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JiKook: Bad Boy, Bad Cop - 3
   Jeongguk hadn’t realised he’d been dozing off that next day until his head almost made contact with his desk. He’d stayed the entire night and got a firm talking to from Chief Seokjin that morning when he found out Jeongguk knew apparently nothing of the lost audio and footage. He was lucky Namjoon always had his back. It wasn’t Jeongguk’s fault that the cameras were shit.
   It was, however, his fault that things were out of place.
   He remembered waking up from his desk once already, his police report staring at him and looking over to the cell to see Jimin, the criminal, sound asleep in the bed. The remnants of the previous night slowly returned to him the more he stared, and a blush creeped up to his neck.
   “Jeongguk!” Namjoon greeted, and slapped a hand onto Jeongguk’s shoulder. “How was the arrest, hm? Good report?” Jeongguk blinked, a little unsure of what was going on until
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JinKook: Lyft
Being a Lyft driver paid fairly well. Usually.
Occasionally, Seokjin would get the asshole who vaped, or the one who needed to pay extra for his copious amount of luggage.
And, occasionally, he got the douchebag kid who had betrayed him and he refused to talk to for years.
That kid was currently in his backseat.
“Hyung,” Jeongguk whined, “just talk to me, why don’t you?” Seokjin gripped the steering wheel a little tighter. “Please? What’d I do?”
“Nothing,” Seokjin said. “You’re just annoying.” Jeongguk slumped back into his seat.
“I’m giving you the lowest rating ever unless you talk to me.” Seokjin frowned so much he was sure his face would stick like that, but he sighed and glanced back for a moment. He didn’t want to risk his rating system.
“Fine,” he agreed. “What d’you want to talk about?” Jeongguk leaned forward again and draped himself along the bac
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TaeMin: Clutzoid
Jimin was very adamant about the safety of others. Whether they were a stranger or not usually didn’t matter. He had an aid kit on him at all times. He practiced various therapeutic techniques and knew how to look for all the signs of abuse, depression, and various other assisting psychological factors.
He was...overprotective, according to the rest of his friends.
And Taehyung had definitely caught Jimin’s eye.
He’d been in a coffee shop, literally about to fall asleep when someone came through the door and jingled the bell, jolting him awake a little. He took the opportunity to take a drink of his coffee and watch the seemingly sleep-deprived customer order a drink, bumping into a table on his way. The man sat down with a biscuit in one hand, other hand propping his head up to stare at the wall absentmindedly. Jimin kept a close eye, and it was strange, him not being able to pinpoint someone’s problem by looking at them.
And then the customer took off his jack
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TaeKook: Pine For One, Pine For All
Kim V Taehyung. The V wasn’t arbitrary, of course, far from it.
V for Valentine, V for Venus, for Voluptuous, for Very, Very Hot.
In everyone’s eyes, Taehyung was literally the centre of the universe. From letters to confessions, longings to stalkings, Taehyung was the one person everyone pined for.
However, only one person did Taehyung ever pine for himself, and he barely knew Taehyung existed half the time.
“He is so damn pretty, though,” Seokjin ended up saying as he watched Taehyung, along with the rest of the cafeteria’s population. Jeongguk was busy eating at this moment, only looking up.
“Who is?” he asked, mouth full of food, looking around for the interesting pretty thing Seokjin had caught sight of.
“You know who,” Namjoon spoke, sighed. “It’s V again.”
“He’s just...,” Seokjin said, eyes following the pinee. “He’s so pretty all the time, sometimes I just wish-” But he w
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Namjoon x Reader: Hairstyle
Namjoon certainly rocked a punk hairstyle, if you were honest. Being so used to his natural black hair that hung over his eyes, you hadn’t expected to show up one day and find that the sides of his head were buzzed and his hair was swept back in a blond streak as he greeted you with a look that said, “Huh? What d’you think?”
And damn it, you had to admit, it was...a lot of things. Sexy was probably the best description, but it was also cute and somewhat reflective of his personality. Crazy and rebellious, like him.
And with how long the top was, there were endless possibilities. And, not to mention...
“Hold on,” you said, looking his hair over, “are you telling me that you shaved it yourself?” Namjoon chuckled and nodded.
“Of course I shaved it myself,” he said. “Why?”
