Yoongi, Marry Me...

Absolutely ship them <3

Red Hope! - Part 3

Specially requested by @lelewright1234. Hope you enjoy!

Note: This work is totally fictional and has nothing to do with BTS on real life. I mean no hate toward any person in particular. This plotline was requested. Though I personally hate bullies, I still believe there is hope for everyone.

Fandom: BTS Pairing: OT7 × OC (Leah) Warning: Bullies, hospital, drinking, swearing, recurring nightmares, car accidents, blood etc. Genre: Angst Summary: Since Leah is in coma for months, the guilty consciences of the boys are eating them up...

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 (Complete)

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“Which one do you want this time?” the florist asked his regular customer.

Jimin looked around for a moment, “Those pink ones over there.”

Jimin had been visiting Leah regularly. Whenever he was done with his dance class every day, he would go to the flower shop to buy new flowers for her.

“She can’t even see those flowers you give her.” Hoseok once told him.

“I don’t care.” Jimin had said, “As long as I’m capable of, I’ll do it. So that whenever she wakes up, the first thing she would see are the beautiful flowers by her bedside.”

Hoseok didn’t argue further. Jimin had been bringing flowers to Leah for the past three weeks. He had also asked Hoseok many times to go with him. But Hoseok never visited her, not even once.

When Jimin went inside Leah’s room, he found Nina sitting beside her.

“Oh! It’s you.” Nina said, “new flowers again?”

Jimin nodded. He went to change the flowers that he had brought yesterday from the vase. Though they were still fresh as new, Jimin would still change them every day.

Nina sighed, “What are the uses of them now? You had never cared about her when she was healthy.”

Jimin didn’t answer. He had asked the same question to himself too. He had been regretting it every day. Only if he knew how much it would hurt him once she was gone, he would have never been terrible to her.

“What are they called?” Nina finally asked.

“Garden Primrose.”

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It had been more than two months since Leah had saved them from the accident. She was still in a coma. Nobody knew when she was going to come back or if she would ever come back or not.

Hoseok had thought about her quite a lot. Every time Jimin had asked him to go with him, he had refused. Seeing her still body would be too overwhelming for him.

Today, Hoseok had got up his courage to finally visit her in the hospital. As he looked at her motionless body lying on the bed, his eyes filled with tears. At that precise moment, he had a flashback.

Leah was dancing to her favorite music that day. Hoseok had been watching her secretly. He was awed by her skill. “How smooth her moves are!” he had thought.

Before she had ended her dance, Jimin came to stand beside him. Hoseok felt uncomfortable. For some reason, he couldn’t bring himself to compliment her. Instead of encouraging her for the performance, the boys had joked and laughed at her that day.

Remembering that painful memory, Hoseok couldn’t control his tears. He let them fall. He leaned toward Leah.

“I’m sorry for not appreciating you enough.” Hoseok whispered, “You are truly a gem.”

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Min Yoongi had been drinking a lot lately. His mind was racing. He had never felt so helpless before. The only easy way to calm his messy brain was drinking.

He was the worst among the boys. That was what Leah had once told him. He had laughed and said that he was proud about it, that it was rather a compliment.

He remembered how innocent he used to be once. How he had hated all the bullies in his elementary school. He had been scared of the world and hated everyone. But since he had friends, he started to feel more confident.

“How did this happen?” Yoongi questioned himself, “since when did I turn into such a monster?”

He knew he couldn’t undone the damage he had already caused her. He couldn’t even apologize. Seemed like God had taken away that chance from him.

He stroked the piano keys really hard. “Shit,” he swore when his hand banged on a key and it hurt.

He took the bottle beside him and drank. “Guess I’ll just have to drink away all the pain.” He thought.

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“Shit” Taehyung had another nightmare, “shit, shit, shit.” He swore while kicking his bed sheets and throwing away his pillow.

Namjoon woke up with a start. “Taehyung,” he called, holding him firmly on his grip. Taehyung opened his eyes wide with full of terror.

“It’s just a dream.” Namjoon reassured him, “You’re alright.”

Taehyung looked confused for a while, trying to process his surroundings, his breathing heavy. As the reality kicked in, he buried his face on his hands. Then he started to sob.

Namjoon brought a glass of water and stood beside Taehyung. He didn’t know what to say. The nightmares were getting more frequent. Maybe he should suggest Taehyung to visit a psychiatrist. Maybe they all should see a psychiatrist. But he wouldn’t dare mention it now to Taehyung. Not when he was in this state.

When he calmed down, Taehyung took the glass and gulped down the water. Then he stood up and walked toward the door.

“Are you going out for fresh air?” Namjoon asked. Taehyung nodded and went out.

On his mind, he was replaying the recurring nightmares he was having since the accident. The contents of the dreams were always similar: The car hitting Leah, her motionless body, the blood coming out of her head. But the thing that terrified Taehyung the most was the blood on his own hands.

Taehyung shivered at the thought of it. It felt like a punishment he was suffering for his past actions.

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Namjoon was worried. He worried about himself. He worried about the boys. But mostly, he worried about Leah. Given the chance, he would have gladly taken the place of Leah, saving her and the boys that night. He could have easily given his own life to save theirs.

But karma was a bitch. He knew that they deserved the suffering. They had troubled her enough. Now it was her time to rest while they endured all the pain their guilty conscience had to offer.

It was getting unbearable for Namjoon to see Taehyung waking up from yet another nightmare. Yoongi had started drinking again, the only solution he seemed to have found. Jungkook had stopped going to the school. Even though others were trying hard to act as if everything was fine, he knew deep down they were all hurting.

