#aera creates!

[ae--r-a]

Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo

I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad

I got sunshine in a bag

I'm useless, but not for long

The future is coming on

#ts4 #created an extra and kinda love him #aiden #yes because i'm obsessed #also diner waitress aera #she would die #tbh #very spoiled #not waitress material #but i had to include her #aera

[purgatory-is-life]

Happy Lesbian Visibility Week everyone, have some lesbians

#i totally didn't draw these in class #purgatory creates #maskverse #Zephyr Morris #Terri Aera #Cynthia Aera #Carmilla Mavenry #Janet Mavenry #Kinoko Gladiolus #Yoko Blaise #Dr. Andy Stella #Sakria Gladiolus #Kylie Stein #Callistia Vera #Elise #purgatory's ocs #my ocs #some homemade blorbos for all your sapphic needs #sapphic #lesbian #lesbians #lesbian visibility week #traditional art #i think i got everyone

[justimajin]

The Language of Flowers

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst

↳ 9.5k / Hanahaki AU

⇨ Hanahaki (pre-existing concept): a fictional disease in which an individual will cough up flowers after experiencing unrequited love.

Warnings: heavy angst, discussions of illness/surgery, implied smut (on the explicit end)

Love is funny. 

It blossoms unexpectedly, spontaneously conjuring up within seconds. A spur of the moment, which draws in budding affection. Love at first sight, that flourishes into sparks of tender electricity. Or simply an unexpected encounter, getting spun into something more meaningful. 

It develops, it grows. It becomes so much more as the handles of time spiral, adoration and devotion thrown into the mix and creating everlasting bliss. 

Until of course, it becomes long term, its longevity and commitment spanning an entire lifetime.

You glance around, pupils revolving around the blooming garden. There are long tables lined into rows, draped with lilac silk material and decorated with bright yellow flowers. Amongst them, an array of individuals are seated, chattering with one another. 

You find her closer to the fencing, where fairy lights are looped and a giant white board stands, the word ‘Engaged’ written in bold cursive purple. 

“Aera.” She turns around, dressed in a short white lace dress with a small tiara resting on her black hair, making her appear like a princess. Her eyes are wide, having been in mid-conversation before she heard your voice call out to her.

Her lips tug into a huge smile upon seeing your tender look, moving forward to envelop you into a hug. “Y/N!” 

You hug her back, “Thank you so much for coming. It wouldn’t have been possible without you.” 

“Don’t say that.” You sheepishly chuckle, but she presses on. 

“Oh, come on, you’re the one that introduced me to him.” 

You dismiss her, “I just introduced you two, you were the one to take it a step further.” 

Taking a step back, you gesture to the entire display of the white board and a bubbly laugh emerges from her. 

“Let me at least give you some credit.” 

“Fine, maybe I helped a little.” You retort and she grins at your acceptance. 

A low voice cuts through your conversation. 

“I moved the balloons like you wanted, the decorator said–”

A young man appearing to be within his twenties emerges, donning a white dress shirt with a black tie and pants. His dark hair is styled and parted back, brows furrowed and doe eyes swirling with focus. 

It doesn’t take you a second later to whisper his name. 

“Jungkook?” 

He halts his steps, frozen by the sound of his name. Head snapping up, recognition flows through his orbs. 

Within a heartbeat, he shutters out. “Y-Y/N?” 

Aera darts her eyes between both of you, taken aback with the familiarity with a frown.

“Do the two of you know each other?” 

“Ah– yes,” You quickly clarify, “We work together.”

“Yeah, we do.” He replies, scratching the back of his neck. “I wasn’t expecting to see you here…” 

“Well, I am friends with the bride.” You chuckle.

Aera pitches in, placing a hand on Jungkook’s shoulder. “And she introduced me to Sunoo, Kookie!” 

He stiffens. “I see…”

“How do the two of you know each other?” You ponder, surprised by their proximity. If anything, you at least knew that Jungkook was greatly distant at work, never really going out of his way to speak to anyone. 

Aera warmly smiles, looping her arm around Jungkook’s, “Let me reintroduce you to the Jeon Jungkook,” She gazes at him with tender eyes, “My childhood friend and the person dearest to my heart…“ 

Pausing, she adds in, “–after Sunoo, of course.” 

You nod understandably, but Jungkook lets out a low cough. 

“I-I should go,” He brings up, “See if the decorator needs any more help.” 

You watch as he loops out of her arm, swiftly turning around without another word. 

A pout surfaces on Aera’s lips, like she wanted him to stay longer with you. 

But then she turns and catches your intrigued gaze, orbs brightening up in an instant. She dips into conversation once more as if he never left, occupied with showcasing the giant ring that now sits on her third finger. 

Yet if you had been paying enough attention, you would have noticed the flicker of dread in Jungkook’s eyes. 

***

As you attempt to catch up with Aera, it’s not long before she’s being whisked away by her husband-to-be, who you warmly greet with a smile. 

Being left alone, you decide to head over to one of the side tables, setting down the gift you had bought for them before filtering through all the guests to find your seat. 

Locating an empty one on the same table Aera and Sunoo would be at, you sit down and take a napkin, carefully placing it down onto your lap. 

From the corner of your eye, you catch sight of Jungkook. He glances around, doe eyes frantic and lips pursed. He awkwardly lingers for a moment – like he was debating on being there, unsure of where to look or where to go. 

It’s surprising to you, considering only moments ago he was effortlessly navigating himself to the decorator’s instructions.

You hesitate for a moment, knowing the two of you aren’t particularly close. However, as his confusion spins by the minute, you ultimately decide it wouldn’t be so bad and give in. 

“Jungkook!” You call out, watching his train of vision fall onto you. Taking out a chair next to you, your hand waves over with a warm smile. 

Jungkook glances around one more time, before walking over with his head ducked down. 

Instead of taking the one beside you, he takes the one on the opposite side – the one that is furthest away from Aera. 

You raise a brow, wondering why he didn’t want to sit closer to the bride and of course, his childhood friend, but you freeze when your orbs land on his appearance.

His eyes are glossed over, tinged with red. They almost seem hollow, dark circles collecting underneath them and his shoulders are caved in. 

“Are–…” You quickly glance around, words dropping into a whisper before leaning in, “Are you okay?”

Jungkook’s pupils snap back into life and he furiously nods, shifting uncomfortably away from you.

“Y-Yeah, I’m okay.” He sniffles, voice coming out hoarse. His field of vision lands on the decorations upon the table, features straining with dismay, “I’m just allergic to the flowers.” 

Your own eyes follow his line of sight, falling onto the beautiful, bright yellow petals. In fact, they’re littered everywhere – from the long tables lined up, to the blooming garden, to even attached to the white board that sits in the front. 

“Tulips,” You remark, “Aera’s–” 

“Favorite flower.” He mumbles, pupils focused down on his fidgeting hands and not bothering to take a glance at them. 

An involuntary harsh cough escapes his throat.

You lean over, grabbing a jug full of water and a glass, filling it up. Tapping him on the shoulder, he looks up, fatigue radiating deep within his irises before they morph into surprise. 

He takes the glass hesitantly, muttering a small thank you before you turn your attention back to the front, watching all the guests take their places as the food gets served.

Save for the few occasional glances stemming from concern, you and Jungkook don’t say another word to each other for the rest of the duration.

***

The evening spins away – dinner is all served and more guests pool in. You occasionally smile, greeting new people and munching down on the contents placed in front of you. 

Amongst all this, Aera is attached to Sunoo, a tender smile on her features as they deeply gaze into each other’s eyes and beam with so much sweet affection. 

You grin when she calls for you to take a picture with the two to them, instantly leaving your table and trudging over. Looping your arm with Aera and standing opposite to Sunoo, all three of you smile as the photographer’s flash goes off. 

“You two look really good together.” You comment and Aera giggles, eyes crinkling in the direction of her to-be-husband. 

She leans closer to him, brushing his lips against hers for a kiss. Sunoo follows suit, clasping onto her hands. 

They radiate the to-be-wed glow, encased in their own bubble of infectious love and happiness. It’s joyous for anyone to watch, to see two people be so utterly and completely in love with each other.

At least, that’s what you think.

As you turn to greet another one of Aera’s friends, you catch a flash of movement from the corner of your eyes.

You blink, but then there’s a tap against your shoulder. 

“Y/N,” Aera asks, her head surveying around, “Do you know where Jungkook is?” 

You swivel, mimicking her puzzlement. “I-I’m not sure…” 

“That’s too bad, I wanted to take a picture with him.” Aera remarks and a frown lines your lips. You had just seen Jungkook sitting by the table by himself moments ago, but now he’s up and disappeared, just when the photographer had started taking photos.

You sigh, not understanding his train of thought. 

Turning to Aera, you give her a quick reassured smile. “Focus on Sunoo, I’ll go find him for you.” 

She breaks into a huge relieved grin and nods, returning to her husband’s side. 

Spinning around, you walk in the opposite direction. 

Your head darts back and forth. 

You had entered into the side building, the one adjacent to the garden where the engagement party was being held. It’s empty save for the occasional workers or bystanders you pass, either trying to help set up or busy conversing with one another. However, you don’t find the head of dark hair and pair of doe eyes you’re trying to locate, simply left mulling if he had truly decided to leave. 

That is, until there’s a black tie resting near the soles of your feet. 

You pick it up in suspicion, instantly recognizing it as the same one Jungkook had donned when you had met him prior in the evening.

Peering around while gripping the tie, you wonder why it was so clumsily thrown onto the ground, as if he didn’t care about where it ended up–

The sound of retching startles you. 

You glance around, wondering if you had imagined it. But then you hear it – a low choked sob, and your feet are gyrating, ears keenly picking up on the sound.

Your feet falter for a moment, having stopped right in front of the men’s bathroom. 

Biting down your bottom lip, you cautiously push against the door, darting your pupils around. 

It's completely empty, save for one stall in the far corner.

Your heels click against the ground, turning to face it. Noticing it slightly open, you raise your hand, preparing to knock and ask him if he was okay, if he has perhaps consumed too much alcohol than expected, or if he needed anything – infinite questions ready to tumble out of your lips.

But that’s when you feel a slight flutter against your foot. 

Peering down curiously, you breath hitches and you nearly stumble back. 

For there’s a fragrant and beautiful, bright yellow petal there. 

Hand quivering, you lightly push against the door. 

It opens, and your mouth falls agape at the sight. 

Jungkook is on his knees, hunched over the toilet, completely surrounded by yellow flowers. His eyes are squeezed shut, shudders running through his body and tears pooling into his eyes. Despite being very tall, his frame looks small and cramped, sweat clinging to his temples. 

You thought it was all fake, a disease so rare that it could be considered a myth. But the flowers spilling out from his coughing lips is enough to reel you back into reality, cementing that it was all true – all the puzzling pieces of information stemming from the rumors, all the hushed whispers of unrequited love. 

You were wrong, so utterly wrong. 

Your hands cover your mouth, voice only managing to come out in a shakingly whisper. 

“O-Oh my god….” 

Jungkook heaves as the last flower slips out, finally noticing your presence as his eyes snap back. 

Your widened ones make contact with his half-lidded orbs, which expand into complete horror. 

***

You don’t remember how long it took – how long you merely stood there, glancing at his horror stricken irises with a mix of terror and confusion in your own. You had watched as his eyes diverted away, a deep flush coating his skin as he had leaned back, gripping the edge of the wall for dear support. 

“Tulips.” You had murmured, “Aera’s–”

“Favorite flower.” He croaks, a harsh rasp to his voice. His quivering hands reach out, attempting to scoop up the remaining flowers on the ground. 

His pupils widened when your shaking ones reached out as well, gaze concentrated as you discard them into the toilet can. But he continues, ensuring each and every single petal had been collected before rising to his feet, wobbling a bit as he turns to flush the contents away for good. 

You had quietly trailed out of the bathroom, walking behind his light footsteps.

A moment of silence overtakes you as you reach the opposite side of the building, far from where there are guests celebrating the new engagement. The fresh breeze weaves through your hair, nipping at your skin and offering a change of atmosphere. 

Jungkook seems to like it as well, a content sigh leaving him as opposed to the profuse spilling of flowers inside a cramped stall he was experiencing just moments ago. 

A thousand questions are ready to burst out from you, but amongst them is one that already has an answer.

“I-Is it…” You warily gaze at him, “...Aera?”

Jungkook visibly gulps, fear echoing deep in his doe irises. You’re startled when he snatches onto your wrist, grip tightening as his eyes desperately scan your expression. 

“Please…” He inhales, “Please don’t tell her...” 

You slowly nod, gaze still trained on him as his shoulders slump down, relief flooding his body. 

Your voice drops into a whisper, “H-How long has this been going on…?” 

Jungkook’s lip thin out, and his gaze is on the ground. 

Sucking in a breath, he reveals the answer that has a harsh gasp escaping you. 

“A year.” 

“A year?!” You sharply repeat, “Jungkook, how are you still alive?” 

Your coworker had been quietly suffering the effects for a whole entire year, delving within his own misery and attempting to live a normal life as the disease ate away at him. 

He shakes his head, like he didn’t want your thoughts invading his mind, “Why haven’t you just gotten the surgery?”

“I-I can’t…” He whispers, brows furrowing. 

“Why not?” You press forward, concern filling you to the brim, “The rumors say that hanahaki consumes the individual’s lungs within a year, leading their entire system to shut down–”

“Because I can’t, Y/N.” His words are louder and firmer, but there’s guilt swimming in his orbs. “I…I don’t want to forget her.” 

Your lips pursue, knowing what the rumors had to say about the surgery. That along with all the flowers, each and every memory is taken, ripped out of the patient’s mind until they have no more recollection of the feelings, the love they had once felt for their person.

Which means Jungkook’s only other alternative would be for Aera to reciprocate his feelings. 

Your stomach churns, guilt radiating out from you. 

“She can’t love you back…” You whisper and Jungkook’s eyes snap up, brimming with despair. 

“She’s engaged now, and I…I can't take it all away from her,” He hurriedly explains, voice shrinking down into an anguished whisper, “Not when I love her so much...” 

“But…are you just going to let yourself die?” 

