I was watching a documentary series on Netflix called ‘Myths and Monsters’. At a point where they were discussing about ‘The Grimm's Fairy Tales’, which is a book of collected folktales of Germany by the Grimm brothers, they said that the brothers had actually modified the stories to make it acceptable to the children. And one such particular change was that in the story of ‘Hansel and Gretel’. Though worldwide we all know that the siblings were a victim to the cruelty of their stepmother, the original story tells otherwise. They were rather abandoned in the woods by their poverty driven parents.
Now the questions come: Why did the brothers exchanged the real parents with a stepmother? If it was so unrealistic or unacceptable for the real parents to have abandoned their own children, why would the original story has them in the first place?
The series also gave an idea to that. Basically the myths we know have some really deep morals into it. They usually portray the inner dark nature of humans through the images of monsters. So, it is not unlikely to put the real parents’ images as some cruel versions of humans. Because we humans, are capable of such cruelty. It is embedded inside all of us.
But since the civilizations started, we are trying our best to tame such nature within ourselves. As if the wilderness inside us is considered a taboo in the modern world we live in. So, we made another character to drive away this from ourselves. In this case, it is the stepmother. The stepmother has become a disguise for all the dark parts of a parent. Hence, we see this character in almost every fairy tales in the place of a cruel guardian.
This is your sign to stop hurting yourself. No more self harm, physically, emotionally, no more staying awake until 3am, no more starving yourself or crazy diets, no more going days without a shower, no more talking badly about yourself, no more villainizing yourself, no more punishment and cringing about every word you said, no more overexercising and toxic friends and abusing substances, this is your year of healing, this is your sign for change.
Hello there. I want you to write a shipping story about Wanda and Loki.
Wanda Maximoff and Loki Odinson have so much in common that I think they will make a good couple. Here is a short story about Loki and Wanda falling for each other.
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Though most of the times I am alone, I don’t like being alone sometimes. Loneliness begets thoughts. And thoughts bring memories. Memories that are too ugly to forget. I have made some wrong choices in my past life which makes me question myself everyday, more precisely every time I’m alone with my thoughts.
I was sitting alone on the couch when someone sat beside me. I looked. It was Wanda Maximoff or the Scarlet Witch to most people.
“I was watching you for like last 45 minutes.” she said.
I asked “What has inspired you on the act?”
She chuckled and looked directly into my eyes “You.”
“Why, on the name of nine realms, me?” I suddenly became interested.
“Do you know that we have so much in common?”
I suspected where the conversation was leading to. So I said to escape “Better spend your precious time with others than with me.” I began to stand when she stopped me “You know very little of yourself, Loki.”
I looked her in amazement “I beg your pardon?”
“I know the feelings.” she continued “Trust me, you’re not alone.”
I sat down. I wanted to hear what she had to say.
She put her hands in both of mine and began “You can’t run away from what you did. But you have to learn to live with the guilt, Loki.”
‘Guilt’. Suddenly the word seemed very heavy.
She continued to talk while I conitued to listen. I felt more like home than ever. Why did I felt so? I know it now though I didn’t know it then. She is my home.
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Fandom: BTS Paring: Min Yoongi x Female Reader Genre: Fluff and slight angst Warning: Age gap, sorry but Yoongi spoils our little mc too much, nightmares, implication of abusive parents, running away from home, kissing (on the cheek), sickness, crying etc. Word Count: 2.8K Words Note: Since the reader is only 15 years old, I reduced Yoongi’s age to be 22. Please keep the age gap in mind before diving in to read. I must say there is nothing explicit in here.
Summary: You start to find happiness in the little things of your everyday routine bound life with the not-so-stranger in your shared home...
Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 [Complete]
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"Kitten, I'm home." A familiar voice greeted me from the outside while I was inside hiding beside the closed door.
My three most favorite words coming out of the mouth of my favorite person were enough to make even my worst day better. I tried hard to stop myself from giggling and giving away my position to him.
“Shelby, don’t!” I angrily whispered to our dog to stay quiet at her place. But she kept looking in my direction with her tail wagging behind her. I glared at her to stop. There was no time to bring Shelby beside me. Because I could already hear Yoongi opening the door.
And “Bwagh!!!” I yelled at his face right away.
