#taeyung fic

[penny-quinn]

Jar of 🍯 honey

Pairing: bts taehyung ×reader

Genre: fluff, angst, modern,

Warnings: none, but if there maybe please let me know.

Word count: 1.3k

A/n: heyy!! So, I don't have internet atleast, till a month so I'll rarely be active but I've got about 6 more fics in my pocket!! So be ready ☺️☺️ and I loved writing it!! Wrote it on the middle of the night... listening to folklore as it was Raining outside...

(reference to don't wanna cry by seventeen)

" The bed seems so big" I whispered just like any other restless night. The rain was pouring outside my window, while I was trying my best to catch some sleep.

And yet I couldn't. I'd usually toss and twirl, twisting in my bed sheets all by myself but today was a little different.

These raining nights were reminders; I still hadn't moved on.

" Tae! Umm! Don't! I'm cooking" I said as his hands swirled around my waist while his chin was on my nape… kissing the back of my ears as he whispered " baby, look at me…I need love too"

Winey as always. He never grew up…..Turning off the gas, I turned towards him; caught in-between his sturdy arms and the kitchen counter.

" Hehe.. get out of the way! We need to eat" I said and yet the glint in his eyes was very clear; he was leaving me no soon. He turned off the lights and opened the top of the refrigerator.Instantly grabbing my waist and hands, he caught me into his trap. As we danced our way under the refrigerator line, the smile on my face didn't seem to lit off at all.

His big hands wrapped around mine, our breath just inches apart; stealing kisses every few seconds…. Joy and laughter had filled up the air.

Taehyung; he was a special lad. The memories we had shared…. They were some of the best moments of my life. Sometimes I-I shed a few tears as his memories came haunting me back.

On lifeless nights like these, I'm reminded of our first encounters. We were nothing more than neighbors.

In his untidy, small apartment he lived with dark circles under his eyes. The rooms were very monochrome. Yet on his cabinets were many sets of cameras. He loved photography.

As I recalled the day we met, I realized; I was soo young. Too young and naïve and reckless; irresponsibly falling in love with an older man….. breaking my heart a million times.

As a youthful young adult, I knocked on his door. I had just been freed from the shackles of my parents; tiny steps to being independent. But he was not; he was an adult chained down by the responsibilities and duties.

Sometimes I wonder how he fell for me; it was a ghostly thought, a secret I've kept away even from him. And I think, " will he fall for me if we met now?" Again, I agitate…. These wondrous questions and answers fill up my head like a bird floating in the clouds.Maybe he won't afterall he may have just liked my youthfulness or maybe he will as he sees the stillness of an adult within the heart of a young girl. But none of it matters as we we won't ever cross paths and if we will;

" Hello! I'm your new neighbor… y/n s/n" I said bringing my hands for the handshake. His mouth was shaped like a rectangle as he heard me speak. " Oh-oh… I'm Kim Taehyung. ``

The gloomy man had kept it short and simple. Maybe he had felt too tired just from the energy I had been beaming.He welcomed me in. His veiny hands were the first things I had noticed as he pulled off the curtains letting the sunshine inside.

" What are these?" His drowsy eyes pointed out while I flustered, pink tinted around my cheeks…. Oh the girlish charms. " Oh! This is a jar of honey and some cookies I have baked. Please have it" I gave it to him with my two hands.

Little did he know that his life wasn't going to be as peaceful as he liked. Ha, maybe he too had realized that he wouldn't be the same…. But why should he? I know I should stop but how could I live as one when my other half is missing? With these thoughts of what if's I've been leading myself to sleep.

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" The next time we meet, let's meet with smiles on our cheeks rather than tears. Tears don't look good on your face" said Taehyung as he wiped the drops of tears which twinkled under the shallow orange lights of the countryside.

" How could I when you're my muse" I wanted to say but rather following my mind I said " mee too. I don't want to cry on our next encounter" The morning was very crisp.

A faint scent of sea bleaked the entire air. Was it because of the fresh craps I'd eaten the day before?

Whatever….

I wore a crop v-necked sweater followed by a very long coat in purple. Saturday's weren't very eventful as my insomnia got worse I could barely get a wink of sleep yet I think I had a decent amount of sleep; probably around 3 hours?It was 6:39 am in the morning. Wrapping the muffler around my neck I headed out.

These streets, they once used to be ours and now; I'm barely familiar with 'um. As I breathed cold air formed around my lips and vaporised…. Warming my hands by clasping them on each other I walked. It had been a while since I was in the main town. There weren't a lot of people; just like I liked it.

On the large billboard were the interviews of people I didn't care… I walked aimlessly.

" Oh! This book as you've realized is very special to my heart" That voice! It was too familiar to be true.

Looking up I saw taehyung. Suddenly, my eyes were filled with tears but I didn't want to cry.I just stood there as I heard the interview." This book that I've just published…. It's monochrome but not with black and white with black and red or white or blue.The set of colours are plain and simple but the contrast and the beauty is what sets them apart." Taehyung concluded.

Maybe the general audience wouldn't know but I knew.The hint of shakiness in his voice, the way his hands were sweaty; him licking his lips more usual.I'd seen it too much to not know…. He wasn't nervous but on the contrary he was agonizing.

Somewhat it painted his heart to speak about his recent " Oh! I see….. on the cover page we see a brown and yellow contrasting honey jar. Why did you keep it on the cover page?" The interview goes.

As they showed the cover page, my heart stopped for a second. The picture was very painful." Oh! If you look below it it writes Winter charms….. the jar of honey is the first encounter; the first charm. So the page has elegance written somewhere. But it's hidden" he gave a weary smile.Not the usual happy one, his eyes hadn't crinkled." Oh! So it's a treasure hunt huh? Photographer van Tae" the interviewer teasing says while Tae, he decides to just smile it away….

As I saw his face, I realized it wasn't just me who was suffering. Maybe we both needed to let it go. " I forgive you, '' I whispered. Although he broke my heart into a million pieces, I forgave him. Not because he had dedicated a whole book to me but because I wanted to set myself free.

" I love you, because the word love isn't enough to express my feelings for you….So the next time we meet, I don't want to cry"

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[bts-hyperfixation]

Hey I was wondering you can make a romantic story about me and. Taeyung

My name is taelyn but most people call me tae. And yes I know me and his name are simalar

Sorry, I'm not currently accepting requests.

The only thing available for submission as of right now is scenarios, m2l, and reactions.

Also, I tend to only write reader insert fic not specific ones. Sorry

[jimipoo]

‘I Hate You’ kiss.

prompt: In which, you get stuck in a refrigerator room with the man you’ve hated for years.

pairings: taehyung x reader (enemies to lovers)

word count: 2.1k

genre: crack, fluff

warnings: lots of swearing! suggestive language :)

a/n: yasss hai welcome :3 my first taehyung fic !!!! this is probably going to be hard to imagine but basically .. u kno how there r huge refrigerators well they somehow got in there and yea… also i didnt mention why they were enemies in the first place ill jus leave it to y’all’s imaginations hehe but anyway i hope u enjoy ! feedbacks r very much appreciated <3

At this point, you don't even wanna know the exact reason why Kim Taehyung, your life-long enemy, is currently breathing in the same air as you are. Never in a million years did you think you'd be sitting this close next to him when the only distance you've had between the two of you has always been far, far away. And the only interaction you've had with each other after that incident were exchanging death stares every time you walk past each other or rolling your eyes when you'd catch him looking at you with that stupid, smug look in his pretty ass face. Did you say pretty?

Yet here you are.

Talking ever so casually, as if you hadn't wished upon his death before, or that one time you yelled at him that you wish he gets hit by a tree and gets paralyzed just as his fancy car swiftly swerves away from your vision. For years, you couldn't stand him. Yet now it feels like you've known him as a friend for years. And maybe, just maybe, if he wasn't such an asshole that time, you would be friends. Maybe you'd consider it.

The grudges you hold against him that continue to sit within you now feel unfamiliar, it's almost as if you've forgotten everything that's happened between the two of you in the past. It's strange, how his presence that used to make you feel sick to your stomach now feels rather, comforting. Or maybe it's because you're stuck in a huge refrigerator with the one and only Kim Taehyung and his warmth is the only thing that saves you from completely freezing to death. If he hadn't come in this stupid refrigerator just to argue with you in the first place, maybe you wouldn't have been stuck here. No, but seriously, where the fuck are the rescuers?

"Are you uh, still doing okay?" A deep voice snaps you out of your reverie.

You attempt to turn your head towards him, “I mean, I guess.. We’re literally in a room with the same temperature as Antarctica—not to mention, I’m also wearing a tank top so I guess yeah, I’m doing okay,” you told him, the tone your voice laced with sarcasm. He just scoffs, shuffling behind you as you feel his heavy arms tighten around your torso as if it was going to make you feel less cold, but it helps. You suppose.

"You know, if you didn't come after me and shut that damn door behind us, you wouldn't have your arms wrapped around me like I'm some kind of stuffed animal," you retort.

"Will you relax, doll? Why are you suddenly giving an attitude we were fine like, five minutes ago," he responds, you try to fight the warmth that spreads across your cheeks. His deep voice still never fails to make you shudder, how every syllable rolls off his tongue perfectly, so smooth, and you bet his tongue will feel just as smooth against—no, it's the cold. What the fuck are you thinking?

You quickly shake your head to erase the thoughts beginning to intrude on you the more you spend time with this man.

"Doll?" you hear him but it's nothing but an echo.

Doll. What a dumb pet name, you think. He's called you various pet names but you've never heard him say your actual name. You wonder why. You'd think he does it to annoy you, because every time he'd call you something you'd always have a prepared sassy response, and every time, he'd just flash you his annoying yet attractive grin that leaves you awake at night. You hate him, oh you do, but a little fantasy from time to time won't hurt, right?

"Doll!"

"Fuck, what is it?" you jerk your head towards him, shuffling as you try to loosen his grip around you, you feel suffocated all of the sudden, he's so close and you might just go insane if you let him stay like this. "Let go, I can't breathe you moron!" you grunt.

He lets out a chuckle, "Damn, sorry," he lets go of you, the cold immediately hits through your skin and suddenly you miss being held, but you won't tell that to him. You quickly scoot over to his side and bring your legs up to your chest, hugging your knees.

"What is it?" you ask.

"Nothing, just making sure you were not about to die or something,"

"I'm not gonna die, idiot. I'm just a little cold, besides, how are you not cold?" it's a dumb question because you know the answer, he's wearing a thick jumper, but you just wanted to continue talking to him for some reason.

"Because I'm not wearing a tank top like you are, princess." his lips form into a smirk, "Oh, fuck off," you roll your eyes, "Now, you're calling me princess? What's up with all these pet names you keep giving me?"

"What, don't you like it? Don't act like I don't see how your cheeks turn red every time I call you doll, or,"

"Princess,"

"Baby,"

He leans closer every time he opens his mouth.

"Angel," he keeps leaning even closer, at this point, his lips almost grazed against your ear lobe.

"..or Kitten," you feel the tickles in your stomach travel down to your core, you gulp, you could feel how his breath softly hits under your ear and you could almost feel your whole body shudder. You felt as if the time had slowed down, and the noise from the machine had been muted, the only thing you can hear were your own slow, but heavy breaths. You don't realize that you were beginning to close your eyelids and lean into him before he suddenly leans back, and when you open your eyes you were met with no one but Taehyung and his annoying smirk. You feel your cheeks heat up.

You were certain you wouldn't die from this cold, but you're more certain that you could die from embarrassment.

"I wanted to tell you something," he starts.

You let out a sigh, breaking eye contact with him and turning around to face your back towards him because you feel stupid and embarrassed that you think your enemy was going to kiss you, because that only happens in books, idiot.

This is the man you've hated most of your life, why do you suddenly feel like a puddle around him? It's funny how you're in a cold room yet you feel like your melting from the tension you've created between the two of you. However, he doesn't seem to notice.

"Yeah, what is it?" you manage to let out despite how much you wanted to bury your head and suffocate yourself in the ice bucket beside you.

You expect an immediate answer but he kept quiet, so you wait.

He still doesn't respond.

"What is-"

"I like you." you swear you're hearing voices.

You've gathered enough courage to face him again, because what the fuck. When did he ever like you? How did he like you? You were always fighting with him, yelling at him, arguing—he's your enemy for god's sake. You've wished upon his goddamn death right to his face many times, he literally has tripped you on purpose many times than you could count with your fingers and toes. You had no chemistry, and you hated him, just as much as he hated you. It doesn't make sense.

"I-I know it sounds crazy but hear me out," he pauses, you watch him as your eyebrows furrow, you're not mad, you're confused. It just doesn't make sense in your head, and if it is true, part of you is glad, because as much as you hate to admit it, you had been harboring a tiny crush on him. You've always pushed that feeling away until he was in this room with you.

"I've liked you for a long time actually. I did hate you, but I couldn't tell you the reason why I started liking you-"

"Why not?"

"It's stupid," he quickly replies, although you weren't satisfied with his answer. You want to know.

"How the fuck is it stupid when you've literally just confessed to me?"

"Fine!” he sighs, you watch him intently as you wait for his answer. “It was when you showed up to my party in that dress, I didn't even know why you were at my party in the first place, but I thought you looked gorgeous, then the more I saw you after that night I started to realize that you were actually not that bad. I guess I was observing you a little." he confesses, but you still feel like it's not enough of an answer. After what he's done to you earlier, you want him to prove it to you.

“A-and I attempted to flirt with you that night, I guess some part of me thought you’d give in to me but I was wrong, you cussed me out and walked away,” you recall the memory, now that you think about it, you were kind of a bitch. You weren’t sorry, you hated him, so it was natural of you to think that every gesture he made towards you was to make you mad.

"I don't believe you." was the only thing you could say.

"What do you mean?" he asks innocently.

"Taehyung, we're literally enemies. You think I'm immediately going to believe you when all my life, all you did was torment me?" you let a chuckle, you could tell he was slightly taken aback, but you couldn't lie. You've hated each other for a long time, and now he suddenly confesses that he likes you? It sounds a bit ridiculous.

"How do you want me to prove it to you then?"

"I don't know, kiss me, or something," you challenge him.

"Where?"

"Anywhere..?" you don't why you said that. You only want one place where he could kiss you.

"Okay, but I'd mostly prefer to kiss your lips anyway." there's that fucking smirk yet again. You could probably get used to this.

He begins to lean in, but you lean back and place a finger on his lips. "Don't act like you didn't tease me earlier, you little shit."

"I'm making it up to you," he grabs your wrist and puts it down before leaning in to mold his lips against yours. You both sigh into the kiss, feeling as if this was the moment you had been waiting for, this was the fantasies you've created in your head before you drift off to sleep, it was finally real. He likes you, and maybe, you've always liked him too. You were just too busy tormenting each other's life to notice it.

He brings his hands to cup your face, not breaking the kiss, he begins to deepen it as you feel the warmth of his tongue against your lips, you gladly let him in.

You've spent a total of ten minutes making out and feeling each other until you both hear a loud noise from the other side of the room and before you could even pull away the heavy metal door slid open, revealing two rescuers and your friend, who was just as shocked as you are because Taehyung hasn't stopped kissing you on the neck.

"Taehyung?! ___?!"

"Looks like you two weren't freezing to death here," one of the rescuers jokes. "We had a good time," Taehyung responds.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry," you start, "We were just--"

"It's fine, glad to know you both were okay, more than okay I suppose." your eyes widen as you feel the embarrassment strike within you as you attempt to stand up but you struggle because of your heels. Just as Taehyung stood up he brought his hand towards you and you quickly grab it and pull yourself up.