“Because you’ve made it look so good for these past few months, I thought there was no way your coordination would allow that kind of pr
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NamJin: Warm Laundry
Seokjin was lain in the most comfortable position on the couch that he could find, staring mindlessly at the television in front of him, playing a game show that meant nothing. To his left, Namjoon was busy separating and folding clothes, tossing them this way and that way based on whose clothes were whose.
“Hyung, do you mind?” Namjoon asked, and Seokjin hummed. “Fine, then I’ll just end up piling them on you.” Seokjin gave another hum and his vision immediately got blocked by a pair of his underwear.
“Yah, Namjoon,” Seokjin said, pulling off the clean cloth and dropping it in his lap. “What was that for?”
“Pay attention,” Namjoon chuckled, and started to pile clothes onto Seokjin, to which Seokjin rolled his eyes and trained them back to the TV.
The clothes were warm, like a nice blanket, on his lap and started to pile until it was hard to differentiate him from the laundry. His eyes began to droop and finally closed w
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JinKook: Listen
   Seokjin could listen to Jeongguk talk about literally anything for hours.
   “Ah, hyung, it was so cool, the way the plot was revealed! You should have watched it with me! And- Oh, and when we found out it was the other guy, oh, my God, I was so surprised! You would have loved it, Seokjin-hyung, I promise.”
   He could sit and listen to that small, excited voice talk on and on about nothing and everything. He could listen to it talk about movies, about games, interests.
   “Is that so, Kookie? Sounds fun, yeah.”
   Seokjin could listen to the hard things for long times.
   “So, I don’t know, I guess I just don’t feel like I can compare to Jimin sometimes. ...Is that mean? I don’t want to be mean to Jimin, but, I mean, his voice and his dancing and everything, I just feel...a little subpar is all. Am I making any sense? Probably not, I can’t believe I’m spilling all
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BTS: I'm Not A Baby Anymore
   Jeongguk was not a baby. Though many would argue he was, and he was usually the youngest in any group he was in, he wasn’t a child that needed constant care.
   When he told his six older, mature, knowledgeable hyungs as such, they wrote him off completely.
   “I’m not a baby,” he said.
   “Whatever you say,” they replied.
   God, was that just frustrating. Sure, there were many instances where he was given the treatment one would assume a baby, child, or teenager would need, but he was twenty now, for Christ’s sake. He didn’t need to be treated like a baby.
   Was that too much to ask?
   Jeongguk contemplated this as he was sat in a chair in the dorm, wondering why exactly he was always pampered like this, why he was always given the least amount of responsibility or judgement. Why he was the child of the group.
   “Jeongguk-ah!” Jimin greeted
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Junstin: Enamoured Jealousy
Jun was a mostly careful person. He was fragile with the things he handled, and made sure that both his and his friend’s belongings were never in harm’s way, at least if he could help it. He always locked doors and he always closed cabinets, always packed things up tight and always, always, always kept his personal things to himself.
Apparently, he was wrong in believing that.
Jun had finally gotten around to taking his shower late in the day, unable to take it that morning, as he had tons of other things to do. Showering had been the last thing on his mind, going straight for deodorant when he woke up. However, he felt horrible now that he thought about it. It was hard strutting around like you were comfortable when your hair itched, your clothes chafed, and you felt as if your hands and feet wouldn’t stop collecting dirt.
So, Jun took a long, overdue shower for the day when most everyone else in the house was either asleep or about to go to sleep. He wasn’t a
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NamJin: Habitual Coffee
To Namjoon, reasons behind habits defined a person. They helped create a piece of the puzzle that would otherwise be hidden behind a simple action.
The first coffee shop Namjoon habitually attended was because it was directly on his walk to work. He could easily slip into the place, order his coffee, and slip right back out and continue his normal pathway.
The second coffee shop was because the coffee was the best coffee he'd ever had. They put the correct amount of cream and sugar, and considering he went there so often, they would treat him to a special every once in awhile.
The third coffee shop, Namjoon was somehow neglecting to let the reason surface for the new habitual visit. It was out of the way to his work, four whole blocks to be exact, and the coffee was stupendous, but it was still the new habitual shop.
