Red Color Was Created To Be Worn My Him

“You change universities after moving towns. Your new university is an old, ancient building with secret tunnels and whispered ghost stories. There are two fraternities, which for some reason always seem to be in a quarrel. Alpha consisting of Kim Taehyung, Kim Namjoon, Park Jimin and Min Yoongi. Handsome, porcelain skinned men, who act as if they are out of another century and for some reason everyone on campus seems to be scared of. And Sanguis consisting of Jeon Jungkook, Kim Seokjin and Jung Hoseok. Men with skin just as pale and their faces just as beautiful, who always wear sunglasses when it is light outside and who never seem to open their curtains. And for some peculiar reason you always find yourself in the middle of them….”

Pairing: OT7 x f.Reader with main Taehyung x f.Reader

Genre: Mystery, Fantasy, Romance, Smut, University!AU, Vampire!AU

Warnings: This story contains very sexually explicit scenes, cursing, blood & blood drinking, morally grey characters, violence and death. If you are sensitive to such topics I advice you read with care.

Wordcount: in-progress

~ New chapters will be posted every Wednesday & Saturday at 5pm CET! ~

#01 - Initium

#02 - Rendezvous

#03 - Brunch

#04 - Schauspiel

#05 - Turbatio

#06 - Swing 

#07 - Sidus

#08 - Prandiculum

#09 - Parasomnia

#10 - Rain

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HOME ; kth

pairing: kim taehyung x reader

genre: ANGST!!!, exes2lovers

word count: approx. 2.5k

summary: you run into your ex-boyfriend at a bar. the only problem is that you are still very much in love with him. — anon‘s request is here.

warnings: so. much. angst., crying, alcohol, did i mention angst, kissing, swearing

songs i listened to whilst writing: hold me down — daniel caesar

a/n: my requests were close but anon requested heavy angst and i took that and ran with it. i LOVE writing angst because i enjoy inflicting pain! (just kidding) i hope you like it anon, and i’m sorry it took a while!!

Blind dates sucked ass.

That was the one thing you were sure of, as you sat at the bar, swirling a glass of water — you’d been tempted to order something stronger, because God, you were tired. It was Friday, and you’d had a long week at work. You hadn’t wanted to come on this stupid blind date anyway, but your best friend had insisted. You’d tried telling her that you still hadn’t really moved on from Him, but she wasn’t having it. So here you were, perched at a bar, completely sober and completely alone — the guy had stood you up.

It was humiliating, being the only person in the bar alone. Everybody else was with a group of friends, or with a partner; and judging by the pitying glances some people had thrown you, it was embarrassingly obvious that you’d been ditched.

You huffed our a breath and glanced at your watch. It had been fifty three minutes — it was time you accepted the dude wasn’t showing up. You downed the glass of water, and made to grab your purse — but before you could slide off the stool, a painfully familiar voice sounded behind you.

“YN?”

You froze, your back to the speaker, and a thousand thoughts raced through your mind, tumbling and tripping all over each other. And then you turned around and suddenly your chest was tight and your throat was closing and your eyes were stinging because it was Him, it was Kim Taehyung standing right in front of you.

The first thing you realised was that he looked good. No, good wasn’t the right word — he looked better than good. Even when the two of you had dated — because that’s what you were, you were exes — he had always been beautiful.

“Tae?” you croaked in surprise.

His already round eyes widened even further when you called him that, and you cursed yourself silently. You couldn’t call him that, not anymore.

“YN,” he repeated in a soft breath, lowering the mask on his face, and there was something you couldn’t read behind the surprise in his eyes.

He used to call you angel, not YN. He used to say it was because you were his guardian angel.

You let out a breathy laugh. “Wow — I — hi! What — what are you doing here?”

Taehyung smiled slightly and took a seat next to you at the bar. His jeans brushed your bare knee as he did so and you swallowed thickly. He gestured to the two people standing next to him, and with a jolt you realised it was Hobi and Jimin underneath those face masks. “You remember Hobi and Jimin, right?” Taehyung asked cautiously.

You nodded, reaching up to hug the two men tightly. “Yeah, of course I do!” Taehyung’s friends weren’t easy to forget. All six of them were so welcoming and bright and happy, that soon into your relationship, you’d felt they were your best friends too. You missed them.

Hobi and Jimin hugged you back tightly, full of how have you been and how is Jia, and how is your job and did you know how much we missed you.

Then Jimin exhaled and clapped his hands. “Hyung, let’s dance,” he declared, grabbing Hoseok and dragging him to the dance floor as you giggled.

Taehyung remained in his seat,and he quirked a brow at you, a habit you knew so well it hurt. “So, what are you doing here? On your own?”

You laughed slightly bitterly. “You remember my best friend Jia?” He nodded. “She set me up on some blind date today. The guy didn’t show up.”

Taehyung’s face dropped. “Bastard,” he cursed emphatically. “I’m sorry, angel.”

Both of you froze at the nickname, which had slipped so automatically off his tongue. You exhaled shakily and then shrugged. “Don’t be. I didn’t really want to be here anyway.”

You blinked and then decided to give Taehyung the easy way out of this conversation — you would leave and he could enjoy the rest of his night. “I was actually just about to leave.”

You made to get up, but a warm hand grabbing your own stopped you. “Wait!” Taehyung blurted. “At least let me buy you a drink,” he added slower. “I want — wanted to catch up. Only — only if you want to, of course!” he added hastily, and you could tell how flustered he was getting, with reddened cheeks and stumbling words.

You smiled softly. “I’d love to,” you said, and sat back down. Then you darted a glance to the dance floor — “They won’t mind?”

He shrugged. “Nah. I wouldn’t be able to keep up with their dancing anyway.”

“I don’t know,” you teased lightly. “From what I remember, you’re just as good as them.”

