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★ TAEGI WEEK 2019 OFFICIAL PROMPTS & GUIDELINES ★

We can’t wait to see all your upcoming works for Taegi Week 2019!

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The incessant knocking at Yoongi's studio door is getting on his nerves. The comeback is fast approaching and nothing is coming together right, vocals and melody refuse to mesh. He hoped whoever was knocking would get the hint that he didn't want them there.

Or

Taehyung takes a spill down the stairs and totally doesn't break his wrist.

#vusga #taegi fic #taegi #bts taegi #kim taehyung #min yoongi #bts

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Hello hello! 

New ASMRish video! Fic submitted by @xxx-the-red-room-xxx! Thank you again for not ignoring me lol I hope I did your fic justice! 

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BTS SONGS DEPENDING ON YOUR MOOD:

Sad? Listen to 2!3!

Hurt? Magic Shop

Insecure? Answer: Love Myself

Tired? Paradise

Confused? Lost

Uncertain? So Far Away

Anxious? Awake

Hopeless? Tomorrow

Angry? Cyphers

Powerless? Not Today

Judged? So What

Unloved? Best of Me

Cr text _134340_BTS_

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Yoongi can't help but pin after the beautiful dancer he plays piano for in his university's dance class. Taehyung's mind keeps straying to the thought of the charming man who plays a piano in the corner of the dance room. An arts award ceremony brings their silent pinning and shared stares to the next level, or the next few at least.

#vsuga #taegi #taegi fic #man they are both whipped as FUCK

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REBLOGING BECAUSE YOU ASKED SO NICELY

NEW CHAPTER IS UP! REBLOG PLEASE XX

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Are you open to being friends

Ummm of course!!!! I would love too!! Hit me up in the chat!!

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Asks are Open!

Send a prompt and I’ll be happy to write a little something for you ;)

#taegi #taegi fic #vsuga

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I’m not going to use this later or anything.

Types Of Kisses 2

1. Whispering “I love you” between kisses 

2. That little moan during the kiss when you bite their lip 

3. Both pulling each other into the kiss 

4. Kisses on the forehead to make the person feel better 

5. Soft kisses on the neck that make you giggle and Person A kisses you more on the neck just to hear you laugh 

6. The super long kiss that wasn’t intended

7. A kiss on the hand before asking them to dance

8. Kisses that travel from the person’s face down to their neck (height difference)

9. Quick kisses that you steal from each other at parties 

10. Not being able to speak properly after the kiss ends 

Bonus: Tracing the other’s lip after kissing them because those are the softest lips you know and you kissed those lips 

I’m trying to get better at my writing……lemme know what I need to work on please, to make my work better!

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Something I wrote a while ago that I was pretty proud of but didn’t get that much attention, so I’m here to spam your Taegi feed ;)

Taehyung is tired of being treated like this over, and over again. So he goes to the one person he knows can help him. He can help him, right? ------------ “Is there any reason as to why you’re getting drunk on a Tuesday afternoon?“ “I’m sick of being treated like this.” “It’s all my fault.” “Are you going to yell at me, too? I deserve it.” “This isn’t your fault, okay? I promise.”

#taegi fic #taegi #vsuga #bts #kim taehyung #min yoongi #angst #but fluff

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Reblog if its ok to message you during this holiday season incase Im feeling lonely or out of place during family events because no one should be alone on Christmas

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Some Taehyung gifs everyone needs 😍

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Anyone want a Taegi discord?

It always feels like there’s only like 10 of us out there in the world anyway. Reblog this post and then reply to it to join!

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Welcome to all the TAEGI/SUPV/뷔슈/슙뷔/태기 shippers! we have the pleasure to announce that taegi week this year will be held during November 25th until December 1st, 2018! If you have any questions, don’t hesitate to ask them here or on our curiouscat https://curiouscat.me/TaegiWeek 💜

Also, if english isn’t your first language feel free to check out our twitter translation thread https://twitter.com/taegiweek/status/1040373090197413889?s=21 💜

We can’t wait to see all your upcoming works for Taegi Week 2018!

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My soft taegi commission art for one cool fic🧚🏻‍♀️

here is the link archiveofourown.org/works/15059120

Check it out!