Namjoon had hard time accepting the situation at first too. But the more he had thought about it, the clearer it became. They had been terrible to Leah. It was only natural for a kind hearted girl like her to smack some sense into them.

Namjoon sat on his table. He took out a pen and a paper. Then, he started to write.

This song was different. He didn’t need to think hard about the rhythm and the lyrics. It was all coming naturally to him. He wrote and wrote until it was done. He was satisfied with the result. The song had everything he wanted to say to Leah. It was a perfect apology.

“If only we could ever sing to her.” Namjoon whispered to himself.

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Jungkook hadn’t gone to school for the past two months. Jin had called his teachers to let them know that Jungkook was having a really hard time since the accident. They understood. Or at least that was what they said.

Jungkook spent most of his time on his room. He wouldn’t even come out to eat. Either of his hyungs would bring him whatever was necessary. Without necessity, he wouldn’t even talk to them.

Jungkook felt anger within himself. Some parts of it was directed toward himself. But there was another part of him who had been blaming the other boys.

He remembered the first day Leah had joined during their elementary years. She had been very friendly and kind towards all of them. But all she had ever received from everyone was laughter and teasing.

She had even helped Jungkook with his homework. She had defended him when the teacher had mistaken him for another naughty student in class. Jungkook had liked her a lot. He really wanted to be her friend.

He felt like it was a mistake, bringing her to meet his hyungs. They had teased her and laughed at her that day. Jungkook was being a coward. He couldn’t defend his friend the way she had done him. Instead he had taken his hyungs’ side and bullied her along with them.

Jungkook was angry with himself and the boys.

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Jin had been taking care of the boys. Whether they were aware about it or not, he didn’t care. He had been doing it since the very beginning. Being the oldest, he felt like that was his fate.

He had taken Jungkook to school every day when all of them had moved on to the high school. Jungkook was the only one left in the elementary school. He had been cooking for every one with Yoongi’s help. He had never shown his struggle. He had been strong for his boys.

Even now, during this difficult time, he had kept his pain within himself. He was still trying to show his positive side so that the boys would not break down. He was doing everything he was capable of.

He remembered why the bullying had begun in the first place. Jungkook had told them about his new friend in school. He was very excited for them to meet her. But that scared Jin.

Leah, being a black girl, was being bullied by everyone. Jin feared that they would start bullying Jungkook too, once he became friend with her. Jin felt like he had to protect the youngest. It was him who gave the idea of teasing her for fun. The boys had agreed since he was the oldest. What could he do anyway? After all, he was only 14 years old back then.

But now, Jin felt the opposite. He felt like he had lead the boys into doing something terrible. He felt like he was to blame for everything they were going through. He felt like Leah would never forgive him.

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Death Before Water And Life After It

'The Avonlea Story Club'

Story no. #02 Inspired by prompt: “There was a legend about the well in the garden.” Time Duration: 1 May, 2023 - 31 May, 2023

Word Count: 2.6K Words Warning: horror elements, mention of illness, injuries, deaths etc.

Summary: Spending the summer vacation with an ill grandma in a remote village turns mysterious...

I attempted to write down a rare experience I got to have while I visited my late grandma’s village. The story I am about to tell is no ordinary tale. It is, in many ways, unbelievable too. So, I would rather let my readers decide upon believing it.

It was the summer of 2017. My grandma was diagnosed with a deadly disease and the doctors feared that she wouldn’t make it till the next year.  I had a long vacation of two months from school. I didn’t have any plans either. At that moment, my only desire was to visit my grandma for the last time on her deathbed, even though it was said that she couldn’t recognize anyone.

It was the very first time I sat foot in that remote village. I had expected a lot from it since it was located far away from the city. But in reality, nothing about the village appealed to me. It was just an ordinary village with ordinary people.

My grandma didn’t come to greet me. When I went to meet her, she didn’t even bother to look at me. I could tell by looking in her eyes that she was in pain. But as always, my sweet grandma didn’t want to burden anyone with it. I spent three days in the house without getting out for once. Within these three days, I had constantly sat beside grandma and talked to her in hope that she might recognize her youngest granddaughter at some point. But that didn’t happen.

Finally, it was the fourth day when I got bored of playing offline games on my phone. Since the network connection wasn’t the best at that place, I decided to take a look at my surrounding areas. Like I had mentioned before, the village had nothing interesting to enjoy. There was no place for sightseeing.

After some minutes of aimlessly walking around I came to a stop near what looked like a ruin of an old garden. I spent a minute or two looking at its broken gate. Then I finally went in. Once again, I was disappointed after finding nothing but a bunch of wild plants growing all around the place.

There was an old well at the far corner. I felt like I should go and check it before I left the place for good. As I walked towards it I felt uncomfortable and strange. I remembered I was all alone in an abandoned garden with no house that could be seen or people that could be heard.

Yet I couldn’t turn back without a close view of the well. It was as abandoned as the garden itself. Vines and roots grew all around it. The huge stones had cracks. When I peeked inside I was shocked to see water that hadn’t dried out yet. I could see my reflection perfectly in the black water inside.

I was about to go away when I heard someone behind me. There was a little boy sitting on the ground, his back leaning against the well. 

How come I didn't notice him in the first place?

He wasn’t wearing much clothes than necessary, I guessed it was because of the hot weather. He was dirty from his head to toe. I went closer to check on him. I found out that he was humming a tune while scratching his ankles.

“Hey!” I called him, “What are you doing here, all alone?”

He quitted humming at my intrusion and glanced at me for a moment. Then he looked down on his ankles and started to scratch them again. I felt an urge to stop him from doing that. His feet looked swollen and red.

Instead I asked, “Where are your parents?”

