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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"Can I have a dance?"
A man with a pitch black mask covering the upper half of his face asked me. His face was very pale and his lips were thin.
Looking in his twinkling dark eyes, I felt like I've seen them before.
"But I can't dance." I said.
I wouldn’t have come to the ball if it weren’t themed as a Victorian London one. There is something I find really interesting about the Victorian era.
"Oh Darling!" the man said with a charming smile, "Let me take the lead."
This time I knew for sure I’ve heard that same voice saying the exact same word, “Darling!”
Unconsciously I gave my hands to his. We moved to the dance floor. He put his hand behind my back and pulled me closer.
I was oblivious to my surrounding. The only thing I was looking at was his pitch black eyes. The lights reflected in them as we move along the music. Hours after hours past. But we did not stop. I could not remember when was the last time I felt that much happy. We laughed, we danced and kept staring at each other’s eyes.
A sudden flashback cross my mind. I was dancing with my beloved surrounded by the dark woods. Our laughs were the only sound we could hear.
I pulled away and gasped, “You’re him.”
He came closer to me and whispered, “And you’re her, my mellilla.”
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🥹🤧. I'm at peace now.
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.
My Masterlist
Note: It’s been a long time and here I am, still stuck in ‘The Astronaut’. Gonna share some personal opinion on this and I swear, I’ll shut up.
“A life, a sparkle in your eyes, Heaven coming through, And I love you.”
Where do I even start? I feel like no matter how much I rant, my love for this song can never be expressed in words. The lyrics, the music and the mv, all of these have their own charms. I just absolutely love it.
Let’s start with its lyrics. I love the references of the cosmos used in this song. If Jin was an asteroid drifting all alone, Army was his heaven, a safe place. When Jin is in darkness, Army shines upon him like the Milky way. “You became my universe” is enough to prove how Jin dedicates his life for us and how we have become everything for him. We all know from the previous solo works of Jin that he is someone who constantly doubts himself and it is the love of the Army that brings him back from despair.
Isn’t it amazing how Jin, and all the BTS members in general, show how grateful they are to us? I am also grateful to them for making us feel loved. This song directly touches the heart. It is, in fact, the best kind of love letter one can ever wish for. It is a song that feels too personal. I feel like it was meant for me, as an individual. That’s one of the best achievements of this masterpiece.
The music video is so cute. Jin, representing an alien crashing on earth, who apparently doesn’t have any emotions. The little girl of his neighborhood plays with him often and he unconsciously grows empathy within himself. On the day his spaceship is finally leaving to go back to space, Jin realizes that it is the earth that is his true home and comes back.
Here are a lot of indications. For a start, the little girl represents Armys. If Jin was someone without dreams, the Armys made him want to dream. Just like the little girl helped him with the development of emotions. Again, though unconsciously, when the alien Jin decided to leave for good, he left his helmet with the girl so that she doesn’t hurt herself riding the bike alone without him around. As our Jin was leaving to join the military, he had left his precious song and along with it, a lot of content for the Armys to enjoy in his absence. Even the morse code for ARMY was literally tattooed on his neck in the mv. Just like the alien Jin realizing that the girl was his true home and coming back to her at the end, our Jin also promises us his coming back after serving his time in the military. Hence, I love the music video so much and I keep coming back to it time after time.
I will forever be grateful to Coldplay for accepting Jin’s request and making this song a reality. They are the sweetest souls ever. It shows how a real artist can recognize and appreciate another great artist. I love the bond between Jin and them, especially with Chris. It makes me immensely proud how far Jin has come. While he considered Coldplay as his idol in his youth, he is now collaborating with them side by side. Both of their styles of music are evident in this track. As if two beautiful melodies came together to become a better version of themselves.