“Ahh!” Yoongi sighed irritably. His eyes closed with a visible frown on his forehead. “How long will you keep this up?” He asked finally.
“Long enough for you to get used to it.” I replied happily. I wondered how stupid he could be for falling for the same old trick dozens of times. Nevertheless, this simple silly act made both of our days better.
As for most of my days, there was nothing exciting going on. Yoongi left everyday early in the morning even before I was awake. He always prepared both breakfast and lunch so that I really had no work to do. The only thing that kept me busy in this house in the middle of nowhere was our dog, Shelby. I would pet her, feed her, play with her and even talk to her from time to time to pass my lonely hours.
And Yoongi would be busy doing carpentry in the nearest town. He would have his lunch outside and would be home before it's too dark. His coming home was the time I wait for everyday since I started living with him. Because everyday I missed his presence beside me terribly.
As soon as he was home, I was happy again. I would start talking about how boring my day went and how much I missed him and what a new trick I had taught Shelby and what an interesting story I read from one of his old books and what a unique insect I had discovered outside and many more.
Despite being exhausted from his work earlier, Yoongi never complained. He listened attentively while doing his usual household chores with me. He rarely interrupted me while I talked but I knew for sure he was listening.
On a normal night, we would go to bed as soon as we were done with our dinner. But sometimes I would make a request to Yoongi to play the guitar for me. And he would be already on the couch ready to play my favorite tune as soon as I rested my head on his lap. Sometimes I would fall asleep and Yoongi would carry me to the bed without waking me up.
He let me have the bed for myself. It was too small for two people. So Yoongi would sleep on a sleeping bag on the floor beside it. I had asked him to let me sleep there instead since it was practically his house. But he refused and stayed firm in his decision.
Even with all the happiness that I never imagined I could experience, it would be a lie to say that I never feared losing it all. I often did. Actually more often than it could be counted as often. Every time I could hear Yoongi’s soft snoring through the quiet night, I would think about my life before him.
I knew that I was a burden on my step father who, after my mother’s death, had clearly shown me in every single way possible that I was unwanted in his house. But he was also very strict and possessive in nature. What if one day he decided that he would search for me?
I dreaded that my step father would find me somehow and all of this would be over. I would no longer be able to see Yoongi. I would no longer know what happiness truly feels like. I would no longer have a place to call home.
"Don't go anywhere far. I don't have the energy to look for you around the whole town." Yoongi yelled at me as I sprinted out of the grocery store.
"I won't." I replied louder as I went closer to one of my favorite places.
The gift shop.
It was a regular thing at this point. Every weekend, Yoongi would bring me with him to the town to do the week's grocery shopping and after that I was allowed to look through the cheap gift shop nearby. I would find something I liked and Yoongi would buy that for me in the hope of keeping my mood lifted throughout the whole week.
I walked around the small shop and carefully looked for the one thing that could bring me some comfort at times when Yoongi’s not there for me. And the little fox plushie, I assumed, recently came into the shop because I never had seen one here, caught my attention.
“Aren’t you a cutie?" I took the sleeping fox in my arms and cradled it slowly. I realized I had never had a stuffed animal my entire life. Not that I had always wanted one. But the sudden realization made me want to have a stuffed animal for myself.
I sensed Yoongi coming into the shop and I looked back, holding the fox towards him to see.
"So, you've already made up your mind, kitten?" Yoongi took the plushie from me to check it. But there was a frown on his forehead.
"What happened?" I asked.
"Umm... I think we can find something better than this." He returned the baby fox back to its family.
That was a really unexpected reply. Yoongi had never refused to buy me the thing I always chose for myself. I couldn’t even see any defect on it for him to say that. As he walked away from the plushie section, I took the little fox again and the price tag caught my eyes this time.
Hell, no!
"How come something that is too costly ended up at a cheap shop like this one?" I thought to myself. I could tell that my face went red from the embarrassment.
I should have been more understanding. Just because he said he'd buy me anything I liked didn't mean that I could ask for just about anything. That's asking a little too much from him considering how generous he was to me.
So, I picked a colorful key chain and showed it to Yoongi, pretending to be very hyped about it. He simply nodded and got that for me.
On our way home, I couldn't bring myself to talk like I usually did. Yoongi, too, remained too quiet.