He shook his head vehemently, a laugh bubbling out of his chest. Something in your chest tightens at the sound, because God, you forgot how well you knew him. You knew every nervous habit, what every flick of the eyes meant — you knew he hated half the alcoholic drinks in existence, loved Bing Crosby — you knew how he’d dance to jazz music while he made you pancakes in the morning. You knew how he’d grab you by the arm and force you to dance with him. How he’d feed you a bite of anything he ordered, even if you ordered the same thing — how he’d insist of having a bite of your own and claim that yours tasted better.

There was a lump in your throat, and suddenly you couldn’t meet his eyes. Your eyes flicked to the bartender, who Taehyung had just flagged down.

“Soju for me, and…“ he glanced to you with an easy smile that sent your heart fluttering. “You still drink margaritas, right?”

You nodded, and as the bartender left, you couldn’t help a strained smile. “Can’t believe you still remember my order.”

Something in his face softened. “Of course I remember,” he murmured. And suddenly the air was thick with tension, thick with all the things the two of you never said, and all the things you did say.

The breakup last year was one of the hardest things that ever happened to you. You had never stopped loving Taehyung — how could you? He was so easy to love, so hard to hate. You couldn’t hate him — he could hate you, though. The way you left him; you were letting him go, because how could you make him stay with you? When he was one of the most famous men alive?

Simply put, he was too good for you, and while you knew that, he didn’t. He’d begged you to stay, and you hadn’t. It was really your decision to leave, and yet here you were with tears stinging the back of your eyes and your nails digging into the palm of your skin.

“Don’t do that,” he said suddenly, and he took your hands gently in his, carefully unfurling them so your nails were no longer digging onto your skin. “You’ll hurt yourself,” he murmured, but you could still hear him over the thumping bass in the bar.

You swallowed as you watched him bent over your hands. Your throat was closing up, painfully tight and no matter how much you swallowed, it stayed that way. “Taehyung,” you choked out, and he finally looked up from your hands, and his expression immediately morphed into one of concern.

“Let’s get out of here,” he said decisively, and throwing a bill down on the bar and shouting to the bartender to forget the drinks, he took your hand and led you outside the bar. Luckily, people were too wrapped up in each other to notice BTS’ V holding a random person’s hand.

He didn’t let go of your hand once the two of you were outside, either. Instead, he kept it in his as he pulled you down the street, and the scene was so familiar but so painful that you could have sobbed. The two of you had gone for late night walks often, and it had always been just like this — him leading the way, your hand tiny inside his. And then he’d tell you you looked cold and give you his stupid scarf, the scarf you still had at the back of your wardrobe because he had refused to take it back, telling you that you would be cold without it. What he didn’t know was that you felt cold without him.

Taehyung led you to a park bench — not just any park bench, your park bench, the same park bench the two of you always sat at, whether it was one of your midnight adventures or an afternoon walk or an early morning coffee shop visit. The two of you sat in silence, but he never released your hand. He clung to it tightly — you remembered that about him. He always clung to your hand like a lifeline, like it was the only thing keeping him grounded.

Before, you would have leant your head on his shoulder. Maybe asked him to sing for you. Ask him to cuddle you. No matter what you asked, he always did it without complaint — until you asked him to let you go.

Taehyung was the one to break the silence first. “You left without saying goodbye,” he whispered, and there was something so excruciatingly pained in the way his voice cracked that finally forced the tears out of your eyes until they were slipping down your cheeks.

“I’m sorry,” you choked out. “Tae, I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry, I really — I don’t — ”

He cut you off with a gentle, “Shh.” And then he was pulling you into his arms, smoothing your hair down. “Don’t cry,” he begged. “Please don’t cry, I hate it when you cry. It’s okay, angel, it’s okay. You’re okay.”

“It’s not,” you sobbed into his chest. “It’s not okay, I hurt you really bad and I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay,” he repeated thickly, and that was when you realised he was crying too.

“I’m such a bitch,” you said angrily, pulling back and wiping tears from your face. “I hurt you so much and I didn’t even give you the reason.”

Because it was true — you hadn’t told Taehyung that you weren’t good enough for him; you knew he wouldn’t understand, wouldn’t believe it, and so you simply hadn’t given a reason, just asked him to let you go. And he’d fought you, begged you to stay, until both of your throats were hoarse from fighting and crying, and then he’d given in. “If that’s really what you want,” he’d said, and you had felt your heart shatter at those words because of course it wasn’t what you wanted. But you had needed to do it, for him.

“It’s okay,” he repeated now, carefully wiping tears from your cheek — in vain, though, because they just kept falling.

“I’m sorry,” you sobbed again. “I’m really sorry, I should have told you why, I really don’t — ”

“How many times do I have to tell you it’s okay until you believe me?” he said sadly and he pulled you back against his chest, his arms wrapping around you tightly. You remembered him holding you like this all the time, and you’d told him, ages ago, it had made you feel safe. He’d loved that.

“I asked you to let me go because I thought I wasn’t good enough for you,” you confessed finally, your voice small, and muffled by the fabric of his clothes.

You felt him stiffen. “What?” he said sharply, and you sucked in a breath. You knew this would be exactly how he reacted.

He pulled back to cradle your face in his huge hands. “What the fuck, YN?” he said tightly. “You — you thought what? Why the fuck would you ever think that?”

Your eyes flicked away from his intense gaze, and again, you swallowed painfully. “I’m sorry,” you repeated, your voice small.

“Angel,” he whispered. “Look at me.”

You looked at him, looked at the tears filling his eyes and the tremble of his lips. He was so close to you, so close that it hurt.

“You idiot,” he saidsoftly, without any real feeling behind it. “You were — you are — always, always enough for me. You were more than enough for me, you made me so fucking happy! You were everything to me, why couldn’t you see that? Why can’t you see that?”

Your only response was to hitch a breath, voice breaking as you murmur his name. “Tae...”

But he wasn’t finished. “If anything, I’m sorry,” he said thickly. “That I didn’t show you enough how much you meant to me.”

You shook your head. “No. No, that’s not true, you showed me it more than enough times, Tae, this wasn’t your fault.”