The first time he went was because his friend, Yoongi, suggested he try it. He'd neglected at first, but Yoongi insisted, “Namjoon-ah, you'd just love it! I promise,
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TaeKook: #5
Jeongguk wasn’t always one to ask his neighbours for favours. Especially considering the fact that he was a major shut-in and he hadn’t ever really spoken to his neighbours. Maybe he passed them on the way to his apartment, giving them a curt, silent nod before retreating.
But, the apartment building’s walls were thin, and Jeongguk’s neighbours to his left were being incredibly loud. Whether they were fighting or not was yet to be seen, and would probably never be seen. But as he continued his writing, his artistic pursuit, he found he needed to break away from his home and go to another.
It was far too cold to sit outside, and the nearest coffee shop was a car ride away, something Jeongguk wasn’t willing to travel to at nearly seven at night. Besides, he only had...five paragraphs left? He just needed quiet to finish them.
The neighbour to his right was usually quiet, and he hoped dearly that his left neighbours would quiet down so he wouldn’t have
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BTS: I Need Your Blood, Sweat, Tears - 11
   Jungkook ran as fast as he could back home. He thrust open the door and screamed for her to answer him. He limped his way across his floors, opening doors and looking around corners, though it was to no avail that he’d find her.
   He looked at a table and saw a picture of her. She was standing with a smile on her face, as if she were still there.
   He smashed it on the ground.
   He broke into tears.
   Any number of people a wall away could hear him.
   He wanted the whole world to know that his girlfriend was dead.
   Why couldn’t he remember her? Why didn’t he know this?
   Why didn’t anyone bother to tell him?
   Why...did this all feel like he’d already been through it?
   His cries rang out louder in frustration and lack of understanding, hating that he didn’t know why he felt the way he did, why it seemed like he’d already cried and b
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Looking For Septiplier Fanfics?
I've read some recently you might enjoy giving a read!
A few people, here and on Twitter, apparently take my opinion on fanfics to heart, lately. Simply, I'm a reader who knows what she likes. If I'm given the chance, I'll definitely be making at least one piece of fanart for each as I have time. Except one, of course, which you guys know by now is getting at least one - sometimes two or three minimum - per chapter. >w<
Speaking of, that's where we'll start the list!
These are not recommended in any particular order; I just wrote them down as I remembered them.
1. "The Demons Within" by KenzyKoo
    Life was hard enough being teens in high school, but finding out you're half demon? That's a completely different ball game, altogether. Mark and Jack have only just met and are content to be good friends, but it seems that their fathers and their demon halves have other p
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Live (Egobang)
"This is so edg- hahah!" Danny laughs as he catches a glimpse at a comment in the live stream chat. The comment was about the blond streak in Arin's hair, saying that it would look emo if it was black.
"What's edgy?" Arin drops his controller and looks at him. He looks into his eyes from the side, he then got the butterflies in his stomach again.
"This comment, it said 'Imagine if Arin's blond part on his hair was black, we would have an emo looking dude on the show!' It's amazing, ah I love it." He reads the comment from his memory as his partner picks up his controller, continuing to play the brutal game. 
"Emo? that reminds me of those people who make punk edits of us." Danny lifts his head up to look at Arin, confused. He thought about punk edits and then memorize the fanart of their ship, Egobang. 
"Dude, don't tell me you were on Tumblr." He finally speaks up to his friend, Arin lifts an eyebrow and drops the controller once again. This time with a small smirk.
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A Shot in the Dark Pt. 2 (Sherlock x Reader)
“Hello, are you in here?”
There it was; the voice you’d heard on the phone. Well, in a manner of speaking anyway. In the same room as you, the voice sounded much more vivid, much more real. Had you come across such a voice in the street, it would have made you withdraw within yourself. As it was, this was the voice that had saved a small part of your soul from dying off altogether.
“(Y/n)?”
You were frozen to the seat of the toilet, holding your arms very close to your chest. Unlike what you’d said on the phone, the left one was still bleeding, and whilst it wasn’t a bad amount of blood that you were losing, there was a higher risk the large wounds near your elbow would become infected.