I can’t talk about the Astronaut without bringing up the concert in Argentina. Here’s another reason for me to be grateful to Coldplay. They really understood the significance of this song for the Armys as a goodbye gift from Jin and that’s why they decided to have him at their personal concert. I could see the admiration in their eyes when Jin was performing. I also enjoyed the part where Chris opened his arms for Jin to run and embrace him while he sweetly kissed him on the cheek. This interaction was everything. When, both Chris and Jin were singing together to my favorite part and they couldn’t help but laugh in between, we could see Jin’s sparkling eyes so clearly. It shows how overwhelmed he was with emotion. I won’t lie about crying to that part myself.
Finally, the “I love you” part deserves its own paragraph. Would you think that it wasn’t intentional of Jin to finish his last live performance for the Armys by saying that he loves us? I think not. Jin is a genius and an absolute sweetheart for that. The reactions of the Armys at the concert was genuine. They looked so happy and sad at the same time. And I love you too, my Jinnie.
I am fully absorbed in this piece of art. It has become a part of me and I am totally obsessed with it now. I thank you, Jin, for making me feel this way. This work of yours is going to live in my heart rent free for the rest of my life.
Hi there, plz make a story of Spiderman, Gwen and Eddie love triangle.
Peter Parker Vs. Eddie Brock has always been my interest. I tried to make a story about Peter x Gwen x Eddie. Hope you’ll enjoy.
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It’s a prom night. Gwen is still upset about the fact that Peter hasn’t asked her to be his partner. Not that she really likes going for prom and dancing and all. But she knew Peter was very excited about it and she thought maybe he had a crush on her. Anyway, Eddie had offered to be her escort tonight.
Eddie has driven her to the school auditorium. He was really trying to be very charming and attractive, though Gwen doesn’t care anything about it. Gwen likes him for whoever he is.
Eddie notices that Gwen is upset about something and he is trying his best to lift her spirit but in vain. Finally, he asks “What’s troubling you?” “Nothing, really.” says Gwen quickly with a weak smile. “C’mon, let’s dance.” Eddie takes her hand in his and walk to the dance floor.
Just after a couple of minutes, Peter shows in, looking really exhausted. Clearly, he had a lot of pressure this weak. His mouth is opened wide seeing Eddie and Gwen together.
A natural smile blooms in Gwen’s face. Eddie frowns as Peter comes straight to them. “An apology.” says Peter looking at Gwen, ignoring Eddie. “Why is that?” asks Eddie. “She will know.” says Peter.
Peter leaves them alone. “What just happened?” asks Eddie “Who gave him the right to walk in between us and spoil the dance?”
Gwen keeps silent as a realization hits her. Why didn’t she notice that? Of course. Peter is Spiderman and he has a lot to do. He wanted to ask her to the prom but didn’t because he didn’t want her to be left alone if he had to go save the world.
“What now?” asks Eddie seeing Gwen so quiet. “I’m sorry, Eddie. I never meant to hurt you. But I’m not supposed to be with you.” says Gwen in a low tone “ I don’t feel the same for you the way you feel for me.”
“Of course you don’t. My bad.” says Eddie in a cool way “Guess I’ll just leave you from here.”
Gwen gives him a big hug before running towards the exit to Peter. Eddie keeps looking at her as a strong feeling of jealousy rises in him.
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I know I’m not a very good story writer. But I’ve tried my best. Enjoy.
I can’t describe how much I’m touched by J-hope’s performance at the Lollapalooza. I don’t know why, but I have been too emotional lately. I never wanted to see anyone perform live, SO BAD, in my entire life. I had, long ago, accepted the fact that there is no chance of a concert in my country of the people I truly love and admire. But seeing J-Hope performing his best songs, in front of so many Armys, made me really sad. Even though I may never have a chance to see him perform live, I still wish him luck. J-Hope really deserves all the praises and love he is getting and MORE. Hobi, Borahae...
One of the best Tv series of BBC I’ve watched so far, Vienna Blood is a psycological thriller. I rate this series 5 stars. It is amazing in a number of ways. People who like periodic mystery will definately enjoy it.
Based on the novels by Frank Tallis, the story follows as Dr. Max Liebermann wants to join the investigation of a muder case to study the criminal mind. Thus detective Oskar Rheinhardt and the doctor sat on missions to solve murder mysteries across Vienna in the 1900s. It is consists of only 3 episodes, each with a duration of approximately 1 hour 30 minutes.
