jungkook had shot him. The man Jungkook had once loved more than life itself was pinning Jungkook down in fear and hate, a boiling anger that could be felt in the reflection of light from the blade at Jungkook’s throat. It was an odd realisation, like a horde of the dead had fallen on him. 

It was a pin drop moment, when the man above him leaned closer, a frown pulled together on his face and realisation flooding his brain, “Jungkook?” The relief in the man’s eyes had washed out instantly, replaced with a layer of white-hot anger. Jungkook didn’t understand why Yoongi would be angry, he was the one that left, he took everything they had for survival and they had taken Jungkook’s plan of returning to the farm in Busan and left him to become one of the rotters as if they were never in love, as if Jungkook was the stranger. 

Min Yoongi was Jungkook’s first love and last string to the peace of the living world. Yoongi and Jungkook had been together for a majority of their lives, they dreamed of getting married one day but the laws were never passed and times changed and life - what was left of it - moved on. Still, they had worked to the bone to get a cosy little house and a garden, good jobs that they’d plunged themselves into student debts for, they worked hard for each other and their love and gave each other something that their outside world couldn’t. It was cheesy as cheesy could be but Jungkook loved that and would not have changed it for the world. They had been soulmates through and through and accepting that Yoongi had left him all those months ago - left him to die and turn - to do nothing but stumble around this grim abyss alone had been impossible. Now here they lay, Jungkook seeming to be the villainous dragon that Yoongi the noble, valiant knight would be protecting his people from if he chopped off its head with this big shiny sword. 

Jungkook fell placid, all tension that had built up inside of him disappeared, as a menacing, taunting laugh broke past Jungkook’s chapped lips, a sound so unstable and crafted by months and months of poisoning his own humanity and smashing his once perfect moral compass into a million fragments and the name of his lover rolled off of his tongue like a poisoned arrow, “Min Yoongi. We meet again.”

#bts #bts au #bts zombie au #yoonkook #minimoni #jungkook #yoongi #jimin #zombies #horror genre #are these enough tags? #the walking dead shaped my teen years #villain #jungkook centric #doctor Taehyung #doctor Seokjin #villain jungkook #please read aha #yoonkook hyyh

[nyelaexe]

HYYH pt 2 is the best bts album but WINGS was my favorite concept. The story just got really juicy around then and the music was great. But I think I had the most fun from WINGS to LY Tear. that was when I was most active

#and my mama bought me a love yourself tear hoodie i gotta find it #ly tear is my second favorite album its almost a no skip if we exclude so what #and the DENIM CONCEPT PHOTOS #but then hyyh part 2 has dead leaves and thats one of their best songs so it trumps the whole lyt album

[beautifulpersonpeach]

BPP, what is an unpopular or controversial or just random opinion you have about BTS? Could be anything about them. OK pls add a little something on Jimin too hehe. I love how you see him, even the bad.

***

Autumn Leaves by BTS is one of the best produced and arranged songs in music, particularly considering its verse structure, vocal arrangement and layering - this song alone is reason enough for BTS to be the dominant music group not just in Korea, but globally.

I'm curious.. when was the last time you listened to HYYH Pt 2? Do you remember if you liked it? Personally, I think the entire album is a delectable treat. BTS was only just revving up back when that album was released, they were only just getting started, and believe me when I tell you they had every soul on every continent gagged.

On Dead/Autumn Leaves, Namjoon's vocals are delicious. Chunky almost, like you could bite into what he's saying. Hobi's bridge is so classically him. Jungkook brings so much soul and life to that song?? JK had recently turned 18 when that album was released and on Dead Leaves you can tell that he was ready to be seen as a real singer, and an adult man. Jin's vocals are clear and bright. Yoongi created magic from Blackbear's Deadroses, starting off the song in a way only he can, Taehyung's bit before Hobi starts singing is one of the highlights of the whole song...

And then there's Jimin. The sauciest to ever do it. The strength in his voice? The hunger and ambition in it? The high-note adlibs he sings throughout the song is one thing that elevates Dead Leaves into its S-tier ranking.

And while I'm on the subject of Jimin, one unpopular opinion I have is that I think he needs less vocal training. Not more. That man has always been naturally gifted at knowing how exactly to perfectly express emotion, using his vocals. That's what everything about Jimin is designed to do: evoke a strong emotion in you. And my god do you hear him do that with his vocal delivery on Dead Leaves. He's only ever needed help finding the guideposts for ways to not overstress his vocal muscles, especially considering his weight and chronic pain management.

Jimin needs less vocal training. More reckless abandon (where reasonable). More voice cracks, squeaks, vocal fry, the works. All that good shit. He'd be with the likes of Joni Mitchell, Tyler Joseph, Miley Cyrus, Taka, Brandi Carlile, etc, and that's good company to be in. Less vocal training, more singing within his range, more throaty, low register singing, more piercing, metallic high-pitched singing, more of his rapping, more of him being free and unrestrained in vocally expressing himself. We hear that on Dead Leaves, we hear that on Set Me Free Pt 2. More than anything else, that's what I want more of in PJM2.

I can't wait for BTS to be back in 2026. They make such beautiful magic when they're together, telling their own stories, and pushing themselves.

#fun asks #bts #jimin #jungkook #namjoon #yoongi #hoseok #seokjin #taehyung #music asks #kpop #kpop music

[correct-bangtannies]

HYYH Yoongi: I've only said "I love you" to three people. My mom, my dead pet, and Jungkook after he got hit by a car.

HYYH Yoongi: I only regret one of those

HYYH Seokjin: Which one?

HYYH Yoongi: Jungkook. He recovered like four months later, now I look like an idiot

HYYH Jungkook: ... We're married

HYYH Yoongi: Still

#bts #bts incorrect quotes #incorrect bts quotes #incorrect hyyh quotes #incorrect quotes #bangtan sonyeondan #hyyh #bts universe #min yoongi #hyyh yoongi #suga #kim seokjin #hyyh seokjin #jin #jeon jungkook #hyyh jungkook #jungkook #source: b99 #yoonkook

[rainbowsuitcase]

OT7 - Vampires & Apocalypse

I have a headcanon that due to their undead-ness, vampires wouldn’t be affected by zombie bites. I see zombie-ness as a kind of sickness, something that spreads through blood, and vampires don't really have any blood of their own. Noted, an apocalypse would suck for them either way, because all the humans would be either, you know, dead or hiding.