“They died… long ago,” he answered in a low voice.

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that!” I went closer to sit in front of him, “Do you live nearby?” There were no houses in sight that could suggest his home. But I still looked around for any sign of life.

In reply, the boy looked at the well behind him for a moment. Then, he looked at me and asked, “Are you a foreigner?”

“No. I came from the city.” I replied.

“So, you are a foreigner!” he stated. This time with a thrill in his eyes. So, I nodded my head in defeat. Maybe he considered everyone apart from the villagers a foreigner.

“You shouldn’t do that.” I said, indicating his merciless scratching.

“It’s okay!” he smiled at me, “It doesn’t hurt anymore.”

I studied his face for a while. Even though it was dirty, I could tell that the boy was really beautiful. He had big doe eyes with long eyelashes. His small mouth looked really cute when he smiled. Also, he had the kind of smile that makes others do the same at its sight.

So, I automatically smiled back at him.

“C’mon!” I stood up, “I’m going now. You shouldn’t be here all alone. This place is giving me the creeps.”

“You’re going away already?” the boy asked. The smile on his face was gone. His big eyes were filling up with tears all of a sudden.

“Aww, don’t cry.” I said, giving him my hand, “I'm not leaving you. I’ll take you to your home.”

“I can’t go.” he shook his head.

“Why?” I asked, rather astonished at the bold reply coming from an otherwise soft spoken little boy.

The boy retreated to his previous position. He continued humming the tune and scratched his ankles as well. I tried convincing him to come with me for some time. He started to completely ignore me.

I checked my watch. It was past lunch time. I knew grandfather was probably really angry by now because he doesn’t like delaying meal times. So, I told the boy to go home early and not to come to the place again. I had to leave him alone by the well.

I had almost forgotten all about it. But another meeting reminded me of my encounter with the little boy by the well.

I laid awake in my bed. The little boy sat at the furthest corner from me. I stared at him for some time, watching him scratch his ankles and humming the familiar tune.

When our eyes met, he let himself smile. "You're awake!" He stated.

"What are you doing here?" I asked him.

"I came because you didn't come to see me again." He replied.

"Did you wait for me?" I asked.

The boy nodded.

"Where?"

"Why? By the well in the garden!"

"Didn't I tell you not to go there alone?"

The boy laughed at me, "But I live there, silly."

I didn't understand him. Suddenly I remembered I was sleeping and I hadn't really woken up.

How could I tell that I was dreaming?

"Oh no! You're gonna wake up now, aren't you?" The boy pouted his lips.

"How do you…" I couldn't finish my question. I was already awake. And as I checked, the boy was gone too.

I couldn't make myself go back to sleep again. It was already dawn. So, I walked around the house. I heard my grandma calling me from within her room as I walked past it. My eyes grew larger.

She remembered me!

"Oh, granny. My lovely, granny." I sprinted inside her room and hugged her.

"When did you come, my love?" She asked, a sweet smile on her lips.

"Almost a week ago."

We talked for some time. Grandma said that she felt a lot better and was so happy to see me. She wondered why mother didn't come. I said she was very busy with her work. I lied because I didn't want to worry her about mother's health. And I knew she wasn't the type to get hurt when someone couldn't manage their time. It is a cruel world, after all.

At some point, grandma was reminiscing about the old times. Long ago when she was young and not yet married. She used to live here, in this village, at that time. She talked as if her memory of her childhood was just a few days back. I felt like she had forgotten me at some stage and mistook me for her best friend of childhood instead as she talked.

At one point, I asked her about the old garden. I asked if it was in use at her times. She looked at me with dreadful eyes, "don't speak of it. Don't you know, it's a forbidden place to walk in?"

"Why is it forbidden, Grandma?" I asked curiously.

"Oh, dear!" She suddenly started to laugh, "I keep forgetting that it's you." and placed a kiss on my forehead.

"Grandma," I called, "Please, tell me about the garden. I wanna know."

"It was a long time ago. Even before I was born. There was a legend about the well in the garden." grandma spoke dreamily.

"What legend?"

"At the time when the first gypsies came to settle down in the land, it was a barren one. No river. No rain. Nothing. Nobody knows why the river gypsies chose to live in such a land after years of floating in water. But they struggled against this land. It wasn't habitable for life at all. They decided they'll excavate a well. After months of labor they did it too. But it was only a matter of days  before the water dried out after the well was built."

"Why?" I asked as grandma stopped to take a breath.

Grandma nodded, "it was a cursed place. Everyone in the village had dreams about the well afterwards. An unknown entity would visit them in their dreams and ask them to negotiate with it. The negotiation was a human life in exchange for water.

"People were scared. They forbade everyone to go near the well. They decided to leave the place for good. Some of them even ran away from home in fear. But the nightmares didn't stop. The entity was hungry for human life. Finally, it got what it wanted.

"A little boy of a lonely mother wandered off to the well one day. When he returned home at sunset, both of his legs were found being chained. The mother walked along the long chains only to find that it led inside the very well her people had built. The more they pulled the chains, the more it grew in length, coming out of the dried well. No blacksmith could damage the chain, not even a little scratch could be made on it.

"The villagers started to see a different version of their same old nightmare. The entity now asked them the life of that little boy only. Then, started the gossip.

"The boy was an illegitimate child. His mother was not a very welcomed person in the community. They lived almost a separated life. Maybe the entity chose wisely. Maybe they should abide by its rule. Maybe the boy could be sacrificed for the sake of all.

"But the mother was a mad woman. She wouldn’t give up on her only gem. She would rather her son lived with the chains around his legs forever. The child cried. He cried all day and night. He said that his legs itched. And as he scratched them again and again, the skin had peeled off and left him wounded.