He has no other option. The fonder his heart grows, so do the petals, spreading out within his airway until his breathing is completely constricted. Without the removal surgery or reciprocated feelings, he’s caged – left to fight the disease on his own until he ultimately succumbs to it, drawing out his last breath in the name of the same love.

Jungkook is silent, your words lingering within the empty space between you. 

He continues to remain silent, but then his features twist and something snaps. 

His eyes are glossed over, shoulders hunched as he chokes out a sob. 

You’re startled, but you realize it then and there. 

He knows he’s resigned to his fate and at this point, all he can do is receive the illness that’s marred his pathway with flowers.

You’re not very close to Jungkook, but it doesn’t hold you back from outstretching your arms, hands wrapping around his torso as the tears stream down his eyes, form violently trembling.

Aera’s eyes had sparked up when you returned with Jungkook following suit. You watch with dismay as he places a hand on her shoulder, a weak smile on his lips. Jungkook’s condition is obvious, there’s dark circles underneath his eyes, his skin pale and fatigue running deep in his shoulders. But he continues to pose for the photo, not ignoring Aera’s plea to take more with her husband.

Sunoo stands on the other side of them, sharing Aera’s tender smile when she glances at him. Jungkook’s lip twitches, smile slightly faltering. 

As the evening draws to an end, your gaze is attached to Jungkook’s every movement, watching him turn on his heels and begin to take the various decorations down. All as Aera and Sunoo have their arms wrapped around each other, fondly staring down at the rings on their hands.

A bitter taste lingers on your lips.

It stays for a while – even as you’re knocking on Jungkook’s door the next day. 

To be honest, you’re not sure what you're trying to accomplish. Jungkook and you were merely coworkers, bypassing each other occasionally or conversing through cubicles when work called for it. 

But there’s a piece of you deep inside that can't help but feel awful. Awful that in a way you were the one to resign him to the fate of his disease with your own actions, pointing out to Aera that there was a guy you knew back in your college days together that would be her type, even helping out to get his number for her.

Conversely, even though you weren't aware of Jungkook’s existence in her life, the image of him hunched over, trembling as the flowers endlessly poured around and circled his sobbing form, is hauntingly ingrained inside your mind, a deep chill running through your spine anytime the memory plays. 

The door swings open, revealing a started Jungkook. 

Knowing what you know now, makes it hard to look at him. He still looks exhausted, the deep circles underneath his eyes ever most present and his skin drained of life. You suspect he’s even lost weight from the last handful of times you’ve seen him at work, the disease taking its sweet time to slowly break him down, bit by bit, till his lungs are full and bursting with flowers. 

“W-What are you doing here?” 

You take in a deep breath, “You’re off from work, right? To be here for the wedding.” 

Aera’s wedding is closer to the end of the month, set seven days after the engagement. 

Seven days left until hanahaki runs its full course of a year, the victim falling prey to its effects and their lungs being forever constricted. 

He slowly nods, “I thought we could go out, do something aside from wedding preparations.” 

Jungkook goes silent and you gnaw on your bottom lip. You knew that the wedding plans were still going on, that Aera would need assistance from the two of you, but you know he’s spending all this time helping the very person he loves, without ever getting to be with her.

You wonder if he’ll protest, if he’ll remark that she needs him and that he needs her, that there’s no way he can halt the planning process for his own needs.

But Jungkook heavily exhales, and you wonder if he can see the pity in your eyes. 

“Okay.” He simply utters, much to your surprise. He widens the door, letting you in before swiveling, attempting to look for his jacket. 

You stand rather awkwardly by the front of his apartment, pleasantly surprised to find the black and white layout of the place, with everything appearing meticulously organized. It’s almost too clean, not a speck of dirt in sight. 

However, the layout seems too simplistic, the black and white not contrasting well with the sunlight that tries to pour in, appearing more bleak and empty for your own liking. 

It feels lonely. 

You press your lips together, a grimace running through you. How long has he been quietly suffering by himself, keeping distance from others? The Jungkook you know wouldn’t even attend events or go out for drinks with everyone else post-work, but now he’s submerged within guests everyday and next to the person he loves, suppressing flowers from spewing out.

Jungkook emerges soon, throwing on a black jacket. Stepping outside with you, he lets out a sharp cough, rubbing his throat with a wince.

“Where to?” He ponders, looking at you with his big doe eyes.

You shrug, “Coffee?” 

He nods, and you lead him to the local coffee shop you’ve frequented a couple of times after work, one that’s more closed in and has cozy booths. It isn't popular by any means, only a few individuals occupying the seats, but it’s something you notice Jungkook relishes in from the corner of your eyes, form visibly easing from the low amount of prying looks. 

You order your drinks, asking Jungkook what he wanted and he simply murmurs that anything was okay. Within minutes, two lattes are handed to you and you join him by the booth he’s seated at, a deep frown marring your lips.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, and you wince, pushing the drink closer to him. 

“Sorry…I didn’t realize this cafe also did coffee art.” 

Jungkook's eyes are wide as the drink comes in front of him, a foamy little white heart greeting his line of vision.

The corner of his mouth curls up. 

“It’s okay.” He remarks, “I think it’s rather cute.” 

You look at him in surprise, but he’s already bringing the drink up to his lips, cautiously taking a sip from the heated mixture.

The words blurt out before you can stop them.

“I’m really sorry.” 

He halts, placing the drink down. “Y/N, I said it was okay–”

“No, not that.” You harshly swallow, “I-I’m sorry…about Aera…” 

He stares at you perplexed and you explain, “I was the one to bring her and Sunoo together. I knew both of them and thought they would work well as a couple.” 

Your eyes flutter shut, biting down on your lip, “If only I had known about your relationship with her, I could have–”

“Y/N.” He stops your train of thought, hand brushing against yours. You immediately stare down at it, and he notices, sheepishly removing it in an instant as his complexion dusts pink. 

He clears his throat, “Don’t apologize. Me and Aera…we were never meant to be, even if you stepped in.” 

You stare at him, “We were friends for years…and even as I came to realize my feelings recently, Aera never once felt the same for me, no matter what I did.” He chuckles bitterly, “I was always Jungkook, her childhood friend, and nothing more.” 

Anguish spreads over his features and your heart sinks. You can imagine a younger Jungkook, gaze filled with adoration and affection for the girl, desperately seeking for something, anything to be similarly reflected in her own eyes. 

Remorse flickers over you, “But I can imagine Sunoo’s sudden appearance wasn’t all that great for you...” 

Jungkook’s gaze falls down, a soft yet wistful smile on his lips. “It confirmed a lot for me, mainly that this disease was going to turn out to be more permanent than I had initially assumed.” 

You bite back your words, wanting to tell him that it isn’t just permanent, that the disease would reside with him until he finally succumbs to it. 

But you can’t bring yourself to, not when there’s so much hurt swirling in his eyes, the disease already physically manifesting itself against his own wishes.

At his silence, you sit up straighter, desperate to change the topic of conversation you had to spring up.

“What do you do outside of work?” You question, “Do you have any hobbies or anything?” 

Anything you do to cope? – you can only silently wonder. 

Your questions catches him off guard. “Not really…” He deeply ponders, “At the most, I’ve been just working…and of course, helping Aera when I had time off.” 

You nod, features twisting. But then his eyes light up.

“Sometimes I like to game.” 

“Game?” You blink and he slowly nods, sipping down on his latte. “I could have never taken you for a gamer.” 

Something you wouldn’t have expected from the quiet man who would bump shoulders with you at work. 

“It’s fun, I like playing games online.” He states, “It helps not having to worry about…” 

His face sours as he gestures to himself and you quickly nod, not wanting him the chance to fill in the blanks. 

“Maybe you could show me sometime.” You suggest, and he looks at you surprised. To be fair, you don’t know the first thing about online gaming, but watching Jungkook’s expression change, having some spark of joy, is too much for you to miss out on.

A soft smile lines his lips. “Sure.”

You mimic his smile, bringing the remains of the latte to your lips.

Aera is to be married soon, Jungkook knows that. 

As such, he’s aware that moments with her are consistent, that she gazes into his eyes with a wide smile regularly, making his heart skip far too many beats. 

But what he is pleasantly unaware of is just how involved you are, unabashedly seeking him out when you need assistance with picking up favors for the wedding. 

“There should be at least a hundred candles wrapped with thank you notes,” You mumble, brows furrowed together as you read the text off your phone. The sun is bright and shining down, a light breeze lingering in the air that truthfully makes his chest feel lighter. 

You glance up, confused eyes connecting with his wide ones. “I can’t open them to check, right?” 

He shakes his head, “I don’t think so.” 

“But then how do I know they made them properly?” You gesture towards the box resting before his feet in exasperation. 

Letting out a huff, you shake your head. “I swear, this whole wedding business is so much more complicated than it really needs to be.” 

A light chuckle resonates through the air and you stare at Jungkook in astonishment, watching at how the corners of his eyes crinkle. 

“Believe me, I know.” He chides, leaning down to pick up the box. “I’ve been helping to plan this wedding for months.” 

“For months?” You question in puzzlement, reaching out to help him balance it. However, he pushes your hands away, gesturing for you to let him carry it. 

You frown, but oblige when he starts to walk. “That must have been so stressful. I’ve been only helping out for the last couple of weeks and it’s already making me want to rip my hair out.”

The corners of his lips tugs up and you continue, the words escaping you before you can stop. “Why would you go to such lengths?” 

You freeze in an instant, already knowing the reason as to why.

“–Sorry,” You quickly retract, “I-I didn’t mean it like that…”

Jungkook shakes his head, almost feeling something akin to amusement. 

His condition is supposed to be a secret, a taboo of a disease and something he’s never uttered a single word to another soul. He supposes that you’re different, that you weren’t someone he told out of his own volition, but rather someone that stumbled upon it. 

Which gives him no reason to hide from you. That, and the fact that you’re so mindful about his potential reactions. 

“Don’t worry about it.” He simply says, but picks up on the curiosity swirling within your orbs. 

“If I can ask…how difficult has it been? Planning all this and dealing with…” 

You wave your finger into the air, letting the sentence complete itself and it makes him want to smile. 

“It’s kind of hard to explain…” He murmurs, falling deep into thought, “I know Aera doesn’t love me, but I still want to see her happy, you know?” 

A low chuckle leaves him, gaze downcasting. “I guess that makes me sound really stupid.” 

“No, not at all.” You justify, “You’re right, it’s hard to explain and even harder for someone like me to understand, but you’ve known Aera for so long, and I can imagine that you care a lot about her…” 

 – and that your love runs deeper than you probably would have imagined – you silently think. 

He hums, glancing around as you cross the street together, your eyes focusing onto his backside. 

After a moment of contemplation, you speak up.

“You know, I really hope I’m not causing you any trouble.” You explain, “I know talking about it can be–” 

“It’s okay.” He replies, “I don’t mind, you’re…really easy to talk to.

You’re surprised by the soft smile he holds while glancing in your direction, but it’s one that you don’t hesitate to return.

A bright yellow flower lands right in front of your face. 

You and Jungkook both jolt, the elderly woman in front of you holding a wide grin. It’s only then you realize that you’re near a boutique, selling flowers to those passing by.

“These beautiful tulips are fresh,” She states, attempting to play matchmaker as both you and Jungkook flush, “It’s said they represent unconditional love.” 

You blink, the scent of the flowers being shoved right into your faces. Jungkook stills, holding in his breath as his form slightly trembles.

You clear your throat immediately, pushing them away. 

“We’re okay.” You take a step back, “I’m allergic to flowers.” 

She grimaces, realization donning upon her that neither of you meant business. You don’t think twice, grabbing Jungkook's wrist and whisking him away from the deeply fragrant area.

It’s only when you walk a good handful of steps away that Jungkook tugs on you, a sheepish look on his features that has your confused eyes widening.

You let go of him, “Sorry.” 

He softly shakes his head. “It’s okay.” 

His head turns, gaze concentrated on the store from a distance. 

The next question leaving his lips has you taken aback, “What’s your favorite flower, Y/N?” 

You deeply mull over it, drawing a blank. “I-I can’t say I have one….” 

He ponders over it and your eyes flicker over to him, “What about you?” 

“Ah–” He lightly laughs, scratching the back of his neck. Your eyes widen when he places the box down and takes hold of his sleeve, rolling it back a few inches.

An array of images greet you immediately, but among them is a giant orangish-red flower carved into his forearm. 

“It’s my birth flower.” He informs. 

You stare at it in pure awe and wonder, the ink swirling his skin beautifully. 

Your voice comes out in a whisper, “What is it called?” 

“The tiger flower.” 

You hum, still looking at it in fascination. “Wow…it’s amazing.” 

Jungkook silently watches, oddly feeling exposed for suddenly revealing an important piece of himself to you. But as he notices your irises brightening and lips curving up, he can’t help but warmly smile, his chest swelling with pride underneath your observations.

Ending up at Jungkook’s apartment becomes a staple for you. 

You don’t know how or when, but through figuring out the delivery for the cake to ensuring you had enough tables for the RSVP'd guests, your messages to Jungkook would occasionally stray over to pondering over how he was doing. His responses always ended in simple reassurances, much to your own dismay, but then he would stray too, bringing up that if you ever felt like coming over again, you could. 

At first, you didn’t want to be rude by declining, but then it became to the point where Jungkook expects you, swinging open to his door non-chantlently.

“Did you eat yet?” 

Entering inside, you shake your head and he turns, heading into his kitchen. You glance around, ultimately deciding to sit on his couch. 

There’s a table right next to it, a handful of picture frames that have your heart twisting. 

They stand out in the midst of his bleak apartment, having an odd touch of hearth to them. There’s different age ranges – roughly around ages nine, twelve, fifteen – all of Aera and Jungkook together. There’s ones of them as small children, bright eyed with huge smiles, to ones where they’re a bit older, smiles turning warm and eyes tender. You muse at how adorable Jungkook looked when he was younger, a light to his crinkled eyes that you don’t really see much anymore.

His footsteps pad into the room, two bowls of instant ramen in his hands. You swivel around and his eyes catch the movement, but if anything he’s learned, it’s that you’re naturally very curious, surprise not even crossing him.

“We can go to my room,” He gestures to the doorway across the hall, “I already have my computer set up.” 