Upon the initial outbreak, Rap Line vampire clan move their lair to the nearest hospital as soon as the humans abandon it. A few get left behind that they can feed on and there’s a blood supply that should comfortably last them a while.

While the vampires hole up, deciding that the safest thing they can do is to not come out until all of this is over, human Vocal Line are out there, fighting for their lives every day. When one of them inevitably gets hurt, they’re quick to abandon their hideout to find the nearest hospital, hoping there will still be some supplies left.

There, they find the first creatures capable of holding a conversation they’ve seen in months. And later, when everyone gets over their distrust, they even find a family.

(Looks wise very much a hyyh vibe. Actually, everything hyyh vibe. Man, I love hyyh vibes.)

Tip me!

#bit #bts #bts vampire au #bts apocalypse au #bts fic #bts poly #bts poly is the best #bts rap line #bts vocal line #i'm counting this as my annual “technically halloween themed” fic #zombie apocalypse #vampire x human

[minangelouniverse]

JEON JUNG KOOK

♡ General Information:

Birth Name: Jeon Jung Kook

Nickname(s): Jungkook, JK, Koo, Kookie, Daddy

Birth Date: September 01, 1997

Birth Place: Mandeok-dong, Buk-gu, Busan, South Korea

Gender: Male

Sign(s): ☀︎ Virgo ☽ Leo ↑ Libra

MTBI: INTP

♡ Physical Description:

Height: 177 cm

Body Art: 19 (Maybe more)

❥ ‘7’ behind his left ear Hand tattoos (all on his right hand): ❥ 'ARMY' tattoo on his knuckle ❥ 'J' tattoo on his ring finger ❥ Purple heart tattoo on the back of his hand ❥ Crown tattoo on his index finger ❥ ARMY logo on the back of his hand ❥ Woozy face emoticon on his middle finger ❥ '0613' tattoo under his thumb Sleeve tattoos (all on right forearm): ❥ The date he came to Seoul ❥ “Rather be dead than cool and Make hay while the sun shine" crisscrossed ❥ Clock tattoo ❥ Tiger Lilly with "Please love me" behind it ❥ Chinese Letters: HYYH ❥ Clouds ❥ Lightning bolts ❥ 'Bulletproof' ❥ Snake ❥ Microphone ❥ Skeleton hand

Piercing(s): 13

❥ 8 on the right ear (6 Lobe, 2 Helix) ❥ 3 on the left ear (3 Lobe) ❥ 1 on lips ❥ 1 on eyebrow

♡ Biography:

Family: Dad, mom, and older brother.

Partner: Cha Yu Ri

Occupation: Singer, song-writer, record producer

♡ Other:

Likes: Bread, Pork, Sashimi, Sea eel, Filming, Video-editing, Photography, Drawing, Video Games, Sports, Comic books, Dogs, Sunny weather, Warm windy breeze, Tattoo, Karaoke, Shoes, Bluetooth speakers

Dislikes: Losing, Vegetable, Tasteless things, Insects, Hurting himself, Studying

Hobbies: Taking photos, Shooting videos, Playing games, Drawing, Painting, Doing sports, Cooking, Doing laundry, Dancing, Singing, Reading comics, Exercising, Playing drum & guitar

♡ Misc:

❥ Jungkook's Trivia ❥ Jungkook's Profile ❥ BTS' Profile

#jeonjungkook #theboys #maincharacter #weareidol #minangelo #myuniverse #closertoyou

[krp1x1finder]

hi! 20+. she/her. looking for 1x1 writing partners who would like to write a yoongi + jungkook pairing plot (au). wanting to explore dark, angsty themes. plots preferred to include mature & nsfw themes. I have a couple of plot ideas & dynamics in mind which I’d be happy to elaborate on in ims first if anyone is interested in writing. looking to delve into dead dove themes, would consider exploring a plot with hyyh elements too. I have no triggers or hard nos, I simply won’t write scat. para-lit writing, I tend to keep my replies lengthy but length doesn’t need to be matched - just as long as quality and effort is matched, and it gives me something to work with. I love in depth plot discussions, talking about our plot & world building prior to starting the writing. i use discord for writing only, life gets busy so I take my replies fairly gradual but will never ghost. if anyone is interested, drop a like and I’ll reach out :)

thanks!

🌸 !

#krp ad #krp 1x1 #1x1 rp #dark #spicy #original #mxm #discord #bts

[banghwa]

not to beat a dead horse but its always "hyyh yoonkook this" "hyyh yoonkook that" ok what about jihope. ji-min and ho-seok are one and the same in a way no other pair of characters are - theyre good kids, good liars. they lie and lie and lie over and over again yet claim this superior hypermature state of self awareness over those around them. "the others are so childish, so ungrateful, so dumb not me im such a good friend/son/student/patient" ho-seok denied his abandonment for over ten years. ji-min spent two years in hospital lying that he couldnt remember what first triggered his episodes. ho-seok knows hes on meds he doesnt need. ji-min stops five paces before the door. ho-seok pretends he's sick to remember what its like to feel cared for. ji-min pretends he's well to forget what it was like to be so vulnerable. they're stuck in a web of their own memories spun by their mothers and they'd rather be eaten than get out bcs theyre good theyre so good look at them arent they good?

#i <3 u unreliable narrators #tho i think jimin is eons more reliable than hoseok #dl

[asterdust]

Twenty Questions for Fic Writers!

tagged by @extraordinarilyextreme thank youuu!!! missed these things

1. How many works do you have on AO3? - 23 ???!#?$!#!#!#!

2. What's your total AO3 word count? — 92,124 (a whole fucking high fantasy novel already... i know)

3. What fandoms do you write for? — it depends where my brain rot is... right now it's lianhualou and weak hero class 1

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

a family portrait (weak hero class 1, suhosieun)

because it takes two to whisper quietly (bad buddy series, kornwai)

and i've been meaning to tell you, i think your house is haunted (stranger things, ronance)

we were there, first love (bad buddy series, patpran)

we could be immortals, just not for long (stranger things, steddie)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? — i do!! i think it's lovely and i'm really happy getting reactions or feedback from other people in the fandom!!