The next weekend, Yoongi had to go to work. He said that it was the only time I had to miss going to the town and that he would make sure that it would never happen again. Despite the reassurance, I was kinda mad at him the whole day and decided not to talk to him when he came home.
He came home later than usual, called "Kitten, I'm home" as usual and asked me to put the groceries at the right places.
I, intentionally sulking at his presence, took the bags from him and got to work without any words. Judging by the heavy atmosphere that I had created around the house, he seemed to have understood how I felt. But he stayed quiet nonetheless.
My head was burning at that point. Maybe that was why I made unnecessary noises while doing the simple tasks Yoongi had assigned me to do.
"Oppa!" I couldn't help exclaiming as I noticed the small bag. I had been to the place too many times to know where it came from. And there it was. The little sleeping fox plush, waiting for me to embrace it in my arms.
I waited no longer. I ran towards Yoongi and immediately pulled him in a hug. Unable to say how happy he had made me, I kissed his cheek impulsively instead.
"Aish!" That usual sound of Yoongi whenever he was irritated or at least wanted me to think that he was.
But in a split second, his face beamed and he accidently flashed a gummy smile. Not to be exaggerating but it was a sight worth dying for. Yoongi's face changed, with that his whole demeanor changed as well. He looked like a completely different person when he smiled like that.
So, I had to say it, "Had I known it before, I would have kissed you all day and night, only for you to smile like that."
The only time I remembered going on a vacation was when I was a child and my father was alive at the time. We had gone to stay by the sea for a week. Even though most of the memories were faded, I could still see my father’s happy face in my mind sometimes.
This time it was the desert in contrast to the sea. Yoongi had planned to take a few days off from work and take me on a hike. I had never been so excited to look forward to something. We packed our stuff, got in his jeep and drove off.
The place looked so lively with many plants of vibrant colors. There were small and big mountains. The huge golden field stretched ahead of us. Yoongi parked his car at a side and we got off with our bags. After some hours of walking past the rocky mountains we found a suitable place to camp for the night.
I was excited at the prospect of sleeping in the open sky. Something about seeing the galaxy all night told me that it was a rare experience only a few fortunates could afford. I got another new reason to be grateful to Yoongi for the rest of my life.
“Oppa!” I called to check if he was already asleep since we had a long day.
“Hmm?” he replied.
“What does it feel like to look at the sky and you can see a part of eternity ahead of you?”
“Umm…” He thought for a moment before answering, “I don’t know! What do you feel about it?”
“I feel small. I feel insignificant. I feel…” I stopped and glanced at him, expecting a reaction.
He was still looking at the sky earnestly but hummed quietly at my response. It felt like I didn’t need to explain it further. Yoongi understood.
“Oppa!” I hesitantly called again, “Would you mind if I ask you something?”
“Ask away!” He shot me a pretending-to-be-annoying look and turned back to the sky.
I gulped before asking, “Why do you live alone?”
“For peace.” He sighed.
“I don't think I understand.”
Yoongi stayed quiet for some time and I felt like I shouldn’t have pushed the boundary. So, I turned on the other side and closed my eyes.
As I was dozing off, I could hear Yoongi’s deep soothing voice. He talked as if he was living the memory that he was speaking of. My tired eyes couldn’t cooperate. But my ears were all awoken.
“I was about your age, kitten, when I ran away from my parents seven years ago. Until now I never regretted that decision even though there were times I actually missed them. Because it was the only way i could bear to live with a sane mind. Solitary life offers you a kind of peace you wouldn’t know you needed until you can experience it. But…”
He stopped suddenly. I wanted to ask him to continue. I wanted to know what could be the ‘but’ when he himself said that he didn’t regret it. Apparently I didn’t need to. Because Yoongi spoke the rest of the words in a muffled voice as he fixed his posture to a comforting sleeping position.
“I never realized that it was happiness that I lacked in my life apart from peace. That was until I met you.”
His words kept me up through most of the night.
The next morning, it turned out I had a severe dust allergy. So, I woke up with a swollen face and a tight throat. The horror in Yoongi’s eyes as he realized something was wrong with me was another new thing I discovered his neutral face could do.