“(Y/n), are you-”
You started softly weeping, a mixture of pain and mental anguish struggling to contain themselves at the sound of someone who cared. A part of you instantly regretted pulling anyone into the hellish busin
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   Jeongguk hadn’t realised he’d been dozing off that next day until his head almost made contact with his desk. He’d stayed the entire night and got a firm talking to from Chief Seokjin that morning when he found out Jeongguk knew apparently nothing of the lost audio and footage. He was lucky Namjoon always had his back. It wasn’t Jeongguk’s fault that the cameras were shit.
   It was, however, his fault that things were out of place.
   He remembered waking up from his desk once already, his police report staring at him and looking over to the cell to see Jimin, the criminal, sound asleep in the bed. The remnants of the previous night slowly returned to him the more he stared, and a blush creeped up to his neck.
   “Jeongguk!” Namjoon greeted, and slapped a hand onto Jeongguk’s shoulder. “How was the arrest, hm? Good report?” Jeongguk blinked, a little unsure of what was going on until he woke himself up enough to hand Namjoon the report on his desk.
   “Attempt to break and enter,” Jeongguk said tiredly. “Nothing serious, so I wouldn’t bother to press much charge on him.” Namjoon read over his words for a moment. “A small fine is what I say.”
   “Soft spot, Jeongguk?” Namjoon chuckled. “Says here, ‘Attempted to seduce and overthrow.’”
   “Shut up,” Jeongguk said, laying his head back down.
   Jimin was, as promised, let off with a small fine and a warning, as it really had been his first offense against the law, not counting the small one he had performed when he was merely four years old, which was stealing candy from a convenience store. And it was on accident, too.
   Jeongguk wondered what the hell else he was going to do in this line of work. Junkies, robberies, even murders. Easy. But he was putty to someone else’s seduction. That was something they seemed to overlook in his job performance interview a year before he was hired.
   Jeongguk usually spent his off days inside his home, trying to relax and completely forget about the five long days of his work week so far. He numbed himself with bad television dramas and gained back the weight he’d lost from running around in uniform with bad, sugary food. Average at best, he would call himself.
   But if he was so incredibly average, why the hell did Park Jimin like him so much?
   It was one night. One night and they were both willing and Jeongguk was already pent up anyways. Why in the hell did it matter?
   Jeongguk needed to leave the house.
   He threw on a coat and his hat, grabbing his wallet and even his badge, just in case. He always had it on him as was protocol, even though he could rat out a few other officers that refused to do so.
   It was late afternoon. Coffee would be best, he thought, but his mind was already going a million miles a minute, and he wasn’t in the mood for a caffeine crash along with his anxiety. He tapped his fingers on his thigh as he tried to think of something to do that could get his mind away from the thoughts he desperately wanted to be rid of. A bar was also out of the question. Jeongguk hated drinking.
   Ah. But a movie was probably the correct remedy. He sped down the street in the direction of the movie theatre, hoping that there was some movie playing that would completely distract him for a long while.
   As he made his way into the building, he bought himself a popcorn and soda, off to see some long, romantic-based movie that was sure to have him asleep in minutes, at least once he was filled up on crappy food. He took a seat near the back aisle and made himself comfortable as the previews played, sighing contently.
   “Is this seat taken?” someone asked him, and Jeongguk looked up to see a man with yellowish hair and a rounded face look down at him.
   “No, go ahead,” Jeongguk replied, and turned his attention back away as the man took the seat. He tilted his head and the man spoke again.
   “I love romances, don’t you?” he said, and Jeongguk shrugged.
   “They’re alright,” Jeongguk responded. No harm in a conversation. “I just came to get my mind off of everything.”
   “Hard week, huh?”
   “Mm, yeah.” The man held out his hand.
   “Min Yoongi,” he introduced himself. “And yourself?”
   “Jeon Jeongguk,” Jeongguk responded without a second thought, shaking the man’s hand. Yoongi nodded his acknowledgement and they both turned their attention to the movie, which was starting to begin.
   Jeongguk fell asleep almost instantly, popcorn half-eaten and soda watery by the time he woke up. He was sure Yoongi, the man next to him, had eaten some of his popcorn while he was passed out.
   “It was a good movie,” Yoongi started to say as they ended up walking out together. “I don’t know how you can sleep through something like that.”
   “Like I said, hard week,” Jeongguk replied. “You ate my popcorn, though.”
   “You were asleep, I wasn’t about to let it go stale in your bucket.” Jeongguk let out somewhat of a sleepy laugh. “Anyways, it was fun eating your popcorn, but I have to go. Got to help out a friend with a fine.”