You frown, rising from your seat and following behind him. The room is dark, all the lights turned off save for some sunlight peeking through his black drapes, and you’re astonished to find his room just as organized as the rest of his apartment. 

Off to the side, there’s a bright lit screen alongside a keyboard that glows different colors. 

“Woah.” You mutter and Jungkook hands you your instant ramen, before sitting on the large gaming chair and pulling a seat up for you.

You slurp on your noodles as the game loads. Once it does, his hand revolves around the settings for a moment before he dives into action, his fingertips tapping at an incredible speed across the keyboard and mouse furiously clicking. He seems completely zoned into the game, almost like he had forgotten where he was for a moment.

Nonetheless, you watch with wide eyes as he effortlessly wins the first round, hands coming around to search for his own ramen. He continues to keep playing, pupils never once leaving the monitor and you’re fascinated with how well he’s able to multitask. 

His eyes connect with yours, a grin surfacing on his lips. “Want to try?” 

Unease fills you, “I don’t know, I’m not the greatest with games–”

“You’ll be fine.” He insists and you nervously nod, giving into his wishes. He gently guides your hand over the mouse, watching you attempting to shoot things with terrible coordination. 

It’s when you accidentally shoot someone that was trying to heal you that Jungkook bursts into laughter, a beautiful melodious tone that echoes off the walls. 

“I told you I’m terrible!” You protest with a pout, and his laughter still bubbles as he moves behind you. 

“Here, let me show you.” His hand laces over yours, effortlessly navigating your character. 

You smile at the assistance, watching him cross all the hurdles and play infinitely better in comparison. 

You turn to remark about it, but the words die in your throat. 

His face is inches away from you, something he notices right away too. Neither of you move, the sounds coming from the game lingering in the background.

Jungkook shifts and you instantly move, your hand hitting your container of noodles. 

It spills onto the ground and you immediately get up, clearing your throat.

“I-I’ll go get something to clean it up.” Jungkook simply nods, watching your backside disappear. 

You head straight into his kitchen, pressing a hand against your racing heart. Deeply inhaling and exhaling, you glance around for a cloth, locating it on the edge of the counter immediately and turning back. 

The doorbell rings. 

You blink, hearing the loud sounds of the game coming from Jungkook’s room and wondering if you had imagined it. But then it rings again and you scramble forward, grasping onto the knob.

The sight before you shock you to your core. 

Aera stands in front of you, arms crossed and her orbs tinged with cracks of red. They widen at the appearance of you, the shock scattering over her features reflecting your own. 

“Y/N?” 

“Aera?” You blurt out, wondering what she was doing here. 

Her grand wedding is supposed to be in three days, and here she was. 

Jungkook’s voice cuts through, “Y/N? Is everything oka–” 

You hear his footsteps pad through the apartment before his breath hitches. Aera steps right in at the sight of him, walking straight past you and throwing her arms around his torso. 

She sobs loudly and Jungkook’s pupils quiver, making direct eye contact with your confused ones, before awkwardly wrapping his arms around her. 

There’s a painful tinge in the center of your chest, but you ignore it. 

“S-Sunoo–” Aera sputters out, clutching onto Jungkook tighter. “S-Sunoo and I….we had a fight!”

Jungkook can barely muster out any words, harshly swallowing. Your eyes widen at the reaction, and it’s not long before a cough leaves his lips. 

You step forward, placing your hand on her back. “Aera, how about we take this outside?” 

Her head tilts, like she had just noticed you’re also in the room. 

At her silence, you slowly peel her hands off of Jungkook, who quickly scurries away into the confines of his room.

Aera’s taken aback with response, but nonetheless follows you like a lost puppy.

The moment you’re outside the apartment, she spills. “We ended up fighting, Y/N! Can you imagine?!”

She sobs more, eyes connecting with the door behind you. 

“Why won’t Jungkook come out?” 

“He’s…not feeling the best.” You wince, unable to come up with a better answer. “You know, you should check in on him every now and then.” 

Images of the splattered flowers echo through your mind. 

“What’s there to check?” She chuckles, sniffling and wiping her tears, “Jungkook’s always fine.”

Your chest tightens, something unfamiliar brewing. 

“No one’s ever always fine.” You grit. 

Even if his symptoms weren’t so painfully obvious, there was no way to simply dismiss it all as something mere like work fatigue. 

Aera eyes you, baffled by your tone, “Since when have the two of you gotten close?” 

You open your mouth a couple of times – unable to muster the exact words for an answer. However, you relent, shaking it away and opting to ask her about Sunoo instead, to which she gladly focuses on. 

***

You spend a considerable amount of time coaxing Aera that Sunoo still loved her and that being stressed about wedding planning was completely normal. 

She cries continuously and you pat her back, sprouting as much reassurance as you can all while bypassing any of her further inquiries about Jungkook. It seems to help, because soon she’s nodding in agreement as the tears within her eyes begin to dry. 

She departs and you manage to head back into the apartment, exhausted beyond belief. 

But Jungkook lingers in your mind. 

You bolt into his room, heading directly into the connecting bathroom. The door whips open, and your heart clenches at the sight before you.

There’s bright yellow tulips. Everywhere. And Jungkook is in the middle of them, form slouched against the wall with his eyes squeezed shut and sweat sticking to his temples. 

You immediately crouch down, placing his weak arm around your neck and helping him to his feet. When he sways, you let him lean his weight against you. 

Sitting him down onto his bed, you withdraw into the kitchen to fetch him a glass of water. Reentering the bedroom, his gaze is downcasted and you silently hand him the drink, watching his fingertips curl around the cup. 

You then walk back into the bathroom, taking every piece of petal that’s been scattered and throwing it into the toilet can. You flush it down the drain as Jungkook sips on the water, quietly watching you from afar. 

You sit down next to him with a deep sigh, silence overtaking the dark room. 

A shuddering breath leaves him. 

“I started to forget…” He croaks, grasping your attention immediately, “I actually managed to forget about everything for once. The engagement, the wedding, her…” 

You remorsefully watch as his eyes flutter shut, noticing the single tear that rolls down his cheek. It propels you to shift forward, wrapping your arms around him comfortingly. 

He leans into your touch, head resting on your shoulder and his arm curling around your waist. 

There’s a thought that lingers in the back of your mind, seemingly growing louder and louder with every passing minute. 

“You know…” He lets out a low hum and you continue, willing all your courage together. “I ended up thinking about a third alternative in curing you.” 

Within a heartbeat, he mumbles – “What was it?” 

Sucking in a sharp inhale, you let it out. 

“For you to fall in love…with someone else.” 

His breath hitches, form stiffening underneath your fingertips. You part from him and he slowly raises his head, staring at you impassively. 

You fidget underneath his gaze, unable to read his thoughts. 

After what feels like an eternity, you slowly pull yourself away from him. It was wrong of you to bring it up and you want to curse yourself for thinking otherwise. 

Shuffling your feet, you stand up. 

Jungkook’s hand clasps onto yours, tugging you towards him in an instant. Your eyes morph with surprise, but then his lips collide with yours. 

It steals your breath away, warmth flooding through you and making you melt at his touch. He tentatively moves against you, lips softly brushing against your own. 

He pulls back for a split second, chest rising and falling. But you lean forward, pressing your lips against his once again. 

And that’s all it takes to drown. 

Jungkook litters kisses all down your jaw and neck, and you find yourself stumbling backwards, back hitting his mattress. It’s only a matter of a few moments before his torso is hovering over you, and you reach up, clutching onto his shoulders. 

Your clothes scatter across the room and Jungkook’s bare chest presses against you. He marks your skin in the shape of his lips, all while his name profusely tumbles out of your own. He pushes into you, gently at first, like he has something to prove. You accept him fully, nails sinking into his back as you both climax, an onslaught of gasps and moans escaping the two of you. 

His arm wraps securely around your waist, and you're lulled into a deep sleep.

You’re woken to the sound of retching.

A gasp parts from your lips, and you immediately scramble up from the bed, dressed in only the shirt Jungkook had been wearing the night before. You stumble into the bathroom, finding Jungkook hunched over and surrounded with the yellow flowers once again. 

However, your breath hitches. 

Because this time there’s more of them, and they're all splattered with drops of scarlet.

“Jungkook!” You exclaim, knees buckling down. Placing your hand on his shaking back, you rub it up and down comfortingly. 

“I-I was starting to feel b-better…” He chokes out in defeat, hands clutching onto the toilet. A cluster of coughs leave him, his voice disappearing as more and more red stained flowers overflow out.

You attempt to coax him, features twisted from watching him be contorted in so much pain. “It’s okay, Jungkook.” Your hold on him is firm, “We’ll figure it out, don’t worry, we’ll–” 

“Y-You don’t understand….” He cries out, "I-I can't, Y/N…."

A deep furrow in your brows form and Jungkook shakes his head, eyes shut as his forehead lulls down, “I-I can’t do this anymore….I-I’m still in love with her."

It feels like someone’s just stabbed you in the heart.

Jungkook doesn’t look at you, entangled in too much shame and agony to dare raise his head and say the same words with your eyes meeting his. The same pair of eyes that discovered him one day and reached out, not letting him stumble on his own anymore.

Orbs glossing over, you rise with shaky legs. The feeling in the pit of your chest twists and knots, spreading through you like a deep ache. 

Jungkook can’t say anything, not even at the sound of you grabbing your clothes, the unevenness of your footsteps against his carpet, or the door shutting on your way out from his apartment, the frequency echoing off the walls. His gaze remains fixated on the flowers, even plucking one completely smeared in red, wondering why fate was always so cruel to him – why, in his mind when he’s smiling and laughing with you, Aera’s warm eyes and big smile show up there instead, forever imprinted into his brain.

***

You stagger on your way home. 

A stream of hot tears roll down your face, with harsh breaths shuddering out of you. Your sobs are thundering and violent, racking through your entire form. 

There’s a thousand emotions running through you, leaving your mind completely numb and your body feeling like it’s breaking, scattering into pieces. You wonder how you could have let it gotten to this point, wonder how you could have been so foolish. 

Squeezing your eyes shut, you soon arrive at your apartment complex. You can barely unlock the front door, gasping as you stumble in. 

You fall right at the entrance, clawing your hands around your throat, eyes rapidly darting and flickering everywhere. The pain accelerates, winding tortuously over and over around your windpipe. 

The cord snaps. 

A sharp chain of coughs leaves your lips, vibrating down your throat and through your lungs. It morphs into a retch and the contents come spilling forth before you can even blink. 

Deeply heaving, you can only stare helplessly at the clutter of bright orangish-red tiger flowers before you. 

Love is twisted. 

It threatens to find you unexpectedly, spontaneously making you crumble within seconds. It’s a spur of the moment, welcoming in painful affection. Love at first sight, that withers into petals of grief. Or simply an unexpected encounter, getting spun into something that turns your entire world upside down. 

It develops, it grows. It becomes so much more, rendering you weak and constricting your breathing, just as the mere thought of it makes you feel sick. 

Until of course, it becomes long term, a trail of flowers never leaving your side. 

You don’t see Jungkook for the remaining days until the wedding, avoiding him like the plague. He doesn’t reach out, keeping to himself like he’s always done. 

However, running into him at the wedding now, is a completely different story. 

He’s dressed in a sleek fitted black suit, his hair styled and pushed back. He’s working alongside the caterer, a crease in between his brows as he ensures the food arrives in a timely manner. 

You had just entered the venue, eyes scanning around for any indication of where Aera might be. 

As cruel as fate would be, your eyes suddenly find his. 

You attempt to look away, but it only takes three steps for Jungkook to be right in front of you. 

He looks the same, his skin pale and dark circles still underneath his eyes, tiredness running deep through him. 

He opens and closes his mouth several times, before quietly asking a question that has you nearly coughing. 

“Are…are you okay?” 

“I’m fine.” Your voice comes out croaked, immediately taking a step back from him. He catches the movement and you notice it right away – the way his eyes scan all over your face.

You wonder if he can see the fatigue in your shoulders, wonder if he can see the bags starting to form under your eyes, or how pale you seem to have gotten. Wonder if he knows you were throwing up just this morning, mind swirling with thoughts of him and lungs brimming with flowers, unable to loosen the imprint he’s left.

“Are you sure? I–” He reaches out and you flinch, but then a call of your name has you spinning around. 

“Aera has been looking for you two.” A woman you instantly recognize as her mother, informs. You nod, ignoring the pleading look in Jungkook’s eyes that just makes your lungs constrict.

After all, you were here for someone else entirely. 

But when you and Jungkook follow her into a side room to see Aera completely decked out in a lavious white wedding dress, you can only harshly swallow. 

“Y-You look amazing.” You sputter out, and she has a huge, radiant smile. 

“Isn’t it lovely?” She chuckles, “I can’t wait until you get married and wear one too, Y/N!” 

You know she means well, but your lips are pursued together, not a single word slipping out as you numbingly nod. 

She turns to Jungkook, her smile widening, “What do you think, Kookie?” 

It catches Jungkook off guard, his gaze previously on you.

A small smile laces on his lips and he answers her genuinely. 

“It’s lovely on you, Aera. You look very beautiful.” 

She giggles, looping her arm around his. 

But you can see everything. 

Jungkook’s eyes are tender and warm, fondness radiating out from every fiber of his body. He holds her gently, as if treasuring her was his uttermost priority. 

Your breath hitches, a wave of nausea hitting you. There’s nothing you can mutter except a quiet ‘excuse me’ as you’re racing out of the room, hand clamping against your mouth and feet hurriedly filtering through the venue. 

You don’t even find a bathroom, yanking open the door to a staff closet before you stumble down, tiger flowers bursting out of your lips. Water builds up in your eyes, hand clutching onto your chest as the retching continues, a deep burn being left behind. 

It’s when the flowers slow down, decreasing in volume that you manage to swipe some of the sweat trailing down your temples. Your vision finally focuses through all the tears, small coughs still trembling through your windpipe. 

A small gasp behind you has you freezing. 

Your half-lidded eyes snap back, finding Jungkook's paralyzed ones. A hand is covering his mouth, his voice quivering.

“Oh my god….” 

You don’t have the strength to will your voice to work, barely able to breath in and out with your congested airflow. Jungkook falls to his knees, eyes scanning all over the flowers before flickering up to you. 

“You–” He begins, form frantic. “In here…the f-flowers….” 