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? — angsty... hmm... i don't advocate it in my system unless im consuming it or it ends in a happy ending lol on that bleak moonlit night is probably my saddest but that isn't angsty i guess???

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? — as you can see, i am very much fond of writing happy endings. when my ships don't end up in canon or one of the pairings ends up dead or half-dead....... i will write a thousand ways to keep them alive

8. Do you get hate on fics? — hopefully not. there was one time wherein this reader accused me of spoiling them the last episode of bad buddy (when it hadn't aired yet) because i wrote a fic out of the fucking preview lolololol my bad i guess

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? — only one time! it's for a 骷髅幻戏图 (phantom skeleton painting) fic called meet me in that memory. it's just one scene but it was really difficult to execute.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? — if you count that one story i wrote in high school wherein all my favorite dystopian and fantasy book series characters were trapped in a totalitarian institution... I didn't even know they're called fanfic back then ^_^

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? — hopefully not! but if someone ever did, i hope u get a really bad stomachache for a month

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? — no

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? — not yet

14. What's your all-time favorite ship? — there is just too many to mention

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? — two of my whc1 fics... and there's 1 lhl that's been dusting on my gdocs like... where is the motivation to live i'll just pretend to d word and change my name

16. What are your writing strengths? — people say it's dialogues? i do love a good script.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? — describing? emotions? i don't know. can writing also be a weakness of itself?

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? — hmm I've tried it for my original works (in my native language) but it's not working for me... maybe this isn't bad if executed well

19. First fandom you wrote for? — the grip hyyh yoonkook had on me

20. Favorite fic you've written? — my favorite fic is all's well that ends well to end up with you, a patpran fic. there's just tenderness and cleverness and patpran-ness in it that i cannot explain.

tagging: @tunnelofdusk @returning-spring @redemption-revenge @difeisheng

[blackswan446]

sigh the downfall of wattpad is so heartbreaking it's so dead there now. its depressing because wattpad largely shaped who i am today and it was a safe place for me to hide from the pains of my real life and to see it start crumbling away and dying makes me feel like i'm losing a part of myself and like i'm losing the safe place and all the memories i have. i know its not shutting down or anything (knock on wood) but just to see barely anyone updating and seeing the accounts of my favorite authors go dead (cough cough kkkkkkatrin) go dead is gut wrenching. this lowkey plays into the sadness i feel when i think about hyyh era (dont even talk to me about it.) because the loss of both of those eras (wattpad and hyyh) is just a reminder that we're all going to get older one day and it sucks ass bro and it hurts even more bc i wasn't around during wattpad's bts peak or hyyh era (which coincidentally are around the same time) so it adds major FOMO to the whole thing which really sucks. i keep trying to tell myself that one day the post-military and tumblr era will be nostalgic for us all and i'll have the comfort of knowing i was there for that but it's still so difficult...i dunno man i think about this every single night and it's so so so stomach twisting to think about because i don't want to get older and i don't want to move on and forget my youth and my happy memories here and ajfihfoihfoir it sounds stupid i think but its just what i feel anyways thanks for reading this absolute novel of a tumblr post love ya

#bts #bts hyyh #wattpad #i miss wattpad #getting older sucks #tears are coming from my eyes right now #waaaaaah

[denizenhardwick]

Hi. What the hell is this timeloop bts game you’re playing and where can I find it

the time loop bts game was called bts universe story but it got shut down :( so i'm watching the story bits on youtube. there's a playlist here, but if you're new to the bangtan universe lore, i don't recommend starting there because this whole thing is very expansive and very confusing and the game just dives into it. the i need u and run mvs are where the whole thing started and provide a basic groundwork for the world and characters, so that's my recommendation. other videos connected to the bu are young forever, all of the wings short films x, blood sweat & tears (and the japanese version), all the highlight reels, euphoria, fake love (extended version) (and the teaser), epiphany, and the bts universe story teaser.

there is also the save me webtoon which covers the first couple loops in chronological order and could be a good starting point, but you apparently have to wait for a new chapter each day, which is annoying. and there are a couple books called The Notes, but i don't have a link for them yet, though i doubt they'll be hard to find this is bts we're talking about lol

basically, the bangtan universe (bu), often also called hyyh, is a story that bts has been building for years, including many of their mvs, promotional materials, a webtoon, books, and an app that was shut down earlier this year. there is also a tv show called youth that will be coming out... at some point, i haven't found an actual release date for it, based on the bu.

the bu revolves around seven boys (who currently share names and appearances with the members of bts) who met in high school when they were all late on the first day of class and given detention together. they were tasked with cleaning an old storage classroom, which later became their hideout as they became friends. a couple years after graduating high school, and after the group fell apart due to yoongi's expulsion from school, seokjin returns to korea from the states. he sees namjoon working at a gas station but decides not to say hi until a month or so later, when he learns that namjoon is in jail. from there, he discovers that yoongi and jungkook are dead, hoseok collapsed and was taken to the hospital, and no one knows where jimin and taehyung are.

seokjin wonders, if he had just talked to namjoon that first day, would he have prevented this? would he have been able to save his friends from their horrible fates? and something else asks, "if you could turn back time... do you believe you can straighten out the errors and mistakes... and save everyone?"

and thus begins the time loop.

the storyline touches on a lot of heavy subjects and i especially want to give a trigger warning for suicide. suicide is regularly discussed and depicted, jungkook and yoongi both kill themselves and since this is a time loop it happens over and over.

but yeah! there's a lot here, but if you're interested and willing to go on a bit of a scavenger hunt, it is a really interesting story and super cool multimedia experience, with a lot to sink your teeth into!

#asks #anon #bu tag #thanks for giving me the chance to infodump anon 👍 #i hope all those links work if i messed up lmk

[cakejerry]

I need to hear more on why you dropped BTS before

Ok. Tl;dr desperation for american validation beginning in 2017

Pretty normal scope of events actually.