And then he dropper his head on your shoulder, pushing it into the crook of your neck, and you held him there, suddenly overwhelmed with memories because the two of you had sat here on this same park bench in the same position countless times, but this time it was killing you both.

“I’m sorry,” he was mumbling into your neck. “Please don’t go.”

The last sentence stole your breath, because you were thrust back to the memory of that night, the night where you left him. He’d asked you a thousand times, please don’t go. And then he’d said he’d let you go, but he‘d asked you to stay one last night, and he’d looked so heartbroken you didn’t have the heart to refuse him. And so you slept one last night in his arms, wtih his head pushed into the crook of your neck and the remnants of tears on both your faces. You’d woken up before him, and his limbs were entangled with yours and he was holding you so tightly, like he was afraid you would slip away.

He was right. You did exactly that. You slipped out of his arms. You made him pancakes, and left them on the kitchen surface. And then you’d pressed one gentle kiss to the forehead of the sleeping man, and walked straight out of his life.

“YN, angel, please,” he said now, raising his head to look you in the eye beseechingly. “Please, can we try again? I need you, it always hurts without you with me, I really need you.”

You hesitated, and then you wiped the tears form your face and tried a shaky smile. “Yes. Yes, please, I want to try again, I want to stay with you.”

Something in his face brightened and he pulled you into his arms even tighter Han before and then he was kissing the top of your head over and over, whispering, ”God, I missed you like hell.”

“I missed you too,” uou whispered hoarsely into him, and then the two of you leant back to look each other in the eye. You don’t know how made the first move, just that suddenly the two of you were kissing, melting into each other — and finally, the tightness in your chest loosened. You were home.

"Because I still love you."~ Kim Taehyung

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader

Genre: ANGST

Requested by: This lovely person whom I can't seem to tag hehe

Summary: Taehyung breaks up with you with a promise to come back.

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"Tae?"

A soft smile grew on Taehyung's face at the gentle whisper that reached his ears. A satisfied hum buzzed out of his chest as he wriggled around in the confined space of the couch to face you. With swollen, red eyes that were dazed with sleep, Taehyung blinked a few times so that he could focus on the gentle glow of the kitchen light that kissed your cheek golden.

"Was I snoring?" he teased you, raising a hand to push your hair out of your face before fondly stroking the side of your head. You shook your head, resting your hand against his bare chest and sighing deeply.

"I just missed you."

"I'm right here baby," he frowned. "Did you have a bad dream?"

"I was just thinking," you whispered, your eyes scrunching shut at the quiver in your voice that betrayed your strong façade. Before he could catch sight of the tears shining in your eyes, you swiftly lodged your face into the curve of his shoulder, holding him close against you.

"What were you thinking about?" he let his lips rest over your ear.

"About how much I love you?" you short titter escaped when he traced his finger over the outline of your back. "Stop, that tickles."

"I know it does," he smirked but stopped his actions nonetheless. "Do you know what I was dreaming of?"

You shook your head, "What?"

With an amused sound, he gently pushed you back to take a look at you. "I had a dream that we had two kids, a girl, and a boy. Our girl was tall and she had your smile, and she was carrying our son in her arms. You know who she reminded me of?" he spoke quietly, his eyes following every place his finger traveled.

"Me?" you wondered. He nodded instantly, a wide smile taking over his expression. "Yes, you." He pinched your nose lovingly.

"She looked so responsible, with her gorgeous brown hair up until her shoulders. She had the kindest eyes, but what made me feel the happiest was the way she was caring for her brother. She held him so carefully, so delicately, she looked over him with the fondest eyes, and I just knew that even if I had to die at that very moment, she would never forsake her baby brother, she would always make sure that there would never come a day he goes hungry," Taehyung's eyes glistened under the dull light that came from the kitchen, looking down at you proudly.

"That was the very first time I had a dream about our future. Our children. And it makes me fall in love with you even more."

"Tae," you whispered. He nodded, brushing away the tear that rolled its way down your cheek. "We'll get there, sweetheart," he assured you, placing a firm kiss on your forehead.

"I'm afraid," you mumbled under your breath, holding onto him tighter in fear that he would disappear any moment. He frowned again, this time catching your face properly in his palms.

"Why?" he asked you, his voice low and gentle.

"I don't know," you let out a shaky breath, lowering your gaze.

"Hey, talk to me," he urged.

"Taehyung," you sighed, sitting up and turning away from him. He followed soon, but he stayed behind you, his hands pulling you back against his chest. "What if we don't make it?"

"Don't say such things, love. Why won't we make it?" you could hear the frown in his voice.

When you didn't reply, he lay his head upon your shoulder, reaching for your hands and intertwining them together with his own. "I love you, I need you to know that, okay?"

He sighed in relief when he felt you nod. "I love you too."

"Tell me what you feel," he muttered against the fabric of your t-shirt.

You looked down at his fingers that had enveloped your hands within his. Brushing his thumb tenderly with your own, you leaned into his embrace.

"I'm afraid I'll lose you."

Taehyung nodded, and you felt the ghost of a smile tug at your lips when he pulled you impossibly closer to his chest. His head was still lowered, a technique of getting you to open up without the fear of being pressured by someone's gaze. "You won't."

"I am scared of things going wrong if people find out about us."

He nodded again, lifting his head just a little so that he could kiss your shoulder blade. "We will face it together."

"I'm afraid you will leave me," you finally whispered, a teardrop falling onto his wrist. Taehyung froze behind you, his own eyes filling with tears at the fear that laced your voice. He had never seen you so afraid, so vulnerable, so broken before him.

"I won't," he mumbled against your skin, keeping his lips attached to you as he whispered it again. When you bent forward and began to cry, he moved with you, keeping you right against his heart and crying with you. "I won't leave you, baby. I won't."

"I'm scared Taehyung," you cried softly, his heart breaking at the feel of your tears falling onto his hand. He nodded, pulling you back so that you could lean against his shoulder.