His hand plucks up on the tiger flower, perfectly matching the ink on his skin. 

He lets go of the flower and it flutters down to you. His lips move, horror transfixed in his eyes as the realization dawns onto him, hitting him all at once.

“I-I broke you….” 

You sniffle, arm coming up to swipe away the tears that have collected in your eyes. But Jungkook is faster, the pads of his thumbs immediately coming up to cup your face, gently brushing them away.

You look up, gaze locked onto his. And you can see everything. 

He understands – his pain reflecting yours. 

“Jungkook!” He sucks in a breath, head swiveling around to a voice echoing out from the closet. “Where have you been? Everyone’s already taken their seats.” 

“I-I’ll be right there.” He turns to you, but you’re already scooping the flowers up, tucking them into a bag that you found nearby. Jungkook silently joins you, helping you until the closet is completely clear of any trace of them. 

You leave before him, not exchanging one word. 

The wedding commences. 

You have taken your seat at the front, having a full display of the event right before you. Jungkook sits a row behind you, and you’re grateful at not having to be so close to him for the long duration. 

Because as much as you can acknowledge the shared pain you hold – you know that the existence for Jungkook's is why you’re gathered here today, and you know that yours is just sitting a row away.

He will never love you like you do him. Aera will never love him like he does her.

The ceremony begins and you look up, gazing at the couple you’ve come to see tie the knot. The marriage officiant speaks up, going through each and every piece of what will bring them together. Your eyes are focused, but ever so and then, they furrow at Aera.

Not because of envy, but rather, it’s like her eyes are wavering, prodding around in the audience instead.

What is she doing? 

You wonder, only seeing her glance at Sunoo a couple of times or breaking out of her daze to repeat the officiant words. 

It’s almost like she’s focused on–

Your eyes trail, following her field of vision until it lands straight on Jungkook. And you’re even more caught off guard when you find out where his gaze is directed. 

He’s looking at you, eyes not wavering even when you catch him.

You flush at the realization, quickly averting your eyes to focus back onto the couple. Thankfully, it soon draws to an end and the officiant wraps up the ceremony.

“You may now kiss the bride.” Sunoo leans in and Aera smiles, as does the officiant. 

He pronounces them as husband and wife and a big cheer erupts from the guests. Everyone claps – including you and the couple descends down, interacting with those that have attended their wedding.

You take up the opportunity to depart, desperately needing some fresh air and Jungkook catches onto the action.

“Jungkook!” Aera exclaims, leaving Sunoo’s side and looping her arm around his, “Come on! I want a pictur–” 

“Not now, Aera.” He winces with an apologetic smile, feet headed after the direction you’ve left in. Aera watches in complete disbelief, not even hearing Sunoo call out her name. 

His steps are quickened, eyes darting back and forth. He bumps into a couple of guests on the way out, simply giving them a quick smile before he resumes trudging against the tiled floor.

His heart is racing, so much to the point where it feels like it might burst.

Within minutes, he finds your backside on a bench outside near the venue, shoulders hunched and making your form appear smaller than ever.

“Y/N?” He breathes out, slowly walking towards you.

“J-Jungkook?” You swivel, startled that he had followed you out here. 

He stands in front of you, kneeling down. The eye contact makes you flinch, an uncomfortable sensation churning in your chest the longer he looks at you. 

But before you can run away, before you can even search for a place to empty out the flowers threatening to spill from your throat, he leans forward. 

He leans forward, and his lips collide with your own. 

You softly gasp, heat brushing on your cheeks. It feels just like the first time you shared a kiss with him, warmth flooding through you. 

Your trembling hands reach out, tugging him closer. 

He places his own on top of yours, holding them as lips moving fervently against yours. 

You feel it all – the delicate flowers blooming within your chest, the hues of orangish-red coloring your windpipe, the itch to push him away spiking more than ever.

But you part from him with a different reason altogether. 

A sharp breath escapes you, airflow flooding into your lungs. It feels easier to inhale and exhale, no longer feeling like there was something constricting and blocking your windpipe.

As your chest rises and falls sporadically, you stare at Jungkook in astonishment. He mimics the expression you hold, a twinkle beginning to spark in his eyes. 

Almost as if he were experiencing the same thing. 

“I-I can–” 

“Breathe?” He completes with a smile and you slowly nod, tears slipping out of your eyes. 

Jungkook wraps his arms around you comfortingly, his own eyes glossing over as you tremble. The pads of his thumbs come up to cup your face, gently brushing your tears away. 

He rises to his feet, reaching his hand out. You take it within a heartbeat, sniffling as he walks back into the venue with you. 

Your tender gazes occasionally meet, with soft smiles being exchanged. 

A sharp scream pierces through the air.

The two of you whirl around in an instant, noticing Aera's mother stepping out of the room in the frenzy.

“What happened?” You immediately ask, watching the woman’s shake her head frantically. 

She doesn’t answer you, too caught up in her own thoughts, “Oh, it’s terrible, so, so terrible–”

You frown, but Jungkook tugs on you, eyes staring straight into the room that she had left.

Stepping next to him, your eyes transfixed into horror.

Aera stands in the middle of the room, with Sunoo by her side – a plethora of tiger flowers and tulips surrounding the two of them. 

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Break my Walls Pt. 8

Genre: A/B/O, Poly BTS and Reader

Warnings: angst, eventual smut, slow burn, fluff, polyamorous relationship, sexual themes.

If you’re not 18+ please, do not interact.

As always, my works do not represent BTS in any way, this is purely a work of fiction.

Part 7

Y/N’s POV

The sun streaming through my curtains wakes me from my restless slumber filled with memories and pain. My face puffy from crying, the tears finally dried. Sitting up I notice my nest has shifted from the tossing and turning all night. Slowly fixing the blankets and nest’s sides I worry about the day ahead. Not wanting to leave the cozy warmth I’ve created. Sighing, I head to the bathroom to wash the remains of the night off. I quickly complete my morning routine, dressing in a haste. It’s almost 7 am, and there’s hungry packs to feed. My mind drifts to Chan, if he has accepted a new pack then he will be wearing their colors at the celebration brunch. My hand lingers on the purple dress in my closet, a pang in my heart cutting through the numbness. Grabbing a beige flowered dress, I finish getting ready, making my way to the door. Opening the door and stepping out, I am startled to find a body resting against the doorframe.

“Yoongi?” I awaken the sleeping man, “what are you doing here?”

“Keeping watch, making sure you were safe with all of the other packs present” he admitted, a blush rising on his cheeks, “I wasn’t supposed to be here when you woke”

“Why would I need protection?” I narrow my eyes at the fidgeting man.

“In case, you know, we didn’t- we only just found you, we can’t- we don’t want to lose you again, the pack wouldn’t survive” he spoke lowly, avoiding eye contact.

I sigh, pinching my nose and willing myself not to react to his admission.

“Come, I’ll lead you back towards the pack houses, I have to start prepping for brunch so if you’re coming, you best hurry” I mumble walking past him and down the narrow path that I take everyday. He jumps up and follows me quietly, observing just how much I have changed.

“You look tired, did you not sleep well?” He attempts to start a conversation. I hum, continuing on my path to the main living area. The numbness has returned, replacing the aching of my heart. Once the trees begin to clear, revealing the houses, I turn to him.

“I hope you remember where you were staying, this is where I leave you” I say, turning around and beginning to walk away, only to be stopped by a hand on my elbow.

“Thank you, we will see you at brunch?” His eyes shine with hesitation and hope.

“I will be there, I have to be as a cook” I laugh, giving him a small smile.

“Y/N!” Chan’s voice echoes across the lawn. I turn in time to be embraced, losing my footing. Yoongi’s hands shoot up and steady us, taking the majority of the weight.

“Chan!” I scold, the feeling of Yoongi's arms around my waist making me nervous. Chan smiles at Yoongi, greeting him before pulling me away.

"The Omegas are freaking out in the kitchen, you have to be quick." Chan says speedily as I give Yoongi a small wave over my shoulder.

"What is wrong" I ask Chan, getting no response.

When I enter the kitchen I am met with flustered head cooks and a kitchen that is covered with half made meals. The closing of the door startles them, causing them to turn ant look at me.

"Y/N! Please help us, we underestimated how many packs would be staying from finding a new member. Just ask Chan, he joined a pack with two other omegas, and that pack had 5 members already. Our lodging is full to the brim and we don't have enough made!" The chef spoke, pulling at his hair.

"Okay, we just have to work together to finish the dishes you have started, we have plenty of time if we each work on one type of dish. I'll take on the kimchi related dishes, you two work on toast and pancake dishes, you three work on the drinks, and you 2 work on the rice and porridge dishes. Chan can help with grabbing supplies along with Aera. Sound good?" I finish, hearing the agreements of the others when the door opens and Jin steps in, followed by Yoongi.

"We have come to offer our services, we know our way around the kitchen, if you want" Jin speaks hesitantly.

"Help Y/N, she has 6 dishes she is working on with kimchi as the base. I know she can easily handle it, but take some of the stress off of her" Jin and Yoongi nod, moving to wash their hands. My jaw drops at the Alpha being allowed so easily in to help, and an outsider at that. Chef Hana looks at me with a twinkle in her eye before stating how she knows them personally from previous run in's. I sigh and make my way to the sink to wash my hands and put gloves on. Everyone works together seamlessly, chatting amongst themselves now that the stress levels have lowered. Jin takes the kimchi from Aera, distributing it between us for the dishes. We work in silence, brushing arms occasionally and causing my heart to flutter.

As I am chopping some of the vegetables for the meal, Jin clicks his tongue in disapproval. He stands behind me and grabs my hands to guide my chopping. My cheeks flare up as I freeze in his hold, his chest pressed against my back. His breath fans across my ear as he leans in close, whispering to me.

"You'll hurt yourself chopping the vegetables like this" He guides my hands slowly, fully encompassing me. I am convinced he can feel my pulse quickening, no doubt smelling the changes in my scent. I feel him smile against the shell of my ear, his pillow like lips pressing closer. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Yoongi intently staring at us, causing ice to flood my veins and bringing me out of my daze. I pull my hands from his, causing him to step back and mutter a small apology. I nod and make my way from the kitchen and into the walk in freezer to collect myself. In the freezer I see Chef Hana, who give me a knowing look.

"Pack life isn't so bad if you have the right pack, you know." She comments, continuing to search through the shelves.

"I don't need a pack, nor do I want one" I repeat the same phase i have been saying since I arrived, but it feels heavier on my tongue this time. I shake my thoughts away and inform the chef that all of the ingredients and meals are finished, and that I am on my way back to my place until brunch begins in an hour. Exiting the freezer I head towards the door, leaving two confused men by the finished kimchi dishes. It's raining again when I make it outside, looking at the sky I sigh. As I go to walk in the rain back home I don't feel any rain hitting me. Confused, I look up and see an umbrella over my head. I turn and follow the hand to the owner. I lock eyes with Hoseok, who gives me a small smile. Unsure of what to do I just stare at him, watching as he motions for me to walk. I glance up at the rain again, debating on if it is worth leaving the man with the umbrella.

"It's not going to lighten up, let me walk you" He murmurs, gesturing for me to walk again. Seeing that he wasn't going to take no as an answer, I start the trek through the now muddy pathing.

"Where are you going, anyway?" He asks

"Home, until brunch. I finished the dishes that I needed to, so now I am going to relax." I uttered, hoping my voice becomes lost in the wind from the storm as it picks up.

"You can't possibly think you're walking home and back with how this storm is raging." He says in disbelief, "Absolutely not, come." He finishes, pulling me gently by my elbow.

"Being surrounded by your whole pack doesn't sound like a good idea to me." I grumble, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips telling me i wasn't as quiet as I'd hoped.

"Well, feel free to walk in the storm, twice, but if you want to stay dry, you come home with me" He smirked, pleased with the double meaning his words held.

"Don't you have to go get Yoongi and Seokjin from the pack house?" I attempt to change his mind.

"Of course, after you're safe in our lodging that the pack provided us with. Speaking of pack, why did you wear Jisoo's colors, and don't give me the line that 'it's so others stay away from you' you wouldn't have come if that was the case" Hoseok spoke, seeing through you.

"Does it matter" I respond

"Well, no, but I'd like to know if I am correct" He continued to push for an answer.

"I've been with them long enough that I am basically pack, without the pressure of being pack." I say, not looking at him.

"Can I ask you another question?" He implores

"You're going to anyway" I roll my eyes, knowing him well enough that this is the start of the questions.

"Did you think of us when we were gone" He speaks softly. I hesitate to answer, my heart throbbing with the ache his pack always brings.

"Yes, hard not to"

"Did you, um, dream of us?"

"Dream?" I repeat, in question glancing at the tall man. He appeared nervous, as if my answer may break him. "I did, lot's of things trigger memories here, but some dreams were a nice escape from the pain of rejection." I say honestly, before stopping and realizing what I just admitted.

"Rejection" He repeats, looking heartbroken.

"Why are we having this conversation, Hoseok?" I ask him, watching a triad of emotions pass across his face.

"You know why." He responds, staring into my soul.

"I don't, you and your pack confuse me. I hardly know you, its been years, people change." I explain, wondering if I should stop having this conversation.

"We aren't letting you go again. We want you to join our pack, complete our pack. We can't survive without you." He admits, his eyes staying locked on mine.

"No" I say, turning to leave as my heart breaks at my own words. This pack will be the end of me, all of the emotions I had buried deep are unraveling in just two days. An arm around my waist stops me, but its not Hoseok. I look up and lock eyes with Namjoon, his face showing displeasure.

"Do not go into the rain because you're upset, you don't want to get sick, do you?" He says, his eyebrows pulled together at the sour my scent takes on.

"Why does it even matter to you, I don't want a pack, I made that clear" I speak slowly

"Then don't be pack, be like you are with Jisoo, just with us. Let us love you until you can love us" Namjoon counters, digging into my wounds. Feeling the hurt they had caused all those years ago bubbling at the surface. I pull out of his arms, feeling the rain hitting my body.

“I don’t need a pack, I don’t need an Alpha, I don’t need any Omegas, and I most certainly don’t need you. All packs do is control you and I have had enough of being controlled.” I fired at him, shaking with anger. He took a step closer to me, his scent betraying his words.