"Well thank you for rescuing us," he says to the rescuers. The moment you get out of the room your friend immediately pulls your arm and shoots Taehyung a glare, in which he brings his arms up in surrender.

You kept your head down as you and your friend follow behind the rescuers. Taehyung is behind you, you could feel the stare burning your back and you feel as if your surroundings had been muted and you couldn't hear what your friend was saying, all you could really think about was the make-out session you just had with your new, potential boyfriend. Or is that too soon?

Suddenly, you feel Taehyung's breath against your ear, "We'll continue this later," he whispers, just loud enough for your friend to hear as well.

And he's off.

"Now, why don't you tell me how you went from, 'I hate Taehyung with all my life' to having a full-blown make-out session with him?"

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[kimnjss]

producer era

— don’t judge a book by its cover. unless the book is a six foot tall, dimpled muscle pig who has no problem bragging about the notches on his belt… not to mention his new unhinged determination to add you to the list.

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[kookiecrumb]

kth || Transitions & Positions Ch.4

header by: @jjkeverlast

wc: 1k

summary: Taehyung is a beast on the field, but what happens when his body begins to undergo rather unprecedented-- and supernatural--changes? He consults you, the walking encyclopedia for all things spooky!

chapter summary: You try your best to prepare everything for Taehyung's first rut. Who knew explaining this sort of thing would be this awkward? **EXPLICIT SEXUAL LANGUAGE

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tags: quarterback/werewolf!taehyung x fem/classmate/werewolf enthusiast!reader

warnings: explicit language, intense scenes, eventual smut~ (18+)

a/n: a little longer than usual, please don't mind!

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"Is this really necessary? I can't help but feel as if this isn't necessary." Taehyung tucks his hands under his armpits while you chuck heavy rope over your shoulder.

"If you're going to go into a rut in my house, I gotta make sure that you keep your hands to yourself and don't go off terrorizing the neighborhood," you grunt, lifting with your legs. You're in the sunroom, rummaging through your Dad's chest of equipment.

"What even is a rut?" It's beginning to scare him, how much he doesn't know about all of this. "Stop! Stop," he pulls you out of the chest.

"What's going on? Please tell me," he says, his voice full of concern. He almost shakes you accidentally with his strength, but you, before you get offended, realize he can't really control that.

"Tae," you begin. How would you explain something like this to a highschool football player? "It's pretty complicated."

"Everything's fucking complicated," he grunts, defeated. "Why can't it be simple? Just break it down simply." Taehyung's eyes shift, scanning your face for empathy.

You smile uncomfortably, anxiety pooling in the pit of your stomach. You weren't keen on explaining the anatomy of a werewolf during a rut. It would be an awkward topic, to put it simply.

You muster your courage and nod. "Okay, fine. But we better sit down first."

You take off your shoes and put them away near the door, Taehyung following suit. "You're going to need something to eat because what you're about to go through requires a lot of energy. I can either take your wallet and order a sandwich from the Mike's down the road, or I can check in the fridge for leftovers," you inform him as you make your way into the kitchen.

"What kind of sandwich?"

"I don't know, a sub. A submarine sandwich," you say, arbitrarily.

Taehyung nods, considering his options. "That'd be cool, yeah. What's in the fridge?" You shuffle over towards it and open the door.

"Uhm, pasta." You hold up a container full of leftover chicken alfredo from yesterday night.

He scrunches his nose. "Get my wallet."

Mike's is a pretty popular sub shop a few blocks from your house. It's been open since the nineties, often frequented by your Dad on his way to his office job. Your mom doesn't like subs. They're both out this month to see family up North, miraculously.

The most popular sandwich there is the Italian meat sub, which Taehyung seems to be a big fan of. Currently, he's chowing down on it in the middle of your livingroom.

You don't spend too much observing before you head upstairs to find every single blanket, pillow topper, pillow, sheet that you can get your hands on.

You pull them down the stairs, the sheets dragging on the wooden staircase as you stumble your way to the basement. It's a renovated space with a home theater, minimalistic and clean.

Soon enough, Taehyung is standing at the bottom of the stairs watching you set things up. "I'm ready now," he says.

"Ah, okay," you unfold the last sheet in his makeshift nest and sit in it. "So you are!" This is going to get really awkward really quickly. You feel your cheeks get hot.

Taehyung laughs at your embarrassment, sitting with his legs crossed in front of you. He takes your hands and holds them in his, his eyes soft and generous. "Look, I appreciate you helping me. You're the only one I'd turn to about any of this. As soon as I knew something was up, I knew who to call."

You can't stand to maintain eye contact as you begin to explain. "Werewolves go through a period of time where, and I don't really know how frequent yet because I think it varies--" You sigh. "You're going to go through what's called a rut. That's when a werewolf experiences a very strong and sometimes painful need to have sex. This could go on for days at a time."

The look on Taehyung's face is a mix of devastation, understanding, and intrigue. "So do I just need to like, jerk off?" He asks.

"Not exactly? I have toys for you, I got them when I went to get your sandwich. I'm so sorry, I wish I could have prepared better, but your condition is worsening, and, and…" you panic.

"It's going to be okay, Y/N," he bubbles with laughter. "I'm not going to hurt myself. I trust you. We got this, even if it takes some teamwork." He rubs your arm, comforting you.

"The penis of a werewolf like you, swells a lot upon reaching its climax. Your dick inflates. That's normal," you caution.

"As normal as any of this is," he breathes.

"Well, yeah," you roll your eyes. Your hands fumble around the blanket, looking for the basics you had grabbed from the adult toy shop along with a first aid kit.

Extra sheets were laid out on the sofa, and there was a bathroom down here, so everything should be safe.

Taehyung finds it first, covering the top with the palm of his hand so that it's less embarrassing. "This?" He gestures.

"Yeah, that. This too," you hand him the bottle of lubricant. It was the biggest size they sold. The toy isn't bound by anything either, so it should be able to take Taehyung's knot.

There's a hunger that lies behind the eyes that look upon you, a silence grows and within that, a tension that lacks definition other than lustfulness. "You...can have your space now, I'll be here with food and drinks, outside that door at all times...I'll call in sick for you, and for me…" you gingerly rise from the bed.

He smiles softly, as the pain begins to settle in. "Okay," he says, breathing a little heavier than usual. You don't want to leave him...and you won't, but if you stay you'll most definitely be used as a fuck toy for a strenuous amount of time. Can't have that now, can we?

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[jungshookz]

the one with the one year anniversary; roommate!taehyungiverse

➺ pairing; kim taehyung x reader

➺ genre; roommate!taehyungiverse; i don’t want to spoil anything so i’ll just say this is totally sfw!!! 

➺ wordcount: 4.6k

➺ what to expect; “well, um, look! i made breakfast for you. f-for us!”

➺ note; i’m a couple of days late but happy one year anniversary to stuck with you!!! this is the ONE day a year that no one is allowed to bully roomie!tae even though we’ve all made it clear to him that he’s a stinky loser and we hate him <3 happy reading! 

                                      »»————-　♡　————-««

making fresh orange juice has got to be one of the top ten Most Difficult Things tae has ever had to do in his entire life

so far he’s spent the entire morning slicing and squeezing and slicing and squeezing and aLL that he’s gotten from like eight oranges is literally half a glass of juice

half a glass!!!!

from eight oranges!!!!

isn’t that ridiculous?? 

and not to mention, it’s so hard scooping all of the seeds out of the juice!!

they always swim away from his spoon >:-(

at one point he was tempted to just shove his hand into the jug and dig them out with his fingers but then he realised that you might not like hand flavoured orange juice

also now his fingers are all gross and tacky and he’s pretty sure his hands are going to reek of orange for the next week or so

but that’s not the point

what was he talking about again?

…oh, right!!

breakfast!!

and how he’s going to have to present a SAD little glass of orange juice to you  

but hopefully you’ll like everything else that he prepared for you this morning!!!

the reason why he got up early was because today is a VERY special day

he’s been preparing for this day for like two whole weeks

and he nevER prepares for anything for two whole weeks so obviously today must mean a lot to him

…it’s your guys’ one year anniversary!!!

one whole year with you :’) and he’s looking forward to spending manY more years with you :’) 

but he feels like the one year mark is extra special because it shows that if you guys could get through one year together, it means you can get through anything together!! 

it’s insane because he never thought he’d last this long in a relationship

well, he never thought he’d actually be in a serious relationship 

but here he is! 

in a very serious relationship and currently loving it 

and you’ve taught him so much!! 

he feels like he’s really grown as a person and it’s really all thanks to you... 

not to be cheesy or anything (it’s his one year anniversary, he’s allowed to be a little cheesy) but he wouldn’t know where he’d be without you 

like after your first real argument he thought that it meant you guys were automatically broken up (you walked in on him packing his clothes up into a suitcase) but then the two of you ended up having a (surprisingly mature) forty minute conversation about how arguments can be normal in a relationship and of couRSE we’re not breaking up you idiot-

he never thought he’d be the type of person to be into cuddling but now he can’t go to bed properly without you snuggled up to his chest

he used to think hand-holding was unnecessary but now he can’t walk next to you without reaching down and sliding his fingers in between yours 

grocery shopping used to be so mundane but now sundays are his favourite day of the week because he loves going grocery shopping with you!! 

it makes him feel so soft and domestic and he nEVER thought anything would make him feel soft and domestic!!!

and he definitely never thought he’d be the type of boyfriend to wake up early to make breakfast for his significant other but here he is!!! making a heart shape on the toast using strawberry jam!!! (he asked for a couple of tips from namjoon)

“tae! have you seen my glasses??”

taehyung perks up immediately when he hears you stumbling around the living room and he sets the jar of jam down before hurrying out of the kitchen to help you

the last time you lost your glasses you ended up tripping over the rug which resulted in a badly bruised knee :-( 

and you guys haven’t gone grocery shopping yet so there are no bags of frozen peas that he can use to ice your injuries this time 

“yeah-” taehyung purses his lips, “try checking the top of your head, moron.”

you stop flipping the couch pillows over to pat the top of your head and a sheepish smile appears on your face, “right! i knew that.”

“also, what are you all dressed up for??” tae raises a brow when he notices that you’re noT wearing your pjs and your hair doesn’t look like an actual bird’s nest, “i didn’t know we were dressing up. should i change out of my pyjamas??”

“what are you talking about?” you snort as you pull your glasses down from your head and onto your face, “i’m going out!”

…

sorry you’re whAT

“…” tae opens his mouth to say something but he doesn’t get the chanCe to before you’re whizzing past him and into the kitchen

“didn’t i tell you this?” you ask as you bend down to open up the fridge to grab a bottle of icy cold water, “i’m pretty sure i told you this.”

“you- well, maybe you did, but i guess i… forgot…?” tae trails off before reaching up to scratch the back of his neck

are you for real??

he can’t tell if you’re being serious or not

did you... forget about your guys’ anniversary???

out of the two of you, he thought that he’D be the one most likely to forget the anniversary so this is a huge surprise

okay

well

he doesn’t want to just come out and sAy it’s your guys’ anniversary because he doesn’t want to make you feel bad for forgetting about it…

what if he just… suggested it?

a light nudge?

“well, um, look! i made breakfast for you. f-for us!” taehyung clears his throat as he gestures towards the generous spread he’s prepared for you guys on the kitchen counter

“hey, look at that!” you smile before giving him a couple of hearty pats on the shoulder, “you made breakfast all by yourself aND you didn’t burn down the apartment in the process! proud of you, bud.”

taehyung’s shoulders droop and he raises a brow, “ha-ha, very funny. check it out!!! look at the toast!!!!”

“mhm…” you hum absentmindedly as you scroll through your phone, “i’m looking…”

taehyung presses his lips together and lets out a a breath through his nose

he… doesn’t know how exactly to handle this

he’s never had to remind someone of an anniversary before!! 

he’s going rogue here!! 

and also you’re starting to irritate him a little bit which isn’t a super great start to what was suPPosed to be a special day

how could you forget?!!?

>:-(

“oh! namjoon’s almost at the restaurant, so i have to go now if i want to make it there on time,” you lean over to give tae a quick kiss on the cheek, “but you go ahead and enjoy your breakfast, hm? i’ll see you when i come back.”

taehyung doesn’t even get the chance to say anything before you’re rushing out of the kitchen

and a second later he hears the slam of the front door

and then it becomes quiet

and it’s just him all alone in the apartment

on the one year anniversary of his very first real relationship

tae lets out a little sigh as he leans down on the counter before propping his chin up on his palm

he picks up his fork before poking at the almost-burnt strips of bacon on his plate 

looks like he’ll be eating alone this morning

:-/

“oh my god. you should’ve seen his face!!!!!” you cackle as you clap your hands together like a maniac, “he was like- he looked like- aH i can’t even describe it!!! it was gold. it was gold!!!!” you giggle before leaning back against your chair

“on a scale of 1-10, how good of an idea do you think it was to prank your boyfriend into thinking that you forgot your anniversary?” namjoon shakes his head slowly before taking a sip of his latte 

“oh, a 10!” you flick your wrist, “a big, fat 10-”

“what is the maTTER with you-?!”

namjoon wasn’t a fan of this idea from the start but, to be honest, namjoon isn’t a fan of pranks in general

back when you guys were still living together you always liked to pull little pranks on him every now and again just to keep him on his toes 

like one time you put one of those fake plastic cockroaches in the fridge just to give namjoon a little spOok but he ended up dumping everything out AND bleaching the fridge from the bottom to the top AND he even sat you down for a twenty minute lecture focusing on why pranks are a form of terrorism 

(it’s pretty safe to say that namjoon sucks all the fun out of pranks.) 

so when you brought up the fact that you were planning to pretend to forget about your one year anniversary with taehyung, you weren’t surprised that namjoon’s initial reaction was literally just NO

you thought it’d be hilarious!!!! 

and for the record, it totally was

you wish you’d taken a picture of his face because for a split second taehyung looked like the 👁👄👁emoji 

…you will say that you feel a teeny weeny bit bad that he got up extra early just to make breakfast for the two of you and that you ended up blowing him off for brunch with namjoon

and you also feel bad because when he got up this morning you felt him give you a little kiss on the cheek before wishing you a happy anniversary, baby

and you feel extra bad knowing that the absolute love of your life has been alone in the apartment for the past three and a half hours stewing in his own sadness while you’re over here applauding yourself for your oscar-worthy acting skills

and you feel extra EXTRA bad now that you’ve realised this is taehyung’s first real relationship which means you might’ve just tainted what could’ve been a beautiful memory of a real one year anniversary

…

oh boy.

your chuckles begin to die down when you feel the guilt starting to weigh down on your shoulders

and suddenly it hits you that this prank… might not have been a super great idea…

you... are in danger. 

you clear your throat quietly as you shift uncomfortably in your seat, “…yeah, so i should probably…”

“go?” namjoon raises a brow before nodding towards the door, “yeah, i thought so. i’ll pay, and you go and try to salvage your relationship-“

“oh my god, i’m an IDIOT-“ you immediately get up from your seat before turning to grab your jacket off the back of the chair, “how could you let me do this to him???”