The series is very entertaining and fascinating. I got lost in the plot and missed it so much when I have finished watching it. The plot is very twisting, very much like an Agatha Christie novel with interesting psycological facts mixed with it. Talks about different relations regarding parental, siblings, friendship and that of romantic interests.
The actors did an amazing job, the cast looked very natural. The environment was neatly arranged. Overall, the set was so fine that it felt like that I was living that time.
Squid Game (2021)
- A thrilling story of hundreds of debtors forced to play a killing game - Realistic conditions of lives - Questions the entire morality of human race - Horrific, gruesome and violent - Very thought-provoking
Guardian: The Lonely and Great God (2016)
- An immortal goblin looking for his bride to end his cursed life - The concept of soulmates and re-birth - Great original sound tracks - (I ship the second lead couple more) - Highly dramatic, but the story kinda repeats
Maid (2021)
- A mother works hard for a better life for herself and her daughter - Breaking from an abusive relationship - Most realistic characters and plot - Heartwarming and heartbreaking
Bad and Crazy (2021)
- A corrupt cop builds a split personality with a sense of justice - Deals with corruption, drug abuse and mental health issues - The definition of bromance - Action packed and thrilling
Prison Playbook (2017)
- Captivating satirical stories of inmates behind bar - One of the best characterizations ever - Deals with various relationships like romance, sibling, friendship - Laugh out loud and ugly crying at once - An optimistic view on life
The Queen’s Gambit (2020)
- A chess prodigy goes through the struggle of addiction - A dark academic aesthetic vibe throughout the series - Love the character development - Will make you want to play chess
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Fandom: BTS
Pairing: Jungkook x Female Reader
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I woke up in the middle of the night by the sound coming from my living room. The culprit was no other than Jungkook, who had been singing karaoke with much pleasure as I could sense from his voice. I checked my phone and found that it was 3 o'clock.
I have a habit of not being able to go back to sleep once I'm awake in the middle of the night. And I'm pretty sure Jungkook was aware of it. Thinking of giving him a good scolding, I walked to the living room only to find the mess he had created.
At least four cans of beer lay all around the floor. He was drinking from his glass very excitedly, his hair completely disheveled. Hearing me enter the room, he looked up and flashed a bunny smile.
Of course, I couldn't bring myself to say anything mean.
"Come here!" he mumbled like a baby.
I dragged myself forward and sat down beside him. Immediately, he hugged me by my neck and placed a soft kiss on my cheek. I could smell beer from his breath.
"What are you doing this late?" I asked.
Jungkook blinked at me innocently, "Did I wake you up, sweetheart?" I pouted and nodded my head sorrowfully to let him know what he did. To which, Jungkook gasped dramatically and clapped his hands to his mouth.
He spoke with remorse, "I'm so sorry, baby. I swear I didn't mean to. I only wanted to have some drinks. And suddenly I felt like singing. I forgot that you were already asleep. What time is it?"
"It's 3 in the morning!" I informed.
"Okay, baby! I'll stop now." He tried to get up but I pulled him back into the couch.
"No. Stay. And sing!" I requested, "for me."
He smiled mischievously and said, "I wuv U." He then turned on the music to sing, while I rested my head on his shoulder and ran my hand through his sexy messy hair.
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Note: I had to write something down since I watched his late night live. Jungkook has no idea what he does to me...
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Fandom: BTS Paring: Min Yoongi x Female Reader Genre: Fluff and slight angst Warning: Age gap, running away from home, starving, lots of crying (I’m sorry but the mc cries a lot), panic attack, implication of abuse etc. Word Count: 2.7K 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 decide to follow a kind hearted stranger to his house in the middle of nowhere after you ran away from your abusive household...
Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 [Complete]
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I couldn't even keep track of the time. Who knew how long I had been sitting here all alone. The passers by kept throwing glances at me every now and then. But nobody really cared to ask me if I was okay or what I was up to even if my get up suggested that I wasn't a local in this place.