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YOU MAKE A SECOND PART AND NOW ITS EVEN MORE FUCKING DEPRESSING?!?! MY GOD CAN YOU STOP WRECKING MY LIFE?!?????????

taehyung can’t breathe- he can’t breathe -  

yoongi found out- how did he find out?!

his side aches like a knife wound as he pushes himself to run like he’s never run before. he can’t hear anything past the roaring in his ears, blood rushing from his face and wind scraping past his ears, the biting cold grasping at his clothes and what skin it can reach. 

his apartment is two more blocks away and it’s mid day, he dodges and ducks between pedestrians, too stricken to even apologize for the occasional push or shove.

it feels like he’s dying. his lungs are burning and his side is like a hot iron against his chilled body and his feet are near numb. it’s the most he’s felt in months. 

countless hours spent with friends, laughing and smiling and yet this is the first thing he’s felt- really felt-  since that first day.

something tugs at the back of his jacket for a moment but he’s wrenching himself away immediately, eyes like embers as he pushes himself impossibly faster. 

his body leans too far forward and he stumbles but quickly makes up for momentum, snatching the railway for the stairs of his apartment building and hauling himself up four steps at a time, unconcerned with the slickness of his shoes on the cement even as he nearly slips twice.

he trips on a turn and yoongi is there to catch him, arms supporting under his shoulders and breathless voice questioning in his ear if he’s ok. he’s not ok. he hasn’t been in a long time.

taehyung rips himself from yoongi’s arms and tries again, barely a foot on the next step before yoongi’s arms are around him like a vice, hands knotted together in front of taehyung’s stomach and cheek pressed to his spine.  

“stop-” yoongi pants and taehyung feels something bitter because of it. “please stop just….let’s talk,”

“about what?” it’s acidic and taehyung knows yoongi doesn’t deserve it, knows this is all his fault anyway, but he just can’t stop it. he’s been  bottling it up for so long and now it feels like there’s finally a crack in the bottle and he can’t keep it from trickling out. “talk about WHAT?!”

“tae…”

“about us? because it’s ruined now. there can’t be an ’us’ anymore because now you know and that changes everything, doesn’t it?”

it’s barely a question and yoongi hates that he knows it’s true. he doesn’t even know what to say, he chased after taehyung on instinct and now he’s caught him but he doesn’t know what to do- what to say. still, he has to try.

“tae please,”

“please what, yoongi? please don’t go? please stay beside you? please keep pretending everything is fine? that we aren’t soulmates? that i’m not in love with you?! how can i ?!" 

yoongi would blame the cold wind for the wetness in his eyes but even as he squeezes them shut the tears still fall, trailing cold down his cheeks and dripping onto taehyung’s jacket. another spot dirtied by yoongi’s carelessness.

"nothing…nothing has to change tae,” yoongi hates himself for saying it the moment the words are past his lips. he feels taehyung tense beneath him and he flinches as large hands envelope his own, pushing his apart but he’s desperate for…anything. he’s desperate for taehyung  

yoongi locks his fingers tighter and presses his face into taehyung’s trembling back, muffling his mantra of ’please’ into the thickness of his hoodie.

taehyung’s fingers shake and his nails bite at yoongi’s skin as he tries just as desperately to pry himself from yoongi’s grip, a physical touch from the source of his pain begging him to not go.

tears are rushing down his cheeks and he feels yoongi’s own sobs against his back and he chokes back a wrenching gasp as he tries to pull himself free, drowning out yoongi’s begging with his own moaning heartbreak.

“…stop it stop it stop it stop it stOP IT STOP IT STOP!”

taehyung’s voice is wrecked, knees trembling as he looks through blurry eyes at yoongi’s scratched and shivering hands locked tightly together beneath his own. yoongi knows what he’s begging for. yoongi is once again a greedy wanderer and taehyung the sunflower trapped in his grasp, reaching desperately for the sun that yoongi blocks with his shadow.

“don’t leave me taehyung, please. don’t leave me,”

the fight drains out of taehyung like the last grains in an hourglass, seeping the strength from his limbs and wilting his head as his hands fall limp to his sides.

“tell me you want me.”

yoongi squeezes his eyes and presses closer to his back.

“tell me you’re willing to try and i’ll give you everything. i’ll stay by your side forever, i won’t ever leave you….just…tell me you’re willing to try,”

yoongi opens his mouth and closes it, tries to think of the words he wants to say with the sun so close to his grasp.

“you’ll never be anything if you can’t make your soulmate happy,”

the light is snuffed out with the faceless voice of yoongi’s mother ringing in his ears.

yoongi’s hands drop and taehyung’s strangled gasp is worse than nails on a chalkboard, digging into his chest and pulling down like clawed hands with talons of glass.

yoongi watches as taehyung physically hauls himself up the stairs, tripping more than once before he’s out of sight, followed by the sound of a door closing moments later.

yoongi looks up to the sun, cheeks wet with regret and lips trembling, and sees the sun is blocked by a cloud, dark and grey and covering the sky. he bites back a laugh that taste like dirt and can’t help but think ’how fitting’.