"Hey, hey, listen to me, sweetheart, please," Taehyung mumbled, kissing away your tears and resting his face against yours. "There are so many people who already know about us, right? The boys have supported us from the very beginning, the company gave us a green signal too, do you remember how much we fought so that they could let us stay together? We can fight the world, as long as we stay together."

You let Taehyung hold you, one hand keeping both of yours in his grasp while the other wrapped around your chest, firmly attaching you to him.

"And our parents know about us too, sweetheart. Remember how my mum almost got us married when we went to meet her for the first time?" he giggled at the memory, his heart fluttering at the soft laugh that escaped your lips. "That was wild."

"Right? And I wouldn't want to brag but I know I impressed your dad with the very first conversation I had with him."

"All you said was, 'It's a pleasure to meet you, Sir,' and he fell for you," you chuckled softly, tilting your head towards him as he kissed your temple.

"I know he did, but my favorite part was when he told me that I was the best boyfriend he could have ever asked for his daughter." He whispered, squeezing your hand in assurance.

"We have so many people who love us, and most of all, we love each other. It's one of the strongest weapons to use when we have to fight the world, baby."

"I know," you pulled his arm closer to you. "I guess I was just overthinking."

"I won't ever leave you, Jagiya. Not happening. Imma kick it with a big fat 'NO', just like our dance move in Dynamite," the two of you began to laugh softly, a glimpse of the morning sun peeking through the windows.

"You promise?"

He finally turned you around in his arms, leaning forward to hold your lips with his in an embrace of its own.

"I promise."

~

Promises.

Dreams.

A future.

Love.

When did such things begin to play hide and seek? You needed to know because these very words finally decided to play games with you.

A very cruel, heart-wrenching game.

You struggled to stay connected, your fists clenched and lips trembling as you watched the man who once comforted you with his words turn into a monster. A monster whose face turned a deeper shade of red with rage, droplets of spit spurting out of his lips with each word that he spat at you, the same lips that would kiss away your pain every single time. The same lips that mouthed the words that made you think it would've been better for him to just take a knife and stab you right in the chest.

It hurt. It hurt more than words could ever express as you stood in front of the man you struggled to stay connected with. Gone was the man who dreamt of a future with you. Gone was the man who promised to never leave you. Gone was the man who wished to fight the world hand-in-hand with you. No matter how much you tried to look for that very man, it was as if he ceased to exist. All you could see was a monster, a liar, a heartless, cold man who blamed you for things you were once most afraid of.

It made you feel ashamed to even bring his name to your tongue, it made you want to dig a hole in the ground and disappear, because his dark gaze made you feel so small. Yet you stood upright, with your eyes connected to his. When all else fails, you are the only person who can stand up for you, right? You are the only person who can make sure your head is held high, you are the only one who could save up enough energy to just stand, and face it like the woman that you were...right?

"Leave."

"What?"

"Did I stutter?" you asked him calmly, even though your tears were on a trip of their own. "Leave my house, right now."

"Why are you acting like this is my fault?" Taehyung's voice suddenly lost its punch, lowering down to a milder tone.

"I'm sorry Taehyung. It's my fault. Everything is my fault, okay? Are you satisfied now?" you sighed in defeat, your eyes burning with tiredness.

"Do you even realize what you have done?" he questioned you.

Unable to believe the audacity of the man in front of you, your jaw clenched in pain. "Yes. In fact, I do, do you need me to write it down for you so that you can stop shoving it into my face?" you yelled.

"I know I made a mistake Taehyung! I should've been more careful. I made a mistake that I've always been afraid of making but for the stupidest of reasons, I let my guard down because YOU," you pointed an accusing finger right at him, "You promised me that no matter what happens, we would fight this together. You held me that day and told me that you would never leave me and you ask me if I realize what I have done?"

He stood silently, his own eyes beginning to water at your words, which made you laugh in disbelief. "You do not have the right to be crying Taehyung. You walk in here after not contacting me for a week! And you break up with me because I simply wanted to hold your hand in the godforsaken park that you took me to?"

"Stop," he warned you, shutting his eyes.

"Really Taehyung? Really? I let you speak and take out all your anger on me because yes, whatever happened has negatively impacted your career, but didn't I always tell you that this day would come? And now you want me to stop?" you cried out, pulling at your hair as you watched him cover his face.

"Okay," you sniffled, wiping your tears away and pushing your hair behind your ears. "Let me tell you what is about to happen. You walk out the door and go fix whatever issue it was that led you to break the one woman who trusted you with her life. Go and apologize to your 'fans' and tell them you're sorry for dating someone without asking for their permission. Go and ask for forgiveness from the company that you slog day in and day out for, only because you wanted to be human for once."

"(Y/n)-"

"I'm not finished," you stated firmly, instantly silencing him.

"Once you leave, you better accept the fact that we are done. For good. Because there is no way in hell that I would be able to live with a man who broke me the way you did today."

To distract yourself from the clenching pain in your chest, you sat back down on the couch. The exact same couch that held memories that made you want to cry all over again.

"(Y/n), can you give it some time, please?" he pleaded, kneeling in front of you and holding your hands in his. You looked at him with tear-filled eyes, watching him as a pained look overtook his expression. "Let it settle for a while, please baby."

"Are you really asking me this? After all the things you told me today? You blamed me for the way your fan count decreased Taehyung, you blamed me for the insults that they never forget to bombard me with every single day. You told me that our relationship was the reason why people have stopped listening to your music?"

"No, no...please," he begged you, resting his head on your lap. You simply looked at him, your head beginning to throb. "Please, I'll come back to you, I swear, just give me some time. I'm sorry."

"It's not okay," you shook your head, pushing him away gently and looking him straight in the eye. There were tears falling from them, and you sat back and wondered how it was possible for him to be crying right now.

"I don't want you to come back to me, Taehyung. I cannot be with you. You hurt me, more than anyone has ever hurt me. You broke me to pieces today," you whispered, finally breaking down in front of him. Taehyung shook his head, sitting back down on the floor and crying into his hands, soft sobs causing his body to shudder as he heard you cry before him.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..." he blubbered messily, "Please, let me sort everything out. Give me one more chance, baby, please. Let me come back to you."