"'Mama, it hurts.' The boy pleaded with his mother to get rid of his shackles. But nothing could be done for his aid. The villagers, at one point, stopped even trying. The herbal remedy his mother gave him was useless.

"'Let me go, then.' The boy pleaded again. His mother denied.

"Finally, the boy decided for himself. When his mother would be asleep, he would go to the well again. He would ask the well what it wanted from him. And so he did. Nobody heard of the little boy anymore. Someone said that the boy had jumped off to the well himself. But nobody knew because there wasn't a body to be found.

"Since that day, there hasn't been any scarcity of water from the well. The well never dried off after. A beautiful garden grew around the land. No-one had any more nightmares. The gypsies finally overcame another adversary that was the most challenging in their community life. They lived happily ever after."

Grandma finished her story and looked at me with a smile.

"But Grandma," I spoke, "this isn't the type of story that ends with 'happily ever after'."

"Why not?" grandma asked, "the villagers, in fact, did live happily."

"What about the boy? And his mother?"

"Now," grandma stated, "they weren't the hero of my story, were they?"

"You've got a point," I said, "But don't you think that the boy could be the most tragic hero if it was said from his perspective?"

"He could be." Grandma thought for a moment, "Why don't you rewrite it in your own words then? Maybe you can do him some justice."

Before I left grandma for breakfast, I asked her one last question, "since everything is resolved, why did you say that it was a forbidden garden in the beginning?"

"Because, darling!" She looked at me as if it was so obvious, "the little boy can still be seen roaming around it."

I went to the garden that day. It was obvious what grandma told me was just a legend. And a legend can be a lie. Or at least partially. Maybe there was an incident of a boy's drowning. Maybe the nightmares originated from the collective superstitious belief of the gypsies. Or maybe, just maybe, there was an entity involved.

Whatever happened a long time ago, I could never know them for sure. I could only assume the story from my perspective and my beliefs in particular superstitions. But I didn't feel like I could rest till I saw that little boy again and demanded some kind of explanation. It might sound a little crazy to the readers but my mind couldn't make out any reasonable explanation of the boy's peculiar behavior at the moment.

I waited from morning till noon. But he didn't come. I didn’t know that some terrible news awaited me at home other than the fear that grandfather might be mad at me for missing another lunch.

Grandma was no more. My sweet, lovely grandma. The grandma who had talked with me just this dawn. I was told that the servant found her dead when he went to serve her breakfast. I almost didn’t believe it. But I accepted at last as we all do eventually.

I stayed till the funeral was over. Then I immediately packed everything to leave the place. I didn’t think I could stay at the house without feeling my grandma's presence.

But before I left, I had to solve something within myself. I had to see the boy again. I went to the garden for the last time. And as expected he was already waiting for me.

"Why didn't you tell me everything beforehand?" I questioned him, "Didn't you want me to know?"

"You know because I showed you." The same old smile on his face.

"But why me, of all people?"

He walked towards me and placed his cold hands on mine. It was the only time he had really touched me. He said hopefully, "You'll let them know, won't you? They'll finally know."

"Know what?" I asked, a little confused.

"The truth!"

I didn't understand him wholly that day. After years it somehow dawned on me. The little boy wanted the world to know. Not just the legend of the well in the garden. But the little life it took that made it possible.

Author's note: The story is inspired by a folktale my grandma had long ago told me that originated from her hometown. It was about how a pond was excavated and a child's life was offered for it to contain water. There are many versions of this story. The story is really memorable to me and honestly, I still get chills whenever I think about it. I made some changes to the plot to match the given prompt. I don't know if I could do it any justice. But I'm glad I made an effort to preserve one of the less known folktales of my country.

P.S. The country is Bangladesh…

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Last Song: Safe Zone by J-Hope.

Last TV Show: American Horror Story

Last Movie: Dunki

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: Definitely sweet. Sometimes savory

Last Thing I Googled: bdnaash

Current Obsession: Ben Barnes.

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Last Song: The Ballad of Czolgosz

Last TV Show: I barely ever watch TV so I honestly have no idea 😭

Last Movie: Barbie! I know I’m super late to it lol

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: Savory! I like sweet things too, but I have white person negative spice tolerance </3

Last Thing I Googled: umbc, I saw it used but didn’t know what it meant (it stands for university of Maryland Baltimore county)

Current Obsessions: linguistics, bts obviously, mechanical keyboards, love nikki (those are my special interests!), a separate peace!!! my beloved gay book, I go in and out of being really obsessed with Notion and currently I’m in the obsessed stage

Tags: @quillandink333 @dearly-somber @jknj @tanaka-drew @colth0und

My Masterlist

Fan Fiction:

BTS:

Another Masterlist

Wizarding World (Harry Potter):

1. Miss Lupin 2. Miss Lupin - 2

Marvel: 1. Peter x Gwen x Eddie 2. Wanda x Loki

The Riot Club: 1. That Time (Dimitri x reader) 2. James x reader

Tale of the Nine Tailed: 1. I’m Here For You (Lee Rang x reader) 2. Your Wish Is Granted (Lee Rang x reader) 3. My Mysterious Neighbour (Lee Rang x reader)

Dorian Gray: 1. When We Were Young (Dorian x reader)

Fandoms (Analysis):

Law School: 1. Characters’ theme songs 2. Joon Hwi’s relation with his uncle 3. Quotes analysis

BTS: 1. “First Love” and “The Last” 2. Wings, album by BTS 3. Little Things Matter 4. World Expo 2030 Busan Concert 5. Soulmates???