1. Fucking hated spring day when it dropped, snoozer ballad, liked not today better. It doing so well on the charts only made me angrier. I had preordered both versions of the album and it turned out to only be a shitty repackage beating a dead horse (hyyh symbolism) into the ground. Stopped paying attention to their live shows as much but still kept up with the fandom.

2. Then boom they're being invited to billboard for a fake ass popularity stunt and everyone's acting like it's such a big deal. Bitch what the fuck is billboard? I genuinely dgaf. American validation desperation starts. I keep up with their releases even less. They're being cringe as fuck selling out to america and bringing in idiots to the fandom. I start hating the way namjoon is acting, as I look back on those days now he's trying WAY too hard with the aegyo and it's fucking annoying.

3. Bts outcast. I just... So cringe. So, so cringe. And everyone was acting so... Idk. People tweeting about jimin dying and laughing and making it blow up until there were actual billboard articles being written about it. Google it if you dont know what im talking about. Some of my tweets from the period:

4. Love yourself concept teasers drop. There's a bunch of random girls for no reason, giving all of them het plotlines in a story about friendship. Cringe. Someone tweets "dont sexualise their relationship with the girls don't disrespect them like that!" and someone replies "yoongis girl is going to eat his ass i can see it in her eyes" (very important to the narrative). I start feeling disconnected from jimin and start finding jungkook very attractive.

5. Dna teaser drops and im like ohhh this about to be good they're bringing retro back!! Turns out... They're going to be having the debut stage in america. I stay up with a friend all night watching it. Its exciting, but.... I don't care about america. I don't, i dont i dont. I truly dont. Oh yeah THE CHAINSMOKERS are on the album. I fucking hate collabs. I hate americans. But, whatever. The album is good. Like, really good. Serendipity is a jimin solo song, and I still love him despite my best interests. Best of me is good, pied paper is good, bojok is good, dna is GOOD... mic drop is fine, basic people are going to blow it up like they did with baepsae, but its okay. Im STANNING! But then the problems start arising.

6. Mic drop steve aoki. Need i say more. The lyrics... The sound... We get it, you're hardcore. You're embarrassed to promote colourful pop like dna. You're tough boys who misuse aave. Its so cringe. No one says anything about it. Great. The collab... WHO IS STEVE AOKI??? IDGAF!!!

6.5 deliberately leaving this one out just to check if anyone is still reading... The worst betrayal of my life *shiv gif*

7. And then... the american promotions. I stop paying attention completely. I start resenting everything. The way they look, the way they talk. Fans start making fun of a pic of jimin where it looks like he didnt cut his toenails. Rumors start circling that he got his chipped tooth fixed. I... Idk. It's the little things. I can't describe how awful the fandom space was, you just had to be there. The american influx was awful. Burn the stage drops. Another cash grab. People make fun of jungkook being sick. The love yourself concept feels hollow. I go back to wings and realize we have lost the plot.. hoseok is singing about his real life mother and people are creating theories about how it all relates back to the hyyh storyline. Jungkook is singing about how much he loves his hyungs and he didn't even write the words; rap monster did. I hate rap monster. Rap monster changes his name to RM- its less cringe to the americans that way. They change their logo- its minimalist now, to appeal to the americans. They're not the bulletproof boyscouts anymore. They're beyond the scene. Its hybe, not bighit. They're embarrased. They're changing themselves. They write all of their songs. (They really dont.) No but they do! We have to chart. (Inflate those numbers guys!) They're the only kpop group worthy of success. They paved the way! They write their own songs. We can tell! (Stream stream stream). Im completely removed. I only hear about them through 3rd hand sources. Bt21... Merch... Money.. sell... Buy... Book, movie, another repackage album, another movie, a game, another game, buy, sell, money.... I see the video of jimins voice breaking in fake love-- I laugh. Oh they made him show his abs for that comeback... Great. We only love him for his body, anyways. Oh, they're collabing with some random white bitch.... Okay.... Its called boy with luv?... But boy in luv will forever be MY baby. They're BIG now. People talk about them. They don't know them like I do. I don't know them like you do. Idol drops and I catch glimpses of it. Its.. too much. Its awful. Everyone calls it the worst song ever. Hearing snippets on the radio at the gym, im bound to agree. I hear nicki minaj's voice. Shout out to korea. Why is she here? What is going on. Why.. why are they doing this. This isnt bts. I hear dynamite on the radio in the grocery store- i only know its bts because of Jimin's disgusting awful dying cat voice. I post about it. Its funny. I love to hate. The song is shit. The song is being payolad onto the radio in my small ass country because bts fans are genuinely crazy. Steam. Inflate. Buy. Break records. Pave the way. NO multis, ONLY solo. Someone says borahae. I don't know what it means. A japanese group i like covers butter. I cant listen to more than 3 seconds of it- it sounds like shit. Its in english. Why is it all in english? The rhymes sound like a third grader wrote them. Is this what my.. my bts are releasing these days? Are they not embarrassed? They're decked out in gucci and lv.. it looks like shit. They look like shit. Theyre embarrassing themselves. Theyre everything they swore theyd never become. Theyre the people they made fun of. They neglect the korean audience. They stop promoting on music shows- its all special release this, single package that. But lets mass buy it. Lets show our love. Money. Money is love. Money will buy them leopard print and tacky sandals. Are they still the same bts i knew? No... No, they're not.

I remember a jhope fansite dying back in the day. I remember that I had never heard about her before, but I remember feeling devastated. I remember feeling connected to her. As I write this, I am praying that she is well. We all came together and shared our condolences. It wasn't an event- we didn't trend anything. But there was a feeling of remorse that day in the fandom. Of community. I remember huddling around the phone with my friend- I had just gotten a twitter notification from bts. They just finished a concert in their red bullet tour. They post a group photo. It gets 10k likes.

Now every time I listen to a bts song in public this flashes in my mind.

I hate bts.