Taehyung suddenly jolted upright, leaping towards you on his knees, grabbing your hands and holding them tenderly to his lips. With sorrowful eyes, he looked up at you, utterly broken at the pain he could see on your face. "I"m sorry, I'm sorry for not fighting for you. I'm sorry I gave up on you, but please, give me a chance to make things right. Please. I can't lose you, that was never my intention."

You sighed, shaking your head and releasing your hands from his grip. "You lost me the moment you gave up on me, Taehyung."

"No," he cried, standing up with you and stopping you from walking away. "I said I'm sorry, please give me a chance to convince them, I'll come back to you, I'll hold your hand and take you out for a date with no shame and nothing to hide. I'll show the world that I'm in love and one day when we get married I wil-"

"Taehyung, stop," you whispered, suddenly overwhelmed as you held your palm to his cheek. He began to cry instantly, leaning into your touch with his eyes shut. "What's the point in fighting for me now?"

His eyes opened, reaching up to grab your face within his warm hands. You inhaled sharply, your heart still leaping at his touch.

"Because I still love you."

Why would he say that?

Why did he have the power to break down all the walls you built up just to protect yourself?

Why was it so real?

It hurt so much to hear him say that. It broke you even more than it did when he yelled at you a few hours ago, yet you didn't stop him when he pulled you against him. You didn't push him back when he kissed you like there was no tomorrow, you couldn't stop your hands from desperately grabbing onto his collar as his fingers pulled your head closer to him. You couldn't. Even though you tried, you just couldn't.

Because you still loved him too.

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WHY DID IT HURT SO MUCH

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SENTENCE STARTERS INSPIRED BY QUEEN SONGS

part one — angst

“please stay a while”

“don't lose your heart”

“so sad it ends as it began”

“how I loved you, how I cried”

“you'll get forgotten on the way”

“love of my life, don't leave me”

“was it all wasted? all that love?”

“I have no heart, I'm cold inside”

“you're the victim of your crime”

“each morning I get up I die a little”

“save me I can't face this life alone”

“it's always a rainy day without you”

“someday, one day, we'll come home”

“you've captured my love, stolen my heart”

“I'm just the shadow of the man I used to be”

“I've been facing this alone for much too long”

“because you don't know what it means to me”

“who dares to love forever, when love must die?”

“if I can't go to heaven will they let me go to hell?”

“funny how love can break your heart so suddenly”

“I've been looking back to find where I went wrong”

“I would surely die if you dismiss me from your love”

“there's nothing in this world to be sure of anymore”

“too much love will kill you just as sure as none at all”

“it started off so well, they said we made a perfect pair”

“for every star in heaven there's a sad soul here today”

“so please don't go, don't leave me here all by myself”

“one day we're loving each other then we're fighting one another”

“I was looking for some good old satisfaction, but pain is all I got”

“I used to bring you sunshine now all I ever do is bring you down”

“don't you hear my call? though you're many years away don't you hear me calling you?”

I’m Not Yours | kth. masterlist

“When the rain stops you shine on me, your light’s the only thing that keeps the cold out.”

↠ pairing : Kim Taehyung x Female Reader

↠ summary : When your childhood best friend, Kim Taehyung moves back into town, you expect the next few years to be reminiscent of your younger years. Awkward, tense and quiet. What you don’t expect is being forced to distract him from his overbearing crush on your mutual best friend, Eunji.

↠ genre : university au, estranged childhood friends to lovers, strangers to lovers, idiots to lovers, art student!taehyung, literature student!reader, angst, fluff & smut

↠ rating : 18+

↠ warnings : swearing, mentions of anxiety and depression, bad & toxic friends, lots of feelings, small forms of violence (with other characters), explicit sexual content. (additional warnings will be given with each chapter!)

↠ banner : by the sweetest @lavienvante 🤎 thank you so much for making me the prettiest banner!! <3 go check out her works 🤎

↠ a/n : here is the masterlist for my first series! i am beyond excited to share this with you & i hope you enjoy this journey as much as i do! happy reading <3

↠ series song : christmas tree - taehyung (the lyrics fit this series oh so perfectly 🤎)

❦ chapter 1 : a lane in the public gardens at arles - 1888 [7K]

❦ chapter 2 : water lilies and japanese bridge - 1899 [10K]

❦ chapter 3 : the weeping woman - 1937 [coming soon…]

❦ chapter 4 : at eternity’s gate - 1890

❦ chapter 5 : poppy field - 1886

❦ chapter 6 : the night cafe - 1888

❦ chapter 7 : snow at argenteuil - 1874

❦ chapter 8 : almond blossoms - 1890

❦ chapter 9 : the artist’s garden at giverny - 1900

❦ chapter 10 : view from the artist’s window - 1823

❦ epilogue : the starry night - 1889

❦ extras :

↠ glossary - a closer insight to the iny!world & characters. here you can find the answers to any important questions and information about the characters. this will be added to as the story goes on.

↠ playlist - have a listen to their songs (thank you @lavienvante for helping 🤎)

↠ your thoughts - a collection of our thoughts

start date : 30.12.21 || 00:00 KST

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puns || kim seokjin

Kim Seokjin x reader

Summary: A handsome stranger is telling puns on the bus, and you find them almost as funny as he does.

Genre: fluff

Words: 1838

I sighed as I took a seat on the bus, on my way to work. I always enjoyed the ride there; it gave me a chance to clear my mind and people-watch for the journey, preparing myself for the busy and tiring night ahead. I stretched my legs, tired from college all day, and knowing I would be on my feet all night.

Despite my fatigue, I was in a good mood, happily watching the city pass by and enjoying the warm, late spring weather. I moved my attention from the window to the door as the bus stopped, allowing people to get on. I watched as an old man pottered on first, a middle-aged woman following him, and just behind her two young men, talking amicably as they strolled on. 