“wha- i said MANY times that this wouldn’t be a good idea-!!” namjoon gawks, “i told you so many times!!!!!! this is not my fault!!!! do not pin your horrible idea on me!!!”

by the time you get back to the apartment it’s nearing four o’clock which means that you basically wasted the entire day pulling off this stupid prank and that you only have like eight hours left until your one year anniversary with tae is over

...

what??? 

you thought it’d be funny!!!!!!

you know, like, ‘haha you used to be mean to me so now i’m being mean to YOU’ funny!!!!

and then you’d go back and be like lol loser you just got PRANKED!! and everyone would laugh and have a good time and no one would be sad because pranks are supposed to be funny

but this prank is the equivalent of him pulling your ponytail and in retaliation you whip out a flamethrower and ROAST him on the spot

you spent the entire bus ride back rehearsing your ‘i’m so sorry i’m an awful girlfriend but also happy anniversary pal!!!’ speech but unfortunately it’s a little all over the place and you don’t exactly have the time to sit down and write out flash cards for yourself

so you’re just going to have to go in there and wing it!

and winging it isn’t exactly one of your strongest skills

you joined an improv club during your first year of uni (you were desperate to make friends so you pretty much signed yourself up for everything) and ended up getting kicked out because you kept on insisting that they give you the prompts the night before so that you could be prepared

so yeah!

it’s time to dust off those fabulous improv skills!

“-if it makes you feel any better, i feel awful…” you mumble to yourself as you jam the key into the lock, “and to make up for this, i’ll take care of garbage duty for a month… no, i’ll take care of aLL the chores for two months…”

the moment you step into the apartment, you immediately feel your hands starting to get clammy

see???

you suck at improv!!!!

and why is it so quiet right now???

tae’s usually here in the living room playing his video games when you come back from class around this time...

and he always rushes to the door to greet you with hugs and kisses and he always tells you how much he missed you!!!

but no one’s on the couch

the tv is turned off

and all that you can hear is the faint whirring of the air conditioner

“taehyung?” you call out hesitantly and you shut the door behind you as quietly as you possibly can

“in my room…”

okay

okay!

he doesn’t sound super upset

maybe… maybe he got over it!

maybe you’re in the clear and you’re not actually a horrible girlfriend

alrighty

what’s the plan again?

1. say sorry for bailing on breakfast

2. say sorry for pretending to forget about your guys’  very special one year anniversary and try to explain to him that it was supposed to be funny but you realised (a little too late) that it was actually kind of a mean thing to do

3. say happy anniversary + give him his card and his present

4. hope he accepts your apology???

5. kiss him?? or something?? that might help

6. eggs

okay well now you’re just mixing your plan up with your grocery list so that’s not helpful whatsoever 

you give his bedroom door three slow knocks before cracking it open just a little and poking your head in cautiously, “may i… come in?”

“mm.” taehyung hums absentmindedly as he continues to scroll through his phone

you step into the room and shut the door behind you before standing there for a couple of seconds

“how was brunch?” taehyung looks up at you for a brief second before adjusting the pillow on his lap

“brunch! oh. brunch was… brunch was good. it was fine.” you clear your throat and reach up to scratch the back of your neck, “yeah. i had, like, a deconstructed burrito thing. i mean, it was basically a taco, so…”

“sounds good. what did namjoon have?”

“oatmeal and berries.”

“ah. of course he did.”

“mhm.”

you chew on the inside of your cheek anxiously as you remain standing right by the door

one thing that you obviously forgot to plan was how exactly you were going to approach this apology

taehyung’s made it pretty clear that the ball is sitting in your court but you feel like you’re trying to serve a basketball using a badminton racket

“so, uh, i know that today-“

“i think we need to talk.” taehyung sets his phone aside before looking up at you, “do you wanna come and sit? or are you just going to keep standing by the door?”

he... wants to talk.

okay

talk

fine

he just wants to talk!

…but nothing good ever comes out of wanting to talk, right?

nO

do NOT psych yourself out like this

talking is fine!

talking is a normal thing to do and you think you’re actually pretty good at conversating with other people

also this is presumably the part where those improvisation skills should kick in because your brain reminds you that you’ve been staring at tae in silence for at least seven seconds now

“yes! and…” you trail off before letting out a sheepish chuckle, “i… will sit. on the bed.”

your practically have to pRy your feet off the ground as you shuffle towards the bed before sitting down on the end of it

taehyung gets up as soon as you take a seat and you watch as he makes his way over to his desk

“what… did you wanna talk about?” you clear your throat as you straighten your posture a little

as long as you act like nothing is wrong, everything will be perfectly fine!!!

fake it til you make it, baBY

you’re practically burning holes into his back by how intensely you’re watching him

“about us.” taehyung mutters as he plunks a pen into his pencil cup

about us?

about you and him??

about the two of you???

“about us.” you repeat quietly before your brows knit together, “what about us?”

you don’t like that he’s not facing you when he’s speaking to you

why isn’t he facing you?

why doesn’t he want to look at you??

“it’s over.”

…

…

…

what?

your blood runs cold as soon as you hear him utter those two words and you feel your heart clench painfully in your chest

“what?” your voice is barely above a whisper as your fingers dig into the meat of your thighs, “wh- what do you… what?”

taehyung turns his head slightly to look at you over his shoulder, “i said, it’s over, y/n.”

you feel your ears beginning to ring as the gears start click-click-clicking in your head and all the puzzle pieces begin to slot together one by one

oh, god.

it all makes sense now

he didn’t make breakfast for the two of you this morning to celebrate your guys’ one year anniversary

he made breakfast for the two of you this morning because he knew it’d most likely be the very last meal you shared together as a couple 

it’s why he looked so sad when you left

it’s why he didn’t stop you before you left - because he was letting you go.

your vision begins to blur with tears as you press your lips together as tightly as possibly in an effort to not completely lose your mind

how could he do this to you? especially on your anniversary??

did he even know today was your guys’ anniversary?? or was it just a coincidence?

your bottom lip begins to quiver and you feel your face starting to get hot

this is humiliating

what did you do wrong?

how long has he wanted to break up with you for?

did he only stay with you because he felt bad for you?

how could you do this to us?

you have so many questions for him but at the same time you have absolutely nothing to say

you’re just… you’re not even sure if it’s fully processed in your mind yet…

the most important thing to remember right now is to stay calm because the last thing you want is a reputation as a crazy ex-girlfriend

“it’s over…” taehyung says once more, clearly oblivious to the fact that you’re practically a ticking time bomb at the moment, “because namjoon texted me two hours ago and told me about your pr-“

“HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?!”

“wh-” taehyung nearly pisses himself when his pillow is suddenly hurled at him

he doesn’t get the chance to say anything before you’re storming out of his room and slamming the door behind you

…uh oh

maybe he took his prank a teensy bit too far too

see, the moment he found out from namjoon that you bailed on breakfast as part of your evil mastermind prank (once again: namjoon knEW that this was an awful idea from the start!!! he told you so!!!), he thought that he would one-up you by coming up with his own evil mastermind prank (namjoon was not aware of this, but let the record show that if he was aware, he definitely would’ve tried to stop it from happening)

so, naturally: you pretend to forget that today is your guys’ one year anniversary and he pretends to break up with you

they’re… kind of equal, aren’t they??

…aren’t they?!

maybe the two of you should just avoid pranking each other from now on.

he feels his heart fall out of his aSS when he hears you let out a particularly loud cry and he immediately zips out of his room to go and find you

“woAH, woah, woah-!” taehyung manages to move out of the way before one of the couch pillows smack him in face, “y/n, baby, hold on-“

“i can’t believe you- you would- would break up with me on our one year anni-anniversary-!” you blubber as you scramble to find things to THROW at his stupid-ugly-dumb-loser face, “how could yo-you be so cru-cruel?!”

“can you please just- i need you to calm down and let me explain-!” taehyung dodges a little case of tic-tacs and his eyes widen when he sees you going for your textbooks

thoSe are definitely going to hurt a lot more than a case of tic-tacs

“you’ve don-done plenty of explaining, kim taehyung-!” you feel taehyung wrap his arms around you from behind and you manage to pull your arms out of his grip before you start swatting at his forearms, “d-don’t touch me, i don’t want you to to-touch me, LET GO OF ME-!”

“IT WAS A PRANK!” taehyung feels his own eyes beginning to water when he hears you let out the most defeated sob and he hates that it’s because of him that you’re in so much pain, “it was a prank, i’m sorry, i-it was a prank.”

you immediately stop squirming in his grip before sniffling

two seconds of silence tick by 

“i-it- are you serious?” you breathe out 

“so serious. super-duper serious.” taehyung mumbles and loosens his grip around you so that you can turn around to face him, “namjoon texted me an hour after you left and… well, you were pranking me, so then i thought… i thought that maybe i would prank you back…?”

oh

well

now you feel a little silly 

you reach up to wipe away the faT tear dripping down your chin, “so you… you’re not breaking up with me?”

taehyung’s features soften and he shakes his head quickly, “of course not!!!! of course i’m not breaking up with you, silly thing…” he reaches up to cup your face before peppering kisses all over your cheeks, “i could never do that to you - i love you far too much.”

and now he’s just given you a completely different reason to burst into uncontrollable tears

“you love me?” your heart glows golden in your chest when taehyung nods confidently

“yeah, i… i love you.”

he… he loves you.

oh wow

he’s never said that to you before

he’d always get a little nervous when the two of you would start tip-toeing around the emotional aspect of your relationship so you never really pushed it

you were ready to tell him that you loved him like five months ago but you were worried about freaking him out and scaring him off

and to be honest you were a little scared to say it yourself because love is a very strong word to use and it’s not like you can just take it back super easily if you changed your mind

so you decided that you’d say it when tae said it to you

so you waited

and you waited

and you waited a little while longer

you diD let it slip that one time he brought back an extra tub of yogurt for you but you think you did a decent job at covering your tracks (“i love you…rgurt! i love yogurt.”)

(spoiler alert: you did a terrible job at covering your tracks.)

the point is that that was the moment in which you knew how much he cared for you and that he at least like-liked you and that was really all that mattered!

but now… now that you’re actually hearing the phrase from him… it seems surreal.

it’s like you’ve been waiting so long to have this thing and now that you finally have it you have no idea what to do with it 

“i know it’s… definitely taken me a while to say it, but… i finally know how i feel, and…” he pulls away from you before shoving his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants, “it’s whatever, though. like… it’s not a big deal if you’re not on the same page yet, that’s completely fine. this is just something that i’ve wanted to get off my chest for a while now, and i thought that today would be the perfect day to tell you that-“

“i love you too.” you don’t mean to interrupt him mid-ramble but you can’t help that you’re feeling so wonderfully overwhelmed with emotions at the moment!!!!!

taehyung’s cheeks redden a little and he lets out a chuckle, “that’s good! that’s a relief. i’m glad.”

you wrap your arms around his neck loosely and taehyung instinctively slinks his arms around your waist, “happy one year anniversary, by the way.”

taehyung feels his tummy do a little somersault and he can’t stop the stupid grin growing on his face, “happy one year anniversary, y/n.”

tae leans in to give you a kiss but you place a finger on his lips quickly, “promise to never prank each other again?”

he gives your finger a tiny kiss before pulling back a little bit, “we both know you’re only saying that because you know your prank was a lot lamer than mine-“

“excuse- i had it all planned out!” you shove him away before gawking at him, “you were the one who ruined my prank-“

“aw… is someone upset because her pwank sucked absowute ass fwom the start?” tae pushes his bottom lip out in a mocking pout, “is baby gonna cwy again?”

he takes a step back when you take a step forward before he quickly moves to stand behind the safety of the couch

“oh, i hate-“

“nope!” taehyung holds his finger out at wags it at you, “that word is no longer allowed in our apartment because you just told me you love me, and according to the kim taehyung rulebook, that means no takesies-backsies-“

“you said it to me first!!!!!” you bend down to grab a pillow off the floor and tae immediately grabs one off the couch

“oh yeah?? miss i-love-yourgurt-“

“why, you- i’m going to STRANGLE-“

it’s funny because you always thought the mood and atmosphere would be a little more romantic when the two of you finally told each other that you loved one another

but it’s not like you can pick and choose what happens in a special moment like this, can you?

so you’ll take it: your leaky eyes and bright red nose, the scattered tic-tacs on the floor, the fact that you’re currently chasing your boyfriend (of one whole year!!!!!) around the living room threatening to strangle him-

…you’ll take it.

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hii:) i’m looking for a fic i read in 2019 (i think it was a tae fic) i believe they hated eachother but then they were roomates and they had insomnia and to help them sleep they began cuddling so they could fall asleep? it then worked and then they fell in love! it’s okay if you can’t help me try and find it:))

Hi!

Ok so you didn't mention the ship

Sooo I'm not really sure if this is the one you're looking for

If it isn't, please drop another ask with the ship name

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Fall Asleep (Fall For You)

BY: drannie

SHIP: TAEKOOK

WORD COUNT: 149954

CHAPTERS: 22

STATUS: COMPLETE

RATING: EXPLICIT

SUMMARY:

“They say when you fall in love you can’t fall asleep, but now that I’ve met you I feel like I finally can.”

A University AU where Jungkook and Taehyung become roommates. But Jungkook has insomnia and can't fall asleep with other people and Taehyung can't fall asleep alone.

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On a side note I got to read a super great fic. Even if this is not the one you're looking for, I would 100% recommend it :)

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Quarter Quell II

Yandere Jungkook, Hunger Games AU

Warnings; gore, death, yandere behavior, killing, strong language, kids murdering other kids, male on female violence (special trigger warning: if you have suffered abuse or are extremely sensitive to like-mannered scenes I want to take a moment to warn you that there is certain scenes in which male tributes will hurt and overpower other female tributes. If this will trigger you, please refrain from reading and I apologize beforehand.)

Words; 12.8k

The Capitol of Panem maintains its’ hold on it’s 12 districts by forcing them each to select a boy and a girl, called Tributes, to compete in a nationally televised event called the Hunger Games.  Every citizen must watch as the youths fight to the death until only one remains.

The end had arrived.

Faintly, in the back of your mind, you could hear a doomful melody accompany your death march.  Hauntingly beautiful bells and strings swam in your consciousness, making the awfully bleak scene even more gothically tragic.  A personalized soundtrack for your promised annihilation.

On either side of you was a peacekeeper, each of them holding a gun to ensure your spineless obedience.

You followed them silently...wordlessly...mindlessly.

The sound of footsteps echoed in your ears as they bounced off the surface of the concrete walls.  They guided you deeper into the grey, sterile and fluorescent-lighted corridor. Each pace forward only further locked in your fate. And as a slave to ruthless destiny, you continued onward.  

You were marching to your death.  

Yet, you felt no anger.

No fear.

Not even a lick of grief or pity entertained your empty mind as you followed the path of your own demise.  

Your body had gone into a semi-shock, not allowing you to fully grasp the severity of the situation in hopes of postponing a mental breakdown.  All functions had suddenly gone numb, protecting you from the wrath of panic that would thunder upon you if you focused too closely on this dire moment.  You welcomed this sensation and allowed it to coax you into a zombie-like state, even if this tranquility was phony you still willingly clung to it.  

Perhaps the reason for your lack of reaction was due to an acceptance of death.  You held the benevolence of a queen approaching the guillotine, if nothing could change your sentence than the least you could do is hold your head up and never let them see you break.  

You kept the charade up until the peacekeepers halted beside a door marked ‘10 F’.  

Your breath hitched.  

One of them then reached over to open it, the other grasped one of his gloved hands onto your arm to hold you in place, somehow expecting a fight, before shoving you into the room.  

It was the resounding slam of the door that finally cracked your resolve.  

Tears began to well in your eyes as you observed the last room you’d ever see before the hellish arena.  