I had been observing my surroundings carefully. It seemed like I had taken my refuge in a complete foreign land. It was a rocky desert. It shouldn't be called a desert I suppose. Because there were enough plants to make it look livelier, at least to me. I was under a tree myself and secretly grateful for it because it was sheltering me from the heat of the sun. Even though it was winter, the heat had been bothering me since I had walked a long way to reach where I was now. Losing my energy completely, I collapsed beside this old friendly tree.
There was a grocery store beside me. People were going inside occasionally and coming out of it with huge bags. There might be a month's worth of groceries in them. Some of them would walk past me while biting into their snacks. It wasn't making me feel any better since I was starving for a whole day.
Even with the hunger, I was still dozing off because my body couldn't afford to keep me going any longer. That was when he came to me.
I heard someone clearing their throat. But I didn't bother to look up. Not gaining my attention, the person next to me let out a cough next. I looked up this time.
I saw before me a young man, probably in his twenties, carrying a grocery bag on one hand and a whiskey bottle on the other. He was wearing bright but dark blue clothes with a vest on. I noticed that his boots below the baggy black pants were a different shade of blue. All in all, I didn't like his outfit at all.
But there was something I couldn't say I didn't like. It was his hair. Bright fiery red hair. But as I checked out his facial features, I wasn't very glad that he had approached me. He looked really intimidating. Even the beautiful hair was making it worse.
I fixed my sitting posture as I felt a little uncomfortable around the stranger. To my relief, he looked away from me immediately but asked nonetheless, "where are you from? I haven't seen you around."
I didn't reply. So, he asked again, "do you have a home?" He then glanced at me once more.
Again, I remained quiet. He nodded his head as if he got the answers. "I'll just assume you ran away from your place. Seeing you in a state like this, it's most likely." He got it right. But I still didn't want to talk to him.
He leaned a little forward to me and asked in the most gentle voice, "Do you want to eat something? Are you hungry?"
The mention of hunger suddenly made my stomach growl. I nodded slowly. He tried to take out something that he had bought from the store earlier and a tangerine fell from the bag as he was doing so. When I moved to pick it up he went for it first and said, "uh-huh, that's for me." I immediately backed away.
Then, he handed me a sandwich. I grabbed it quickly and started to gobble it up. At that moment, the cold sandwich tasted like the best thing in this world. I couldn't help but let out a sound of satisfaction after the first bite.
He sat a little further from me and started to peel his fruit. I was done eating in a matter of a minute. He offered me a bottle of water. I took it gently this time and bowed my head to show him my gratitude.
He asked while feeding himself a piece of the tangerine, "How long have you been out and not eating?"
I noticed that though he talked with a heavy accent, his voice has a natural calmness. His ordinary questions sounded like music to my barren ears. Instead of answering, I kept staring at him in awe.
He looked back at me and tilted his head a little before saying, "So, you want this too?" He extended his hand towards me to offer two pieces of his little round ball of a fruit and I gladly accepted them, this time, with a little smile.
“I’ll get going now! I hope you figure out what you’re going to do next. Sitting here all by yourself won’t help you.” He said as he stood up and rubbed the dust away from his clothes.
I looked at him earnestly. I didn’t want him to leave. I wished he stayed a little longer so that I could get comfortable enough to talk to him. He looked down at me and said, “Don’t worry! I won’t advise you to go back home.” Then he muttered to himself, “I doubt if it was even a home.”
He looked back at me and said, “I hope you know the stranger danger rule already. That’s a good tactic that you didn’t talk to me just now. But I hope you won’t accept food from any strange man in the future. And don’t stay at a place long enough for people to notice that you need help. Get moving.”
Then he bowed his head a little before walking towards his jeep. He was going away. Suddenly, all the uncertainty regarding my future hit me hard and I started to panic. What should I do now? I had to stop him.
I jumped on to my feet and pulled my backpack on my shoulders before running towards him. He was about to open the door to his car when he realized I was behind him. He looked back with a confused face, “What happened?”