Both were evidently attractive, but my eyes lingered on the taller one. He had light brown hair framing his forehead and smooth skin, his facial features almost making him appear godly as they spread into a beautiful smile. They took a seat in front of me, their backs to me as they continued their conversation. 

Unintentionally, I began to listen to what they were saying, my attention automatically drawn to them.

“Okay, Yoongi, listen to this one,” the taller one started, already grinning, “how does a penguin build its house?” His friend simply sighed in response, looking out of the window. “Igloos it together!” He exclaimed, letting out a loud, squeaky laugh and clapping his hands together.

I grinned at the joke, knowing they couldn’t see me. I had an easy sense of humour, and puns were my weakness. ‘Yoongi’ didn’t even bat an eyelid at the joke, remaining completely deadpan, but the tall one didn’t seemed phased by this reaction. In fact, his failure to elicit a reaction in his friend only seemed to encourage him as he continued.

“Hey, did you hear about the kidnapping?” He asked, giggling. 

“No.” His friend said, sounding completely unamused and sick of puns. 

“Well, don’t worry, he woke up.” His doe eyes turned to crescents, his body shaking as he chuckled. I had to stifle a laugh at that one, leaning back and smirking. I admired his willpower; determinedly continuing despite his friend’s obvious disinterest. Again, the other boy barely reacted. 

They then began another conversation, discussing what they would do that night. I was still listening to them (reassuring myself that it would be pretty hard for me not to, considering how close they were sitting to me), and though not staring obviously, I couldn’t seem to keep my eyes off the taller boy as he spoke. The late afternoon sun leaking through the bus windows lit up his features, making his hair appear golden and his skin glowing. I dragged my gaze away and looked out of the window, listening as they discussed which restaurant to visit later.

“Should we go to that new place down the road? Their cold noodles are supposed to be really good.” The smaller boy was contemplating, scrolling through his phone. 

“That reminds me,” started the taller one, “what do you call a fake noodle?” His friend groaned, and I couldn’t help but to smile. 

“I don’t care.” Yoongi continued to look at his phone. I leant forward, excited for the answer.

“An impasta!” He finished the joke, clapping his hands. I couldn’t help the barking laugh that escaped my lips for a second before I clapped a hand over my mouth. My face heated up as I realised how loud it had been. Both boys whipped their heads around, the one who told the joke grinning at me.

“Sorry,” I giggled, waving my hand, “that was a really good joke.” He beamed at me, still laughing himself.

“Right? See, Yoongi, someone with a real sense of humour!” He said triumphantly, gesturing towards me, and I blushed. Yoongi just shook his head at the both of us, giving me a small, polite smile, before returning to finding a restaurant on his phone. The other one turned back to me, a friendly smile gracing his features.

“Do you know any jokes?” He asked after a moment. I racked my brains for a good pun, wanting to keep the conversation going with him. 

“Okay, what do you call an elephant that doesn’t matter?” I questioned, already smiling as I thought about the answer. He pondered it for a second, before shaking his head.

“I don’t know.”

“An irrelephant.” I answered, and he immediately erupted into laughter, clapping his hands together. I beamed, proud of myself for making him laugh. I was surprised to see Yoongi turn around briefly with a small grin at my joke too. This immediately offended the taller one.

“Ya, why do you laugh at her jokes but not at mine?” He demanded, his eyes growing wide. Yoongi scoffed as I watched on with amusement.

“Her jokes are better than yours.” He replied bluntly, and received another outraged look from the boy next to him, who then turned to me, ignoring the comment.

“That was a good one. What’s your name?” He chuckled. 

“I’m Y/N.” I returned his smile.

“Jin,” he gestured to himself, “and Yoongi.” He pointed to his darker haired friend. “Nice to meet you.” 

Finally, he had a name. I looked at him, taking in his soft features and open face. It suited him. 

We continued to chat good-naturedly as the bus rattled around the city, my forearms now resting on the backs of their chairs as I leaned forward. Yoongi turned out to be a lot friendlier than he looked, and Jin was just as enigmatic as he seemed from an outside perspective. I found myself frowning, disappointment filling me as I saw my bus stop looming ahead.

I needed to find a way to see him again. Thinking quickly, I pulled out a scrap of paper and scribbled something down, leaning on the empty seat next to me. I stood up as the bus slowed to a stop, stumbling a bit and holding onto a pole for support.

“This is my stop, but I couldn’t help but to overhear that you guys are looking for a place to eat.” I grinned, handing Jin the piece of paper. “This is the restaurant I work at. It’s pretty good.” I heard the bus doors open behind me. “Stop by if you feel like it. I’m working all night.” 

I got off before I could hear a reply, watching him grin at me through the window as the bus drove off, my own cheeks still stretched into a cheerful smile.

Later that evening as I waited tables, I kept getting distracted by watching the door for the people coming in, hoping to see Jin’s face amongst the swarms of customers entering. I bit my lip, trying to catch a glance of him as I took orders and hurriedly laid places.

“Y/N, can you focus please? What is up with you today?” My colleague asked irritably, her arms laden with dishes as she pointed to the table that needed to be cleared. I shook my head, apologising.

“Yes, sorry, nothing.” I sighed, quickly moving to pick up empty dishes. I carried them back to the bar, seeing her shake her head in annoyance, frowning at the door.

“Look,” she nodded to the door, “flip a coin to decide who takes them?” 

I looked to the entrance to see a boisterous group of young men, talking loudly and laughing; the type of customers you didn’t want to be in charge of. However, I immediately recognised Yoongi at the front of the group, his distinctive hair and piercing gaze separating him easily from the average customer, and next to him, a taller, more familiar boy. Jin noticed me quickly and met my gaze, waving across the room. I grinned, patting my colleague’s shoulder.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got it.” I made my way over to them, smirking. 