My feet were blistered from walking in the heat last day. So, after walking almost half of the way, Yoongi had to give me a piggyback ride until we reached his jeep.
I rested my head on his shoulders as he walked slowly carrying my weight on his back. And I spoke quietly in his ears.
“It was the same for me too, Oppa. I realized I can finally rely on someone without having to feel like a burden.”
I could hear the usual sound of the car being parked outside. I sprinted out of my room in no second to greet Yoongi. But instead I saw the man I was the most scared of before me. It was my step father.
“Long time, no see, huh?” He grinned at me with his disgusting rotten teeth.
“H… how d… did you find me?” I stammered as I took a step back.
“C’mon, now! Is that the way you greet your father?” The man began to walk towards me.
“Stop!” I yelled. “You’re not my father.” I wanted to scream it on his face but couldn’t bring myself to do so.
“Quit the game. It’s time to go home.” He quickly grabbed onto my wrist before I could turn back to run.
“Let go of me.” I screamed. “I’m not going anywhere from here.”
No matter how much I screamed or pleaded, he seemed to take no notice of that. He kept dragging me towards his van. I tried hard to fight him. But he was way too strong.
“Oppa!” I tried calling for Yoongi in vain. I knew he wouldn’t be able to hear me. He was miles away at work. He didn’t even know anything about the existence of my cruel step father.
As soon as he threw me inside his van I tried to get up and escape. But he grabbed onto my hair and pulled me back inside. I screeched my lungs out as a sharp pain ran through my head.
I woke up panting and drenched in sweat. I must have screamed in real life because Yoongi was already beside me, trying to read from my face just how bad of a nightmare I had.
I tried to speak but my breath was hitched, as always, whenever I cried. Yoongi moved a little closer and I threw myself at him, hugging him by his neck and sobbing loudly on his chest.
My grip on him tightened as he tried to move. I couldn’t let him go from my sight. I couldn’t let my nightmare come to reality.
Yoongi hugged me back and stayed that way for quite some time before whispering softly in my ears.
“Kitten!” He said, “I’m not going anywhere. Just give me a minute, okay?”
I sniffed and nodded my head as I released my hold on his neck. Yoongi went to the patio and came back quickly with his guitar. I tilted my head to the side in confusion.
Yoongi started to play a soft tune. It was a new one. I hadn’t heard him playing it before. I grabbed a pillow and leaned on the side of the bed. Then I closed my eyes to absorb the music. I noticed that it made me feel relaxed within a minute and I was able to speak again. He really knew how to calm me down.
Something that I had come to notice was that Yoongi never talked unless he knew for sure I was ready to speak again. So I had to make the first move. And I calculated just what to ask for in my head before I spoke.
“Oppa! I have a favor to ask for.” I stated quietly. I knew Yoongi wouldn’t be able to refuse.
He stopped the music and looked towards me. I said, “Can you please lie beside me until I sleep? Just tonight? I swear I won’t ask again.”
Yoongi closed his eyes and shook his head in frustration, “Aish! This girl and her whining. Yah!” He scolded me, still speaking softly though, “Don’t you think I’m spoiling you a little too much? You’re always asking for favors. How old do you think you are?...”
His rant went on about as much time as it took for him to make the bed. Then he lied in the corner, making an irritated face. I smilingly joined him without a word. Even though he would say that he didn’t like to be touched, he was undoubtedly the best cuddling partner one could ever wish for.
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I watched the (IT) movies before I read the book. I only rated the movies 3 stars out of 5 and I didn’t expect that I would love the book as much as I did. The book is more sentimental.
I usually have hard times explaining something I like. So, I can’t make people (who haven’t already read it) understand that this book is not just merely a horror book. It creates so many emotions while reading. So I took some time to think about why I actually felt so connected to the story and it turns out that I can relate to most of the main characters.
Eddie: Eddie has some mommy issues as we know. Eddie’s mother Sonia; who is also a single mother, is overprotective of her son. She stresses too much about her son getting sick that it ends up Eddie being a hypochondriac for the rest of his life. As much as Eddie wants to run away from the house he can’t quite get over the fact that his mother actually loves him and there is no one in her world without him. He knows she has him under control, but can’t protest in fear of hurting her. I, too, sometimes feel the same way. My mother loves me very much and I know it. But I also know that she is overprotective towards me which actually makes me suffocate sometimes. But yet, it’s hard to deny the fact that it is love which drives her to do so. I, too, feel like I can’t really leave her behind.