[findroleplay]

hi! 🫧 20+. she/her. looking for 1x1 writing partners who would like to write a bts roleplay, specifically a yoongi + jungkook pairing plot (au). would prefer to write them as ocs. wanting to explore dark, angsty themes. plots preferred to include mature & nsfw themes. I have a couple of plot ideas which I’d be happy to elaborate on in ims first if anyone is interested in writing. looking to delve into dead 🕊️ themes, would consider exploring a plot with hyyh elements too. I have no triggers or hard nos, I simply won’t write scat. para-lit writing, I tend to keep my replies lengthy but length doesn’t need to be matched - just as long as quality and effort is matched, and it gives me something to work with. I love in depth plot discussions, talking about our plot & world building prior to starting the writing. i use discord for writing only, life gets busy so I take my replies fairly gradual but will never ghost. if anyone is interested, drop a like and I’ll reach out :)

thanks!

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#roleplay #rp #bts rp #rpf rp #oc rp

[sinful-seoul]

3:24 AM

3:24 AM by sinful_seoul

Jimin no longer recognized the boy he loved in the man that stumbled home at night. Drunk, reeking of sex and cheap perfume. Kicking his shoes off in the darkness, soulless eyes locating Jimin’s small figure on the couch. Knocking into walls as he stumbled to the bathroom. The vile sound of vomiting. Every night was the same. It wasn’t any different today; after all, why would it be?

Words: 3,270 , Chapters: 2/2, Language: English

Fandoms:  방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS  

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters:  Bangtan Boys | BTS Ensemble

Relationships: Kim Taehyung | V/Park Jimin

Additional Tags: Angst angst no comfort very sad but kinda calm sad not heartbreaking sad I did Tae dirty sry not sry no happy ending Sad Ending Ambiguous/Open Ending if youre optimistic might do a part 2 the rest of bangtan is dead kinda hyyh but not mentions of hyyh its not as bad as it sounds its kinda melancholy Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence Part 2 more happy than not the good side to the sad Hopeful Ending Tae dyes Jimin's hair Nightmares Crying just a pinch

ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/series/2532067 

#vmin #vmin fanfic #jimin #taehyung #ao3 #bts hyyh

[correct-bangtannies]

HYYH Seokjin: I'm cold...

HYYH Yoongi: Just like my heart

HYYH Seokjin: Now's not the time to debate which one of us is more dead inside

#bts #bts incorrect quotes #incorrect bts quotes #incorrect quotes #bangtan sonyeondan #beyond the scene #min yoongi #hyyh yoongi #yoongi #kim seokjin #hyyh seokjin #seokjin #yoonjin #hyyh #bts universe

[justbelievinginmagic]

I Need U - Chapter 1: Chase ‘em

a super-slow burn hyyh / bangtan universe au ft oc x taehyung, oc x seokjin, yoongi x jungkook, ot7 & oc being pals.

series summary:  Song Nari still couldn’t wrap her mind around it. How was she here? Stuck in a world that felt more like a nightmare than reality. How did she end up here - wishing at a lookout point above the rolling sea in the dead of night besides a high school friend that she hadn’t seen or talked to in over a year? How did she end up here after all she did was chase down the seven delinquents who graffitied her car to give them a piece of her mind?

chapter summary: A traffic jam was the last thing she wanted right now - or so she thought.

warnings: implied/referenced drug and alcohol use, explicit language, Bangtan Boys are delinquents, oc is kinda angry-dumb, run mv havoc.

wordcount: 4.4K

A/N: hi this chapter has been rewritten & reposted as of June 2022. Its been a year since starting to write I Need U and I want so badly to finish it. So I started to reread it (since i did take a hiatus away from it and lost the voice of the characters). I discovered rewriting bits just to tighten up their relationships/experience/etc was really fun so here we are lol. If you have been reading I Need U for a while, major plot points will not be changing as of now - but these chapters are rewritten for more clarity. you wont be missing out on anything if you dont reread them but their relationships/personalities are a bit more fleshed out.

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A traffic jam doesn’t often change your life.

Traffic jams are the worst usually. That’s what Song Nari thought as she groaned out at the sight of rows and rows of red brake lights. The tunnel she was stuck in gleamed in a hue of rubies and amber light; the night sky at the end of tunnel seemed so far away. Her fingernails tapped against the side of the steering wheel with a rising tempo; each jab of her nails into the wheel dug deeper and deeper until there were a series of crescent moons in the dark worn leather.

The day had been horrible – and this traffic jam was just the cherry on top of a terrible sundae. First, it had been a surprise exam. Nari had been so focused on her mathematics exam that she hadn’t remembered her history class had an in-class essay. It was frustrating; she can still feel the flush of her cheeks and churn of her stomach at the announcement. Nari had wanted to hide or cry or throw something at a wall. She could already hear her family once she received the grade (“This grade, Nari-ah?” Disappointment that sliced her skin. “Your sister did so much better in school. You need to work harder. How else will you get into a good university?”)

A surprise exam couldn’t just be it, no, then there was work. Her part-time job at the local ramen shop was typically boring - except for today, of course. Customers seemed to just know when someone is feeling bad. One middle-aged woman criticized her for being not “cheerful enough” while taking her order. Then, they hadn’t tipped. Nari could feel the anger boiling at her bones – like she was the very ramen broth being reduced in a pot in the kitchen.

After cleaning and locking up the shop alone, you’d think life would be looking up with the closing of the day. But then, there was this. This stupid traffic jam.

A fucking traffic jam on a Thursday night.

She twisted her neck this way and that, cracking it as the radio played in crinkled, poorly transmitted sequences. This tunnel was notorious for blocking radio signals – and despite being a modern teenager, Nari’s phone had a low battery she couldn’t risk worsening using it for music. Her AUX cord dangled tantalizingly nonetheless. Cars were restless, edging closer and closer to bumpers that were barely moving.

And then, the cars began to honk.

Nari huffed out a sigh. Honking didn’t do anything; didn’t these people know that? She was only sixteen – a fresh new driver – and she knew that. The honks were a cacophony of noise, mixing unpleasantly with her shitty radio transmission. Both rising and rising in her ears until her hand shot out to turn off the radio with a thud. Her finger hurt from the force. Her head ached even more. Her other hand rose to rub at her forehead; a day’s worth of sweat and smudges of half-worn off foundation came off as she lowered her hand. Can’t this day end? The noise only grew, honks blending together into a rumble of a monster’s roar. Was there an accident or something?