“Good evening gentlemen.” I said, giving them all menus but repeatedly meeting Jin’s gaze as I did so. I briefly looked around at the six other boys, recognising only Yoongi, and receiving smiles from all of them.

“Y/N,” my attention was brought back to Jin. He pretended to look at the menu for a while before looking up. “why couldn’t the bicycle stand up by itself?” I supressed a smile, pretending to think for a moment.

“…is it because it was two tired?” I asked innocently, watching as his face dropped. His expression of shock was priceless, and I laughed along with the six others, who immediately began teasing him.

“You’ve been practicing.” He narrowed his eyes at me, grinning.

“Well, I had to, to keep up with you.” I flirted back, and he simply stared back with a small grin. I felt his eyes on me as I took their orders and went to serve other tables, the smile barely leaving my face.

I got reprimanded several times by colleagues as I spent most of the night by their table, exchanging puns with Jin and joking around with the others, and only leaving when I was afraid I would actually lose my job. All seven of them gave off an aura of sincerity and humility that drew me towards them, but the energy between Jin and I was something that was impossible to describe; I couldn’t seem to stay away from him.

At the end of my shift, they finally decided it was time to leave. The other boys waved goodbye, giving me a generous tip before walking out, still talking and laughing loudly. Jin was the last to leave the table, and he stayed sitting as I cleared it around him.

“Can I help you?” He asked, reaching for some plates, but I slapped his hand away.

“No, Jin, it’s literally my job.” I chuckled. “Besides, my manager will think I’m slacking if he sees a customer helping me.” He nodded understandingly, resting his chin in his hands and watching me for a moment, a small smile on his face. Once I had finished wiping the table he stood up and walked around it, coming to stand very close to me. I had to crane my neck upwards to see him, and I could feel the heat radiating off his body as he peered down at me.

I waited for him to say something as he seemed to just be studying my face. I distracted myself, putting my notebook away and wiping my hands on a cloth, before he finally spoke.

“So Y/N.” I looked up and met his intense gaze, my breath catching in my throat. He cocked his head to the side, the corner of his mouth lifting. “Do you like raisins?”

I frowned for a second, before smiling dejectedly; that hadn’t been what I was expecting him to say, but how could I expect anything else but another pun? I sighed patiently, giving him a small smile.

“Not really.” I admitted and he smirked, his eyes glinting. 

“Then how about a date?”

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SIBI HOLY FUCK. im so confused and scared rn.... did tae really trapped oc? who tf saved her in the end? will she be a vampire? i cant wait anymore for the next chapter which will be titled HURT 😫😭🤚🏼💔

↳ Index [Chapter 19 - Schicksal]

Pairing: Taehyung x f.Reader

Warnings: the beginning is very sweet until everything does a 180 and it turns very dark, violent blooddrinking, hunts, violence, betrayal, those are not your sweet romanticised vampires

Wordcount: 8k

a/n: i hate them, also istfg if just one of you blames oc i will slaughter you painfully

The sun was already getting ready for her sleep when you and Taehyung finally leave his wing. You hadn’t planned on leaving his wing, but your rumbling stomach convinced you otherwise. 

You giggle as Taehyung catches up with you on the stairs. He wraps his arms around you, picking you up with ease.

“What are you doing? Tae put me down”, you laugh.

“Never”, he says, pressing you against the handrailing at the end of the stairs, “you’re mine darling”, he coos, caressing your sides.

“Mhm, yeah I am”, you say, grinning goofily. His hair feels so soft in your fingers.

“I’m so happy to have you again”, he whispers, making your heart flutter.

“I’m happy too”, you breathe, feeling your body draw closer to him all on its own.

“Let’s never ever fight again”, he says, making you chuckle.

“That’s a little unrealistic”, you say. 

He pouts, earning himself a soft pinch to his cheek. 

“Fine, let’s never ever fight again”, you give in with fondness in your voice. 

“That’s better”, he says and smiles. 

“You’re so cute." 

"Ah yes? Are you perhaps talking to a mirror?" 

You snort, "Tae come on”, you whine.

Taehyung grins and leans in for a kiss, stopping as your stomach rumbles loudly. You both look down at it.

“Are you famished, my sweetest?” he asks, rubbing his hand over your tummy gently.

“Yes, a little, stupid human stomach, it ruined the mood.”

Taehyung looks at you with fondness in his eyes.

“Let’s get you something to eat, shall we?”

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Can’t Keep Lying

PLOT: Jin’s been distant lately. Maybe it’s the work flow, maybe it’s something you said. Or maybe, maybe it’s just the girl at work.

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Genre: Angst

Pairing: Jin x Reader

Warnings: Language

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It was happening again. Jin was absent. Well, not completely. Jin was there, as he always was in the late afternoon, sitting at the kitchen table eating his dinner. But you could see it in his glossy eyes, see it in the way his fork mindlessly pushed his food around the porcelain plate, he was absent. His mind was elsewhere whilst his still body sat in the seat of your kitchen. This had become your normal. The chatter and laughter you two shared before, replaced by an unsteady silence ever since he began his new acting role. You cleared your throat, his eyes finally showing some sign of life as he glanced up at you.

“How was the filming today?” You asked, hoping you sounded more uplifting than you felt.

“It was great!” He also smiled back at you, a taut, fake smile that you’d been receiving more and more lately. You were becoming increasingly aware of Jin’s changes in behavior, that fake happiness had began to forge on his face often. Normally, he could go on for hours. He would tell you about his day, he’d tell you what he’d done and what he was up to. He’d always talk in a very animated and vivid way, fueled with enthusiasm and excitement. Then he’d lovingly question you about your day, you’d go watch a movie or go for a walk together, and then curl up to sleep. That had been your routine. But Jin didn’t continue the conversation further, you knew that after he was done eating he’d go shower and fall asleep before you could say anything. He no longer made jokes, or kept you up teasingly poking at your sides and chatting. You couldn’t even remember the last time you’d heard him genuinely laugh.

“Jin.” You said. You were done letting him put on this little act, you needed to know what was wrong. “Talk to me.”