Ben: Ben is such a sweetheart. He is also a bit nerdy like me. He is probably the most loneliest among the losers. I had wondered many times whether I will be lonely too in the future. I do have friends. But I just feel like I’m very different than the person they think I am and this friendship we have are just temporary. I think, like Ben, I will also have to live alone.
Richie: The clown of the group is Richie ‘Trashmouth’ Tozier. His friends usually think he lives the happiest life. But a clown just wears a mask. Behind it who knows what lies. The saddest part is when I realized Richie is the only one who can’t show the true self even in front of his friends. This ‘holding on’ of the emotions is more depressing than anything can ever be. My friends think that I’m also living the best of life. I don’t or simply can’t show what is actually going on in my mind. People will usually describe me as the carefree and funny guy.
These are some of the many things I find similar to myself. Maybe I’m too much sentimental for my own good. But one thing is clear, IT depicts the human nature in an amazing way.
Fandom: BTS Pairing: Jungkook x OC (Jessie) Genre: Angst and a little bit of fluff Warning: Possessive behavior, underage drinking, heartbreak etc. Word Count: 1.8k words
‘Almost’, the most depressing word in my dictionary. If you want to know the reason behind it, we’ll have to go back in time.
Our grade 1 teacher had suggested to fix our seats alphabetically. That didn’t sound bad to me. Because Jungkook and I were the only students with the initial J for our names. Or at least that was what I thought.
“Jessie” my teacher called me to seat at the very back of the first row. I smiled at Jungkook and went over to take my seat.
“John” the teacher called next.
“Who the hell is John?” I thought while the new boy in our class came to sit beside me.
“Now Jungkook would sit at the very front of the second row” the teacher announced.
Jungkook went to his assigned seat and looked back for a moment to catch my eyes. It was a signal for me to persuade the teacher to let us sit together.
I knew I had to do it. Because Jungkook would rather die than argue with the teacher on any matter. I, on the other hand, searched for every single chance to contradict my teachers. It was something I found really amusing.
As soon as I put forward my request, our teacher replied with, “Who would complain on such a peaceful organization of the seats other than you?”
The other students started to laugh. As much as I can recall, we had some minutes of argument when finally the teacher said, “Alright! Let’s ask Jungkook on what he has to say about it.”
Then he turned to Jungkook and asked, “Do you want to go over to the back to sit with her? Or are you happy with my decision?”
Jungkook nodded his head and said, “I’m fine, here” like a complete idiot.
I remembered how his reply had hurt my pride and since then I had never sat beside him in any class, not even when we had gone to the high school. We were almost going to sit together for a whole year and more to come. But no!
None of us would introduce the other as the best friend. Nonetheless we had the closest bond than any best friends’ duo of our class. In fact, we were more than friends. We knew it and so did everyone else.
Some people couldn’t understand how we ended up together while others would say, “opposite attracts.”
We were totally opposite in terms of our personalities. I was wild, adventurous and free-spirited while Jungkook was shy, introverted and conserved. But these were merely what appeared on the outside. I believed him to be more like me spiritually. He just had been taming the animal within himself.
Perhaps I was the only one who could see that. Whatever it was, nobody would deny the fact that we were surely an unusual couple.
The next incident also happened at the farewell party of our Elementary School. I was talking with a bunch of boys and joking around.
I knew Jungkook would not join us since he didn't like the crowds. So I didn't bother calling him either.
The party was over and we were walking home together. Suddenly he said, "I didn't like seeing you there." he paused for a moment and added, "With THEM."
I laughed, "What are you talking about?"
"You know exactly what I am talking about"
"Okay, I understand." I said. "You were probably lonely in there. But hey! We are going to the same High School. But some of the boys are leaving the town. I will get to meet you anytime I want. But not them."
"Whatever!" Jungkook sighed in exasperation.
"Why are you making such a huge deal out of it?"
"Because, I don't want to share you with anyone."
"Why?" I asked, rather shocked.
"Because you're my..." Then he abruptly stopped.
I stopped walking. "What?" I urged him to continue.