Others: 1. Teresa deserves better (Maze Runner) 2. My Connection to It (Stephen King) 3. How to recover from Squid Game? 4. Strangers From Hell 5. I’m So Lee Rang (Tale of the Nine Tailed)

Personal Writings:

1. Late Night Chat 2. One Last Dance 3. One Last Dance - 2 4. 7 Deadly Sins 5. Beauty of Things

My Thoughts:

1. How Hatred Starts 2. Secondary Guilt 3. Depression 4. My Spider Phobia 5. Parents/Step-mother 6. I Cry 7. Run BTS 8. This Jimin

Reviews (TV Shows):

1. Vienna Blood - Season 1 2. January-February 2022 3. The End of the F***ing World - Season 1 4. March 2022 5. April-May 2022

Reviews (Movies):

1. The Words 2. Last Night in Soho 3. Gangubai Kathiawadi

Reviews (Books):

Classic: 1. The Great Gatsby 2. Great Expectations 3. The Three Musketeers 4. Wuthering Heights 5. Absent Minded Man 6. The Crucible 7. Dracula 8. Pride & Prejudice 9. Charlotte’s Web 10. Demian

Modern: 1. Maze Runner Trilogy 2. Loki: Where Mischief Lies 3. The Devil All the Time 4. Me Before You 5. The Female of the Species

Video Edits:

1. Girls Like Bad Boys 2. Miss Havisham (Great Expectations) 3. Pip x Estella (Great Expectations) 4. My Crushes 5. Dorian Gray x Sybil Vain 6. POV: Yoongi is your boyfriend (BTS)

Photo Edits:

1. Alex Lawther 2. Top 5 Books 2021 3. Lee Dong Wook Bromance 4. Top 3 Books 2022

Moodboards:

Photos: 1. Asa Butterfield and Girls 2. Marauders Reimagine 3. Marauders Reimagine - 2 4. Floral Photoshoots 5. Feminine-Muscular 6. Tom Holland’s Range 7. Kim Bum Range 8. Flowers x BTS 9. Vminkook 10. NamJinSope

Aesthetics: 1. Dorian Gray 2. A Lady 3. Peter Parker and Harry Osborn 4. Reaper x Sunny (Goblin) 5. Bad and Crazy 6. Jungkook - Red 7. Jin - Orange 8. V - Yellow 9. J-Hope - Green 10. Jimin - Blue 11. Suga - Indigo 12. RM - Purple 13. Happy Birthday Jungkook 14. Happy Birthday RM 15. Happy Birthday Jimin 16. Happy Birthday Jin 17. Happy Birthday V

Meme:

1. Tale of the Nine Tailed 2. Kim Bum 3. Min Yoongi and Alex Lawther

Others:

1. Quote by Joan Clarke 2. Van Gogh Arts 3. My Birthday Gifts (Books) 4. Movies Rec by Genres 5. The Duality of BTS 6. Hobipalooza 7. Jimin’s ‘ID: Chaos’ 8. Writers Block 9. The Avonlea Story Club

True Self - Part 1

Fandom: BTS Pairing: Idol!Namjoon x Female Reader Genre: Fluff Warning: None, I guess? Word Count: 1k Words Note: Please bear it in mind that it’s totally fictional. I tried my best to include some of the aspects of Namjoon in here. Personally I think, Namjoon is one of the best men to ever exist. Wish I could do him justice.

Summary: Meeting Namjoon while you take your sister to the park proves to you that he is the kind of man you’ve always fantasized about...

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 [Complete]

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Today, I was in charge of taking my 8 years old sister to the park she frequently went to. My mother usually did the job. Since she didn’t feel too well, I had to take the part.

“Namjoon oppa!” my sister called and ran towards the man I had never met before. But I had heard about him a lot from my mother and he was a perfect gentleman in her eyes. My little sister was fond of him as well. She even told me once that she would gladly exchange me with her ‘oppa’ if given the chance.

Namjoon’s face broke into a smile as he saw her. “Hey, sweetheart.” he said while hugging her gently. There was a hint of confusion on his face when he looked at me.

“I’m her elder sister.” I introduced myself.

“I see,” he shook my hand, “I’ve heard about you.”

I felt embarrassed as I wondered what my mother could possibly have told about me. She was the kind to always brag about me to every single person she met. Though, I see nothing in me to brag about.

Namjoon offered me to sit down. I accepted hesitantly even though my plan was to sit alone and read the last chapter of the book I had brought while my sister would go around the park making new friends.

We both tried to make a simple conversation, which we found too hard to continue. So, we sat there silently, watching my sister play with Namjoon’s dog.

After a while, Namjoon noticed the book, which was poking through my bag and inquired about it. Then, he showed me the book he had brought which gave me an excuse to read mine while he quietly read his.

That was how our first meeting went. When I got back home, my mother wasn’t impressed at all because of how immaturely I had behaved.

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I started to take my sister to the park more often. So that I got to meet Namjoon every now and then. He would come to walk his dog sometimes and will always strike up a conversation with me. Sometimes he would bring chocolate, milkshake or ice cream for my sister.

One day, he brought two chocolates with him, gave one to my sister and handed one to me. I gave him a look that said, “Why me?”

Namjoon laughed a little and said, “You mentioned once about how you used to eat lots of chocolates when you were a kid. So, I thought perhaps nobody bring them to you anymore now that you’ve grown up. But I can see through you. You still like them.”

I couldn’t help blushing. He had definitely saw me asking for a bite from my sister whenever I thought he wouldn’t notice. What an embarrassing way to get busted!

From that day on, whenever he would bring something for my sister he would bring one for me as well. At first, I hesitated to accept them. But eventually it turned into a normal act between us.