It was small, as to be expected.  White tile lined not only the floor but also the walls, the bright lighting reflected off of them and almost blinded you in the process.  In the center of the room was a metal table, sat upon it was the tribute wear. Dark grey camo pants lined with utility pockets, a tight black tank top, and a blue windbreaker-like jacket.  To top it all off, a pair of black combat boots sat on the floor next to the table.

The outfit you would die in.  

You choked back a sob as the postponed sadness made it’s belated arrival.  

It seeped in like a flood does to a house with a weak foundation.  The sticky and awfully heavy dread took its’ time peeling away the decaying layer of denial with steady ease.  Then, it clung to your bones…. melting itself further and further until it eventually made its’ way to your core and wrapped itself around it.  

You suddenly couldn’t breathe.  

The air had evaporated before it could reach your desperate lungs.  Replacing it was the icy shock of terror as it consumed every fiber of your being.  In response, your chest began to heave up and down as your body began a hyperventilation process in search of more oxygen.  

“I-I’m too young to die.”  your broken whisper barely penetrated the pathetic whimpers and wheezes your body was also making.  

Out of nowhere, a tiny spark of anger ignited within you.  Anger at who, you did not know. But you felt an unfairness like no other in that moment.  You felt robbed of basic humane rights, such as living your life up till it’s natural and uneventful end.  Why? Why cut your life so short? You never thought of yourself as young but goddammit, you didn’t think your teenage years were enough to be called a ‘full life’.  How heartless were people to look at the youth in the tributes and demand such short lives of potential to be cut even shorter?  

“Dearie, what good would crying do at this point?”  A purring yet somehow also grutal voice called out from behind you, breaking your inner dialogue of misery.  

You turned to face your designer in all her capitol glory.  

Her name fit her in the most pretentious way.  They called her Topaz, and her bronze skin, that was always pressed with expensive Capitol body oils, resembled the characteristics of the infamous gemstone.  To compliment this coco complexion, she often wore gold makeup with green or yellow dresses that flowed behind her tall amazon body. Her black curls were always flowing freely, sometimes with a crown on her head to feed the superiority complex she without a doubt had.  

But today she toned it down for the seriousness of the occasion.  

Her figure-hugging dress was black, as if to attend your pseudo funeral because you sure as hell weren’t getting one after this.  Her curls were tied up into a tight bun to further emphasize her slender and bare face that was free of any noticeable makeup besides and odd golden-glittery lipstick.  

“I know you must be very scared, but we only have a few minutes to get you ready.”  She placed a hand on your shoulder whilst shooting you a soft and barely sympathetic smile that didn’t quite reach those amber orbs of hers.  Then rather roughly, she proceeded to guide you to the table and gestured for you to take your clothes off.  

Such invasion of privacy would be uncustom if she had not waxed your entire naked body and hosed it down the minute you entered the capitol.  

Slowly, you peeled away your casual outfit as Topaz eagerly handed you the tribute one, bit by bit.  

It was awkward, tense and additionally pathetic with the occasional sounds of your sniffles and continuous streaming of tears.  All the while she eyed you with this soulless blank stare that unnerved your already high-strung nerves. You briefly wondered how many times she did this exact ritual.  How many kids from your home district did she watch break down and dress in the clothes they’d eventually be slaughtered in? Did she also smile at them and offer forged empathy, pretending to understand what it was that they were going through in their last moments...as if she wouldn’t return back to some Capitol cafeteria and eat a luxurious brunch whilst watching the bloodbath that would unfold.

Instantly you got a wave of nausea.  

How was it that both you and this woman were both species of the same human race, with beating hearts, souls and brains yet one could turn so corrupt while you ended up with the fate of a mere prey?  Was even a tiny molecule of her guilty for the kids she looked in the eye before sending them to their premature deaths?  

You avoided her gaze with a new sense of disgust and focused on zipping up your jacket.  

“Don’t forget the boots.”  Topaz added before reaching down to grab them and hand them to you.  You took them wordlessly and knelt down to put them on. Whilst you were doing this, your designer apparently felt the need to lighten the dark aura around you with some ‘comforting’ words. “You know Y/n, you’re actually quite lucky that you’re playing this Quell.  No weapons means no bloodbath. The first ten minutes of most games are the deadliest but that can’t really be said with this one. I doubt there’s even going to be a Cornucopia.”  

Oddly enough, this was indeed slightly soothing.  Although you felt very offended that she dare call you ‘lucky’, she did have a point. No weapons meant that there wouldn’t be a race to get them, and the first ones to get their hands on them couldn’t turn and attack the others.  That should at least buy you enough time to slip away and find cover, if no one bigger decides to gang up on you.  

Suddenly you got a flash in your minds’ eye of a certain black-eyed career who made his infatuation with you all too known.

You physically flinched at the prospect of Two getting his hands on you the first thing in the game.  

All you could do was pray that the gamemakers took mercy on you and didn’t station him too close.

Blearily, you stood back up and looked towards the corner of the room to spot the item that would eventually spit you up into the arena.  It was a glass tube, nothing spectacular about it. But you knew the moment you would step in it, the rounded glass doors would envelop shut and trap you in.  You stood there for a minute, staring at it as if your stare could eventually burn right through it if you truly tried.  

But alas you were without luck or fortune.  

“It’s about time, Y/n.”

The ominous words were enough to stop the beating of your heart.  

A pitiful and begging voice began a mantra in your head, ‘I don’t want to die.  I don’t want to die. I don’t want to die. I don’t wan-’

A nudge was given to your back and successfully shoved you closer to the tube.  Goosebumps raised on the surface of your skin and the instinct to dry heave became too much to bear.  

Topaz continued pushing you further and further, until you were at the edge of the object and a mere inch away from being in it.  Your body had frozen stiff in attempt to plant yourself to the ground, but it sadly wasn’t enough to alter your fate.  

With one more final shove, you were in the tube.  

Topaz was half in and half out of the cylinder, her hands on your shoulders and her chin by your shoulder to whisper her last version of ‘break a leg’.  

“If you win this, I’ll personally buy you a name-brand dress.” You could practically hear her proud smirk as she said this.  “Good luck, hun.”  

The audacity was enough to make you whip around in preparation to slap that smug smile off her face.  Was the need to live not enough motivation? Did she think that hanging an expensive piece of cloth over your head would be the push you needed to survive?  How fucking dare she-

You opened your mouth to holler and even raised a hand, but when you fully turned around the glass doors had enveloped shut and Topaz was on the other side of it, waving ‘bye’ in a content manner.  

Your jaw dropped in horror as you heard an odd ‘whoosh’ sound occur from above you.  

You looked up to see that the roof of the tube had slip open.  

Right above it was the arena…. waiting for you with the utmost promise of lost innocence and bloodshed.  

Your heart and breathing began to accelerate as you felt the pedestal beneath you begin to slowly rise, bringing you closer and closer to the top.  

Closer.

Closer.

And closer.

You clenched your eyes shut and tried to soothe this upcoming panic attack that was looming over the horizon of your sanity.  

You took a deep breath and attempted to rationalize.

Blurry memories of previous games fogged up in your mind like some sort of warning.  Images of shell-shocked tributes in the throes of denial who would stay frozen during the opening of the game, unable to fully process their situation….they were usually the first to go.  

You couldn’t let that happen to you.  

‘Calm down, the first minutes of the game are detrimental.  If you freak out now and stall, you’ll miss your chance to escape.’  You thought to yourself.

As awful as it was, you were in this game for better or worse.  No time could be saved for moping, survival mode had to be switched on now or never.  From here on out, you would have to think like an animal and solely focus on methods to outrun the predators.  Humanity had to be abandoned.  

The pedestal stopped rising, letting you know that you were now fully in the arena.  

You swallowed, whether it was to help your mouth that suddenly gone dry or to keep the bile at bay you did not know.  

The temperature around you was cool, yet also somehow humid and damp. Your nose took in a voluntary sniff and discovered a scent of must, earth and...mold?  

You opened your eyes to behold the 100th Annual Hunger Games arena.

You were underground, all around you were gigantic rocky caverns.  It was similar to a dome, except the walls in which you were enveloped were ridgy and a hundred feet high.  There was also smaller tunnels at the edges of the arenas’ center in which the tributes were located. They were so huge and abyssal that one felt like an ant standing in the middle of it all.  Everything was dark due to no natural lighting beyond the small cracks in the rocks above that allowed very little sun to seep through.

You looked around in awe.  

The arena was a series of underground caves.  

You would’ve preferred a forest or a jungle.  At least then there would be more chances for food and water.  But you supposed you should’ve been grateful that it wasn’t an arctic habitat or a desert one.  

You quickly turned your attention to the other tributes.  

As custom, you were all aligned in a giant circle.  The closest kids to you were still ten or so feet away.  You noted with relief that you couldn’t make out Jungkook anywhere near you.  But to be fair, it was hard to make out anyone in such dim lighting. But from what you could tell it was the boy from Four and the girl from Nine stationed on either side of you.  

Unlike any other games, there wasn’t a Cornucopia to behold.  

All you could see was an orange, hologram number ‘10’ floating about 50 feet in the center of the circle of tributes.  

A robotic voice thundered the arena with a chilling, “Welcome to the 100th annual Hunger Games.  May the odds be ever in your favor. We begin in 10…”

The holdram morphed into a 9 to symbolize the beginning of a countdown.

“9.”

“8.”

“7.”

“6.”

“5.”

“4.”

“3.”

“2.”

“1.”

The sound of a cannon shot through the silence as the hologram instantly depleted into nothingness.  The sound so chilling, especially when you know that the cannon would be the first of many.

Adrenaline rushed through your veins as you flew off of your pedestal like a bat out of hell.  

You threw your body in the opposite direction of the circle, rushing outwards in hopes to seek cover in one of the smaller tunnels and worm your way far from all the other tributes

You heard yelling and the sounds of wrestling or tussling, but you refused to look back to witness the unraveling of any tribute-on-tribute amicability.  You briefly just hoped that Chenle and Taehyung were agile enough to get away without any trouble.  

Your boots hitting the rocky ground was the only sensation you allowed yourself to focus on, along with the sight of a medium sized cavern that you had your sights set on and were running towards.  Your heart was beating so fast it would’ve been a medical mystery how it didn’t burst out of your chest, but you only had one instinct to escape. If luck was on your side, the tunnel wouldn’t be a dead end and could eventually lead you into another one.  

You were about 15 feet away from entering the cave when something caught around your ankle, causing you to fall face first with your arms barely coming out in time to catch the brunt of the fall.  When you were fully on the ground, something heavy and strong began to straddle your hips, successfully pinning you down.  

You looked up to see the boy from Four.

He smirked down at you, his sun kissed skin glowing eerily in the dim lighting of the cave.  

You didn’t know if he was a career or not, but he was a strong tribute that scored well during the personal assessment and wasn’t one to be messed with. You don’t recall doing anything to offend 4, so to say you were confused would be an understatement. The way he glared down at you was terrifying and implied some sort of personal vendetta.  

“Get that scared shitless look off your face, doll.  I’m not gonna hurt you.” He laughed humorlessly in response to your pathetic squirms.  “You see, Two demanded that we try to get you first thing in this game. You’re kinda my meal ticket into that career alliance.”

Your heart only raced faster, finding no assurance in his promise to not hurt you.  

Fuck, he was one of Jungkook’s little foot soldiers and was planning to use you as some sort of trading piece.  You now felt so foolish for assuming that Jungkook would be your only problem, his allies would be gunning you down as well.  

You began to thrash wildly out of fear, desperate to get him off you knowing that his plans would lead to a fate worse than death.  Panicking, you began to plead for your freedom. “Please, you don’t understand! Jungkook is lying! There’s nothing going on between us!”  

Four just stared down at you blankly before rolling his dark eyes and pinning your arms above your head.  

You suddenly went limp as tears began to stream down your face.  You looked around you and saw that most if not all tributes were making a mad dash to the hidden caves, no one stopping to help you or pay you any mind in favor of saving their own asses.  

Four was huge and if he didn’t want you to get up, then you weren’t getting up. You had a better chance of melting into the very ground beneath you than fighting him off.  

The tanned boy smiled in response to your now powerless form, all too grateful to see your cooperation and lack of hope.  “There’s a good girl. Now-”

A loud ‘crack’ sounded, prematurely cutting him off.  

Four’s eyes suddenly rolled into the back of his head before his entire body slumped forward.  

A black haired, tall, pale but sturdy boy stood behind Four.  He was holding up a rock and you concluded fairly quickly that it was he who smashed it into the back of four’s head.  Your lungs began to hyperventilate, not knowing if he was going to use that same rock to bash your head in next. His dark eyes drank you in, noting your panic and seeming to scoff at the display, oddly unimpressed by it.  The boy then dropped the make-shift weapon before breaking into a sprint.  

As he passed you, he yelled one thing.  “Run, you idiot!”  

Those were apparently the magic words you needed to hear.  They snapped you into action as you hurriedly scrambled out from underneath Four’s heavy but unconscious form to continue your journey into the tunnel.  

One thought stayed with you all the while, long after you made it into the dark, empty but safe cave.  

Why did 12 bother saving you?   --

Part two

“Every time that cannon goes off, it’s music to my ears.  I don’t care about any of them.” -Finnick Odair, Victor of 65th Annual Hunger Games.  

The cave was very small, you found it after running into a large tunnel, taking multiple random turns and searching very hard to find a hidden little hole that was closed off by some large boulders.  It was so tiny that one had to army-crawl to get in, but you liked it that way.  This meant that you weren’t out in the open, that you were so well hidden that tributes would walk past it without knowing you were even there.  

It was a cramped but perfect little hide-out, you barely had enough space to cross your legs and rest against the wall but you didn’t mind.  At least you felt safe.  So thus you sat in pitch-black darkness and listened closely to the sounds of your breathing echoing back to you in the intimate little spot you now called home.  

You closed your eyes and tried to focus on calming down.  

The adrenaline was still running through you like some sort of drug, the hairs on your arms stood stubbornly and your chest continued to heave up and down with a sense of pending doom.  Your body wasn’t allowing you to relax, somehow still expecting a surprise attack and not wishing to fully give into tranquility.  You had to pull a mind over matter and trick yourself into not having another anxiety attack, which is very hard to do in the middle of an arena.  

If your sense of time was correct, the game had been on for about 20-30 minutes.  

Meaning, the canons were scheduled to go off any minute now.   Usually after people scrambled from the bloodbath and the careers did their killing, the gamemakers would sound off all the canons at once.  This only happens on the first day though, after the first day the canons would trigger instantly when someone dies. But since most deaths occurred on the first day and happened all in quick succession during the bloodbath, it suited both the tributes and viewers well to count the canons after everything had calmed down.  

As if reading your mind, a booming sound pierced the fragile blanket of silence.

The sound was thundering and vibrated the entire arena, or maybe it was just your mind that perceived it that way due to your current circumstances.  Nonetheless, it was terrifying.  Especially when one keeps in mind that one cannon symbolizes one childs’ life cut short.  

They began to trigger, one by one.

“One.”  You counted to yourself.  “Two.  Three.  Four.  Five.  Six.”  

The series of cannons suddenly halted and bled into another irksome silence.  

Six…

Six lives lost just a meer half hour ago.  

Six lives that could’ve been you….but weren’t.  