Jungkook went red on the face but didn't say anything further.
"For God's sake, Jungkook, just say it." I wished to myself.
"Let's hurry!" He said, "We’re already late."
And that was it. Jungkook almost called me his girlfriend. If only he really did, I would have gladly accepted that. Perhaps then, our relationship could have gotten a tag.
We were only 13 back then. I had sneaked a bottle of whiskey from the kitchen cabinet where my father usually kept them. I was always curious about adult drinking that I wanted to try it myself. But doing something this big alone didn’t sound exciting at all.
Of course, I had told Jungkook earlier to sneak out of his house at midnight to meet me at the little junkyard. Reluctantly he had agreed. He actually showed up even though I doubted that he would.
“Guess what I have with me?” I asked him.
“Umm…” he went on to his usual loading mood.
I didn’t have any patience left so I showed him the bottle right away. Jungkook gasped as soon as he saw it. His reaction made me feel more proud of myself for accomplishing the task.
Jungkook tried to persuade me not to drink it. But it was hopeless as I was too determined. As soon as I sipped directly from the bottle I spited it out.
“Yuck!” I shouted, “How can people enjoy drinking this thing?”
Jungkook started to giggle at my reaction. I wasn’t feeling confident anymore. I had to try something else to prove that I was braver than him.
“Stop laughing!” I said boldly, “as if you’ve ever done anything fun in your life before.”
“You didn’t do anything to boast about either.” He said as a matter of fact. "You’re all talk.”
“Who said that? I’ve done quite a lot of things.”
“Like?” he was mocking me at that point.
I quickly tried to make up a lie to get away from the embarrassing situation, “Like I already had my first kiss?”
“What?”
The shock on his face was satisfying. So, I continued, “Yeah, of course, dummy.”
Jungkook frowned and asked, “Who was it?”
“Why would I tell YOU?” I started to tease him now, “I bet you have no idea about these stuffs anyway.”
“I don’t believe you.” He said.
I walked closer to him and said, “Why? Do you want me to prove it?” Jungkook took a step back and I started to laugh.
“I know about these stuffs as much as you do, okay?” he tried to argue.
“Then prove it.” I said in a very serious voice.
Jungkook remained quiet. I slowly walked toward him. He took two steps back causing him to be pinned to the nearby broken car. I rested one of my hand on the car to his left.
Through the moonlight, in the otherwise dark night, I could see Jungkook’s face clearly now. He had shut his eyes closed. I leaned to close the distance between our faces. Our chests were already touching and I could feel his heart beating fast. His trembling lips were parted a little.
I was almost within the reach to feel his breath on my lips, when I realized, he might be frightened. And I moved away. Jungkook opened his eyes and looked at me in confusion.
“I lied,” I said, “I never kissed anyone before.”
I’d had enough. I wanted to get rid of this unestablished relationship I was in with Jungkook. I finally decided I would ask him to be my boyfriend. I had even saved enough money to buy him a nice watch once we were official.
“I have something to tell you.” I said as soon as we met.
“Me too.” Jungkook replied.
“Okay, I'll let you go first.” I was shocked at his calm voice, “Mine can wait.”
Jungkook bent his head down and he said, “I've got accepted.”
“What?”
“You remember about the audition, right?”
“Oh yeah, right!” I said, remembering, “The audition. So, what now?”
“They had called me to sign the contract and go stay in Seoul.”
I didn't know what to say. I never really thought about what was going to happen if he got accepted by the company.
I asked hopefully, “But you'll come back again right?”
Jungkook was too quiet. Something felt wrong. That time, I knew it was the end. He was never coming back to me. A new life awaited him. How could I stop him now?
I smiled, "I knew you would do well."
“But I don't want to go away.”
I could see tears were forming in his eyes. My own tears threatened me to burst out at any time. I still managed to hold it back and said, “What are you talking about? It's a life changing opportunity.”
Jungkook wiped away the tear that just fell from one of his eyes. He slowly nodded his head. He understood.
“Jessie!” he called.
“Hmm?”
“Didn't you want to say something earlier?” he asked.
“Yeah.” I said, “I want to buy you a watch. Consider it as a goodbye gift.”