Hoseok steps closer to me, putting the umbrella back over my head, but unable to fully cover me as the rain rages around us.

“Don't do this. What you said is a mask to hide the truth. You put up this wall, when you desperately want to let us in. Stop lying to us, stop lying to yourself” he said, eyes full of hurt and rejection. Namjoon steps on the other side, shielding by back from the onslaught of rain, sacrificing his dry shirt.

“You can’t live without love.” He said, his eyes showing an unknown emotion, scent thick with compassion and longing. "You can't continue to live like this, your omega won't survive."

I shake my head, not liking that he was right. I haven't had a regular heat in a full year. Namjoon takes my silence as understanding, grabbing my tightly closed fists and slowly unraveling them. I take a step back from the alphas, feeling my head clearing up.

"Let's go inside, dry off" Namjoon tells us, leaving no room for arguement.

As I follow the alphas into their house, I can't help but wonder why they are trying so hard. Was Kang still alive, was he mad I found a home? Are they still working with him? I know they denied any involvement with him, but they came out of nowhere. What is their goal?

Taglist open

@braveangel777 @minjianhyung @kiki-zb @svnbangtansworld @m00njinnie @thelilbutifulthings @danielle143 @borahaetelevision @kimsaerom @dachshunddame

#bts ot7 #jeon jungkook #jung hoseok #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #kim taehyung #min yoongi #park jimin #bts #a/b/o dynamics

[shinestarhwaa]

SUPER LADY || YEH SHUHUA

My comeback as a (G)I-DLE writer :) this is especially for my bratty darling aera who needs a mommy to shut her tf up (in a loving way<3 teehee)

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Shuhua x Fem reader

Word Count: 1.6K

Tags/Warnings: Established relationshipn dirty language, fxf, mommy!shuhua, cunnilingus, fingering, thighspanking, mild choking, namecalling, light bondage, Shu kinda steps on reader a few times, scissoring, squirting

Taglist: @anyamaris @a-soft-hornytiny @whatudowhennooneseesyou @wooyoungmybelovedhusband @pyeonghongrie-main @woosanbby @dreamlesswonder86 @changbinslovelylegs @jonghostie @lovjensoo @1-800-shedevil @mjyungi @bratty-tingz @sugarnspice630 @stardragongalaxy @bro-atz @wisejudgedragonhairdo @mingisg00dgirl @wh0re4yunsangho

ENJOY!

You're well aware that you had been teasing Shuhua all night long. If there's one thing she hates it was getting teased and riled up in front of her friends 'cause she finds it so hard to hold back.

She has been giving you lusty glares from across the room as you were nearly flashing your entire chest the way you bend over to fix your heels. You could never keep it classy at a classy party anyways.

It didn't take long before Shuhua announced your departure together. She nearly shoved you into the back of the uber, your breath hitching in your throat when you felt her nails dig into the delicate skin of your thigh. "You knew very well what you were doing, weren't you?"

The mischievous look on your face made her blood boil and eyes roll. "You're gonna pay for that. Don't fucking show off your chest on a party," she harshly whispers underneath her breath.

You smirk and look down on your own chest and you weren't gonna lie; the girls were looking good. They look so prominent in this dress and that's why Shuhua didn't want you to wear it to your friends' party to begin with, but as the brat that you are you couldn't help it.

Her hand slides under the fabric of your dress, cupping your already wet crotch. A sly smirk plays on her lips as her hand moves around, spreading the wetness. You look at the driver in the front, who seems to not notice a single thing of what is going on in the back of his cab.

Shuhua's fingers enter your panties and rub along your folds, making you bite your lip. You feel her fingertips press and rub on your sensitive clit and you muffle a whine with the palm of your hand.

"Shu, please," you whine. "It's mommy for you," she states firmly as she rubs your clit in circular motions. "Y-yes, mommy," you whisper, body twitching in exitement. The cab arrives at your apartment and Shuhua quickly hands him some money before exiting the car and rushing into the apartment

She pushes you up against the wall as soon as you're inside the hallway. Shuhua's hand slid up to your throat and squeezes it slightly. "You're only just a little whore, aren't you?" She curses, licking her lips.

"Fuck, yeah, a whore for you, Shu, Mommy, please," you beg as you slide your panties down, kicking them off your feet. They land somewhere you couldn't see because Shuhua already pulls you to the bedroom by your arm, her grip on you being quite rough. She takes off your heels and unzips your dress and helps you take it off, leaving you completely naked.

"On your knees, slut," she orders, and you quickly obey. You sit down on your knees in front of her and look up into her eyes. She's still fully dressed in her gorgeous green evening gown with matching high heels that were to die for.

''I know you're expecting for me to fuck you, but you've been bad and fucking is a reward for being good, don't you think? You'll have to prove yourself now if you want me to fuck you.'' You whine and pout, trying to create some sort of guilt-feeling within your girlfriend but she doesn't budge. ''Hands behind your back,'' she says. You obey her and she knees down with a silky rope from the closet in her hands, tying your hands together.

''You're gonna be a good girl for mommy now baby, won't you?''

When you don't reply fast enough Shuhua rolls her eyes and lifts up her heel, putting it down on your thigh. ''You're such a slut. Did you lose your tongue, doll?'' ''N-No ma'am,'' you winced. She nudges between your thighs with the front of her heel, commanding you to open your legs. As soon as you spread your legs she presses the heel right on your clit, making you whine out.

You gulp as you look her in the eye. She presses down a few more times to test your reaction. ''Look at you slut,'' she scoffs when you buck your hips forward, trying to get some friction. ''You're so wet for me, aren't you? I can see your slick on my heel,'' she smirks. ''Y-Yes mommy, can't help it,'' you whine, ''I love it when you use me. Please use me more, Give me your pussy, I'll be so good, I'll eat it so good!'' you beg, rutting your crotch against the leather heels.

''Hmm, fine,'' she decides, pulling away from you. She kicks off her heels and sits on the edge of the bed with her legs spread wide. You have a perfect view of her cunt through the large slit in her dress. To your surprise she wasn't wearing any panties and it makes your mouth water. ''Go ahead then,'' she says, pulling your head between your thighs.

You dive straight inbetween her legs, sliding your tongue between her slick folds. ''Mmh, you taste so perfect mommy,'' you moan out. Your tongue zigzags up and down to rile her up the way she likes it and then circles around her clit, not touching it just yet. ''Are you fucking teasing me, slut? You know better than that,'' she hisses, throwing her head back.

Shuhua moans when you dip your tongue into her hole, slowly fucking in and out and savouring her juices. She runs her hand through her hair and slides it down to her breast, fondling it before pulling it out of her dress. You look up at her as you fuck her pussy with your tongue, eyeing her heavenly breasts.

Eagerly, you started to lick and suck harshly at her clit, earning louder moans from Shuhua. ''Fuck, that's it my little whore, that's it!'' Your pussy aches so much, throbbing as you get hornier by the minute. Her pussy starts to get wetter and it clenches hard a few times and then she comes undone on your tongue with a loud moan. She pants heavily as you ride out your girlfriends' orgasm.

''That's a good whore... Get on the bed now.''

As you get on the bed she gets up and takes off her dress, showing off her naked body now. You sit on your knees and wait for her to untie the rope on your wrists. When she's done taking the rope off you lay down against the pillows with your lead spread wide for her.

She spreads your pussy apart with her fingers and looks at it as if she's inspecting it. ''You've got such a slutty little wet cunt babygirl,'' she smirks, ''you'll take mommy's fingers well right? If you take them well I'll fuck you.''

You nod eagerly and spread your legs even wider if you could, to which she laughs. She slips two fingers deep inside you. They glide in so easily, Shuhua notices and it makes her wonder if you've ever been this wet for her before. Her fingers slowly pump in and out of your sopping wet cunt, making a sinful squelching noise.

Shuhua moves her fingers faster gradually and makes you moan loudly when she hits your sensitive spots. ''Fuck, mommy! That feels so good!'' You whine out. Shuhua smirks and fucks them even faster and deeper into your core. ''Good girl... See, you can be good for me,'' she says, showing no mercy on your cunt.

''You seem more sensitive than usual, babydoll,'' she mentions as she rubs your clit quickly. You cry out and nodd, ''I feel it too mommy, oh my God, I'm so wet and needy for you, please, please fuck me I can't wait any longer!''

''Cum on my fingers for me and I'll fuck you, okay baby? Come on, you're my little slut, you can come for me hm?''

She rubs your clit at a fast pace as she slaps your thighs, earning louder whines and moans from you. Before you know it your orgasm washes over you and you come undone on her fingers, body spasming and squirming as she rides out your orgasm.

''Good girl,'' she smirks, pulling her fingers from you and licking them off. She then aligns her wet pussy with yours, throwing one of your legs over her shoulder. She holds onto your calf as she lightly bites into it while she rubs her pussy against yours slowly.

''You fucking like that, don't you?'' she smirks as she teases you. You whine and slide your hands up her defined thighs. ''Please, mommy, fuck me, fuck me harder, make a mess of me!''

She smirks and moves faster, rubbing your clits together, resulting in you becoming an absolute moaning mess. Shuhua is less vocal than you are but she still cannot bite back her grunts and moans as she rubs your pussies together. You on the other hand let out all the most sinful noises you can produce as you let her rock you into the new world.

''Mommy, I'm not gonna last, it's too good, mommy's pussy is too good!'' You cry. ''Come for me darling, come hard for me, you can do that right? Mommy's gonna come for you too, gonna fucking come all over you, squirt all over your pussy, you'd like that wouldn't you?'' she breathes out.

You can't form a proper sentence anymore and just moan loudly as you come for her, body trembling with pleasure. It doesn't take long before Shuhua comes as well, rubbing her clit hard against yours and squirting out her arousal onto your lower body.

She slowly stops grinding on you and caresses your cheek. ''That's a good girl for mommy... How much more can you take?''

#kpop #shinestarhwaa #smut #gidle #(g)i-dle #yeh shuhua #shuhua #shuhua x reader #requests

[lifessoshortandsoami]

Kiss

August 2013

The room was dimly lit by the moonlight shining through the small window, with just enough light to make out six sleeping boys.

A 15-year-old boy sat on the upper bunk bed, helping a 14-year-old girl up after holding her hands and pulling her up.

"Let me sleep by the wall, I might fall if I sleep on this side."

"What if I fall if I sleep on the outer side? Huh?"

"Oppa, you know you sleep like a rock." The girl replied with a quiet giggle.

Jungkook rolled his eyes and shifted to give Aera space, she crawled and settled herself beside the wall. The bed was enough for both of them, both of them being quite thin and the girl being small.

"You should sleep on your bed. If you keep sleeping beside me then it will become a habit and then without me you'll not be able to fall asleep."

"What do you mean without you?" Aera raised an eyebrow after laying down and shifting her body to face him. "You'll always be there with me, won't you?"

Jungkook followed her actions, "I will, but you never know what the future holds."

"We write our future. So, if you and I would like to be beside each other even in the future, nothing will be able to stop us." She gave him a superior grin, feeling proud of her inspiring words.

Jungkook looked at her with an awkward smile, cringing at her words and letting out a sigh to suppress his emotions.

Aera chuckled at his expression.

"You need to stop with these sentences which you think are inspirational. It just makes me cringe." He said while playfully pushing her towards the wall, creating distance between their bodies.

Giggling, Aera removed his hand from her shoulder which was pushing her, and pulled the blanket above her. Jungkook instantly joined her.

A comfortable silence fell between them, with the occasional sounds of Namjoon's snores and their breathing.

"What is it?" Said Jungkook without opening his eyes when he felt someone poking his cheek.

"Do you know what it feels like?" Came her timid voice.

Jungkook instantly opened his eyes, getting confused at the change in her tone. "What?"

"Kiss?"

His eyes widened for a second before convincing himself that she must've meant a cheek kiss. Of course, nothing else.

"You've been kissed on the cheek multiple times. Why're you asking?"

"No, I meant... Kiss on lips."

His breath hitched and he shifted his eyes to look at her, staring back at him with innocent curiosity.

"I don't know, I've never kissed."

Time passed with them just staring at each other, after a while Jungkook seemed to have come out of his shock.

"Do you wanna experience it?" He asked the girl who was gently chewing her bottom lip, a habit of hers he had noticed quite often.

Aera nodded, staying still even when he came closer to her face, slowly. Very slowly. As if he was waiting for her to tell him to stop.

She never did.

So he asked her, "Can I kiss you?"

He started moving closer after receiving a nod. Slowly getting close enough that their lips were an inch apart. He noticed Aera closing her eyes so he did the same and pressed their lips together.

There were no sparks, but what they both felt was something beyond that. In that kiss was the sweetness of their relationship, a million loving thoughts condensed into a moment.

It was pure.

He felt her soft, pillowy lips molding perfectly against his. There were no movements, just them pressing their lips together. Unconsciously, his hand reached out to hold her small one.

After a while, they both pulled away. Eyes still closed and hands still intertwined. Slowly, Aera opened her eyes to look at Jungkook, who was already looking back at her with his eyes holding an emotion she couldn't depict.

Her lips unconsciously held a small smile, which Jungkook mirrored. His thumb caressed the back of her hand lovingly.

A few moments later, Aera's eyes started feeling heavy. They closed without her realizing it, and she drifted off to dreamless slumber.

Not feeling sleepy yet, Jungkook watched as her breathing slowed down to a regular rhythm. His fingers enclosed her hand and he slowly put it on the side of his face, slightly caressing his face with her thumb.

Just like the girl, he also felt his eyes getting heavy. He didn't want to sleep though, he didn't want to look away from the girl who was sleeping peacefully beside him. But to his dismay, his eyes closed and he also drifted off to unconsciousness.