A montage of all the tributes suddenly ran through your head, taunting you as you couldn’t help the famished hunger to know who died that burned through your chest.  Was it Taehyung?  Was it Chenle?  Did the boy from Four survive the blow to the head?  Did ‘god’ really answer your prayers and killed some of the career pack?  Maybe even, dare you say it, Jungkook himself?

Your heart raced faster as you shook your head, not liking where your train of thought was going and the added affect it had on your body.  Your attempted to rationalize with yourself, you could wait until tonight to see the faces of the fallen tributes via the hologram update that happened every night.  You would just have to wait until then, you wouldn’t be doing yourself any favors by going crazy with worry now.  

Instead you decided to do some mental math.  Twenty four minus six equates to eighteen 

Eighteen kids were still alive.  One of which was you.  You now had a 1/18th chance of making it out of here.

The feeling was bittersweet.  Because although each trigger of the cannon represented a life lost, it also meant you were that much closer to the end and possibly being the last one to survive.  Maybe you should shift your mentality to one of pessimistic idealism?  Perhaps the key to getting through this was by seeing the good in the bad.  Yes, every death was awful and you’d never condone it.  But, if they were dead anyway then what’s the harm in trying to take their demises as well as possible?  It was always best to think positively, right?  That’s probably how past victors thought, given the mental stability was just as important as the physical stability.  

You remember past games where tributes lost their minds.  One boy from Six even went crazy and started eating the corpses of other dead tributes.  You couldn’t eat meat for a week after watching that. A girl from Eight once went loopy from the freezing cold arena and stripped her clothes off before breaking out in song and dance.  There was also a really old game, probably one of the first ten games, where the arena was a desert and there was no water, you vividly recalled watching a young kid of probably 12 or 13 cut himself just for the sake of lapping up the warm blood.  

You couldn’t allow yourself to fall into that-

Wait, what were you thinking?  

What was wrong with you?  You’d only been in this arena for an hour or so and were already allowing your morals to be compromised if it could buy you some cheap peace of mind.  Of course every death was depressing, no one deserved to play in this game! What was wrong with you?  Why were you almost relieved that kids were dying and putting your chances into a better perspective?

Maybe you and the careers weren’t so different after all….

This conclusion was so bone-chilling and vile that you couldn’t help the small whimper that escaped your lips.  

You quickly concluded that pondering was no longer for you.

Another rule you’d have to adapt; your mind can be your worst enemy in here, best not get lost in your thoughts.  

You suddenly felt awfully exhausted.  Not a type of tired where you’ve been up for a little too long or had just done a tedious amount of physical work, but a type of tired where you simply no longer wanted to be conscious or aware.  Your body felt somehow extremely light but heavy at the same time, your eyelids drooping in insistence for some shut eye.  

But you couldn’t fall asleep just yet.  

If you fell asleep now, then there was a chance that you would miss the fallen tributes segment.  You needed to stay up, if only just to find out if Chenle, Taehyung and Jungkook were still out there.  

For the next few hours, you just sat there.  Blankly staring at nothing and trying to busy yourself with dumb little songs or riddles that you allowed to occupy your mind for the time being.  You never thought you would say this; but when you weren’t fighting for your life and clawing for survival, the games could be rather boring.  It was a ridiculous notion- to be bored in this very vital time period where your life is a stake with every waking moment you spend in this arena.  But it was the truth, there was nothing to do.  

Until, something abruptly halted your colorless daydreams.  

You didn’t know how to describe it.  And to be honest, you felt it more than you heard it.  

The ground beneath you suddenly began to shake with such intense ferocity that you couldn’t help but wonder if it was an earthquake.  Then your ears picked up on the noise; and what awful sounds they were.  

First, it was like a crash that never stopped.  A sudden falling of countless heavy objects, most likely rocks or boulders given the habitat.  It sounded as if they just kept raining down, their heavy mass hurling upon the ground and striking anyone in it’s way.  

Next, the screams followed.  

They were tortured and pained hollers that echoed down the tunnels and vibrated the air around you.  You heard both male and female voices, crying in agony and begging for help in what you could assess was a little less than 20 yards away.  

Your body began to shake as you cupped a hand over your mouth to avoid crying out.  

You were hearing the last wails of young kids who were surely going to die.  

Boiling hot tears streamed down your cheeks in realization on what must’ve happened.  

But, did you dare wander out of your safe cocoon to investigate?  

It wasn’t the smartest choice, but what if one of those desperate shouts belonged to Taehyung or even Chenle?  

With that concerning thought, you were hastily crawling out of your little hideout with little regard for your own safety.  

Once you were out of your miniature cave, you hurriedly snapped your head side to side to see that the tunnel was void of any other tributes.  Knowing you had very little time, you broke into a sprint and followed the direction of the screams.  

As you ran through the dim and mossy cave, you only had one thought running through your mind.  

‘Please don’t let it be them.’  you prayed.  

When you finally reached the site of such mayhem, your stride completely stopped as you lost all strength in your legs due to utter shock.  

You fell to your knees and gagged, the luxurious breakfast you had in the Capitol was seeping its’ way upwards and threatening to make you vomit.  

The sight in front of you was…. grotesque.  

One of the caves had given out and collapsed.

And in result, tributes were crushed.  

Their mangled bodies were twisted inhumanely under such hefty rocks that were now stained ruby red with their blood.  Some of the tributes had eyes budging out of their sockets, along with their tongues due to the numerous amount of pressure that was weighing down on them.  You only saw two bodies, but you heard choked screams of some others that were out of sight.  

But all those cries were ignored by you, your focus solely on one body that was also pinned beneath such monstrous boulders.  

His eyes were shut, face peaceful yet blank and body limp as if boneless.

He almost looked like he was sleeping….but the puddle of blood that dripped from his mouth and onto the ground told you everything you needed to know.  

And if that didn’t, then the cannon that sounded sure did.

Taehyung was gone.  

--

Part Three

“He wasn’t much but...he was from home.”  -Johanna Mason, Victor of 71st Annual Hunger Games.  

You didn’t know how long you’ve been crying.  

But from the way your eyes were practically swollen shut, head pounding ruthlessly and throat dry and scratchy in result of your numerous groans of grief, you could conclude that you must’ve carried out this sob fest for at least a couple hours now.  

The scene of your distract mates’ death was stained to the back of your eyelids, greeting you with gory misery everytime you so much as blinked.  This would obviously cause another round of cries from you and thus began a never-ending cycle.  

Taehyung was dead.

But not just any type of dead.  He was crushed to death and most likely suffered through every single pound of rock that slowly sucked the life out of him.  His body was squished so brutally, as if he was nothing but a small insect for the gamemakers to step on.  

Somehow the nature of his death offended you beyond belief.  

Taehyung wasn’t a loud or overly-sweet person, but he deserved more than to have his life ended like that.  He was quiet, but you knew that beneath his silence lingered a remarkable intelligence and code of honor.  His face was always wearing an aloof expression, but that’s just due to his guarded nature and unwillingness to let anyone see his weaknesses.  He wasn’t the closest to you, but the way he helped you with Jungkook showed his true nature- he had the protective instinct for you that you’d assume an older brother might have.  

Something about his end just didn’t sit right with you.  

Taehyung was gold-skinned from hours upon hours out in the sun, hands calloused from rough labor, he was tall enough to have to peer down at almost everyone he spoke to, body lean but sturdy and voice so deep and grutal that you couldn’t even picture how he must’ve sounded as a pubescent boy.  Taehyung was such a strong figure worthy of respect in your eyes.  

So to see him pale, limp, lifeless and under thousands of pounds worth of debris and rock was….unnerving to say the least.  

How the mighty have fallen.

After you saw Taehyung, you had cried for a minute before vomiting up your breakfast, being unable to stomach the sight and ultimately losing the battle with your stomach.  You were tempted to stay with your District mate until the very end, to wait by his side until the ship would take his body, but the pained groans and cries had seemed to attract other tributes to that area as well.  

You had heard footsteps echo from the tunnel opposite of the scene, across from where you sat next to the corpse of Taehyung.  

It sounded like a group of people, you couldn’t make their words out properly but they sounded curious and were confidently jogging closer and closer to the disaster.  

Somehow you just knew that it was the careers.  

You felt conflicted; you wanted to stay with your counterpart until the very end, but there was only one person in this game who terrified you to your very core.  

District Two’s Jungkook.  

Otherwise known as the head of the career pact.  

And if he spotted you…

Your flight or fight instincts took over.  

You had rushed towards Taehyung and hastily pressed your lips against his forehead, trying not to cringe at how ice-cold his skin was.  

You whispered one thing to him, logically aware that he couldn’t hear it but wishing that his greater conscious would.  

“I’m sorry.”  

Then like that, you quickly turned around and ran as fast as you could back to your little-hide out.  

And here you were hours later; huddled up in your little hole whilst still shaken and miserable.  

One could argue that it was ridiculous to be so sad about his death, given you could count on both hands how many conversations you had with him.  But it was not for someone else to understand; the feeling of losing the one person who originated from the same place as you.  Everyone else in this arena was just a bunch of faceless threats from places beyond your knowing.  Taehyung was the last piece of home you had left, the last person you could fully relate to and to have him ripped away from you so soon...you felt robbed and alienated.

Your last goodbye to him suddenly entered your mind.

You didn’t know what you were sorry to Taehyung for, but you just felt like you needed to say it in that moment.  Maybe you were guilty that you didn’t try harder to become his ally and team up in the arena.  Or maybe you were just sorry that his end had to be like that, that you didn’t get to him sooner. Perhaps even being sorry that you couldn’t stay with his body like you had wanted to.

Yet maybe it was a good thing that he died on the first day.  Some might even say that those who died first were the luckiest...they wouldn’t have the torture of carrying on the game for days on end.  

This stream of thought was prematurely cut short when the Capitols’ anthem suddenly began to echo inside the caves.

You were dreading seeing Taehyung’s face splayed up as a fallen tribute for everyone to see, but you had no choice but to watch and get a full count of who was left.  Reluctantly, you crawled out of your hole so that just your upper half was out, peeking out like a turtle in case there was any other tributes.  

You quickly found the segment projected onto the ridgy walls of the rocky caverns.  Right now it was just the bright blue symbol of the capitol as the trumpets and drums continued to play.  You braced yourself, held your breath and waited...and waited...and waited.  But eventually the anthem just faded out as the symbol remained.  

Your face scrunched up in confusion.  

Had the fallen tributes segment glitched?  Why hadn’t any faces been displayed?  

Out of nowhere, a smooth and deep voice purred over the unseen speakers, almost startling you back into your ‘shell’.  

“Why, I see so many befuddled expressions out there.”  

A gleeful chuckle followed.  

Your eyes widened as you recognized who was speaking to all the tributes.  The only person allowed to make announcements was the one and only head game maker.  And when the head game maker went out of his way to speak to the tributes...well, it was never a good sign.  

“As part of the twist of the Quarter Quell, the gamemakers have decided that knowing your enemy is a huge advantage.  It can be argued that it’s rather generous of the Capitol to allow you such luxury of seeing the fallen every night.”  A brief pause.  “We then wondered how you all would fare if you didn’t know who was alive and who was dead.  So for the first time ever, the fallen tribute tradition has been temporarily...suspended.”  

Your jaw dropped as you slowly but surely realized what was happening.  

They couldn’t, could they?

“Instead, every night we will display a number.  This number will represent how many tributes are still alive.”

Reacting to his words, the capitol’s symbol instantly morphed into a giant number ‘14’.  

The head game maker let out a thoughtful hum.  “Fourteen of you left. Interesting… may the odds be ever in your favor, one out of fourteen isn’t a bad shot when you really think about it.”  The statement shook you to your core, the makers’ soothing and accented voice saying those words was somehow too real for you to handle.  He finally concluded the announcement with one more farewell, a smile being heard in his voice as he finished it all off with a simple; “Goodnight.”  

The display depleted back into nothingness as the speakers cut out with a definite ‘click’.  

If the goal of such announcement was to taunt and rile the tributes, then they achieved this goal rather well.  

A burning itch of irritation bubbled under your skin, your face burning bright red and a random desire to yell out curses to the gamemakers overtook your mind in that very moment.  The audacity to not tell the tributes beforehand, the slimey pettiness to rub it in their faces via an announcement and the offensive “one in fourteen” comment was all too much for you to bear.  You weren’t a violent person by any means, but if given the chance you’d probably bash the head gamemakers’ face in.

You weren’t naive.  

You knew what they were doing.  

This wasn’t planned until later, because if it was part of the original agenda; the tributes would’ve been briefed on it so they could strategize accordingly.  The game makers decided on this later, most likely because they thought it would make better ratings or quicken some tribute-on-tribute story lines.  

But what could’ve made them pull the trigger on something like this-

No way.  

A horrid epiphany struck you as the gears in your aching and groggy mind began to turn.  

Who was the most beloved tribute of this game so far?  

Two.

What was said tribute most vocal about during his interview?  

You.

And who did district four try to obtain you for?

Him.

During his interview it was obvious how wrapped around his finger he had the viewers.  It wasn’t a far stretch to assume that most if not all of the Capitol truly bought into his one-sided romance propaganda.  So, if you were an average viewer of the games and saw that you and Jungkook weren’t together... then maybe it truly would be more entertaining to not have you two know if the other is alive or not.  Did they want to see the ‘secret lovers’ break not knowing if their soulmate was okay or dead?  

On top of that, you could only assume that many tributes were also separated from their District counterparts and were understandably concerned about their partner’s fate.  This was, regrettably, the perfect way to get in their heads and could even be traced back to the quell’s theme of ‘no support system.’  

You hated how evilly brilliant it all was.  

Although it didn’t seem like much, the paranoia didn’t take long to seep in.  Was Chenle still alive?  Did the boy from Twelve make it out?  And most importantly; was Jungkook still out there...looking for you?

Instinctively you crawled back into your little shelter, as if just thinking about him would magically make him materialize in front of you.  

You instead refocused your mind onto the number displayed just seconds before.  

14 people were still alive.  

Earlier, you had counted six cannons.  Which means four people would’ve had to died during the cave collapse, although you didn’t spot every single corpse in favor of mourning over Taehyungs’ specifically.  So all in all, ten children died today.  This left a little more than half of the original tributes left.  

Out of nowhere, the bleak yet bittersweet feeling spiked within you once again.   It was hard to feel any good about the short lives that were ended unfairly, yet if the games kept going at this pace then the whole nightmare showed signs of being be over sooner rather than later.  This thought lead into another question; how come so many died today?  

Natural diasters weren’t uncommon and they were obviously simulations created by the gamemakers.  They usually happened within the second half of the games though, when deaths were slowing down and the viewing experience became a little too boring for the Capitols’ taste.  So how come they chose to start off with a disaster right away?  

It was terrifying and worth concern for everyone, especially when considering that tributes could do nothing to combat them if the gamemakers just chose to have a volcano erupt near you or something like that.  When you think about it, anyone could’ve been in Taehyung’s place.  It was just a matter of being at the right place at the right time.  Luck was a bigger theme than odds were.  How hypocritical of them to say may the odds be in our favor when they’re the ones constantly manipulating them against us?  

You sighed and tried to rest comfortably against the wall of your little cave.  

You decided to just conclude that they must’ve made the cave collapse to make up for the lack of blood bath deaths.  It was the only explanation that made sense.  In other games with a Cornucopia and weapons, so much as 10 or 13 tributes would die trying to obtain supplies.  Obviously this couldn’t have been done with no weapons to fight over and most tributes just scattering away this time.  The gamemakers must’ve brainstormed other ways to up the death count and decided on collapsing part of the arena.  