That’s how our story ended with yet another almost. It could have gone differently. If only I could bring myself to ask him to be mine, could he refuse? Didn't he loved me enough to leave behind everything to be with me? Apparently I never found out.
It had been ten long years. By the time, I had witnessed Jungkook growing up little by little on screen. I had been his number one fan since day one. He along with his group had gone so far now.
I was really grateful to all of his hyungs, who had been there for Jungkook all these years. They had made him who he was today. They had helped him to grow and come out of his shell. I was more than just proud of him.
My life had been different than what I had imagined it would be like. Nonetheless I was doing okay. However, one day, something really unexpected occur.
I saw Jungkook for the first time in ten years. He had come to the store I work in to buy his all-time favorite banana milkshake. He was wearing a cap to hide his face, so that no one could recognize him at a first glance. But how could I not? He was my first, if not last, love.
I was a little shocked when he put the milkshake in front of the counter. Our eyes met for a split second. Jungkook quickly looked away and handed me the cash and said, “Keep the change.” Then, he was gone.
He didn’t recognize me. I doubted he would have. I had shorter hair than him, too many piercings on my ears and nose, tattoos on my arms, neck and even face.
Life almost gave me a chance to be reunited with my Jungkook, only to snatch that hope away in the end.
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I just realized why people hate each other.
Once someone sees the worst side of another and continues to judge them by it, they eventually starts hating the latter.
Suppose the person A knows the worst mistake the person B has made in their life and judge their (B) every action based on the knowledge they (A) acquired, they (A) starts to hate them (B). In turn, the person B also tries to find the worst of the person A and starts to hate them as well.
This is how it goes on and none of them ever tries to find the person behind all that mistakes and weaknesses.
Fandom: BTS Characters: Younger Brothers BTS and Elder Sister Narrator Genre: A Little Dramatic and A Little Comedic Word Count: 900+ Words Warning: Academic stress, despair etc. Note: It’s a siblings AU story of BTS with the narrator as their elder sister. I tried to write something different from what I usually write about. I had fun making this. Hope it makes you feel good too. Happy Reading Everyone :)
Summary: Her little brothers can’t attend to a single task without her help. Be it a dance competition or asking out a girl for a date, they always seem to be finding everything too hard to go through without her by their side. ‘Our lucky charm’; that’s what they like to call her. But what if she turns out to be a misfortune in different situations in one single day?
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11:17 a.m. 1st September, 2015
Almost all the students seem to have gotten out of the exam hall already but there is no sign of Jimin. What can that mean?
"I don't think his exam went well, noona!" Yoongi quietly puts my thoughts into words.
I shake my head, "He must be talking to a friend. Jimin’s exam must go well. He prepared for it for months."
"Accidents happen, you know!" Yoongi shrugs.
Finally I see Jimin, slouching, coming out of that building all alone. My heart feels heavy. Jimin will not recover from this any time soon if something goes wrong.
Yoongi calls out, "Jiminah! Here!"
There is a moment of confusion in his face at first. Then it fades to recognition. He slowly walks towards us and gives a weak smile.
"Was it that bad?" I ask.
Jimin nods. His smile turns upside down. And the next thing we know is his eyes are wet. Jimin is crying.
I am sitting at a cafe table waiting for my two brothers to come from the washroom, wondering what life lesson the older one is teaching the younger one in his hour of despair. It does not take long. Finally, they make their way towards me.
“Everything okay, now?” I ask.
“Tolerable!” Yoongi sighs. There is a hint of annoyance in his voice.
As soon as they sit down, Jimin begins ranting about all the silly mistakes he had made. His brain was a mess during the exam time so he couldn’t concentrate properly and he had marked the number of bills and coins in South Korea to be five and four respectively whereas the answer is quite the opposite.
“C’mon, Jiminah, everyone knows that” Yoongi grunts mockingly and I glare at him to stop teasing.
I turn to Jimin and, noticing the dark circles and the sharp jawline, ask him, “Have you been properly eating and sleeping, Jiminie?”
“What?” His look was wearied. That answers my question.
I say, “Listen! What you really need is a proper meal and some sleep.” I check the watch on my wrist and calculate the amount of time still remaining before I meet up with Namjoon. “Alright! Let’s go to granma’s place and I’ll cook both of you some hearty meals.”