   “A fine?” Jeongguk repeated. “What fine?”
   “Oh, he tried to steal something, I don’t know. He always gets into trouble, but this time he was being illegal.” Yoongi laughed. “Maybe I’ll see you?”
   “Yeah, maybe...” Jeongguk watched Yoongi strut off to his car, long, black, and sleek, beautiful compared to Jeongguk’s simple two-door car. Had Yoongi been talking about Jimin? Was Jimin the person with the fine that Yoongi had to pay off?
   Jeongguk hadn't​ said anything about being a police officer, but then again, Yoongi hadn’t asked.
   Yoongi... Why did it sound...dangerously familiar?
JiKook: Bad Boy, Bad Cop - 3
Yahh i did the third part and in the future there will be more smut and an explanation okkk byeee
also if u wanna yell at me on twitter its KingofHearts709 same as here xoxo
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Im gonna mass post some art soon tho xoxo
Being a Lyft driver paid fairly well. Usually.
Occasionally, Seokjin would get the asshole who vaped, or the one who needed to pay extra for his copious amount of luggage.
And, occasionally, he got the douchebag kid who had betrayed him and he refused to talk to for years.
That kid was currently in his backseat.
“Hyung,” Jeongguk whined, “just talk to me, why don’t you?” Seokjin gripped the steering wheel a little tighter. “Please? What’d I do?”
“Nothing,” Seokjin said. “You’re just annoying.” Jeongguk slumped back into his seat.
“I’m giving you the lowest rating ever unless you talk to me.” Seokjin frowned so much he was sure his face would stick like that, but he sighed and glanced back for a moment. He didn’t want to risk his rating system.
“Fine,” he agreed. “What d’you want to talk about?” Jeongguk leaned forward again and draped himself along the back of the passenger’s seat.
“I don’t know,” he hummed. “How’s life been for you?”
“Just fine.” It went silent for a moment.
“And...”
“And what?”
“You’re supposed to ask me how my life has been. It’s only polite, hyung.” There was no way in hell he was going to be overly polite to this...kid.
“How’s life?” Seokjin said, trying to relax himself.
“I got a dancing job,” Jeongguk grinned. “It pays super well, let me tell you. I’ve got two groups trying to get me to join them.”
“Yippee for you.”
“And I see you’re just being a taxi driver?” Seokjin glared at the younger.
“It’s Lyft. I choose my customers, and I don’t have a schedule. It’s much different.”
“Hyung. You’re a fucking taxi driver.”
“Yah! Watch your mouth!” Jeongguk hid a smirk into the cushion of the seat and stared out of the front windshield. “Why are you so interested, anyways?”
“Because I haven’t seen you for awhile. For, how long, let’s see...,” Jeongguk furrowed his brows and counted on his fingers before dropping them and looking at Seokjin. “Forever?”
“Give me a break,” Seokjin said. “It’s been a few years.”
“Doesn’t count. We were only in the same house together at a party, we didn’t talk.”
“No, but I saw you and that’s all I needed. Just knowing you’re still existing is enough interaction for me.” Seokjin couldn’t help but smile a little at Jeongguk’s hurt reaction. “Besides, you were talking to...what’s-his-face.”
“Taehyung?” Jeongguk guessed.
“Yeah, whatever. Seemed like you were having fun, didn’t want to interrupt.”
“Jealous much?” Seokjin fought the redness to his cheeks. “Why didn’t you ever just talk to me after that, then?”
“How was I supposed to do that?” Seokjin asked.
“Hyung, you do know that Facebook exists, right? I’m literally friends with everyone except you.”
“I’m not on Facebook.” Jeongguk scoffed.
“Figures. You’re so old.” Seokjin reached a hand back and smacked the younger’s arm, making him yelp. “Ah! I’m giving you a bad review.”
“Oh, really, what’s it going to say?” Jeongguk bit his lip, actually thinking before he snapped his fingers.
“Ridiculously hot and stubborn. Attacks his passengers for witty commentary.”
“I am not stubborn.”
“Really? Why did you refuse to talk to me forever?”
“It was not forever.”
“Why?”
“Shut your face.” Jeongguk frowned.