You just hoped that tomorrow would be more bearable than today was.  

You hugged your jacket closer to your from after zipping it all the way up and buttoning it for good measure.  You didn’t know much about caves, but you figured that they most likely got really cold at night.  

You were weary with exhaustion, all the running and crying had drained a significant amount of energy from you.  Part of you wanted to stay up all night and be on the lookout for any other tributes, but it wouldn’t be realistic nor smart to begin a cycle of sleep deprivation this early in the game.  You would have to set your paranoia aside for some much needed rest.

You allowed your eyelids to fall as you tried to steady your breathing.  

A few minutes passed and the ever comforting rem cycle was not too far away from you, yet your nose suddenly twitched at a foreign smell, bringing you out of the lulling state.  

A gentle yet heavy scent of lavender and cinnamon overpowered your senses, startling you and causing you to open your eyes to investigate.  

You couldn’t see anything due to how dark it was in your hide-out, but the aura was only growing more and more potent every passing second.  Weirdly enough, your body was growing limp and relaxed although your mind was panicking and racing for some sort of explanation.  

You cupped a hand over your mouth and nose, suspecting that this odd fragrance was the cause.  

You hurriedly tried to crawl out of your nook, the task being difficult with just one hand available to you.  But when you finally made it out, you saw what was truly occurring.  

You felt like a bucket of ice was dropped onto you as you quickly caught onto what was happening.

The barren tunnel was seeping out some sort of fog-like gas.  It was artificially purple and smelled sickly sweet, almost enough to make you gag.  You mentally cursed the gamemakers before holding your breath and making a mad dash in the opposite direction of the gas.  

It must’ve been poisonous to anyone who breathed it in.  Why else would it be here?

You kept running and running, trying to ignore the burning of your lungs knowing that any breath you take will most likely be your last if you didn’t get away from the fog.  

But the gas was gaining ground at an alarming rate, almost biting at the back of your ankles with how close it was.  

Your eyes welled up with tears as your face grew blue due to how long you starved yourself from oxygen.  

You spotted another cave a few yards away and pushed yourself to it, knowing it was your only hope of escaping.  But when you entered it, you let out a frustrated scream at what was there to welcome you; more gas. ��

It was attacking you from every direction and you were unable to hold your breath any longer.  

Your eyelids grew droopy as you fell to your knees.  

Was this the end?  

Black spots entered your vision, growing in size until you couldn’t see anything else.  

Your body fell over and the last sound you faintly remember was the triggering of a cannon.  

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Part Three

“No!  I can still do this!  I can still do this.  One more kill.  It’s the only thing I know how to do.  Bring pride to my district…. Not that it matters.”  -Cato Porcious, fallen tribute of 74th Annual Hunger Games.  

Jungkook didn’t know what to feel when he first woke up to the second day of the 100th annual Hunger Games.  

First, he felt relief.  

He thought for sure that the violet gas of last night had taken him out for good.  

But then, he felt confusion.  

It took only a few seconds for him to process these emotions, study his surroundings, then jump up to his feet in bewilderment.  

In all his years of watching the games and preparing to one day play himself, he never could have anticipated this.

His jaw dropped as he slowly swiveled his head around in order to fully observe what had happened during his rest last night.

The arena….it changed.

It was hardly believable and didn’t make a lick of sense, but there was no doubt about it.  The musty and dark caves no longer encased them. Instead, Jungkook and his allies were lying in the middle of an abandoned street that was surrounded by tall yet barren buildings.  

It looked to be a city, or at least it was at one point.

The metropolitan area had endured lots of damage, some buildings even looked as though they have been bombed at some point.  There were loose bricks and concrete debris spread everywhere; dust, dirt and shards of glass caking lots of surface.  The skyline above was gray and cloudy, an odd film of brown stained the horizon in what must’ve been a pseudo pollution detail.  

It was a massive dystopian city.

“What the hell?”  

The groggy yet deep voice of the boy from One interrupted Jungkook’s silent awe, causing him to snap his attention back to his allies.  

They were just waking up, although Chanyeol seemed to have the head start as he was already sat up and studying what had become of the underground cave system with eyes of exasperated wonder.  For a moment the two were silent, waiting until Joy and Jeongyeon fully awoke and also realized the situation they were in.  

“Well,”  Jeongyeon stretched her arms above her head and yawned leisurely, somehow totally causal despite the giant revelation that just collectively went off in their heads.  Jungkook could never tell if she was genuinely as friendly and aloof as she acted, or if she was just that good at putting on a show for the viewers.  “at least now we know that the purple stuff wasn’t deadly.  Probably was just used to knock us out.”  

Jungkook rolled his eyes and refrained from scolding her for pointing out the obvious.  He routinely wondered to himself if he had the patience of a saint for putting up with District One’s peacock ways.  Their thirst for screen time would’ve been laughable if it weren’t for Jungkook’s high strung nerves that made him more irritable than usual.  

Luckily, Joy also saw the comment as stupid and had no trouble pointing that out.  “No shit, bimbo.”  

Jeongyeon frowned at this, still not used to Twos’ blunt and borderline mean nature.  She turned to her counterpart in search of back up, but the tired oaf of a teen just offered her a shrug and stood up for a morning stretch of those long legs of his.  

“How is this even possible?”  Jungkook murmured to himself, still trying to piece together all the logistics of how the gamemakers did something as drastic as changed the arena with all the tributes unconscious.  

“I don’t know man.  Who are we to question their high-end shit?  They probably just built all this stuff around us.”  Chanyeol said, overhearing Jungkook and budding in as was his custom.  

Jungkook scowled and tried his hardest to swallow down the hellish tick that crawled up the back of his neck.  

Now, he never thought that the games would be a cake walk per say.  Even the strongest of victors had to go through some pretty odd and seemingly unbearable circumstances to win.  Jungkook just assumed that he was capable enough to put up with any shit the gamemakers tossed his way; and it shouldn’t be a lot given he played into their little game and charmed his way into the forefront of the viewers’ minds.  But he guessed he could finally conclude that he underestimated just how difficult they were going to make this Quell.  

It was hard enough to attempt to track you down in the series of underground caves, how the hell was Jungkook going to find you if the very arena changed every single day?  

He felt his eye twitch on its’ own accord as he scanned every single building that stood proud in the doomsday skyline, knowing that there was no possible way he could search through every single one in his journey to find you.  

If you were alive.

14 tributes remained but no one said you were one of them.

His face darkened.  

How foolish had he been to assume that the gamemakers would just give him his love?  They were going to use you like bait, reeling him in and making him jump through hoops as if he was a dog yearning for a treat.  But to be fair, his pride was reduced to that of a dogs’ when it came to you.  

Joy took notice of her counterpart’s gloomy mood.  She licked her dry lips before commenting on it from her criss crossed position on the vacant road. “What’s your problem, loverboy?  Shouldn’t you be happy we’re not dead?”  

The rest of the career pack turned to their ‘leader’ who currently had his back turned towards them.  It was a bold move to taunt Two’s infatuation for you by calling him such nickname, but Joy was just a bold person in general.  It has yet to be said if Jungkook held a soft spot for her by allowing her passes to say such things, or if he was just waiting for the right time to bash her head in.  

“Of course it’s good we’re not dead.  But this twist is going to make everything so much harder.”  Jungkook bluntly responded, pretending to not notice the subtle jab.

Joy snorted.  “You mean it’s gonna make everything harder to find Ten.”  

Jungkook’s sudden silence only made her laugh harder.  

“Yeah, about that…”  Chanyeol trailed off, wondering if now would be a good time to ask the unknown.  “What is going on with you and the girl from Ten?  Why are we looking for her?”  

“She’s mine.”  The reply was short and brutal on Two’s part, shutting down any further inquiries as if he believed that any elaboration would be wasted on such fools.

Joy’s snorts only got louder as she eventually rolled over, clutching her stomach in delirium.  

“Like your girlfriend or something?  I thought the whole thing was an act.”  Jeongyeon scratched her head in confusion, how the hell would two tributes get into an exclusive relationship in the week before the games?  

“Or are you trying to track her down and fuck her?  I heard that the kids from Districts like that stay virgins till marriage.”  Chanyeol conversed, it wasn’t totally unknown for tributes to try to get their rocks off before or even during the games.  Lots of kids didn’t want to die virgins and found the solution within each other.  Of course, this never blossomed into a real romance given there could be only one victor.  Survival outlasted all other primal instincts.  

Jungkook suddenly found himself wondering if it was too late to become a lone wolf in this game.  District One was proving to be as dumb as ever and his own counterpart wasn’t helping matters in the slightest.  

The brute of a teen opened his mouth to spit out a retort, but quickly closed it when he realized he didn’t even know what to say.

The thing was; Jungkook didn’t feel the need to explain shit to anyone.  It wasn’t for them to understand.  Hell, even if he tried there was no possible way he could properly describe it... much less get them to understand.  

“Everyone shut up!  We need to get moving.  There’s still nine other tributes out there that we have to kill.”  Jungkook ordered, smirking in slight satisfaction when they all immediately stood up and got ready at the metaphorical snap of his fingers.  

The next two hours of the day consisted of the pack roaming the ruined streets of the city, silent and on high alert for any other tributes unlucky enough to come across the blood thirsty four. The only sounds to be heard was the light ‘crunch’ of the debris under their combat boots that resulted with every step they took.   What also followed them was an odd chemical smell that appeared to loom in every crevice of the city; a burning rubber scent that caused a scrunch of ones’ nose.  Jeongyeon voiced her concern for it being radioactive, but the three just shrugged, it’s not like they could do anything about it even if they wanted to.  

As the morning faded away to be replaced with the afternoon,  it became barringly obvious that all other weaker tributes would be spared given the careers had yet to spot a single soul.  This lack of action mixed in with hunger and thirst spiked tensions.  Soon enough Joy halted her steps in favor of plopping down on what looked to be a curb, pouting up up at Jungkook in bratty refusal to move any further.  

The pack halted and set their gaze on her.  

Two pairs of eyes peered confused, while the last pair glared ruthlessly.

“The games is more than just killing other people, Kook.  We need to survive too.  If we don’t find food or water soon, we won’t even be able to overpower others.”  Joy complained loudly, rubbing her sore ankles as if to prove her point.

Jungkook let out a low growl under his breath, wiping the sweat away from his forehead while trying to remind himself that he was on camera at all times.  

‘Don’t blow up, don’t blow up, don’t blow up’

“Joy might be onto something.  God only knows what arena we’ll wake up in tomorrow.  The only food we could get from the caves were insects and algae, we should search through these buildings for any scraps.”  Chanyeol attempted to be the voice of reason, without a doubt catching on to the fight that loomed in the near future if Joy and Jungkook didn’t get on the same page quickly.  

“I need to find her.”  This was said through gritted teeth, Jungkook’s patience being worn too thin to play the amicable act any longer.  

“Why must everyone suffer for the sake of your obsession?!” Joy scoffed, irritated that some mute country girl from Ten was being placed as priority one over her well-being.  

Jungkook felt his brow tick.  The familiar burning itch of a fury only infatuated men could understand graced his sensations once again.  The fact that your importance was being questioned was almost blasphemous to Jungkook.  Were they blind?  Of course the first objective had to be you, everyone else was just mere distractions getting in the way of his goal.   He was the big dog in this game, the undeniable winner and if his fellow “allies” knew what was good for them then they’d play along to his plan.  

“Joy, get up.”  Jungkook licked his lips before continuing in a bleak voice; “I won’t ask again.”

Joy rolled her raven eyes and stood up, taking one step forward towards the pseudo leader with a snarl-like expression twisting up the usually pretty features of her face.  “Like hell I’ll follow you! If you’re willing to place some random girl over your allies then maybe we need a new change in leadership.”  

Jungkook could practically feel the unseen cameras zoom in on the scene. The viewers most likely gasping in shock or clutching their pearls with excitement at the power dynamic impasse that the most powerful alliance in the game was facing.

It was silent for a moment, Jungkook boring his ruthless eyes into hers as if to give her a second chance to step down in submission.  

But she never did.  

Instead she looked at the pair from One, whom for once looked rather uncomfortable, and called out in a smug grin; “I’m sure you guys are thinking it too.  Is it irrational for me to question the head of our pack when he values a random girl over our lives?”

Neither Chanyeol nor Jeogyeon answered, instead they both avoided eye contact.  

Jungkook let out a humorless chuckle at her failure to sway a rally against him.  

Now, it was his turn.  

“Joy I’ve been nothing but lenient with you because we’re from the same District and two heads are better than one.  But if I have to strangle that pretty little neck of yours until your face is blue and that cannon goes off, then I will.” Jungkook’s voice was emotionless and barren, as if he was simply reciting lines and not truly expressing his inner most thoughts.  The only reaction to be seen from him was the slight smirk he had when he witnessed Joy’s proud expression drop into a look of doom.  

He continued, “In fact, I don’t owe anyone here anything.  If I truly wanted to I could kill all three of you and not even feel a lick of remorse.  I could rid myself of liabilities and dead weight to further myself in the game.  This alliance is hindering my full potential.  It is me who shows you mercy, keep that in mind with every waking second of your life in this game.”

Joy took a step back whilst Jungkook took one forward.  

“You all saw what I did to Four.  I’m not above killing other careers if they get in my way.”  

“Kook-”

Jungkook raised his hand and silenced her with a harsh backhand to the face. The speed of the action was so quick that the only way Chanyeol and Jeogyeon even realized what had happened was the echoing sound of the hit and the response of Joy cradling the left side of her now redden face.  

Jungkook wasn’t finished either.  

In fact, he seemed all too proud to make an example out of his very own district mate.  

He snatched her hair and dragged her to the ground, forcing her into a crouched position as he lifted his knee to jut her in the stomach.  

She let out a tortured scream at the pain, looking at her other allies for aid only to cry at the realization that she was alone to face his wrath.  

She stared up at the monster of a man, pleading to spot some remains of mercy expected of rational humans.  

But his orbs were empty of any emotion other than pure hatred.  

Jungkook raised a clenched fist once again as Joy screamed.  

--

Part Four

"You know, they're not the only ones who can form alliances" - Victor Katniss Everdeen to Rue Culler in 74th Annual Hunger Games.  

It was the third day of the games.  

You awoke to a feeling of sticky humidity clinging onto your skin.  It was only when you managed to tear your swollen eyes open and sit your weakened body up did you finally discover what hell awaited you that day.

It was a jungle, an awful hot and loud one that was crawling with various types of animals far beyond your understanding.  This was evident in the different sounds you heard echo amongst the trees and bushes; monkeys, birds, frogs and god knows what else.  All the plants around you were vibrant and bursting with colors, practically stunning your tired retinas with the intensity of the shades.  

Perhaps if you felt better you would’ve taken a moment to observe the strange and foreign land that you’d never get to experience again, but the third day was already proving to be the biggest hurdle to overcome.  

The lack of food and water was finally taking its’ toll on your body.  

Your stomach was persistently growling and your lips were so cracked and dried that you’d routinely have to lick off blood from them.  Your esophagus burned due to the scratchy lack of moisture while your cranium pounded ruthlessly.  Even as you got up to stand, you managed to stagger as if half of your strength had magically depleted overnight.  

If you didn’t find food or water soon then you were as good as dead.  

As you took off your wind breaker to tie it around your waist in attempt to adapt to the sudden climate change, you began to ponder possible ways to obtain food and water.  Luckily this new arena was filled to the brim with animals that you could hunt and consume.  Although eating possible insects or exotic pests wasn’t exactly something you’d be proud to do, it was all in the name of survival.  