I started liking Namjoon without realizing it. He was the kind of person to radiate warmth around him. Talking to him started to feel like a stress relief mechanism to me.

I also couldn’t help noticing how clumsy he was. He would often break things and spill drinks on himself and on me as well. Once he even tumbled and fell down while we were walking down a slope.

He would immediately start to apologize and explain to me how he was not very good with his hands and legs. He even mentioned that some people called him a ‘giant baby’ because of his nature. I found it so adorable that I started to call him by that name secretly in my house too.

“Oh dear!” my mother once said, “Don’t tell me you are falling for him.”

“Of course, not!” I said with confidence. Then turned to go to my room, muttering to myself “I hope so…”

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We had bonded over our love for books. I found out that he was as eager to buy new books whenever he had the chance as me. We talked for hours about our favorite books, fictional worlds, characters and stories. It was getting dark and my little sister practically begged me to take her back home.

At this point, I was taking her to the park almost every day. And of course, my motive behind it was to meet up with Namjoon. Soon, I realized how less and less frequent his visits were getting. When I had asked him about it, he said, “I’m getting a little too busy with my works lately.”

He only once mentioned about him working for some music company. He had told me that he needed break every now and then from his stressful works. So, whenever he came to walk his dog, he didn’t like to talk about it. I never pushed him either.

“I want to take you out sometimes.” He told me one day; which was really surprising. We had been friends for more than 3 months. But none of us had ever expressed anything more than that by this time.

“Yeah, sure!” I said, “Where to?”

“Maybe at a bookstore?” he suggested. I said it sounded great and we agreed upon a time at a particular day.

As soon as I told my mother about it, she was really excited. She bought me new clothes with matching jewelries. I told her that she was imagining a little too much, that it was supposed to be a friendly hangout.

We met in front of the bookstore at the appointed date and Namjoon handed me the beautiful white flowers he had brought with him. I thanked him and said, “I’m sorry, I didn’t think about buying you flowers too.”

Namjoon smiled at me, “Don’t worry, dear. Buy me some other day.” His dimple smile was enough to melt away all the worries. He looked so different when he smiled that it felt like he was a complete different person.

We had planned to buy each other books that we personally preferred. It was a fun idea. We were roaming around talking about what we liked about the books that we had chosen. And finally, we got out of the shop with loads of books to carry back home.

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Next time, I invited him for a coffee and I was the one who brought flowers for him.

“Wow, Sunflowers!” he exclaimed.

“Yeah.” I said casually, “’Cause they are my favorites.”

“No wonder. Pretty people like pretty things.”

I laughed, “Thank you or whatever.”

“Was it too bad?” he asked, “I was just trying to flirt.”

I nodded my head in affirmation, “Don’t even think about it. You’re horrible at this stuff.” Namjoon also started to laugh.

We ordered our coffees and sat there for a really long duration. Time seemed to fly by while I talked with this guy. He was a person I could talk so easily with.

By the end of the date, Namjoon said, “I think you ought to see for yourself the world I live in.”

“What does that mean? Are you from Narnia or something?” I jokingly asked.

He shook his head, smiling with somewhat seriousness, “I mean, my work.”

“Okay.” I said, excited to know.

“It is actually unbelievable that you still haven’t found out about it.” He chuckled, “I am an Idol.”

“You mean as the K-pop?” I asked, totally shocked at the revelation.

Then, Namjoon asked casually, “Do you know BTS?”

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Red Hope! - Part 2

Specially requested by @lelewright1234. Hope you enjoy!

Note: This work is totally fictional and has nothing to do with BTS on real life. I mean no hate toward any person in particular. This plotline was requested. Though I personally hate bullies, I still believe there is hope for everyone.

Fandom: BTS Pairing: OT7 × OC (Leah) Warning: Bullies, heart condition, divorced parents, etc. Genre: Angst Summary: Leah’s little background check and the start of it all...

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 (Complete)

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The name’s Leah and I’m 17 years old. Being born with a heart murmur and having a heart surgery as a baby, gave me the advantage of being spoiled by my whole family.

My parents were originally from Trinidad and Tobago. But I was born and grew up in America. Everything in my life was great until I reached 9 and my parents got divorced, leaving my safe haven being torn apart from the center.

I said my last goodbye to my father with tears on my face and moved with my mother to South Korea. She remarried a South Korean retired marine within a year. My step-father too, like my biological one, spoiled me with everything I wanted.

The main problem was outside my house, the people from the neighborhood. I was always considered an outsider. Being the only black girl in school was really tough for me, until my best friend, Nina joined.

Then there was this boy in class, Jungkook. At first, I considered him to be extremely shy. I really liked him and wanted to be friends. But it turned out to be a nightmare.

Jungkook took me to meet his group of some older boys from the neighborhood. The first meeting proved how wrong I was about Jungkook. He was the naughtiest kid I had ever encountered whenever he was in front of his hyungs.

Speaking of his hyungs, they were crazy as hell. They teased me with such mean comments I never expected on a first meeting. I was on the verge of tearing up when one of them, Namjoon, stopped the others and told me to go away.

Since then I tried my best to avoid them. Even during classes I would avoid sitting with Jungkook and talking with him. But they didn’t give up. It seemed like they really enjoyed bullying me. During breaks, they would all come to our class often to tease me or to make some remarks about me, making others laugh.

This continued, even after we got into high school. Seemed like they always had something new for me and they never got bored. I tried my best to avoid them. But at times, I would aggressively react to their behaviors making them shut up for some days, only for them to return with more jokes after.