He didn’t look up. Jin’s eyebrows knit together, a concerned look covering his face as he set his fork down.

“You know that I would never want to hurt you, right?” He asked. You nodded, even though he was still not looking at you. “.. And I realize, that as much as I would hate to, I’m going to. Because there is no way I can go about this, that will not hurt you. There’s no good way to let you know this.”

You pushed your plate away from you, your heart was pounding. You were afraid now, everything suddenly seemed at stake. You were running over the memories in your head, wondering if you’d ever done anything wrong, if you had anything to do with what he was about to say. Jin finally looked at you, you nodded at him to go on.

“As you know, I’ve gotten along with the crew on the film I’m working on. There’s a lot of people on it. The director is talented and kind to us, the cast members are amazing and great to work with. There’s Jiwoo, Jaehyun and.. Oh, I did tell you about Seoyeon, didn’t I?” He asked, the tone of his voice became more nervous at the mention of her. You did the only thing you’d been able to do, nod. This was where it was getting difficult, Jin was visibly hesitating to speak again as he reached out and held onto your hand. You wanted to pull away from him, but something told you this might be the last time you got the chance. So you gripped onto his hand and listened. “Well, Seoyeon. She is a love interest of my character, you know that. We were both understanding of it, it’s only a role and it’s part of the job. We did not hang out afterwards, she knows I’m with you. We kept it all professional. One day we went out to celebrate the shoot going well, and we spoke. After that, we kept in touch. Then we started hanging out together on set.. And off set. I’ve realized over time, that maybe, well..” Jin was not one to stammer over his words, but he couldn’t help it. “I’ve realized that-”

“It’s not just part of the role.” You whispered, almost afraid to say it. In the short silence that followed, you wanted Jin to laugh and shake his head and tell you that you were wrong. Unfortunately that’s not what he did. Instead he just bit his lip and looked away.

“I think I fell in love with her.”

You were frozen. Everything was gone for a second, and when you finally came to your senses you felt the warmth in your limbs and realized that your hand was still in his. You yanked your hand away, the chair legs forcefully skidding on the ground as you came to a stand. Jin jumped in surprise, he was also rising to his feet. There was finally emotion back on his face, fear and confusion.

“I love you Y/N.” Jin assured you, but it was of no comfort.

“No, no you don’t. Maybe you did, but you know you don’t anymore. That’s what you’re trying to tell me, right?” You choked.

“.. I just can’t stay with you anymore.”

“So you told her you’d leave me? So she’s waiting for you to come back, single? I was just the obstacle in your way?” You spat. The silence from the male proved that you were correct yet again. Why couldn’t you just be wrong? He looked composed, serious, maybe a little hurt but not anything compared to how you were feeling. His empty hand was back at his side now, his eyes searching you for understanding.

“Then I guess she gets what she wants. I want you-” You paused as your voice cracked, taking a breath before trying again. “I want you, to grab your stuff, and get out of my house.”

Jin’s eyes widened in shock. He knew that it would resort to this eventually, but hearing it is something different. He never actually did mean to bring you so much distress, but he needed to tell you the truth while he still could, and a part of him really did love you. He moved towards you, trying to grab onto your arm and mumbling your name softly. But you pressed your hands into his chest and pushed him away. “No! I’m going to go outside, and go for a walk. By the time I get back, you better be the hell out of my house!” You stormed past him, your throat was drowning with the tears you were swallowing back. You threw the front door open, stomping down the stairs and walking down the sidewalk. The sky was turning dark with night time, the wind had also began to pick up. Your lungs filled up with chilling air everytime you sobbed, the cold was nipping at the tears on your cheeks turning them into trails on your red skin. But you refused to return. It’s a surreal feeling. Heart break is in every movie, every book, every song. People all over the world who pour out their feelings of pain, and you can sympathise with them, but it’s completely different when it’s you. To realize that this person that brings you so much joy, who accompanies you everywhere and makes you who you are, is going to be gone. You don’t get to wake up to him anymore, you don’t get to hold his hand, you don’t get to kiss him. You do not get Kim Seokjin anymore, and there is no one in the world like him that can replace the memory he’s left. The worst part of it all, is knowing that someone else will. He is someone else’s joy now, leaving you wondering if perhaps you just weren’t good enough to make him stay.

You were walking and shivering for so long now, you couldn’t feel your toes. You finally decided to make it back before it got any colder or darker than it already was. As your house came into view, you stopped when you realized that Jin’s car was gone. You stared wide eyed at the driveway, slowly piecing together what had happened again. And then you started running, your shoes pounding the cement as you sprinted down the road and to your front door, throwing it open. You started to take big unsteady breaths as you looked around, his jacket was gone, his shoes at the door were gone, his papers on the coffee table were gone. You ran up the stairs, down the hallway and into your shared room hurrying to the closet. You flung the large doors open so fast they collided loudly with the wall but you didn’t care, your eyes scanning the small room. The shirts he had hanging up were gone, his pants were gone, his shoes and hats were gone.. Jin was gone. You thought you’d already cried it all out, but then there were more tears pouring down your cheeks. You stumbled back, slumping down besides the bed and bawling your eyes out. So that was it. You’d told him to leave, and he had. You’d held his hand one last time, and now you wouldn’t ever again. Your cries were muffled by your knees as you pulled them up to your chest, clutching onto your jeans.

“Come back.”

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Namjoon goes to the music menu and selects the Playlists option. The first few playlists are regular playlists that everyone (including Namjoon himself) has – workout playlist, study playlist, road trip playlist… – and, apparently, the rest are all their song guides organised by album and era. Namjoon scrolls all the way to the bottom until he reaches the last playlist and abruptly stops in the middle of the sidewalk.

Namjoonie. The name of the last playlist is Namjoonie.

Or, Seokjin lends his jacket to Namjoon and he finds an old iPod inside one of its pocket. Out of curiosity, Namjoon looks through Seokjin’s music and finds a playlist titled Namjoonie.