#bts #bts jungkook #jungkook #bts 8th member #bts fanfic #bts rm #jungkook fanfic #fanfiction #jungkook x reader #jungkook x oc #kiss #first kiss #bts fanfction #bts fic #fanfic #jungkook fic #fiction #fan fiction #jungkook fan fiction #Spotify

[seosjoon]

The seasons were changing, and everyone covered head to toe preventing any cold breeze from invading their natural warmth; Phoenix adjusted his cashmere scarf gifted by his sister, softer than he could ever imagine, while he made his way towards the busy halls of Devotion. "Wednesday." A simple greeting between the two, Phoenix wouldn't dare bother the woman while she was at work. He would never admit how terrified he was of her when her anger boiled over. "Oh, Princess Aera, I know you're somewhere in this mess of clothing." He pointed towards the famous attire that Arthur had created for Devotion, strolling around the area as he stuffed his face with complimentary treats. "I'll talk and you can listen." Phoenix refused to do business with those of Devotion, but today seemed a little different. "A woman by the name of Caroline approached me about something very interesting. It's about her daughter? Lane? Rose? Rosie-lane was her name which is quite the name." His fingers ran over the expensive attire, counting each special stitch as he continued to speak. "She talked about how she would love to speak to her daughter again. I told her that I would speak to a person who was acquainted with her and it seems you were the last person to speak to her before she was gutted in the middle of the townhall." Phoenix wanted answers before he went ahead with an unreasonable request. He found this year's Eve to be mediocre, no one was dying or pleading to be set free. t was too normal for him. "What did you know about her? Do we know who killed her?"

#ahe: phoenix #phoenix x aera

[reflections-in-a-critical-eye]

Jimin will be on the cover of AERA, shot by Mika Ninagawa.

I first discovered her through a drama series she created called Followers. The show was also picked up by Netflix. I do recommend watching it, it's partly inspired by her life as a photographer and her aesthetic comes through in the series as well.

She has a very distinctive signature, slightly artificial and stylized, using bright colors with flowers as a recurrent motif.

Here are a few examples of her work. I'm actually more excited about this photoshoot for Jimin than any other magazine cover at this point. I was really hoping he would get to work with a photographer with a recognizable style and Ninagawa is such a good choice.

And the trailer for Followers.

#jimin #jimin aera #jimin magazine cover #mika ninagawa #Youtube

[thelargefrye]

˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ — HUSBAND MONTAGE LORE.

THE ARTIST — an upcoming artist who often gets commissioned to do paintings. sometimes she will take jobs in illustrating children’s storybooks. is best known for illustrating the character “sharky” and his adventures on land. in 2024, she held her first gallery called “the stages of eve, psyche, and the bluebeard’s wife.”

NCT HER — mostly known in korea as being a part of sm’s group, nct, she is also well known in japan for her acting. going under the stage name nct her, she debuted in 2016 as a soloist and in the units nct u, nct dream, and eventually nct 127.

THE INDIE DEVELOPER — known for popular indie horror game turned franchise "odd eye club." she's been creating video games since she was a teenager in 2016 and continued to make them even into adulthood. "odd eye club" has been turned into a multimedia story that has gained a rather strong following since its release in 2018. in 2022, she created her own game publishing company called "freight punch" in order to help other indie game developers be recognized.

THE FASHION STUDENT — originally a fashion student studying in korea. she would be offer an opportunity to study at a high-end fashion school in tokyo for two years. after she graduates, she would return to korea and start a fashion brand called 'aera's' a few years later. ateez's yeosang is often seen wearing the brand and was also named as the face of it in 2027.

THE WANNABE AUTHOR — originally came to korea to study aboard, but fell in love with the place. she would eventually move back after graduating. she has always wanted to be an author and had been working on a novel for years before it was published. while staying in korea, she worked at kq ent. as a staff member for the creative director team. around 2025, she was assigned as a lead creator for kq's girl group, rookie.

THE WEBTOONIST — creator of the popular horror webtoon 'the red sun' which is known for its gory images and monsters. she is known as a homebody and is best known for the cat head mask she wears whenever she makes public appearances to hide her identity. in 2023, she started a new isekai webtoon series titled 'idealism' which has seemingly reached the same success as her previous webtoon.

GIDLE’S DAZZLING MEMBER — a member of the popular girl group gidle. she is the group's main dancer and lead vocalist. she earned her nickname "dazzling gem" from her members as she has been noted to be basically an ace in all departments of being an idol. she is also credited for creating the dances for some of her group's songs like "oh my god," "tomboy," and "queencard."

THE PRODUCER — known more professional as "princex," she has been producing and writing music since 2015. she has been credited for a lot of popular songs in k-pop. she is mostly known for creating the song "move" by taemin which is really what helped skyrocket her career. sometime in 2019, she would sign with kq entertainment as both a producer and artist. from here she would help create a lot of ateez's songs.

please note that anything here is subject to change as i continue to write for this au and the characters!

#husband montage. #ateez x reader #ateez imagines #ateez headcanons #ateez dad au #ateez blurbs

[rikihasthebestsmile]

Let’s play a game

Sooooo

Today the Hate’s Love SMAU’ s first chapter will be posted and I’m still writing the requests for the 130 followers event ;)

Buuuuttt I want to write another SMAU! So I was thinking about posting here some drafts I have and you guys will decide!

After reading the summary for each SMAU please comment/reblog/send ask with the name of the SMAU/the name of the idol it is on that you want me to write!

The SMAU with the majority of votes will win!

START

Ice Prince • Park Sunghoon

Summary: Yang Yn is the new arrived at HYBE college, the same college as her younger brother, Jungwon, and his friends. The HYBE college is famous for being one of the few colleges with an Ice Skating club who’s star is Park Sunghoon, Yn new deskmate.

Or

Where Yang Yn becomes the manager of the HYBE college’s Ice Skating club.

Undercover • Nishimura Riki

Summary: Yn has been and engene since their debut, Ni-Ki biased, so she was there to witness the slow changes in Ni-Ki’s behavior…Sure, he was growing up but she was sure that the changes were caused by the many insults he constantly received. So she created a fan account to show her support, but what if Ni-Ki had a secret fan account too and accidentally came across hers? And what if Yn has a secret too?

TOP SECRET • Lee Heeseung

Summary: Kim Yn is a famous detective in Seoul’s police, she never filed any case that arrived on her desk. But what is going to happen when her boss tells her to go undercover with Lee Heeseung, another detective? And what if everything they believed in slowly goes into pieces?

(^will have many written parts)

Stolen Love • Lee Know

Synopsis: Bang Yn and Lee Minho were the perfect couple in all their college, just two sweethearts who fell in love with each other, so why Yn suddenly breaks up with Minho to go back in Australia? No one knew the answer. Now, three years later, she’s back in her city but she has a someone else with her: her daughter, Aera, Minho’s daughter. What’s going to happen when her ex applies to be Aera’s babysitter?

Fallen Angel • Nishimura Riki

Summary: Nishimura Riki was known in all the Celestial Realm for his beauty, never had the realm saw such a beautiful angel. But one day he suddenly wakes up in the mortal realm without the memory of…2 years. He needs to discover what happened in this two years with the help of some people who define themselves as his old friends with the help of the only thing he remembers, a name: Park Yn.

PAUSE ||

Comment/reblog/send ask with the name of the SMAU that you want to read!

The SMAU with the majority of votes will win!

You can vote till: (date to be decided, vote now!)

GAME OVER ☠︎︎

The voting is now officially closed! Here is the winner and the classification:

1. 🜲 Stolen Love {Lee Know SMAU} 4 votes

2. Fallen Angel {Ni-Ki} 2 votes

3. Ice Prince {Sunghoon} 1 vote

4. Undercover {Ni-ki}/Top Secret {Heeseung} 0 votes

And this is it! The winner is our dear Lee Know! Let me know if you want to be a part of the taglist for this SMAU with an ask <3!

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to @tamedflame with ♡

     the night of the blood moon is an event that had aera excited not because of the perspective of having her bending abilities enhanced before they're taken away from them during the night but because the night of the black moon means a beautiful dinner and an even more beautiful garden party. aera herself has always been more of a social butterfly than a wallflower so it's given that she'd love any events that involved socializing with other houses, going around greeting lords, ladies and lieges that she doesn't have much of an opportunity in other scenarios, besides interacting with her own friends of course, having the chance to see them in a much more formal attire and therefore in a much prettier version of them than she normally would.

     even though that isn't the case for chanyul since she was assigned as one of his healers — most likely due to their proximity when they were younger —, aera is still excited to see her old friend in the party. she's on her second glass of wine, barely started sipping on it but there's already a healthy flush to her cheeks and she can feel a different kind of euphoria filling her chest, one that made her tongue a little more loose even if not enough to cause a scene, just enough to create some fun memories that she might or might not feel embarrassed about the next day.

     " your grace . " even tipsy, aera still remembers her manners when greeting the prince. as soon as that formality is done with, it's obvious how she changes to a more friendly and relaxed posture; one that suits the kind of friendship a little better. of course that they aren't as close as they were back when they were kids, still somewhat trying to find how to navigate their friendship again but it doesn't mean that they aren't trying, that by each interaction that they have, they don't get a little closer than before, even more so when aera found something that they could bond over.

     " are you enjoying your evening ? " aera asks, half genuinely curious and half wanting to find an opening to what she actually wants to talk about. " mine just started so i can't be too sure , however my morning was simply lovely . " she can't help the giggles that escape from her lips at the end of her words simply from remembering what exactly happened for her to feel that her morning was that blessed. " did you see commander zhao ? " she asks however doesn't really wait for an answer, reaching out to hold onto chanyul's sleeve like an overexcited child retelling how she got extra dessert after dinner. " he had the prettiest smile today , so much so i'm sure even the sun felt dazzled by its brilliance . "

#rs.bloodmoon #tamedflame #✧ 최애라 : writing . #✧ ft : chanyul . #jiyu blessing their morning with the prettiest smile 🙏 #not my best work i'm sorry 😭

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LGC GIRLS JAPAN MISSION 005

SCHEDULE TYPE: VARIABLE GIG SCHEDULE RESTRICTIONS: please check your individual WINTER MISSIONS for details on restrictions. Unless stated otherwise, participants are still expected to take part in their CAREER MISSION

early morning on JANUARY 15, KIM HYUNCHEOL is already waiting for the girls in the meeting room as they come in. when everybody has found a place, the man finally speaks: "good morning. i hope you had time to rest since the last concert of your tour and that this has been a good learning experience for you all. this will be our last meeting for this round of promotions of LGC GIRLS JAPAN. to neatly tie up your activities, you will be filming the third season of LGC CHARMS JAPAN"

GUESTS

with the departure of YANG AERA, the group now only has 4 members. the company has therefore decided that this season will have GUEST TRAINEES (criteria: female trainees with a minimum of 50 japanese points):

@lgcxmimi: episode 3 & 4

@lgcxsarang: episode 1 & 2

@lgcasami: episode 5 & 6

CONTENT

the theme of this season is 'WHEN IN JAPAN'. meaning that throughout various episodes, the girls will be experiencing different areas of japanese culture. episodes 1 to 4 will be filmed in korea, while episode 5 to 8 will be filmed in japan. filming schedules will depend on the participants availabilities. usually 2 episodes are filmed in a day, for a total of 4 days of filming or the entire season.

just like during the previous season, each episode will be 20 minutes long and the comedian duo, NON STYLE, will act as the show's hosts. while the filming date are specified, airing dates are to be announced:

EPISODE 1 & 2 [ guest kang sarang ]: show introduction and guest introduction. participants will be tested on various aspect of the japanese language, from writing abilities testing given to children grade 1 through 6, to completing and guessing idioms. at the end of episode 2, a master calligrapher will demonstrate his craft and teach some to the girls.

EPISODE 3 & 4 [ guest hirawa emi ]: guest introduction. the four members will have to cook three japanese dishes (omurice, hambagu and korroke) WITHOUT a recipe. NON STYLE and EMI will act as commentator and dish taster, in the format of MASTERCHEF, and decide of a winner for each dishes. at the end of episode 4, a master at fish filleting will demonstrate the sanmai oroshi technique and teach the basics to the girls

EPISODE 5 & 6 [ guest takanashi asami ]: guest introduction. the girls are blindfolded and taken to a WRESTLING MATCH. after the match, the girls get to meet FEMALE WRESTLERS who demonstrates and teach them several moves. they are then tasked with creating their own wrestling costumes and personas, and finally, participate in a (choreographed) free for all wrestling match against each other.

EPISODE 7 & 8: for the last two episodes, rather than the usual variety format hosted by NON STYLE, the 4 girls are sent to HAKONE KOWAYAKIEN YUNESSUN to enjoy themselves and try exclusive activities such as   their coffee and wine baths and regional dishes.

REQUIREMENTS

CHARMS JAPAN 3: write a 4 replies (minimum 8 lines) with another participant about anything happening while the cameras are rolling or behind the scenes on the set. completing this will earn you +4 FREE SKILL POINTS and +4 NOTORIETY TO DISTRIBUTE ANYWHERE ! ** can be done twice by members of lgc girls japan, and only once by guests **

make sure to use the hashtag lgc:lgcgirlsjapan for all of the tasks. you have until MARCH 30, 2024 at 11:59PM EDT to complete the requirements and validate your points. please submit the following form ONCE on the points blog.

MUSE NAME ∙ LGC GIRLS JAPAN 005  - CHARMS JAPAN 3: +4 ( skill points distribution ), +4 notoriety  [ LINK ]

#lgc:event #lgc:lgcgirlsjapan #lgc:q12024

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☃️ HOLIDAY RAFFLE 🎁 Ends on 24th December

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To join, go to my youtube.

What's the raffle?

In this raffle I will turn your fics into a Visual Novel-like video (That I've been making recently) since it's holiday season I'm pretty sure you guys have some sweet HL fics in your minds. ^_^

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• Your story will be made into a Visual Novel Video and uploaded on this channel.

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• If you feel like your story shouldn't be made into a video and uploaded on this channel, then please don't join.

• No "take it down, because you're using my story. " requests allowed. (I see some people doing this. After a while, they will start a fight saying that you're using their content, but they're the one who give permission first 🤷🏻‍♀️, then revoke that permission. This will wrongfully affect me too, because I put in a significant amount of work in making the vids.) If you think you might do that in the future, then please don't join.

• Long story short, I just want to have fun with you guys, make good friends, and avoid drama.

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I'm sooo looking forward to giving you your Visual Novel Vids during Christmas! I am gonna be the Santa bearing your gift🧑‍🎄 LOL!

~ Merry Christmas!

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fandom #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #raffle

[zapphireblack-mva]

First ever tumblr post. This is what this man does to me!