Breathing roughly from her nose, Nari tried to peer around the cars in front of her, her head clanking against the glass of her driver-side door’s window. The spring-time chill clinging to the glass helped the beginning of her headache. Her eyes were hurting from the light – her contacts felt dry. All she wanted was to be home in her bed. But instead, she was here, stuck in what felt like an isolation in the universe, a time-loop of a traffic jam.

Glancing out, she couldn’t see anything around the car in front of her – too jam packed like sardines in a can. Her eyes fell shut for a moment in frustration. She could feel it building up like a pressure cooker. Her patience was running thin.

There was something else among the honking competition outside suddenly. Her eyes flashed open at the sound. It was yells, shouts, screeches. Panic struck through her – what was that? Pressing her face closer to the window, she finally caught a glance.

Teenage boys. Six of them to be exact, running throughout the cars. Weaving back and forth with crowing laughter. They were tossing things into the air. Her brows furrowed as she tried to spot what it was, eyes bugging when she realized it was food. Chips and fries. Drinks were thrown onto windshields.

One of the boys – with orange dyed hair – jumped atop a car, tossing the remains of his chips roughly at the car windshield before standing tall and proud. A friend of his with pink hair handed a take-away cup to him, his face falling into what Nari could only make out as a dazed nonchalance before he sloppily poured the remains of the drink of the windshield. He lazily dropped the cup near immediately afterwards.

Nari was shell shocked. Her mouth parted in a perfect ‘O’, and her eyes blinking once, twice. What the fuck was going on? Why – and how – were they doing this? They were going to get arrested.

Another boy – one that seemed taller and with a too eager look in his eyes – crouched down to spit his drink into one of the cars’ open windows in a large plume of sugary spray.

Quickly, her gaze moved to her car locks. Her hand shifted to flick at the toggle, making sure they were locked tight. As soon as her gaze rose back to the anarchy in front of her, she let out a scream, flinching back in her seat.

One of the boys, a teenager with shaggy hair that was also dyed a bit – was it electric green at the tips? – was pushing himself onto her car’s hood. Her old car creaked and rumbled, but he didn’t care as he leaned forward, over the windshield. His fisted hands came rushing down onto her windshield’s glass with a thud. He let out a loud “boo!”.

He wanted to spook her, and when he saw her surprised, wide-eyed face and her little jump, he was granted what he wanted. Her lips were a pout, and her dark brown eyes glistened wide with shock. He let out a laugh, hazed eyes falling shut for a moment as Nari looked on bewildered. He was high enough that everything seemed harmless yet like he was in control even as he felt the car’s metal moan beneath his weight. His smile was wide and boxy, looking chaotic and wild on his face.

While she was scared, frightened by the chaotic scene, Nari was still utterly angry. This – this – was keeping her from going home. A bunch of dickhead teenagers who wanted to cause chaos for fun while they’re high on whatever drugs they found in a back alley. There was a spark of bravery – or stupidity – in her veins at the thought. Her face quickly fell being that of a doe-eyed victim into something scrawled into a scowl. Her eyes bore into his face. His laughter was still overtaking him, shaking his form. His half-mooned, pupil-blown eyes bore tears of amusement.

When he finally got another glance at her (he was itching to see that sweet innocent look of surprise again), he didn’t expect to see the mean glare. His tongue licked at his lower lip, tasting strawberry soju that still stained his lips. He was about to throw her a smirk when she startled him. His eyes widened as he watched – and felt – her slam down heavily on her steering wheel’s horn with the palm of her hand. The noise was loud and piercing, but there was already a blur of sounds among them. Honks, cheers, curses, hoots, and hollers. The boy with green highlights in his dark hair could feel the thrum of the horn beneath his hands and knees though.

And he laughed again. It felt like a challenge in his dazed-out brain. Everything about the situation was fun and free and playful to him; after all, he felt like he was on top of the world for once in his life. How this stranger looked - her glowering glare, the cock of her brow as she continued to press down on the horn of her steering wheel – it felt like a challenge to that autonomy.

He'd show her.

Tilting his head in challenge, he simply smiled, close lipped, before he reached into the inner pocket of his white leather jacket and pulled out something. At first, she feared the worse. Eyes widening a smidge more into the near doe-eyed looked (that if he was being honest, he liked). Nari’s heart raced in her chest. What if it was a gun or something? Gun violence was rising in Korea again – enough that she carried pepper spray on her key chain and her sister had lectured her on safety. Surely, a couple of teenagers wouldn’t have a gun.

And she was right. It was certainly not a weapon, but the sight of it made her trickling fear roar into an anger once more. An anger that made her hands tremble, her nose scrunch. The type of anger that tempted her to jump out of her car right then and there.

He wouldn’t dare.

Quickly, with laughter tumbling from his lips again, the boy began to spray something on her car. Spray paint. Bright red spray painting spattered and dripped. A large X was drawn over her windshield, blocking part of her view.

The can must’ve been near-empty with how it sputtered and splattered about messily. He didn’t mind though, dropping it lazily off her car with a clank. Instead of standing like his friend had, he leaned closer, looking down at her through a mostly-unpainted part of her windshield. The smell of aerosol paint burned his nose pleasantly as he ran his tongue over the back of his teeth. Cocking his head, he raised his brows at her and smiled. Their eye contacted lasted a moment too long, her nose flaring with her anger.

What the actual fuck? What does she do? Did this really just happen? What could she do? Honking can’t fix any of this bullshit – he just ruined her car with paint. Nari’s mind was in a spin, fueled by her anger and bewilderment. They never taught you how to handle a teenager spray painting your windshield – while you were behind the wheel – at driving school.

His boxy smile was prideful as he watched her anger blur into wide eyed shock. He had won. Won what? He – and she – didn’t know; he just knew he felt good. It felt good to cause trouble.

The shaggy, green-tipped hair man slid off her car with little grace considering how high or drunk he must’ve been. He offered her a wink of his eye before he began to turn away to join his other delinquent friends. She then noticed the truck that was blocking the way – T-boning the traffic to a stop.