I cleared my throat to say, “I wish to go with you.”
His small eyes grew larger at my response. “Wha…what do you mean?”
“I meant what I said. I want to go with you. Where are you heading to?”
I knew I wasn’t the best judge of character. But I decided to listen to my intuition. Something told me that he was a guy (perhaps the only one) I could trust.
He shook his head and said, “Didn’t you hear a word I said? Don’t talk with strangers let alone get in their car. Are you stupid or what?”
His words sounded harsh enough to make my eyes prickle. I shifted on my legs and said quietly, “But I’m really scared. I don’t know what I was thinking when I ran away. I have no experience of the real world out here. I’m afraid something might go wrong. Please, don’t leave me alone here.”
“I know the world’s terrifying.” He said with a gentler tone than before, “I’m pretty sure you’re aware of it too. But I could be just as terrifying. How are you so sure to trust me, huh? Do you even know my name?”
I shook my head and asked, “What’s your name?”
He let out a frustrated grunt and said, “Just go away, please.”
I tried to smile, “It’s okay! I can just call you ‘oppa’!”
He looked at me as if I just swore at him. He shook his head again, opened the car door and got in. He signaled me to move away from his path so that he could drive. That was when I couldn’t control my tears anymore. I stood there, looking at him while tears poured down my face like a waterfall.
His brows knitted together to form a frown. He closed his eyes, shook his head and sighed heavily. Then, he looked at me and said in a way that suggested he was really pissed, “Alright, c’mon! Hop in.”
I smiled and wiped away my tears as I ran to sit beside him. I pulled him into a hug and said, “Oppa! Thank you so much.”
“Aish!” He spoke while pushing me away, “Stop making a fuss.” Then he went on muttering to himself, “I don’t even know why I’m doing this. I doubt you're ever going to listen to me.”
And he was right to have doubted that.
"Don't ever call me Oppa. My name's Min Yoongi and you'll call me by that name only. Understood?"
"But I like Oppa more."
"And don't do that again. Don't hug me. I'm intolerant to touch."
"But I can't help it when I get excited."
“Don’t talk back like that either.”
“But I…”
I stopped myself quickly and nodded my head enthusiastically. I needed to show him that I could be a good girl if I wanted to. Yoongi didn’t talk further and kept his eyes fixed on the road.
I noticed that we were driving away from the small town of the desert to… well, it could be said that his house was in the middle of nowhere. It was a cube shaped small one room house with a large patio in the front. Everything around it clearly suggested that Yoongi lived here all alone. But nonetheless the place was neat and clean for a bachelor living here. The best thing about the house was that it looked like a place that could be called home.
My chest swelled up with overwhelming emotions. I was already in love with it all. I could never imagine living in a place like this. Not even in my wildest dream. But then, a sudden thought crushed my dream into pieces. Yoongi never said I could stay at his place.
When the car was parked, Yoongi got down quietly. I followed him to his house. He nodded at the big couch on the patio for me to be seated and I sat down obediently. I had to make sure he found my behavior tolerable enough to let me stay.
He went inside the room and there was the barking of a dog. I could guess that he was walking around placing his groceries at convenient places. After a long time, when the sun was almost setting down, he came out with food ingredients. The dog also followed him out.
“It won’t take long. I hope you’re not too hungry.” He said while lighting up the stove. I shook my head. He nodded and continued to cook.
The dog came towards the couch to inspect me. I smiled and patted its head carefully. The dog didn't retreat. Instead, it climbed onto the couch beside me. It made me laugh with its adorable behavior.
Yoongi finally arranged the hot food on the table. I tried to help him but it didn’t seem like he needed any. When everything was done, we sat down opposite each other. The smell was delicious. But I still couldn’t bring myself to eat. I needed to let out the uneasy feeling I was having.
Yoongi definitely noticed that I was struggling to say something. He didn’t start eating but didn’t urge me to talk either. Instead, he waited patiently for me to open up first.