Anyways, I’m just here to express a “little” headcanon that i have on ffxv… Who am i kiding? It’s basically a headcanon plot/world.

Let’s just say that, when I’m deep into the pretty dark rabbit hole that’s this man’s fandom, and i want to go to a happy place where he is… well, in better emocional and mental condition… i imagine this (sorry for any mistakes, inglish isn’t my first lenguaje):

Somnus didn’t kill anyone, and he was an actually nice fella. Both him and his brother, along with Aera, eventually noticed that Ardyn would live longer than most humans (probably joking around during a really holesome whine drinking night).

The thing is, our lovely redhead didn’t really wan’t to be king. Don’t get him wrong, he wanted to help people in the best way he could (wich he considered to be: travelling as he had been doing and helping with the scourge). And he couldn’t do that while also taking proper care of his royal responsabilities. So, at one point (that i still haven’t fully imagined) he convinces Somnus to take his role as heir, under one condition: Ardyn will stay by his family’s side, becoming an advisor and protector to the future generations of his younger brother’s progeny. Of course the eldest, being a family man at heart, accepts and continues his labor.

As the years pass, he becomes more bitter (and a lot like the man we know from the games), the countless loses a heavy weight in his soul. But he keeps his promise, seeing it as honouring his brother’s will and mantaining a proppouse during his seemingly endless life. All of the heirs come to know him as an “uncle” and hear the story. So that’s also the case with Regis and, of course, Noctis. The last one looks a lot more like Somnus than most of his ancestors and, a little because of that and a little because of his personality and his insistance on following him around, they form a deep bond. This brings Ardyn closer to the man he was before, and also creates some pretty wholesome momments that i might or might not write as oneshots.

Sooooo… yeah. That’s my little story/headcanon world. I hope i don’t forget to keep posting. Tell me what you think! Farewell!

#ffxv ardyn #ardyn izunia #ardyn lucis caelum #ff15 ardyn #ardyn x aera #somnus #noctis lucis caelum #ffxv noctis #ff15 noctis #imagine #headcanon #ffxv headcanons #ff15 headcanons #ff15 imagines #ffxv imagines #ffxv #ff15 #aera #aera mirus fleuret #final fantasy #final fantasy xv #good!ardyn #good ardyn

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♥ Introducing King Jaehyun's family! ♥

Jung Yoonoh Jaehyun, King Jaehyun

Our Queen Aera's soulmate and to our King Jaehyun, Aera will always be his greatest and forever love

but at the same time, she is his greatest sorrow

Jaehyun is, and has always been lucky that he had support from the people he loves - he received helping hands on raising his 6 kids, the people who helped him has been personally approached by Aera herself, back when she was still in Wonderland

Aera and Jaehyun are like star-crossed lovers, circumstances doesn't allow them to be together

honestly, Jaehyun doesn't take it well for like a few years - according to the Neo royal housemaids and royal knights, whenever they walked passed King Jaehyun's room, there are days that they could hear muffled cries and other days they would hear objects being thrown here and there followed by loud screams of frustration.

everyone kind of knew what or whom made him all crazy and thank goodness the children weren't in the palace during these days - those days were called as 'one of those nights' by Jaehyun

and those nights continued until his condition got worse with Jaehyun falling really sick and somehow his 'vampire' side out of nowhere came alive which was him craving for blood so bad for unknown reason

hence he unknowingly drank blood of the royal housemaids in result of killing them - as traumatizing as this sounds, the twins Jinyoung and Junyoung who were just 16, kind of figured out what their father has been going through after noticing more royal housemaids going missing

with the help of the twins along with Aeria as the older sister guided them with the studies of healing from cosmic energy, as well Jia's cordial, Jaehyun finally felt much better - receiving the positive energy thanks to the his children

fast forward, because of that incident, Jaehyun felt guilty of what he has done at the same time, he felt like he made Aera and the kids disappointed - so he decided to do what Aera has always been doing, even when she settled down

which was to help the people all around Wonderland who are suffering with different issues, hence Jaehyun brings along with the eldest two of the Jung siblings to help settle issues that was occuring in Wonderland - they sail all around Wonderland and went to wars (and this was after defeating the great battle of the Ice Warlock)

and also, with the help of his brothers - mainly Yuta, Winwin, Lucas, Renjun, Jeno and Jaemin, he set up a business & law firm known as JUNG Corporation.

The company provides services regarding accounting and consultations, providing assistance to the ones in need regarding healthcare and education.

♥ Jung Junwon Peter

Jung Junwon Peter, well-known as both Prince Peter and Prince Junwon, is a remarkable young man with a striking appearance and a sense of responsibility beyond his years. As the firstborn son of King Jaehyun and Queen Aera, he carries the weight of expectations and the role of leader for the Jung siblings. At 23 years old, Junwon embodies the title of "golden boy," originally bestowed upon him due to his naturally golden hair, which has since transformed into a slightly dirty blonde shade.

Physically, Junwon is a blend of his parents' features, creating a captivating and unique appearance. While he inherited Jaehyun's eyes initially, over time, they have taken on a resemblance to Aera's, causing confusion even among the other members of the royal family. It is as if Junwon embodies the best qualities of both his parents, both in terms of appearance and strength. He shares his mother's fortitude and his father's determination, which has proven invaluable in his participation in numerous battles alongside his father and sister.

Despite being revered by many as the golden boy, Junwon remains humble and clueless when it comes to matters of the heart. While his good looks may lead others to assume he has been in relationships, the truth is that he is completely inexperienced and often oblivious to romantic advances. His sisters, Aeria and Jia, worry about his lack of knowledge in this area and have taken it upon themselves to offer guidance through personal discussions.

A gentleman and mature man in public, Junwon's true nature shines through when he is with his family. Although he can be a bit rough with his brothers, he deeply cares for them. His softer side emerges when he interacts with his sisters, but it is Jia who holds a special place in his heart. Junwon's affection for Jia is evident, and he finds himself acting like a fool for her.

Brave and adventurous like his mother, Junwon has proven his mettle by fighting in countless battles alongside his father and sister. One particular accomplishment he takes pride in is his involvement in the slaying of the red-eyed alpha king. He once used to be a Mummy's boy, but with Aera's return to Earth, Junwon has found solace and inspiration in looking up to Jaehyun. Despite his mother's absence, Junwon never resents her, believing that she is always watching over him from afar.

While Junwon is initially destined to follow in his father's footsteps as the next crowned prince, his future path remains uncertain. Although he is expected to assume the role, Jaehyun, recognizing his son's potential, encourages him to pursue further studies instead, given his own good health and vitality. As a result, Junwon finds himself in a state of confusion, torn between his duty and his personal aspirations.

♥ Jung Aeria Venusia

Publicly known as both Princess Venusia or Princess Aeria, Jung Aeria Venusia is a captivating and radiant young woman who exudes beauty and possesses extraordinary powers, much like her mother, Queen Aera. As the first daughter of King Jaehyun and Queen Aera, Aeria, at 22 years old, embodies her mother's youthful traits, characterized by her breathtaking appearance and a touch of rebelliousness.

Inheriting her mother's force-field generation ability and cosmic energy, Aeria's powers were no surprise to her family, as Aera had forewarned them of her daughter's unique abilities. Physically, Aeria is a mirror image of her mother during her younger years, which only enhances her allure. However, as she grew older, Aeria also developed a nurturing and motherly nature, taking on the responsibility of caring for her younger siblings, Yoel, Jia, and the twins.

Aeria's childhood was marked by her love for cooking and a fondness for gardening, which showcased her nurturing side and her connection with nature. She stepped into her mother's shoes to provide care and guidance for her siblings, especially during challenging times when her brother Yoel faced difficulties with his home-schooling. A fierce advocate for her brother, Aeria fearlessly confronted the professors in Neo, unknowingly revealing her glowing pink eyes—a testament to her immense power.

Being a spitting image of her mother, Aeria possesses a deep admiration for Aera, which earned her the title of a true Mummy's girl. She constantly looks up to her mother, even during Aera's absence, thanks to the stories shared by their father and the support of their extended family, including the Neo uncles and Morian aunties. Consequently, Aeria harbors no resentment or hatred toward her mother, fostering a deep sense of love and respect.

At the tender age of 14, Aeria experienced a powerful connection with her mother when she managed to communicate with her while Aera was on Earth. However, the strain of channeling such immense power resulted in Aeria falling gravely ill the next day. Determined not to succumb to sadness, Aeria believes that expressing sorrow weakens her powers, a belief reinforced by past experiences when her powers diminished after her first heartbreak involving Prince Jaebeom's son.

Aeria's resemblance to her mother extends beyond her physical appearance, as she has also engaged in battles alongside her older brother and father. However, her powers manifest in a distinctive pinkish glow, setting her apart from Aera's signature red glows. Despite her exceptional abilities and adventures, Aeria has also experienced the ups and downs of teenage romance. She was in a relationship with Prince Jaebeom's son, Lim Leon Juno, which was marked by their on-again, off-again dynamic, becoming the talk of their school before Aeria set sail for other parts of Wonderland, leaving her education behind.

♥ Jung Yoel Evander

Jung Yoel Evander, publicly known both as Prince Evander and Prince Yoel, the second son of King Jaehyun and Queen Aera, possesses a striking resemblance to his mother and holds a unique place within the royal family as the middle child. At 20 years old, Yoel is shy around strangers but maintains impeccable politeness, earning him admiration from royal princesses and girls in general. His demeanor exudes a prince-like quality, characterized by his reserved nature and the ability to speak only when necessary.

While Yoel may be reserved with outsiders, he displays a different side with his own family. Known for his sharp wit and sarcastic comments, he doesn't hesitate to engage in banter or share his opinions. This occasionally leads to stubbornness, especially when clashing with his older brother, Junwon. Yoel possesses his father's deep laughter and the frowns that reflect Jaehyun's contemplative nature.

Yoel plays a vital role as Junwon's right-hand man and has proven himself to be a skilled swordsman, earning the approval of both Junwon and their father, King Jaehyun. During their school days, Yoel would stand by Junwon's side, supporting him in fights that arose due to others mocking the belief in their mother's existence. This unwavering loyalty showcases Yoel's strong bond with his family.

In addition to his familial relationships, Yoel shares a close friendship with Lee Yujin Anaria, the daughter of Taeyong and Aurelia, as well as Moon Taegeun Scorpio, the son of Taeil and Queen Zelenia. His polite and gentlemanly demeanor adds to his charm, reflected in his habit of placing his hands behind his back.

Yoel possesses extensive knowledge of mystical creatures and has a special connection with them. His childhood best friends include a dragon named Green, a gift from Grandma Kim, and a gryphon named Speed, bestowed upon him by Queen Aerina. These mythical creatures have become a significant part of Yoel's life, offering companionship and aid when needed.

Participating only in the great battle against the Ice Warlock and Aerina's royal household, Yoel proved his mettle alongside his older siblings. This battle held immense significance as many of Aerina's citizens from previous generations were lost. Yoel's life was nearly taken during this encounter, saved by Green the dragon and supported by Speed the gryphon, as well as the intervention of the twins. Although injured deeply, Yoel's life was saved through Jia's healing powers and Junyoung's assistance.

However, due to the traumatic experience, King Jaehyun forbid Yoel from returning to the battlefield. Unaware of the true reason behind his father's decision, Yoel believes he is being treated as a child, leading to disagreements between him and Jaehyun. These conflicts further fuel Yoel's desire to prove himself as a capable and independent individual.

Furthermore, Yoel serves as an assistant to Jia in caring for the twins, the sons of King Jaehyun and Queen Aera. This responsibility demonstrates Yoel's nurturing side and his commitment to supporting his family in any way he can.

♥ Jung Jia Valentia

Known as Princess Valentia and Princess Jia, Jung Jia Valentia, the second and youngest daughter of King Jaehyun and Queen Aera, is a 19-year-old with a unique blend of characteristics inherited from both her parents. With a face shape and nose resembling her mother's, Jia holds a special place in Jaehyun's heart, who fondly bops her nose as a child. Her appearance reflects a mixture of both her parents, showcasing their shared traits.

Jia possesses a charming and slightly flirtatious nature, which makes her charismatic and captivating to others. However, she also experiences moments of introversion, becoming more reserved. Her casual demeanor towards everyone often requires Yoel's guidance in matters of royal etiquette.

Compassion and empathy define Jia's character, as she is filled with a deep concern for the well-being of others. She demonstrates a shy nature but displays a boost in confidence when she feels comfortable in her surroundings. Jia is also known to be somewhat sensitive, making her highly attuned to the emotions of those around her.

Faith plays a significant role in Jia's life, particularly when it comes to magic and her belief in her mother's return. Jia vividly dreams about her mother, witnessing Aera surrounded by children. Seeking answers, she visits the Athenian palace to consult her cousin and best friend, Moon Taeri Celeste, daughter of Taeil and Queen Zelenia. Taeri confirms the truth of Jia's dreams, explaining that Aera is currently on Earth but it is not yet time for her to return to Wonderland. This revelation strengthens Jia's faith, and she patiently awaits her mother's eventual return, even if it takes centuries.

Currently on a break after graduating from high school, Jia aspires to assist the royal family while planning to continue her education next year. Her desire leads her to enroll in her Uncle Doyoung's renowned school, where she intends to study astronomy, inspired by her sister, and delve into the studies of magical creatures and magic in general.

Jia's love for animals is boundless, including even the creatures that many dislike, such as snakes, spiders, and insects. She shares a passion for caring for and understanding animals, drawing her towards a future career as a veterinarian. Despite people assuming she would pursue prestigious roles like a royal doctor or high-class jobs, Jia's true calling lies in nurturing and healing the animal kingdom.

Not only is Jia known for her unique appearance, particularly her naturally born orange hair, but she has also gained recognition for her exceptional academic achievements. Throughout her high school years, Jia consistently earned straight A's, establishing a reputation for academic excellence.

♥ Jung Jinyoung Jonah

Jung Jinyoung Jonah, also known as Prince Jonah and Prince Jinyoung, is an 18-year-old fraternal twin to Jung Junyoung Joel, who is known as 'Jinnie' by his twin. With a striking resemblance to his father Jaehyun, Jinyoung carries a blend of Jaehyun's features with a touch of Aera's sharpness. He exudes a bad boy persona, being labeled as the tsundere and mysterious one among the Jung siblings.