Nari never handled her anger well – never could let an argument end without her having the last word. Without much thought (except that they were retreating), the teenage girl rolled down her window. The smell of aerosol paint lingered in the air, a sharp reminder (besides the huge fucking ‘X’ on her car) of what just happened. Leaning her head out, watching as her vandal slung his arm around the shoulders of a staggering boy, one wearing a black leather jacket and had minty blue hair, she decided with how bad her day was that it couldn’t get worse.

“Fuck you,” Nari shouted at them.

The spray paint boy heard a feminine voice pierce through the horns and shouts of his friends and looked back over his shoulder. Leaning out of the car he had climbed upon and spray painted was the driver girl with the angriest scowl on her face and a middle finger brandished towards him. He laughed, letting his older friend tug him along towards the large black truck that was blocking the way.

Taehyung felt alive.

“The cops are on their way!” Another driver with their window down cried out, spurring the boys to begin to run.

Nari watched as the black truck, a new black truck with mud already on its big wheels, revved up and reeled around to being to drive off. Tires squealed as the boys ran alongside it. Some hopped up onto the open bed of the truck as it drove past. Others who were stumbling drunk ran alongside it. Nari noticed how the license plate was covered up. Someone in that group of delinquents had a brain cell it seemed. (Just one though.)

Nari was a smart girl – she studied often; she worked at her part-time job dutifully. But she was frustrated. Angry and stressed and frightened. She wanted to yell into the open air. She wanted them not to get away with it. Because she knew those fools would get away with this. It was late; they had hidden their license plate; they were driving away.

She knew it was stupid what she wanted to do – but this was the straw that broke the camel’s back for her. Nari was going to follow them. She was going to give them a piece of her mind, something!

When traffic began to move (after all, the car that had been the problem was gone), she was zooming in the direction the truck went. All Nari could focus on was finding that stupid fucking truck. Tonight.

Admittedly, she didn’t know how she found the car sitting in the dark near the train tracks. Maybe it was fate or stupid luck. But she couldn’t stop the cheer of triumph leaving her lips. Because it had taken an hour. An hour of driving about, keeping her eyes peeled for a black car in the dark of night. The entire drive only fueled her anger. Every time she saw that stupid ‘X’ covering her driving vision, all she could feel was a rush of rage. Seven idiots. They couldn’t have gone far – they hadn’t. The moment she spotted the muddy side road with the hint of tire tracks, she had to check.

Nari was sure her mother was worried sick. Her shift had ended hours ago; it was past curfew on a school night. She had heard her phone buzzing on and off all night in her backpack in her trunk until it went quiet – probably running out of battery life. At this rate, she knew she was going to be grounded, but if she was going to already by punished, she was going to succeed in her self-given mission: giving these assholes a piece of her mind.

The dark road gave way to a large clearing – with shipping containers scattered about. A warm glow shined against the matte varnish of the containers. There was a half-made camp in front of the dark black truck (that still had its license plate covered). And there were seven boys lounging about the campfire, lulling into sleepiness from fading drunkenness and/or highs.

Taehyung, sporting his ivory-white leather jacket still, had been munching on a bag of chips he’d stolen from Jungkook’s backpack. Namjoon, now wearing his baseball cap low over his pink hair, fiddled with the logs in the fire, nudging them this way and that way with a long stick. Jungkook, bundled up in a soft (and not-at-all-threatening) sweater, was resting his head on Hoseok’s lap, feet propped up on Yoongi’s lap. Yoongi – with his mint hair messy – was fiddling with his lighter, the flame bittersweetly licking his thumb’s skin with every ignition. Hoseok’s once eager face was now exhausted as he stared into the fire sleepily while Jimin with orange hair tossed rocks into the fire, lightly laughing whenever he managed to knock into Namjoon’s stick. Seokjin – the get-away driver – was going through the photos he had taken earlier that day with his new polaroid camera. Some were good; others were shit; it was difficult to take photos when they were all collectively drunk or high or even just buzzed off the energy of each other. He sighed occasionally as he dropped one into the crackling fire – watching as the flame licked away at the image of Yoongi and Hoseok’s blurred figures.

There was a comfortable cozy air around them even with the chill of the spring midnight creeping in. They almost didn’t hear the other car pull up they were so comfortable, but the bright headlights did catch Taehyung’s attention.

“Woah, woah, woah, shit,” the boy mumbled out in shock as he spotted the new figure approaching their hideaway. Even in the back light of the headlights, he recognized her. And the car in the distance – with the large ‘X’ on its windshield – yeah, he recognized that.

“Fuck!” Taehyung cursed out as he scrambled and stumbled over the broken concrete slab they were sitting on.

“Tae, what’s wrong?” Jungkook queried, brows pinching together until he followed the older boy’s gaze.

Anyone could tell she was angry. It was clear in the way her fists were curled up and the way she was stalking up to them. Fuck, without even knowing who she was, they all were quick to be careful. Especially with Taehyung’s coward-ish behavior. The group of boys moved to try to get up – Jungkook’s feet kicked against Yoongi’s hand as he moved; Jimin reached out to shake at the still hazy Hoseok. They had to run, run, run.

“Oh no way, not this time!” Nari growled out.

She was quick, running up to the group before anyone could go anywhere. Even more, she grasped Taehyung by the wrist – no way could she forget his face nor his way too shaggy hair with the green tips.

“Hey, what the hell is wrong with you, huh?” Nari bit out, struggling to keep a grasp on the squirming man.

Another man – with a baseball cap on – tugged him out of her grasp. This guy was tall, lanky even, with pink and bleached hair spilling out from the sides of his hat. Her glare shifted to him. Namjoon didn’t flinch from it, but he did let out a breath. Her eyes were burning with rage. What the hell did Taehyung do? This couldn’t be a scorned girlfriend or one night stand – Taehyung didn’t do that.

“It was just for fun; I’m so sorry,” Taehyung apologized immediately; fear flickering over his face.