“Oppa!” I stuttered as I said, “I was won… wondering if you’re going to… I mean let me…” I shook my head before stating directly, “Please, let me stay with you.”
“I think we can decide upon the matter after dinner.” he replied politely.
I shook my head again, “Just give me one chance. Just the one. I promise, you won’t regret it. I will be a great help to you. I’ll do all of your house chores. I can wash the dishes and your clothes. I will wipe the floor clean. I can learn to cook if you want me too. Please, keep me as a maid. Don’t send me away.”
Yoongi handed me a pair of chopsticks and said, “Eat before it gets cold.”
With a lingering fear in my heart I had to withdraw.
I got up immediately after Yoongi finished his food. I decided I would give him a demonstration of my will and the hard work. I started to take everything inside the house to the sink. Yoongi silently joined in to help.
“I’ll do the dishes tonight.” I announced and proceeded to get the job done as quickly as I could.
Yoongi didn’t complain either. He sat down on his bed and moved his attention to a comic book. I started with the small things like spoons, chopsticks etc and gradually took the bowls and the plates.
“I have years of experience in household work, you know.” I boast about myself. But Yoongi didn’t budge. So I said louder, “I’m sure you’ll find me a useful maid.”
Yoongi turned to the next page to read. I tried to joke, “Who knows, maybe you’ll have to start paying me for the…” I couldn’t finish my sentence.
The plate slipped through my fingers and shattered on the floor making a piercing sound. I froze in my place. Yoongi looked up from his book. The barking of the dog was deafening my ears.
“Oh no!” I thought to myself, “I had done it again.”
I saw Yoongi placing the book on the bed and slowly walking towards me. I tried to defend myself, “I’m so sorry. Please… Listen to me. I… I didn’t mean to. It won’t happen again.”
Yoongi walked past me. I saw his hand reaching the sink to grab something. I shrieked and fell on my knees. I shielded my head with my hands as I begged him to not hurt me.
“Please… I’m sorry. I… please.”
Tears streamed down my face as I paced to and fro. My head was still bowing towards the floor. I could feel my whole body shaking. I felt like I was going to throw up.
Suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder and I jerked away from him as I yelled, “No! Don’t!”
“Hey!” I heard him say, “Calm down.”
I looked up at him slowly. He was kneeling down beside me. His expression confused me for a while. He didn’t look angry. What was it again? Yeah! Worry. I saw worry in his eyes.
I slowly raised my head to face him when the dog stopped barking. He spoke carefully, “It’s just a plate. You don’t have to worry about that. I’ll take care of it, okay?” He was moving a little closer to me with each sentence.
Finally, he reached to rest his hands on both of my shoulders. My tensed muscle relaxed at his touch. I leaned forward and he caught me before my head could touch the ground.
I sobbed on his shoulder while he gently patted my back, whispering reassurance that it was really no big deal. I tried to bring myself to say something. But my breath was hitched. It made me cry even more.
“Don’t say anything. I understand.” He whispered softly.
I wiped my tears away to look into his eyes clearly. I didn't know how I had believed that these eyes could hold rage. There was nothing but comfort in his deep black twinkling eyes. I knew immediately that I had made the right choice to have put my trust on the bearer of these eyes.
Minutes later. I sat quite motionless at one corner of the room watching him do all the work. Yoongi carefully picked out the pieces of the plate, broomed the place, did the remaining dishes and made the bed.
At last, he walked to me and kneeled down to say, “You need to sleep. You must be exhausted. Come.” He extended his hand towards me. Hesitantly, I took it and he led me to the only bed in the room.
Carefully tucking me in the soft blanket, he asked, “Do you want me to turn the lights off?” I nodded my head. He turned it off and walked to the door.
He stopped and turned to me. He looked as if he was deciding how to put his thoughts to words. Then, he carefully spoke, "Next time, anything goes wrong again, you don't have to freak out. Instead, you can help me make it right. Okay?"
My eyes started to get blurry. I barely managed to let out the words, "Next time?"
Yoongi replied with a ‘hmm’ almost inaudible to my ears.
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