I did ballet since I was 2. It was something like breathing to me. I didn’t love doing it, but it was a part of me anyway. I was taking ballet class where every now and then I bumped into Hoseok and Jimin. They also took dance classes. Mostly when they were alone, they would either ignore me or would try to talk nicely. But if they were together, they could make me wish I never took the classes in the first place.

The boys’ behaviors were really confusing sometimes. Most people assumed we were close friends, since we could be seen together in many places, though it was always them following me. Sometimes the boys would actually try to treat me nicely and then again went back to being their old selves.

So, this was a life I was used to. The teasing and hurtful comments they made about me was somehow bearable until at a point, it got worse and I slowly started to hate them.

But if I had to tell the truth, I pitied them more than I hated them. Here they were, seven very young boys, living together without any guardian. Who could teach them how to behave?

I felt like these boys lack the most important emotion it takes to be a human. The Bangtan Boys lack love.

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Thank you @poutyniall. I really wanted to get to know you. You seemed like a very interesting person to me. Anyway, here's what I personally like.

Fav color: Black and Blue

Currently Reading: The Humans by Matt Haig (feels like my cup of tea)

Last Song: For You by BTS (since I'm a baby ARMY, I mostly listen to BTS all day)

Last Series: It's Okay to Not be Okay (Currently watching)

Last Movie: Paap Punya (A Bangladeshi film), The Notebook (As for an English language film)

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: Anything but spicy.

Currently Working on: A fanfiction, hehe...

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Fav color: purple

Currently reading: (about to start) "The Book of Accidents" by Chuck Wendig

Last song: "Stardust" by Armin Van Buuren and Jean Michel Jarre (in repeat)

Last series: Stranger Things

Last Movie: Wendy (2020) 《it's such a good movie I watched it like 3 times in a row 》

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: Spicy (which is also savory btw)

Currently working on: answering this post

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We Are Only Seven - Chapter 4

Fandom: BTS Characters: OT7 (Devil!Namjoon, Demigod!Seokjin, Wizard!Yoongi, Angel!Hoseok, Werewolf!Taehyung, Gumiho!Jimin, Vampire!Jungkook) For a visual representation check these >>> VMinKook & NamJinSope Warning: Mention of battle, blood. Word Count: 1.7k Words

Summary: In a world ruled by humans, the other worldly, non-humans are in hiding. But how long will it last this way?

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 [Complete]

“Give me a good reason to trust you.” Jimin asked defensively.

Yoongi and his new partners had brought the trio in his place. At first, Jimin was reluctant to have come with them. But when he saw what the OHA had in their mind and if it weren’t for them, Jimin would have probably ended up in their laboratory, he finally agreed to go with them.

“Trust requires time.” Yoongi said, “And all I’m asking from you is to give me that time. I swear, everything will make sense at the end. It will all go well according to the plan.”

“Well, your first plan was to summon an angel.” Seokjin said, always ready to contradict Yoongi at any given time, “And look, whom you’ve brought instead.” He gave Namjoon a disgusted look.

“Yeah,” Yoongi said as a matter of fact, “someone who brought the said angel to me at least.”

“Yah, Jimin-ah!” Taehyung called, “Look at this angel, here. His wings are so soft. Oh my God! I want to wrap myself in them.”

Jimin gave a faint smile. Taehyung and Jungkook were busy playing with Hoseok as Jimin was having some serious discussion with the rest. They looked surprisingly happy to have joined the new team. They were trusting the new people so easily. It made Jimin worry a lot.

“Oh my God!” Hoseok imitated Taehyung, “And I want to wrap you in my wings as well. Haha…” They were laughing like kids at this point.

Namjoon shook his head, “Are you sure about the sanity of the members of this team?”

Yoongi sighed, unable to answer. He, himself was losing hope the more time he had been spending with these incompatible group of beings he had collected.

Whatever the reason might be for each of them, they collectively agreed to do whatever it took them to bring the demise of the organization that had been terrorizing their kinds for years. Apart from Seokjin, everyone seemed to have liked Yoongi too, despite of his cold nature. Little by little Yoongi started to explain the complicated, but not wholly impossible, plan to them all.

First, came the question of participations from the members. How and who would perform which tasks were brought into light. Yoongi would definitely serve as the mastermind of the team. Namjoon, Taehyung and Jungkook would be the strength while Hoseok and Jimin would give the team whatever supernatural skills they had to offer.

“What about Seokjin?” Namjoon asked sarcastically.

“What about me?” Seokjin asked, “Ya’ll definitely need a son of Aphrodite on the team. Someone, whose beauty can distract the enemies at dire times.”

“Who needs to be Aphrodite’s child to look beautiful?” said Taehyung, fixing the collar of his shirt.

Hoseok cracked up at this, “No offense, but that was so true.”

“It’s about number.” Yoongi came to his aid, “We need more people in the team.”

“But that doesn’t mean we can allow about anyone.” Jimin said, afraid that they might end up having a spy among them.

“Anyway,” Namjoon said, his voice suddenly serious now, “I think you are not giving us enough information.” The accusation was directed to Yoongi. “Answer this first, if it was about numbers, why were you so keen at finding specifically an angel and a Gumiho?”

All of their attentions were now at Yoongi. “I…” Yoongi stammered, “it’s because…Well, you see. We need some of the superpowers to fight such a horribly powerful Organization as OHA.” Yoongi’s voice rose as he asked the others, “Does any of you have them as good as these guys?” he pointed at Jimin and Hoseok.

Taehyung shook his head, “Even the OHA would agree to the fact that angels and Gumihos are their most desirable preys.”

Even though everyone seemed to be satisfied by the explanation, Namjoon was feeling a hunch. “This guy is definitely keeping some real secrets to himself.” He thought. But he didn’t let his suspicion be known to anyone else.