“Fun?” she repeated incredulously, taking another step towards him. “You fucking spray painted my car.” Taehyung quickly scampered to hide behind Namjoon, gripping onto his forearm. Her teeth bared in her frustration as he repeated a quiet “I’m sorry” again.

It was almost funny to Namjoon. Taehyung was a delinquent. A “jail bird” even. He ran from cops, flipping them off every other day. Yet here was a teenage girl yelling at him, and he didn’t have the balls to argue back. He was raising his hands in surrender.

Where was his ego now, she wanted to ask? Where was the challenge in his eyes? This guy was so different from the bastard who spray painted her car. Nari continued to glower up at Namjoon and Taehyung.

Never, ever, did Taehyung expect her to find him. Especially with the high and alcohol out of his veins. The liquid courage of drugs and too much strawberry soju was gone and now all that was left was a tired sixteen-year old boy who didn’t want to fight. Taehyung hated fighting with a passion. He’d rather run.

“It’ll wash off,” Namjoon countered, trying to soothe Nari.

His lanky form gave off an aura – as if he was bulkier and stronger than he was; maybe, more mature. Taehyung was partially covered by him, peering over at the crazy girl who followed them. Namjoon’s brows raised up pleadingly; his hands rose up as if calming a frightened animal.

How the hell were these the same boys who made a traffic stop to cause chaos? In fact, they were all looking at her like she was the wild one. Was she in an alternate universe or something?

“You didn’t answer my question,” Nari snapped, looking over at Taehyung again. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“What do you want us to say, huh?” the mint-haired guy called from his spot. He looked oddly at peace with the situation, minus the loud yelling. He was sitting, lounging back on his forearms. “We were stupid?” he offered, as if there was nothing else to say.

“And high,” a smaller voice piped up – the orange haired boy, Jimin. He – at least – looked concerned about the situation.

“You were assholes,” she corrected. “It wasn’t just me you screwed over. You’re lucky no one else had the fucking time or balls to follow you. You’re lucky the police couldn’t be damned with tracking you done because you covered your license plate. Next time, take your “fun” and shove it up your asses. Some of us can’t afford to fix the things you fucking damage.” She pointed harshly at Taehyung. “Next time you feel like playing God, go play on the train tracks or some shit.”

They were promptly shut up by her. Namjoon and Taehyung had been in jail before – for fights and vandalism charges. Jungkook often was in fights – even if the others didn’t know. They weren’t exactly a weak group. They weren’t even particularly good kids; they caused more chaos than good-will. It was fun for them.

But never did they have someone follow after them and tell them off. Never did someone ever stand up against them so valiantly. Their mouths were open in shock. There was a bit of credit that had to be given to the mystery girl – even if she was acting crazy.

Nari let out a breath. It felt great to yell; she had wanted to yell at the top of her lungs the entire day if she was being completely honest. Her chest heaved a bit as she glared at the group of shell-shocked boys.

With adrenaline and elation still pumping through her veins, she took a step forward. Taehyung gripped Namjoon’s arm a bit. Frightened… as if she was going to harm him. Namjoon’s gaze hardened despite the internal panic racing through him. Shit, was he going to have to fight a girl? He never wanted nor had fought a girl before! He didn’t want to.

Yet all Nari did was reach down for a blanket resting on the ground, dirt tumbling from the fabric as she shook it out. The group’s glare became curious. Silence overtook them; the only noise in the air was the crackling of the fire and the hum of her engine idling.

“What are you doing?” One of the boys piped up, his voice indignant but fairly weak. She didn’t even glance at him.

Stepping up onto her car tire, she wiped at the red paint, smearing it about. Trying to haphazardly fix it. The paint had mostly dried by now, but it still smeared and smudged onto the green blanket.  She worked at the paint more around the vision of the driver, but it was still futile. Her windshield looked like a murder scene, but she hoped it’d get her home safer than the ‘X’ would’ve. A few moments passed between them as she finished her work.

Hopping down from the tire, Nari tilted her head, a mimicry of how Taehyung looked at her earlier tonight as he spray-painted her car. She stalked back over to them, looking far less angry after her “revenge” and yelling fit. Lazily, she dropped the paint-covered blanket in front of them.

“There,” Nari muttered out.

There was one of the men who looked offended. His brows crinkled up in the middle of his forehead, his nose crinkling with them. She looked each one of them in the eye. While most were simply staring – still with a partially surprised look, some didn’t. The man in the soft blue sweater looked terrified with the biggest doe eyes she’s ever seen. The orange haired boy looked equally intimidated with his soft- looking eyes and plump lips pouting a bit. Another was glancing away, biting his lip. The one with mint hair stared at her with unaffected eyes. Pink hair and Spray Paint boy were still close together, staring at her in surprise.

She huffed, her hands unraveling from her fists.

“If I ever see you do this shit again, I will call the police or kick your asses or something,” she muttered out, pointing fiercely. Her threat admittedly was half-hearted. Nari wasn’t a fighter – an arguer, an angry person perhaps. But she wouldn’t harm anyone. Her hands were red with spray paint smudges; the red paint smeared onto her hoodie haphazardly.

There was an odd rush of power – probably similar to how Taehyung felt earlier in the night – doing this. Standing up for herself. But as soon as she turned away, as soon as the adrenaline began to wear off with each calming breath and step she took, things changed in her head.

Her heart raced. She just told seven guys she’d beat them up. What if they call the police on her? Her skin was burning hot in the cold night hair as she trekked back to her car. Her keys were still in the ignition, the engine rumbling low. All she did was hop in, a shaky breath leaving her as she looked on through her red tinted windshield. With headlights in their eyes, she saw the seven boys glancing between each other. Their mouths moved faintly, but with her door shut with a firm slam she couldn’t make out the words.

All she knew was that she had done what she had done. And it was time to get the hell out of here. Oddly enough, she was similar to them – running away after bold actions. Maybe that’s why there was an odd reverence in the boys’ eyes as she shifted her car into reverse and pulled out onto the dirt road to get onto the main highway.

“What the fuck was that?” Nari breathed out, elation and anxiety clashing together in a whirlwind.

Little did she know, Taehyung – staring after her car – murmured the same exact thing with a far different tone.

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