“I know why,” he said after a few moments. “Hyung, it was one dumb jacket, you know that-” The car jolted to a stop at the curb.
“It was my favourite jacket, you little shit!” he yelled, letting out a harsh breath. “God! My mom bought me that jacket as a birthday present!”
“Why are you so mad about it?” Seokjin crossed his arms. “I still have it, y’know, I can give it back.” Seokjin looked back.
“No! It’s been tainted with your horrible personality!” Jeongguk seemed taken aback, and Seokjin honestly didn’t know what he was saying, but Jeongguk looked down.
“I’m sorry, hyung,” he said quietly. “I didn’t know it was so important to you. I’ll buy you a new one, too, if you want.”
Suddenly, it was hard to stay mad at Jeongguk.
“I...,” Seokjin tried, but found it suddenly hard to keep his voice raised. “No, no, no. I’m sorry. I yelled, I didn’t mean to.” He uncrossed his arms. “You don’t have to buy me a new jacket.” Jeongguk looked up then. “You do, however, have to buy me dinner for being so annoying.”
And Seokjin had to admit, it was nice to see a genuine smile curl up on Jeongguk’s lips.
JinKook: Lyft
my dads a lyft driver sooooooo this happened xoxo
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Jimin was very adamant about the safety of others. Whether they were a stranger or not usually didn’t matter. He had an aid kit on him at all times. He practiced various therapeutic techniques and knew how to look for all the signs of abuse, depression, and various other assisting psychological factors.
He was...overprotective, according to the rest of his friends.
And Taehyung had definitely caught Jimin’s eye.
He’d been in a coffee shop, literally about to fall asleep when someone came through the door and jingled the bell, jolting him awake a little. He took the opportunity to take a drink of his coffee and watch the seemingly sleep-deprived customer order a drink, bumping into a table on his way. The man sat down with a biscuit in one hand, other hand propping his head up to stare at the wall absentmindedly. Jimin kept a close eye, and it was strange, him not being able to pinpoint someone’s problem by looking at them.
And then the customer took off his jacket, and Jimin caught sight of a few select bruises across his arm.
And Jimin was immediately thrown into a protective mode.
To Jimin’s luck, the customer was right next to the bathrooms, so when Jimin stood to pretend to use them, he caught hold of the customer and dragged him off towards the bathroom without a second word. Seeing as they were the only people at the shop at two in the morning.
“Yah!” the customer cursed, biscuit crumbs falling from his mouth. “What are you, crazy?”
“Hey, it’s okay,” Jimin said, softly in case this man was in fear of loud noises. “My name is Jimin.”
“Uh, okay,” the customer replied. “I’m...Taehyung.” Jimin nodded. He was getting somewhere.
“Those bruises,” Jimin said. “Someone gave you those?” Jimin walked forward a bit more and raised Taehyung’s arm to examine the damage.
“Wh- No!” Taehyung was quick to deny. “No one did anything to me!”
“Taehyung, it’s okay, you can tell me,” Jimin assured.
“Yeah, and I’m telling you that I’m not a freaking abusee, okay?” Jimin sighed, knowing it was going to be difficult to get the correct answer out of Taehyung.
“Taehyung,” he said slowly, gripping Taehyung’s shoulders, and pulling him into a hug.
“What?” Taehyung said in a whisper to himself, completely confused.
“I understand why you can’t tell me,” Jimin said. “It’s okay.” Taehyung lurched himself off of Jimin.
“I just told you!” Taehyung said, gesturing to his arms. “They’re not from any kind of...abuse!” Jimin looked at Taehyung.
“Then...what happened to you?” Taehyung rolled his eyes, as if it were completely obvious.
“I’m just a freaking clutz, you weirdo!” Taehyung said. “Y’know? Sometimes I can’t even wash dishes because I’m the ultimate clutz. That’s what these,” he motioned to the yellowish bruises, “are. Literally, every chance I get I end up knocking my arm into something or bumping my knee into a table. You really thought I was some lost cause?” Jimin simply stared at him.
“So...you’re not in any trouble?” Jimin asked after a few moments, and Taehyung shook his head slowly.
“Can... Can I go?” Jimin looked down.