However you decided that water was the more vital need.  You were already pushing the envelope for dehydration, the expected time without it was three days.  If you had to, you could last a few more days without food.

Jungles meant waterfalls, right?  

Or at least rain?  

You wiped your forehead and heaved a deep breath in preparation for another day that could be your last.  

Although it wasn’t the best strategy, you had no choice but to wander seamlessly without any direction.  What else could you do when the arena changes every 24 hours?  Any knowledge you could retain about your surroundings would prove to be useless come the following day.  Thus you set off into the tree line, hoping to come across some sort of clean water source.  

Out of the three natural settings you had been put into, this jungle was quickly becoming your least favorite.  The very air was heavy with the worst type of heat; a sticky and itchy one that delved into your very pores.  Bugs were constant and slowed you down, they swarmed you as if your blood was a siren and continuously bit at an open surface of your skin.  There also wasn’t any clear pathways to follow, you had to fight your way through all the greenery.  You just hoped that none of the plants you brushed past were poisonous.  

If you had to guess, you would estimate that it had been 15 minutes into your aimless journey when something rather unusual happened.  

You heard a rustle occur from a few feet away from you, a slight one that shook some leaves from a bush nearby.  

Normally, this would be cause for concern in an arena. Yet this jungle was so noisy and bristling with movement that it was hardly noticeable at first.  Hell, it was practically more alive than you were at this moment.  

Your logic was that it was most likely an animal of some kind instead of another tribute.  Nonetheless you stilled and held your breath, anticipating a sudden appearance.  You hardly bit back the urge to run as fast as you could in the opposite direction, but if it was indeed an animal then that action would only trigger a violent reaction against you or even a brutal hunt.  

You fought against the instinct and waited while counting the passing seconds. ‘One, two, three, four-’

A boisterous yell broke from deep within the chest of an unseen attacker.  

In a blurry spasm of movement, you caught sight of a tall yet slender female form burst from the greenery in an insane jump to get to you.  

You barely had time to leap backwards, and even then it was far too late.  The strange girl managed to land on top of your legs, successfully pinning you down to the jungle floor as you helplessly wiggled and tried to get a clear view of her face.  

Her long brown hair managed to block most of it, but by the little glimpses you struggled to get you could see that she was extremely pretty.  Her face was slender yet round with well-defined features and near flawless skin.  Her body was sturdy as she had no trouble keeping you down, even letting out a casual huff as she pushed against your shoulders to keep you in place (as if you were more of a slight bother than a real hassle) when you attempted to sit up and swing.  

You wanted nothing more than to give her a good hit before booking it and never looking back, but the odds were insurmountable.  It didn’t take long before you deduced that she must’ve been fairing far well compared to you.  While your energy had been burned down to simmering ashes as hunger and thirst consumed you, this nameless tribute seemed all too healthy and willingly aggressive.  

Her hands against you shoulder slowly crept up to your neck, slowly curling around the base and pressing her sharp nails into the skin.    

You let out a strangled cry, your dry throat not being able to manage a full out scream.

“Wait a minute.”  Her husky voice rasped before she took one hand to brush her hair back, allowing the sun to capture her now bare face.  

Your breath caught in your throat and suddenly your struggles became more frantic.  

It was the girl from Seven.  

While not a career by any means, she still proved herself a worthy competitor with a high personal score.  And by the way she was glowering above you, it was obvious that she was not afraid to kill to get ahead.

“Aren’t you the girl that Two is in love with?”  She questioned with an indescribable look upon her face.

You stilled.

There are moments in every game where you can directly affect your fate in a very drastic manner.  Camouflaged in her simple question was a bigger dilemma that could either make or break you.  The issue was that you didn’t know which one it will be.  Either you can agree that 2 was indeed in love with you and maybe even give a little white lie about him being your ally.  That had a high probability of scaring her, as who in their right mind would want to mess with him, and by extension you?  However it could be argued that it was also a double edged sword.  Perhaps she was just as ambitious as the careers, if not more so, and would have no problem poking the bear that is Jungkook via killing you.  Maybe she would even enjoy it more knowing that she involved herself into the ‘star-crossed lovers’ story line and put an end to it all, stealing attention from you to her.  

Your eyes furiously swept side to side in attempt to get a better view of your surroundings.

All chances of escaping were futile.  

If you disagreed, her plans to hurt you wouldn’t change and she’d carry on with her murdering of you.  But if you went along with it, there was an almost sure guarantee that she’d have a reaction.  That reaction could be good or bad, but it was the only chance you had.  It was scary to flip a coin on your chances of survival, but what other options did you have?

“Yes, w-we’re together.”  You stuttered out, hoping that she took your awkward tone as a result o her practically smothering your windpipe and not you lying through your teeth.  

Her brow raised at that, her stern expression uplifting for a brief moment to form an over-exaggerated look of confusion and concern.  

“Where is your boy toy then?  Pretty stupid of him to let you wander on your own.”  

“He’s nearby.”  you fibbed, faking confidence and glaring up at her as if she just signed her death wish.  

Jennie let out a giggle, a sound that would be somewhat cute if the circumstances were any different than her about to commit murder.  “Let’s say I believe you.  Do you think he’d get back in time to save you and capture me?”  

You hated to falter, but she did have a point.  

If she was smart, she’d take her chance now to get rid of you because god only knows when she’d come across you again.  And clearly she had the advantage, you had no ability to fight back.  Even if Jungkook was close (which he wasn’t),  she’d still have ample time to end you and run far into the jungle before another tribute could even stumble across the unfortunate scene.  

Tears welled up and blurred your vision.  

You were going to die.  

The end of your simple, short but honest life was going to occur in the middle of some artificial habitat, via a bloodthirsty stranger making a show out of your demise in which your friends and family from home would be forced to watch along with the rest of the nation.  May your corpse be one of many examples the capitol shall use for warning against any possible rebellion.  

You lasted three days, a pathetic 72 hours would be the wrap up of your entire existence.  In some weird twist of desperation you thought about how you could’ve played this game differently.  Would you have survived if you teamed up with Two and the rest of the careers?  If you tried harder to ally yourself with your District mate?  Or if you decided to chase after the kid from Twelve and form a team?  

But while those different paths were clouded in unseen potential, they were void of anything tangible much less useful given your current circumstance.  

You fell limp and gazed up at her hallowly, managing to catch a glimpse of your crying expression in the reflection of her dark orbs.  

She stared back at you; a mutual understanding of what was to come.  

Gone was the show or theatrics, now all that had left to be done was the actual act itself of killing you.

She the predator, you the prey.  

“Any last wor-”

A blurry and hurried movement cut her off, it was so sudden and unexpected that all you were able to process was that 7 was now off of you.  Instead of gazing up at her, your line of sigh was now met with the blue sky and branches of the taller trees.

You blinked slowly in bewilderment.  

Seven was seemingly knocked off of you...but how?  

Strangled yelps and more wrestling movement occurred somewhere beside you, the vibration and intensity of it causing the ground underneath you to quiver, but due to your state of shock you weren’t focusing on it at all.  You were slowly gaining your senses back, you body taking it’s time to adjust to the new ability to breathe freely all the while adapting to the sudden postponement of your death.  

You sat up, ignoring the pounding ache that your cranium responded with, and twisted your head to the side in order to behold what became of your killer.  

You let out a bleak and disbelieving chuckle at the scene that greeted you.

The hunter became the prey.

In some ironic twist of fate, Seven was now pinned under another tribute.  By the throat to be exact, an almost perfect replica of the position you were in just seconds ago.  

Seven was spluttering out, trying her best to yell or at least make some type of noise, but all attempts to do so were futile.  

She stood no chance against the girl on top of her.  

Said girl had inky black hair that was strictly fastened into a high ponytail, her skin was fair and glistening with what must’ve been sweat and her body was lengthy and muscular; making the act of strangling Seven look like a walk in the park.  

It was odd to feel sympathy for the girl who almost just killed you, but watching Seven’s face turn red and eventually blue as she silently screamed was heartbreaking enough to almost make you want to push the mystery girl off of her.  

Almost.  But not quite enough.  

It took some time to strangle someone, so by that logic you should have enough time to get up and run.  This would’ve been a flawless plan if it weren’t for the fact that your legs were numb due to all the time you had Seven on top of you, and thus essentially rendered useless.  

The absolute most you could achieve was some pathetic army-crawl, and obviously that was not going to get you far enough.  

But could it be argued that if this unknown girl truly wanted you dead then she would’ve let Seven had her way with you before offing Seven herself?  

That line of thought was your only chance of getting out of here alive.  

The struggles of Seven eventually subsided, her eyes glazing over unfocused before closing entirely.  Her body went limp as if she suddenly fainted, but the truth was she finally succumbed to the lack of oxygen and died.  

The sound of a cannon shot through the jungle.  

You watched as the girl slowly got off of Seven, heaving a huff and rubbing her hands together as if exhausted from the strenuous activity of literally wringing the life out of someone.  

You lips began to move on their own accord, both pleads and questions racing to get out first.  

She turned to face you.  

Your jaw dropped.  

Technically you weren’t lying at all to Seven.

Two was indeed close by, but it wasn’t Jungkook.

It was Joy.

Her porcelain face was marred with blue and purple bruises, the color so contrasting to her otherwise flawless skin tone that you couldn’t help the inaudible gasp that escaped your lips.  

Who did that to her?

She scoffed down at you, unimpressed with your spineless yet shocked state.

“Calm down, I’m not gonna hurt you idiot.  Why would I save your sorry ass if that was the case?”  

“What do you want then?”  You attempted to bark back, trying to keep some sense of pride in this obvious imbalance of power.  

“Allies.”  She shrugged, as if it was the most obvious thing.  

“And why would I team up with you?”  

She glanced at the fresh corpse behind her before looking back at you, staring at you meaningfully as she said; “Because I’m the only one who knows the truth about you and Jungkook and probably your only chance of fighting back.”

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^^^ me pretending to not see the 100+ people glaring at me for taking literally months to update.  Anyway, I’m sorry Jungkook isn’t in this part that much but this will be the last part before Y/n’s and Jk’s game fully intertwine.  I planned a really big plot twist to end on but I think I’m just gonna save that for it’s own chapter bc I think I’d need like 10k to do that twist justice.  I think part one was better but like...oh well.  Please comment, reblog and send asks in, all that good stuff.  I miss writer/reader interaction, bro.  Also, the reason the scene descriptions of the arenas are short is bc I originally had plugged in photos of the habitats but the links weren’t working on tumblr.  I can repost them if anyone’s interested.

EXTRA INFO; For those of you who were with me since part one, I did a beta reader thingy for chapter two and I’d really like to do that again for chapter three.  Last time I gave out a quiz and the winners got the chance to read the first 5k and eventually have 24 hour access before it was posted publicly.  This time, I want more in-depth analysis.  So if you wanna be a beta reader for chapter three, please reblog this with an analysis of your own about the story and my writing.  At the end put something like (BR) so I know you are trying out for a beta reader position.  I think I’ll chose around 8-10 people.  And I will reach out to those people when I have them picked out.   

#yandere jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkook fic #BTS jungkook #yandere bts #yandere #jungkook x reader #yandere bts fic #yandere fic #HUNGER GAMES AU #bangtan boys #yandere kpop #yandere imagines #quarter quell #jungkook fanfiction #red velvet joy #jennie #chanyeol #kim taehyung #taeyung #chenle #johnny seo

[jjbaebank]

i want this to be a fic

Taehyung lay crying softly on his bed, face buried in his pillow, his phone still lit up on the last page of an Archive Of Our Own 72 thousand word Taekook fanfiction. 

Jungkook had heard Taehyung’s soft whimpers and came in to comfort his hyung. He whispered “Taetae, what’s wrong?”

He rubbed Taehyung’s back and picked up the phone when Taehyung didn’t respond, determined to see what had made his Taehyung so unhappy.

He scrolled up for ages until he saw the title *insert taekook fanfiction*

“Oh.” Jungkook let out a breath. “Oh.”

Then the rest of the story. So if anyone wants to turn this into a fic, or even just take the idea and change up the story (like still taekook and one finds the other reading a taekook fanfic but it doesn’t have to be exactly like this, the story can be completely your own as long as it has something like this) go ahead and please tag me. uh i can’t pay anything but i can comment and reblog a ton so you will have a lot of notes. please let me know if you do. obviously there is no obligation to write this but if you want to, please do.  and i will love you forever.

@anyone that loves taekook and wants a fic idea

#taekook #taekook fic #taekook imagine #taekook au #taekook fanfic #taekook fanfiction #bts taehyung #taehyung #BTS jungkook #jungkook #taeyung x jungkook #taekook fic rec #taekook fic idea

[yoongi-sugaglider]

Utopia *A preview*

A/n: So close to being done lol. Have yourself a second preview just because I’m happy it’s coming along~

Featuring ot7 x reader platonically (for the most part)

preview word count: 573

A young woman finds herself awakening in a distant futuristic city, no clue how she's arrived there and no clue how to get home. With no clue what to do or where to go, she runs. Though she's no clue who'd chasing her...or what they could possibly want with her.

Warnings: kidnapping, character death, too much running not enough breathing, angry Namjoon

***

She turned to the young man pressed in beside her, hoping to ask what was going on, but the reverent almost manic look in his eyes only served to discourage her from asking any questions. She didn’t want to stand out, but she oh so desperately wanted to know what was going on, hoping that any indication of day, or time, or location, would help her to identify where she was, if not then to help her figure out what had happened to bring her to this place.

Her questions would remain unanswered though and the fear coursing through her veins only increased as the neon lights suddenly dimmed, casting the world around her in pitch darkness as voices began to chant in unison all throughout the city. The dull murmur became a roar of voices that ended on a high pitched scream to rival any concert she’d ever witnessed as the screens came to life, a face lighting up the hologram that sent a chill down her spine.

Though the man seemed kind, dimples imprinted deeply within cheeks that stretched into a kind smile as he stared unseeing at those that crowded the city. And yet something unsettling came over the young woman as she watched him gaze out over what appeared to be a cult like devotion to his face.

“Kind and humble people. We gather tonight as on every night to worship and give thanks to our benevolent Leader. Kim Namjoon. Hallowed be His name.” 

Those surrounding her echoed the last sentence as one, each bowing their heads and closing their eyes as if uttering a prayer to this so called leader. The young man beside her glared out of the corner of his eyes and she quickly bowed her head as well, hoping that the slip wouldn’t garner her further attention.

“My dear children. As I look out upon your gathered faces, I am forever grateful to you for coming together in these the greatest times of peace the world has ever known. Though hardship and pain have not been erased we toil together as one in hopes of a unified existence.”

His voice was pleasant enough to hear, a deep timber that seemed to pacify and sway those around her with some unseeing calm. Though the words struck her as odd she listened along, hoping to glean some insight into what could have brought her here, and where here even was.

“Our great cities were built on the backs of our ancestors, men and women so bent on destruction that they would end the very lives of their families if it meant they could experience even a fraction of the peace we so humbly have achieved in this our greatest time as humans. I ask you to come together as one, young and old, rich and poor, and give thanks to the hard workers, the construction workers and farmers, from grocery store worker to police officer, we would be nothing without the backbone of our civilization. Give thanks and appreciation so that we may find peace within ourselves for the lives we take for granted each day.”

The people around her raised a cheer, manic in their wide eyed and glazed over expressions as they pressed forward around her. They seemed to be possessed by the man’s words, all motioned and movement seeming to simply be a struggle to get as close to the holographic screens as possible.