Driving all the way to granma’s place is tiring to some extent. It is all the more exhausting when you have a passenger talking non-stop about how terrible he’s feeling and how his life is all dark ahead of him as if not getting into SNU means that your life’s over. I understand that all the unnecessary amount of caffeine Jimin had consumed within the last few months had done little to no good to him. What surprises me more is the level of patience Yoongi has for Jimin. Because I am slowly losing my mind right now.
At last, here I am, trying to make some quick healthy lunch for me and my two little ones.
“You're home already?” The youngest enters the kitchen.
Alright. Three little ones now.
I hastily add more water and some spicy ingredients to the soup before turning to speak to Jungkook. “Yes! Just to prepare lunch. Go say hi to Yoongi and Jimin.”
“They're here?” He excitedly leaves without waiting for my answer.
The familiar sound of the boys’ laughter fills the living room. It is carried to my ears which in turns brings a smile to my lips. I prepare the dishes, pour the soup, take the kimchi out of the fridge and finally call Yoongi to help me carry them to the table.
I am surprised to not find Jimin in the dining room.
“Hyung fell asleep so I carried him to my room. He looked so tired. Didn't want to wake him up.” Jungkook informs.
“But the food will go cold when he wakes up.” I say.
Yoongi pulls the sleeve of my shirt and motions me to sit down, “it's alright. I'll just warm them up for him.”
I say, “You start eating. I’m gonna go check on him.”
Yoongi shrugs, “he’ll be alright, noona. We all do.”
I nod a little but my heart does not agree. Jimin is a perfectionist. I know how much it hurts him when he fails to meet his ambitions. And it pains me to even think how this is going to affect him. He is going to be so hard on himself from now on.
I step inside Jungkook’s almost-bare-except-for-a-bed bedroom and find Jimin snoring softly. He looks peaceful in his sleep. Almost angelic other than the fact that he has lost so much weight over the past few months so he looks kinda ill. His eyes have sunken into perfect brown circles and his jawlines look as if it can cut.
I slowly run my hand over his hair as my eyes start to prick. I wish he would stop worrying about being perfect. I wish he knew he was more than his mistakes. I wish he knew how much he is loved.
I quietly go back to eat. Luckily Yoongi and Jungkook are already immersed in a conversation about some comic books that I barely know about. After a few minutes of munching on my food in silence, my phone rings from the kitchen so I have to excuse myself. It is Namjoon.
“Noona! It's already 1:50. Are you sure you can make it in time?” I hear Namjoon's worried voice from the other side of the speaker.
“I'm leaving home right away. You wait for me a little longer. Can you do that?”
There is a moment of silence. Then Namjoon speaks, “of course, I'll wait. I ain't doing this without my lucky charm.”
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Genre: Crime/Thriller
Rating: 4/5
Summary: Willard Russell, a war veteran, tries to find peace by settling down with his family. But soon his wife, Charlotte is diagnosed with cancer and Willard does anything he knows possible to keep her alive, leaving his son, Arvin, traumatized for life. A preacher and his crippled cousin tries to run from the law when an experiment goes terribly wrong. A psychologically disturbed couple search for models to capture perfect photos. This is a story of a place full of ignorance, maniacs, blind faith and evil.
My Opinion: I knew I would love this book as soon as I started reading it. I knew this book will leave me scarred mentally. Yet I couldn’t resist the temptation of reading it. The events on this book are terrible. I cannot stop thinking about it. The dark sides of human natures are represented in a breathtaking way. The haunted images followed me all the time. This book is definitely not for any faint hearted person. The characters are very complicated. Some of them are in such a misery, I feel very bad for them. Morally complicated characters always fascinate me. They seem like real human beings. This book contains such characters. I think too much about them and to me they have become real. I usually don’t support violence. I personally think evils can only be defeated by all the positivity like honesty and love. But some cases in the book contradicts my values. It makes me feel like there are some things which are too evil to forgive or let go.
Favourite Character: Though I like almost all the characterizations in the book, I like Arvin more than any other. He has a very tough life and he is brave. I support almost every action of him. He is the perfect example of a brother. Though he is a violent man, he is a caring one too.
Quote: “Too much religion could be as bad as too little, maybe even worse.”