Sporting full sleeve tattoos on his arms, Jinyoung intimidates everyone around him, including the royal housemaids. His piercing gaze and perpetually clenched jaw give him an air of unhappiness, leading others to fear his presence. However, behind this façade, Jinyoung is exceptionally observant, often saving the housemaids from potential trouble caused by royal guests, a role they are unaware he fulfills.

The garden holds a special place in Jinyoung's heart, where he finds solace and ease. It was a space he and his siblings once shared, spending time together, having tea, and indulging in gardening activities. Resembling his father, Jinyoung possesses Jaehyun's intense eyes, which can mirror cold gazes and annoyance, much like a viral video of Jaehyun at an airport, enduring fan invasions.

Jinyoung frequently finds himself in trouble with professors, particularly during his time at Neo Palace. He shares a strong dislike for the royal system, knowing that his mother was forced to return home, which fuels his resentment towards the royal family. However, he remains unaware of the circumstances surrounding his mother's departure.

Like his oldest sister and mother, Jinyoung possesses extraordinary powers. Specifically, he wields cosmic energy, similar to his sister Aeria, but his abilities mainly revolve around manipulating others. He possesses formidable telepathic powers, distinguishing him from his older siblings. Jinyoung's reservations with strangers, particularly those from royal families, translate into an indifference towards nobles and royal highnesses, earning him labels such as "rude," "arrogant," and a "heartbreaker."

Currently residing in Athenian Palace, where his uncle Taeil and his family reside, Jinyoung enjoys a break from school. He attends the School of Neo, along with his twin, as members of the House of Aerina. The strained relationship with his father, King Jaehyun, serves as another reason for his stay in Athenian Palace. Jinyoung feels that Jaehyun has been absent during critical moments in his life, though Jaehyun persistently attempts to soothe his son's heart. Interestingly, Jinyoung possesses the power to manipulate his father mentally, adding another layer of complexity to their relationship.

While he may project a rough and closed-hearted exterior, Jinyoung shares a deep bond with his siblings, albeit in his own unique ways. He listens to Grandma Kim, Aeria, and Jia, valuing their guidance. Despite enjoying teasing Jia, he is exceptionally close to her. Additionally, his similarities with Yoel bring them closer, though Yoel embodies a softer personality, contrasting Jinyoung's roughness. Lastly, Jinyoung's twin, Junyoung, holds an irreplaceable place in his life, as Jinyoung cannot imagine a day without his presence.

Ultimately, only those closest to him truly understand Jinyoung's character. Behind the rough exterior lies someone who harbors a deep desire to help those in need, a trait that emerges when given the opportunity to showcase his true nature.

♥ Jung Junyoung Joel

Publicly known as both Prince Joel and Prince Junyoung, JungJunyoung Joel, also affectionately known as "Junnie," is the youngest of the Jung siblings and the younger twin of Jung Jinyoung Jonah. With his bright-colored hair, particularly platinum blonde, Junyoung stands out as the brighter and more carefree twin. In his early years, there were jokes about him being swapped with one of Doyoung's children due to his unique hair color. However, his resemblance to his parents became evident as he grew older, sporting Aera's eyes during infancy, which eventually transformed into a resemblance to Jaehyun.

Known for his fashion sense, Junyoung inherits his father's impeccable style. He is also the more exuberant and boisterous twin, often heard laughing or loudly expressing himself while playing board games or video games with the generals. His infectious laughter and passionate outbursts are reminiscent of Jaehyun to the extent that Neo royal housemaids mistook Junyoung's presence for that of King Jaehyun himself.

Junyoung assumes the role of mediator between Jinyoung and those with whom his twin has conflicts. Whenever Jaehyun and Jinyoung argue, Junyoung finds himself in the middle, utilizing his powers to separate and defuse the situation. However, he often faces scolding for using his powers on his father, even though he takes it lightly and doesn't let negative or disheartening words affect him. Junyoung possesses an uncanny ability to let negative words pass through one ear and out the other, refusing to let them take root in his heart.

The bond between Junyoung and Jinyoung is unbreakable, as wherever Jinyoung is, Junyoung is sure to follow. They are inseparable, despite Jinyoung occasionally complaining about Junyoung being a troublemaker. Both twins possess the same powers: cosmic energy manipulation, but Junyoung is less skilled in the manipulation aspect. However, his exceptional ability lies in clairvoyance, granting him the power to see things from a distance and perceive events beyond his immediate surroundings. This ability allows him to catch glimpses of their mother on Earth, though he is aware of the dangers of interfering in the mortal realm.

In addition to clairvoyance, Junyoung has inherited his mother's healing abilities, capable of restoring health to living beings. He also shares strong telepathic powers with Jinyoung, enabling him to hear his twin's thoughts from a distance. Their connection runs deep, and Junyoung can sense Jinyoung's presence even when they are physically apart. Together, they possess remarkable power, as demonstrated when they intervened to stop their father, Jaehyun, from succumbing to his bloodlust during a period of intense grief. Jinyoung forcefully put Jaehyun to sleep, while Junyoung expended tremendous energy to heal their father, enduring physical strain in the process.

Currently residing in Athenian Palace, where their father, Junwon, and Aeria have sailed to different parts of the islands, Junyoung and Jinyoung remain inseparable. Junyoung frequently visits Yoel and Jia in Neo Palace, participating in various activities and social gatherings with his cousins. He often brings Jinyoung along, particularly for grand dinners or birthday celebrations organized by their extended family.

Junyoung serves as the bridge between Jinyoung and everything that Jinyoung deems unnecessary to know. While Jinyoung maintains a rocky relationship with Jaehyun, Junyoung harbors deep affection for his father. He acts as a messenger, conveying Jinyoung's feelings and health updates to Jaehyun. Junyoung also endeavors to help Jaehyun soothe Jinyoung's heart, although he sometimes struggles to understand his twin's emotions due to Jinyoung's self-imposed mental barriers.

NEO FAMILY

#nct royal #nct royal au #nct prince au #nct au #nct scenarios #nct prince #nct imagines #nct 127 jaehyun scenarios #nct 127 jaehyun imagines #nct jaehyun scenarios #nct jaehyun imagines #nct as dads

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The Flash: Life on Standby | 9x12: “A New World, Part 3: Changes” | Barry Allen & Averey Moore (OC)

A/N: Kinda/sorta spoilery for the future of the Blindsided series (and spoilers for the show) but I’ve had something like this stuck in my head since I watched 9x12 and I needed to write it down, haha.

-Rhuben

“He said that he has the chance to change everything. That if he chooses the crystal, he could get everything he deserves." Averey screwed up her nose as Barry made another pass around the living room. “I just don’t understand. How could he want to do this? That's not Eddie. It’s not the Eddie we know.” 

Averey’s eyebrows lifted as she watched him. He had spent the whole time they had stood in Eddie’s “home” relaying everything he had just experienced with their friend. And the whole time, apart from her inquiry about where they were, Averey had been quiet. She didn’t say a word, just twisted her features in reaction to the words that came out of his mouth. 

So it really through him for a loop when Averey looked him square in the eye and said, flatly, “Shut up, Barry.” 

Barry stopped pacing, coming to a halt in the middle of the living room. “What?” He couldn’t think of anything else to say. 

“Eddie’s getting the chance to see what kind of life he’d get to have should things have been normal for at least five bloody minutes,” Averey explained, her eyebrows coming towards each other. “How do you not understand that?” 

“It’s the Negative Speed Force, Averey,” Barry reminded her. “It’s not real. None of this, none of what he wants, is real!” 

“And it was the Reverse Flash, Barry. And then it was Zoom. And then it was Savitar.” Barry let out a noise of frustration and spun on his heel to storm into the dining aera. Averey followed him, calling after him to say, “There’s always going to be someone that’ll change things – the timeline - in our lives, B. It may not be real to you, or any of us, but it’s real to him.” 

Barry made a scoffing sound, shaking his head. 

“Ah, my apologies, mate.” Averey’s tone suddenly took on sarcasm. “Guess I just never realized you were the only one who was allowed to take the chance to see how your life was different.” 

Barry whirled around to face her. “That’s not true.” 

“It is true, and you know it,” adopting his direct tone. “You’re selfish, Barry Allen!” 

Barry’s jaw dropped. The start of his next sentence died in his throat. “Unbelievable,” he said quietly. A derisive laugh came forth. “I’m trying to save the whole timeline right now,” Bary said, jabbing himself in the chest. “Our lives! Our future! How is that me being selfish?” 

“As long as it’s your mum, or your wife, then you get the green light to do whatever you want with the timeline,” Averey shot back, swinging her arms in the air to indicate everything around them. “That’s how! But if it’s anyone else, we’re not allowed to make that decision.” Barry scoffed again. Averey’s eyebrows lifted and she let out a high-pitched scoff-laugh of disbelief. “You didn’t go back in time for Cisco to save Dante, and yet you tried desperately to save Iris from Savitar.” 

“Averey...” 

“You created that Flashpoint timeline because you went back to save Miss Nora.” 

“Ok, but--” 

“And that wouldn’t have even happened in the bloody first place if you hadn’t gone back in time to save your mum from Eobard!” Barry’s nostrils flared as he expelled a breath of air in one sharp exhale. “And the funny part about all of that was, that it was pointless. Miss Nora was always going to die, and yet you kept trying.” 

“I didn’t even know about any of that until now,” Barry said weakly.

Averey put her head into her hands. Barry planted his hands on his hips and shifted his weight from foot to foot. “You don’t get it, Barry.” 

“Oh, come on--” 

“I’M NOT EVEN SUPPOSED TO EXIST!” Averey lifted her head, eyes ablaze. Barry grimaced at the sudden shout. “I’ve always wondered what our lives would have actually been like if none of this ever happened. If that original timeline, if that real first timeline played out where Nora didn’t die, I wondered how that would be.” She jabbed herself in the chest, her voice cracking. “And I don’t even exist, Barry! Either Henry never has an affair with my mum, and I’m never born, or I’m a different person and our paths just don’t ever cross and we don’t know about each other. But to you, no matter what, I’ve never existed. I wasn’t supposed to.”

Barry wet his lips with his tongue.

“I remember everything from every timeline that’s ever been changed. I remember everything before that tidal wave hit Central City.” She sniffed, using the heel of her palm to wipe at her nose, turning her head away from him. “I remember the first time I told Cisco that I was in love with him, but he doesn’t. It’s different for him. And it’ll always be that way. But you don’t care.”

“Ave…”

Her face became hard again. “Which isn’t a far cry from anything else, because outside of Iris, it’s like nothing exists for you. Except for her.”

Barry gaped at her. “Averey, she’s my wife.”

“And I’m your sister!” Now Barry put his face into his hands. “Not that I want anything to happen to Iris, you know I don’t, but you can always get a new wife. You can’t bloody get a new sibling.” 

Barry opened and closed his mouth.

“And that kind of sucks, because it’s been sweet as getting to know you these past ten years.” Averey wiped at her eyes with her hands. “And that’s what the Thawnes tried to do. They tried to forget that Malcolm even existed, and just put Eddie into that slot. He’s had to live his life based on other people’s standards and expectations. There’s even pressure further down that bloodline as far as Eobard is concerned.” 

“That’s no excuse to act like this though,” Barry said tiredly. 

“Come on, B.” Averey turned away from him and moved to sit down on the couch. Barry stepped closer to her, reaching up to tap his fingertips against the entryway to the room. “It’s easy for you to say that. You’ve never been on that side of being compared to anybody. Because you’re Barry Allen.” A hint of a laugh rumbled in Barry’s throat at her jazz hands at his name.

“Mate, dad compared himself to Joe all of the time because he wasn’t there to raise you.” Barry blinked rapidly in response.

“Dad never told me that,” Barry said quietly, leaning his head against his stretched arms.

“You know Wally had that grudge against you when you two first met, and I reckon a part of him still feels that way.” Averey put a hand to her chest. “I know I still have issues with Iris I’m working out even now, because of how angry I was with her being. Eddie’s going through it, now, too. He’s just now feeling the weight of all of that emotion at one time.”

“And the Negative Speed Force is feeding off of it,” Barry reminded her. “I know he can fight it off. I know he can.” 

“So, do I,” Averey said. “I don’t reckon that Eddie should listen to the Negative Speed Force and take that crystal, but you’re one big ass hypocrite for trying to force him to stop something you’ve already done so many times without a second thought.” 

“Ok, ok...” Barry slowly nodded. He dropped his arms down to his sides and moved to sit down beside her. “I hear you...” 

“It’s not out of the ordinary for people to wonder what their lives would be like if things were different. Yeah?” Averey crossed her arms over her chest, settling back against the cushions. She turned towards the window, squinting towards the bright lights illuminating the street. “Like if we didn’t make this decision, or take that job, or if we just had more time…” Silence feel between them as the end of her sentence trailed off. “You’ve had all the time in the world to figure this out. Eddie has the chance to make that decision for himself right now. He’s still the same Eddie; he’s just faced with a very difficult decision.” 

“And if he chooses wrong?” 

Averey looked at him, a solemn look on her face. “Then we gotta do, what we gotta do. But we can’t make him feel like he’s evil for being human and wanting something he always thought he couldn’t have. Or what he’s told he can’t have.” 

“I just can’t believe Eddie would even consider this.”

“Please. You all thought he was selfish and into himself before this. CCPD called him ‘Detective Pretty Boy,’ remember?” A wry smile came to her face. “Or was that just your jealousy talking? Because he had Iris, and you had a lenghty date with a coma.”

Barry pressed his lips together and twisted his mouth to the side. “I...we...just didn’t know him.” 

“You know him now.” Averey bumped his shoulder with hers. “Don’t hold it against him when he doesn’t choose to act the way you would. That’s not fair to him.”

“When did you get so smart?” Barry asked. “Almost sounded like something Joe would say.”

“Being around all you smart blokes, it was bound to happen,” Averey said, her smile widening slightly. “You’re the paragon of love, Barry. Sooner or later, I’d have to throw one of these sorts of speeches back in your face, right?” Her smile slowly faded. “So, what do we do now?”

“Prepare,” Barry said, just as solemn, “to do what we gotta do.”

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