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K this is really effing depressing but it’s so.... good. But it hurts.

imagine a world where your soulmate’s name is written on your wrist in their handwriting from the moment you’re born. 

now imagine taehyung, a bright eyed boy in love with the idea of love. 

imagine him growing up and dreaming of the day he’ll meet his soulmate and finally find peace in the presence of the person he’ll spend his life with.

imagine how happy he is for his friends as they meet their soulmates, and when he gets to university and still hasn’t met his, still effortlessly beams brightly as his best friend announces he’s finally met the girl who’s name has been on his arm his whole life.

imagine taehyung meeting a senior, a man named min yoongi who hands him an attendance sheet from right beside him in a lecture and effectively takes taehyung’s breath away because right there in the last filled spot is a perfect copy of the name that’s been on his wrist since before he can remember.

now imagine taehyung thinking of the best way to tell, the most romantic way for yoongi to find out that he’s finally met his soulmate, because of course yoongi has been waiting his whole life for taehyung as well. he decides that he wants to know yoongi first, to let yoongi know him before revealing it, so he introduces himself as tae and nothing more; decides to make it a game between them for the older to guess his name. yoongi gets one guess a day and every monday, wednesday, and friday, he gets it wrong.

after that, after months of yoongi begrudgingly becoming ensnared in the intricate enigma that is taehyung; months of taehyung prying smiles, genuine laughs, and soft touches from the introverted and soft hearted senior, taehyung finally decides it’s time. he’s going to tell yoongi who he is because at this point he can barely stand withholding the knowledge. he’s fallen in love, and finally, he can be loved back.

now don’t imagine the way taehyung sits beside yoongi in his dorm room for an afternoon study session and works up the courage to ask about yoongi’s soulmate.

don’t think of the sudden clenching in taehyung’s stomach at the way yoongi’s face scrunches up in distaste, or the way taehyung’s throat closes up as yoongi tells him that he never wants to meet his soulmate.

don’t think of taehyung biting his tongue until he tastes blood and digs his fingers into the thick leather bracelet he’s been wearing over his soulmark for the past few months to keep the secret safe.

don’t think of the way he flinches, legs tensing and stomach dropping as yoongi slowly pulls away the sports band he always wears around his left wrist to show taehyung the scarred, jagged flesh and distorted lettering of what used to be the name of his soulmate.

“i was sick of people telling me that my future was already planned for me, that i had no say in my destiny. i guess i went about it in a pretty dramatic way, i could have just gotten a tattoo or scribbled it out in marker, but i was so sick of my parents shoving their ideals down my throat. telling me i had to be a certain way or do a certain thing so i would be perfect for my soulmate. i was never asked if i wanted one, i never had a choice.”

don’t think of the way taehyung tearing his trembling hand away from his wrist and instead takes a sip of water to clear his dry throat and grips it as tight as he can as he asks the only thing he can.

“but what if you met your soulmate? it’s wrong, what they made you do…that they told you you had to be a certain way or act a certain way just so someone you didn’t know yet would want you, but…if you met them, if they suddenly found you and told you they wanted to be with you - to at least try…would you?”

don’t imagine the look of pained certainty on yoongi’s face as he shakes his head or the way taehyung feels tears burn behind his eyes at the answer.

“no. i can honestly say, i think i resent my soulmate at this point. i know it’s not their fault but i can’t help but blame my soulmate - the whole idea of soulmates honestly - because if you have to live with such a big part of your life already decided for you then what’s there to look forward to? really….i hope i never meet them, because if i did…i think i would hate them.”

don’t imagine taehyung smiling his big warm smile as he waves yoongi off, the older returning a smile just as warm and fond and so completely unaware of the impact of his words. don’t imagine taehyung’s shaking body sliding down the inside of his door and the burning, choked sobs that leave his throat. don’t think of him biting his lips bloody to try and keep his cries trapped inside because how can he ever let them out now? how can he ever let anything out now? his soulmate hates him. more than that, the man he loves can’t stand even the thought of him.

don’t imagine yoongi’s worried messages to taehyung after the younger misses his third day of classes that week. don’t imagine his relieved smile when taehyung shows up on the fourth day with slight bags under his eyes and his usual warm presence, smiling and cracking jokes and apologizing for missing classes due to a sudden cold.

whatever you do, don’t imagine yoongi peering curiously at the fresh bandage around taehyung’s left wrist and asking what happened, relaxing at taehyung’s soothing voice as he brushes it off.

“it’s nothing hyung, don’t worry. i got in a fight with a potato peeler and lost.”

don’t imagine two weeks later when taehyung takes the bandage off in the safety of his own bathroom revealing the fresh pink scar tissue, healing in a broken rectangle with no hint of thin black lettering left, and lets the tears run down his cheeks freely as he smiles at where the name he loves so much used to be. because if he can’t be with his soulmate, with yoongi, the least he can do is set him free.