“You’ve failed again.” Kim Joon-Hwi raged at the guards and the wizards those who were able to have escaped the last fight with the supernatural beings.

“Sir,” one of the guards informed, “They were more in number than we had anticipated.”

Kim Joon-Hwi shook his head. He had been putting up with enough excuses. They were failing him again and again. He was getting impatient now. He wanted to take the matter at his own hands.

“Two years at best.” He screamed at the leader of the wizards, “That’s how much time you had asked from me. And now, 5 years had already passed and you’re progress is getting slower.”

The wizard lowered his head and said, “But we’ve found something more valuable this time, sir.”

“Tell me more about it.” Kim Joon-Hwi relaxed and sat down on his chair.

“There were four more members in their team, sir.” The wizard informed, “Among them was Yoongi.”

“The wizard Min Yoongi?” He asked.

“Yes, sir.” The wizard answered, “There was an angel too.”

“An angel?” Kim Joon-Hwi again rose from his chair in excitement.

“An angel and another being with black wings; which we couldn’t identify yet.”

Kim Joon-Hwi didn’t show any interest at the other creatures. He said, more to himself than anyone, “That means, Yoongi had finally found the angel.”

There was a moment of silent. Hesitantly, the wizard asked his boss, “Sir, what do we do next?”

“We don’t.” Kim Joon-Hwi replied. There was a faint smirk visible on his face, “They come to us.”

After hours of discussion on their upcoming mission, they all settled down to have a dinner on the floor, since there was no table available. Jungkook wasn’t eating anything. Instead he kept looking at Hoseok with his big doe eyes full of wonder.

“What are you looking at?” Hoseok asked while chewing on a buttered bun.

Jungkook hesitated, “I’ve always imagined angels wearing white clothes.”

“And we do.” Hoseok responded, “In heaven we wear nothing but white; which goes pretty well with our white wings. But since I came to earth, I’ve discovered all these colorful stuffs people wear. And I absolutely love them. So, I tried them on since my wings are invisible most of the times here.”

Jungkook nodded his head while Namjoon remarked, “Well, you should have been more careful in choosing what colors go well together. Splashing random colors aimlessly at a canvas doesn’t create art.”

“I think they do. People here call them ‘abstract arts’” Seokjin said, “Anyway, I like Hoseok’s style of clothing more than yours. Your aesthetic goes with Yoongi, I believe.” Both Namjoon and Yoongi ignored his attempt at insulting them.

Taehyung asked Hoseok, “So, what are you doing on earth? Mommy told me that angels live in heaven.”

“She’s right!” Hoseok answered. He’s more than happy to explain about his home, “Most of our lives, we live there in heaven. But every now and then, we are send down to earth for a purpose.”

“What’s that?” Taehyung asked, listening attentively.

“Well, one of my friends, an angel, came here before me.” His voice doesn’t sound very happy anymore, “But we’ve lost all contacts of him. So, I’ve volunteered to look at the matter. Hence, they allowed me to come on earth.”

“Did you find him?” Taehyung asked once again.

“Nope!” Hoseok said, “I’ve been searching for him for months. At this point, I believe, he had been taken away by OHA. But I didn’t dare fight them alone. I know how much power they hold over all the people here. That’s why, I agreed to join this team. So that I can finally go back home with my friend.”

“I think we should decide upon where to sleep at night.” Yoongi interrupted when Taehyung was about say something more.

Yoongi woke up early to make breakfast for them all. He was struggling as it was his first time preparing meals for seven very different species at once. He had managed to steal blood for Jungkook from a nearby clinic last night while everyone slept. It was now time to prepare some nutritious protein meals for the rest.

Seokjin came in the kitchen after sometime, “Why didn’t you wake me up? I told you, I’m a very good cook, didn’t I?”

“Please, just go back.” Yoongi said, “I can’t deal with you now.”

Seokjin understood how stressed Yoongi was. He secretly admired him for his attempt to care for the people he had collected for the mission, but barely knew them all. “He is not as cold as he wanted us to believe.” Seokjin thought.

Then, he joined quietly and started to help Yoongi. At first, Yoongi was sulking at his presence. But by the time, they both got comfortable enough to work together smoothly.

“Where’s Hoseok?” Seokjin asked, “I didn’t see him anywhere this morning.”

“Probably sleeping in the couch.” Yoongi said, stirring the soup he was making for Seokjin and himself.

“Namjoon’s in the couch.” Seokjin said.

“Maybe he’s in the bedroom.” Yoongi suggested.

“I slept in the bedroom last night.” Seokjin informed, his voice alarming at this point, “The newbies had joined me too. But not Hoseok. I thought he was sleeping on the floor next to your desk last night.”

Yoongi stopped stirring, his eyes wide, “Yes, he did. Oh my God! Why didn’t I see him when I woke up? Did he escape?”

“We’re not in a prison. Why would I escape?” Hoseok said as he entered the kitchen. He was holding a grocery bag.

“Did you go out?” Yoongi asked earnestly, “All alone? What if something wrong happened? Don’t you know, they had seen us? They know how we look like. They are out there hunting us.”

“Calm down!” Seokjin hold Yoongi by his shoulders as his voice started to raise in panic.

“I’m so sorry. I just thought there wasn’t enough food for everyone. So, I wanted to help.” Hoseok said.

“Is everything okay?” Jungkook came inside hearing all the fuss.

“Nobody has to help me, okay?” Yoongi suddenly burst out, “This is my house. I’ll do whatever is necessary. I don’t need anyone’s help.”

Jungkook got out of the kitchen immediately. Seokjin said, “Oh shut up! We all know that’s not true.”

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