#bts boulangerie #bts kim namjoon #bts kim seokjin #bts min yoongi #bts jung hoseok #bts park jimin #bts kim taeyung #bts jeon junkook #bts angst #bts imagine #bts scenario #bts cyberpunk #bts fic preview #bts x reader #bts a.i

[taetaespeaches]

Hiii lovely Liv, could you please write 2,6,2,4 ? Thank you! ! ♥♥♥♥

“I’ll never get used to you saying that to me”

Taehyung x Reader (or oc)Genre: fluff; suggestiveWord count: 600+

a/n: hello my lovely Cara ❤️ I got a little suggestive with this but we were talking about this and ya know what any sexiness in this is your fault, you know why! I hope you enjoy :))

YOU sat on your bed, your legs crossed underneath you as you stared across the room at your boyfriend’s back. As he put on another record, this time opting for Ella Fitzgerald’s greatest hits, your eyes drank in the sight of his slim frame adorned in a light blue set of silk pajamas.

Spinning around, looking towards the window, his focus on the song as it began to soothe through his ears, your eyes fell on the honey golden skin peeking out from behind the first few undone buttons of his top. The smooth material hung over his body just right to expose his gorgeous glowing collar bones.

As you broke your gaze from the man, scanning up his long neck, dragging over his adam’s apple that bobbed stunningly against his throat, slowly looking over his prominent jawline, appreciating the softness of his cheeks, admiring the beautiful point of his nose decorated with a sweet freckle, your eyes finally landed on his intense ones, which were already staring at you, a glint of amusement in them.

“What are you looking at, Peaches?” His low timbre sent shivers throughout your figure, your body unable to hide the affect he had on you as goosebumps rose across your skin. Sensing your reaction, a stunning smirk formed on his lips as he swiped his tongue along his bottom one. Raising his eyebrows at you, his smile spread even wider. “Huh?”

Straightening his posture, broadening his shoulders to further his teasing, he lifted his chin to look bigger. More powerful. “You know,” you whispered, red flushing your cheeks.

“What was that?” Tae asked you, latching his teeth into his plump lower lip as he waited for your response, his amusement at its peak. Instead of answering, you shot him a glare, cocking your head in feigned annoyance. “Use your words,” he teased, his voice low and thick. Demanding. In control. At the sight of your visible gulp, the heat moving from your cheeks down your neck, settling in your chest, Taehyung’s smile widened into an adorable boxy grin, his eyes crinkling into slits as a deep giggle left his lips.

The intensity of his features were still there, permanently part of his appearance, but they had softened, his fluffy cheeks on full display as his geometric smile was spread from one cheek to the other.

Tae’s ability to go from powerful and sexy to a soft sweet cutie in the matter of seconds was something you’d never get used to. But it was your favorite transformation to witness. “Come here,” you giggled out, sitting up on your knees as he quickly approached, his happiness still proudly displayed on his face.

As his arms wrapped around your waist, yours found their way around his neck, resting your arms on the tops of his shoulders. Leaning forward, you placed a sweet peck to the tip of his nose as he simultaneously kissed your chin, just barely capturing the edge of you lower lip. Instinctively, you lowered your chin to press your lips to his, Tae quickly responding as he worked his mouth against yours.

“I love you,” he whispered between ministrations, his confession breathy and desperate. But the way he pulled back, just enough to lock his adoring eyes on yours, you knew he meant it with every fiber of his being, the words being spoken from the depths of his heart and soul.

“I love you,” you softly confessed for the millionth time since you’d known Taehyung. A gorgeous grin spread across Taehyung’s face in response to the words you told him every day.

“I’ll never get used to you saying that to me,” he beamed. “I love it.”

#tae drabble #drabble game #taeyung drabble #taehyung fluff #la-vie-en-tae #tae fic #tae imagine #tae imagines #tae fics #bts #bts fic #bts fics #bts imagine #bts imagines #bts fluff #bts drabble #bts drabbles

[nanamilkandbrownies]

feeling like doing a drop today (づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ

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[hollyhomburg]

Don’t Care If It Hurts Profiles: KIM TAEHYUNG

◆ Street Name ◆THE KING OF SECRETS◆

Position: The Eyes and Ears of Bangtan Mafia.

Skill Set: No one is sure how he knows what he knows, blackmail expert, Above average Agility and Hearing Capabilities, Technical expert, 

Familial status: Father - UNKNOWN, Mother - UNKNOWN, SIBLINGS - UNKNOWN

Weapon of Choice: Secrets

Summary: Public records of this suspect only go back 8 years, before that his history is unknown. Though his secrets are unknown, He makes himself useful to the Bangtan mafia by knowing everything he can about their enemies. His network of blackmail, Eyes, and ears run so deep there isn’t a secret in Seoul he doesn't already know. His business are the coverup for most of Bangtan’s illegal activities. Rumored to have had some sort of relationship with the youngest sister of the leader, see profiles KIM NAMJOON and KIM Y/N. 

Businesses owned: Clubs: Omela’s, Octagon, Arena, Fountain, and Soap, several restaurants, as well as the Blackcat strip club, and Morningside hotel complex,

Weaknesses: Water???, Suspect shows a marked distaste for rain.

*MASTERLIST FOR THIS STORY IN MY BIO*

#bts mafia au #bts fan fic #bts mafia reaction #bts mafia imagine #bts fan fiction #bts mood board #bts mafia #kim taehyung #taeyung #bts fluff #bts smut #bts angst #bts moodboard #bts mafia scenario #bts fanfiction #bangtan sonyeodan #bts bangtan #bts

[kimnjss]

ground rules

– girl code rule #1: never, ever, under any circumstances fall for your best friend’s crush. but what happens when your best friend’s crush checks all the boxes of your ideal guy… and to make matters worse… he’s crazy about you too.

↫ masterlist ↬

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A/N: timestamps make sense throughout the fic. to be added to the taglist, send me an ask !! feedback is highly !! appreciated, it’s the motivation i need to keep the fic going nd fun for you guys!!<33

#jimin #jimin smut #park jimin #jimin sm au #less of you sm au #jimin imagine #jimin fluff #jimin angst #jimin reaction #jimin fic #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #kim taeyung #jeon jungkook #namjoon #jin #yoongi #hoseok #taehyung #jungkook #namjin #taekook #bts #bts sm au #bts smut

[hugyoongs]

𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌

↠ summary: join the ride of seven best friends as they navigate their way through the stress, love, joy, and adventure that college brings.

↠ pairings: taejoon, 2seok, yoonkookmin

↠ genre: crack (honestly 95% of the book), angst, fluff

↠ word count: 721 

↠ warnings: everybody is BIG gay, language, they just want some dick :(

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𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙋𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝙊𝙉𝙀: 𝘿𝙊 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝙏𝙊𝙐𝘾𝙃

suckjin

alright u hoes

suckjin

which one of u ate the leftovers in the fridge

suckjin

that were clearly labeled “SEOKJINS FOOD! DO NOT TOUCH”

temptaetion

wasn’t me i swear

jeoncena

i bet all of my money that it was tae

hoesuck

i second that notion

temptaetion

you guys are horrible

temptaetion

jin believes me 

suckjin

no i dont

suckjin

i have three suspects in mine

suckjin

it was either tae, joon, or jimin

suckjin

and 2 out of 3 of those suspects are silent.

jimoaning

srry i’m busy 

jimoaning

WAIT WHY AM I A FUCKING SUSPECT

namjukebox

do you guys like..not have class?

jeoncena

it’s saturday egghead

namjukebox

so all of you just watched me get dressed, grab my books, and walk out the door to the other side of campus

namjukebox

all of you...fake.

minsugay

but i just woke up…

temptaetion

it’s 2pm

minsugay

and?

temptaetion

your lazy ass should be up

suckjin

AS I WAS SAYING

suckjin

which one of you dusty, bum-ass, ungrateful little hoes ate my leftovers

hoesuck

shit im sorry, that was me

suckjin

dont worry, i can make more

temptaetion

the DOUBLE STANDARDS

temptaetion

i would’ve gotten beaten

temptaetion

hard.

namjukebox

kinky

temptaetion

ahaha ;)

minsugay

can yall like flirt somewhere else pls

jimoaning

embrace the gay

jeoncena

jimin’s only saying that because my man has like 10 different boyfriends

namjukebox

is that why u were busy earlier jimin..

jimoaning

i was busy giving myself stis

suckjin

oh

minsugay

oh

hoesuck

oh

namjukebox

oh

temptaetion

oh

jeoncena

oh

jimoaning

i know damn well that this isn’t surprising any of you

hoesuck

who shares a dorm with jimin again?

jeoncena

me...unfortunately 

hoesuck

alright everybody gather around for a prayer circle

hoseok                    

on this day, we pray for jungkook’s ears. we pray that that they stay intact and that jimin and whoever is in his room at the time..stay quiet.

temptaetion

amen

minsugay

don’t act like you’re a fucking saint

hoesuck

no swearing in the prayer circle @minsugay

minsugay

you see jesus has given me a free pass

namjukebox

plot twist, i am jesus

suckjin

well, jesus bring back my food

temptaetion

i thought you said that you could make some more

suckjin

i CAN but…

namjukebox

just admit to the double standards and go

suckjin

shut the fuck up

hoesuck

why is this still a conversation

minsugay

what happened to ‘no swearing in the prayer circle’

jeoncena

this is what i call discrimination against asians

suckjin

we are all asian

jimoaning

some hotter than others *cough*

minsugay

like me

jimoaning

don’t get cocky now

temptaetion

dw yoonglo boonglo, jimin thinks you’re hot

namjukebox

jimin thinks that everyone is hot if they have a dick

jeoncena

yoongi especially

jimoaning

exCuse me? your just jealous that your ugly

jeoncena

first of all, you’re*

minsugay

thanks jimin, i appreciate the love

jimoaning

???

suckjin

y’all are fucking gay

hoesuck

we know

temptaetion

oh we appreciating our homies now?

temptaetion

namjoon…

namjukebox

taehyung..

temptation

i appreciate you bro

namjukebox

i appreciate you too bro

minsugay

one panicked gay + another panicked gay = joon and tae

namjukebox

shut up

jeoncena

yoongi the poet

minsugay

how-

jeoncena

it rhymed

hoesuck

only jungkook would notice that

hoesuck

only jungkook

temptaetion

anyways….hey yoongiiiiii

minsugay

what do u want peasant

suckjin

HEY!

suckjin

only i am superior over all of u...so only i have the power to call you guys peasants

minsugay

alright go off

temptaetion

yoongiiii….can u uber eats me panda express

minsugay

no, i fucking can’t

namjukebox

bet you could deliver some food to jungkook

namjukebox

i heard he likes meat

minsugay

what-

jeoncena

that is all jimin

jimoaning

yoongi’s dick is too small for my standards

temptaetion

and how would you know, our holy child park jimin

hoesuck

our holy child park jimin who comes to my prayer circles every day

hoesuck

our holy child park jimin who does not indulge in horrid behavior

jeoncena

holy child park jimin who dosent know how to fucking wash the dishes

minsugay

holy child park jimin who has probably contracted all the stis in the book

jimoaning

shut up, tiny dick

suckjin

you probably wanna suck it though

jimoaning

i am not ignoring seokjin when i say this

jimoaning

...but whos dorm for tonight?

temptaetion

not ours, it’s messy as fuck

suckjin

now wait a damn minute

suckjin

i just cleaned it yesterday

temptaetion

that’s unfortunate

namjukebox

guess that means it’s our dorm 

minsugay

when did i agree to this

namjukebox

when did anyone say that you had a say

#bts au #bts fic #bts imagine #namjoon #seokjin #hoseok #yoongi #jimin #jungkook #taeyung #texting au #bts texting au

[kookiecrumb]

kth || Transitions and Positions: Ch. 1 (m)

header by: @jjkeverlast

wc: 600 words:)

summary: Taehyung is a beast on the field, but what happens when his body begins to undergo rather unprecedented-- and supernatural--changes? He consults you, the walking encyclopedia for all things spooky!

Ch.1 summary: Taehyung is almost late for the bus after practice, meanwhile Y/N falls asleep while doing her assignments only to have a very peculiar, yet arousing dream.

LINK TO CHAPTER 2

warnings: explicit language, intense scenes, eventual smut~ (18+)

tags: quarterback/werewolf!taehyung x fem/classmate/werewolf enthusiast!reader

betaed by the lovely: @destructiveasparagus

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Pulling off his football helmet, Taehyung struts into the locker room after an exhausting practice. Leaning against a cubby, he unravels the tape wrapped around his knuckles. He squeezes out the rest of his water, save for a finger or two. It squirts from his Gatorade bottle onto his hair as he shakes his head, spraying water the floor. He takes a towel and dries it off before pouring a little bit on the towel and wiping his face.

Sitting down on the bench, he peels off his sockets and shoes, liberating his feet before everything else. Next comes the jersey and the pads underneath. His number hits the floor, a neon orange "13." Below it, his name in  the classic font, outlined in black: "Kim." 

His face lifts to listen to the bell indicating that the after school activity bus would leave in approximately 10 minutes. Taehyung curses under his breath, wiggling into his true religion denim and throwing on a simple black tee shirt. Grabbing his duffel bag and his backpack, he speed walks toward the only bus left in the lot, shuffling between his team members to get on the bus home.

A paper ninja star sits between his fingers. He fiddles with it as he daydreams out the window with his wire earbuds in. He mouths the word to every song, unwinding. 

His  mates congregate in groups together. Some make clicking noises with their mouths, others slap the back of the seats to create a makeshift "freestyle" cypher beat. Some pull up their work and stare at their assignments for fifteen minutes before slowly closing their laptops and scrolling on their phones. Taehyung slides his fingers into his pocket to fish out his phone. 

It flashes on, indicating to him that it is just shy of 7:00PM. At least he wasn't a band kid.  

About twenty miles away, you're sitting on your bed, chewing on the end of a pen, trying to conjure up another stupid annotation to make on your rhetorical analysis packet. 

Falling back on your bed, you grunt. What the fuck is your teacher on, honestly? You're just trying to get through the last semester of highschool in one piece. What was the reason for giving such ridiculously difficult work? 

You toss your work across the bed, and it lands on the mattress with a dull thump. Giving into your need for an after school nap, you doze off in a starfish position, your pen dropping to the floor as you lose consciousness. 

Your eyes snap open in a daze. Surrounding you are woods for miles. A single spotlight, the silver moon, drenches you in its light, in the middle of a shadowy wood. Your skin pebbles, the overbearing presence of something ungodly possessing you. You writhe and, in mindless desperation, turn your head to meet a pair of amber eyes glowing in a sea of shadows. 

Your head jerks down toward your feet, your breath quivering. You're helpless, your psychology has been transformed into bare, primal sense. A thrilling feeling forms in the pit of your stomach. That thing-- that creature exudes an energy you could only describe as predatory.

You thrust your body forward, only to realize you've been tied to a telephone pole-like edifice with twine.You lean against the pole in surrender. "Fuck," you cry out through fearful tears. "What are you here for, what do you need?!" You sob. 

Eyes fluttering open, your heart pounds in your throat as you yank the curtains open. The moon only smirks at you with a mocking grin. 

You throw your feet over the side of the bed and go to retrieve a glass of water. 

~~~

a/n: requests are open and encouraged (it is my pleasure to write them, it is so much more fun for me~

When's the next chapter, Isa?!: Scroll all the way up.

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