“Sorry, I just...” Taehyung looked Jimin over. “I just wanted to help.” Taehyung took a moment to assess the situation. There was basically a stranger who was worrying about him despite not needing to, and Taehyung had just unintentionally made him feel bad by calling him weird.
“No, I’m sorry,” Taehyung said after the silence was beginning to get uncomfortable. “I shouldn’t have...called you weird, or anything. I know you’re just trying to help. So I’m sorry.”
“No, I’m sorry,” Jimin countered. “I shouldn’t have assumed you were being hurt, it was ridiculous of me to pull you out of your seat.”
“Seriously, it’s my fault, I should’ve known someone would be worried.”
“No, I shouldn’t have been worried in the first place.” At this point, both had one-upping each other, trying to get the upperhand in apologising.
“Hold on, hold on,” Taehyung said when Jimin opened his mouth to apologise again. “Let’s just agree that we’re both sorry, okay?” Jimin closed his mouth and thought for a moment before nodding.
“Hey, um...,” Jimin said, nodding to the door. “I have some ice packs in my aid kit if you need them. Even though they’re just accidental bruises, it’ll help.”
“Sure,” Taehyung nodded, following Jimin out of the bathroom. “You...want a bagel?” Jimin looked to where he had been sitting, seeing that all he had was a coffee.
“Sure,” he nodded. “I’ll... Can I sit at your table?” Taehyung nodded. It was so strange, their exchange, as Jimin moved his things and Taehyung ordered another bagel, taking his coffee which had been sitting for pickup.
Jimin watched Taehyung from where he was sat, making sure the ice packs were intact, since they hadn’t been used in awhile.
“Let’s see Hoseok try to make fun of me now,” Jimin said to himself.
TaeMin: Clutzoid
i dont know how or why i got this idea. i just know its weird. dont look at me, im a super clutz in a family of clutzes xoxo
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Kim V Taehyung. The V wasn’t arbitrary, of course, far from it.
V for Valentine, V for Venus, for Voluptuous, for Very, Very Hot.
In everyone’s eyes, Taehyung was literally the centre of the universe. From letters to confessions, longings to stalkings, Taehyung was the one person everyone pined for.
However, only one person did Taehyung ever pine for himself, and he barely knew Taehyung existed half the time.
“He is so damn pretty, though,” Seokjin ended up saying as he watched Taehyung, along with the rest of the cafeteria’s population. Jeongguk was busy eating at this moment, only looking up.
“Who is?” he asked, mouth full of food, looking around for the interesting pretty thing Seokjin had caught sight of.
“You know who,” Namjoon spoke, sighed. “It’s V again.”
“He’s just...,” Seokjin said, eyes following the pinee. “He’s so pretty all the time, sometimes I just wish-” But he was interrupted by Namjoon elbowing him. “Ah, Namjoonie! What was that for?”
“Yah, stop staring at him,” Namjoon said. “I’m your boyfriend, remember?” Seokjin nodded with a chuckle.
“Of course you are,” Seokjin said, leaning his head on Namjoon’s shoulder affectionately. “No one beats Joonie.”
“That’s right.” Seokjin’s eyes wavered again as he straightened up.
“But, you can’t deny that Taehyung is most likely the prettiest person in school, y’know?” Namjoon rolled his eyes again. And seeing as Jeongguk was only half-listening, he looked up again.
“Who is?” he asked again, eyes searching.
“Don’t worry about it, Kookie,” Namjoon said, giving Seokjin a look. No matter what, Taehyung would be the centre of attention wherever he went, regardless of relationships. Whether it was platonic appreciation or not didn’t usually matter.
“V!” a voice called out, and Taehyung turned to see a short boy rushing up to him. “U-Um...”
“What is it?” Taehyung asked softly, hoping that he hadn’t dropped anything.
“Um... Here!” The short boy handed Taehyung a letter with a flower attached to it. “Thank you!” He bowed slightly before taking off. Taehyung gave no bewildered response, simply opening up the letter and tucking the flower behind his ear so as not to ruin it.
“Dearest Kim V Taehyung,” it read. “I have loved you from the moment I laid eyes on you. You are the sweetest, most caring person to exist on the planet, and I desperately hope that a love will blossom in the moments we share together. If not, I sincerely hope that your life brings you great joy and love from another, and that you will be fulfilled in your days, until the end. Sincerely, Park Jimin.”
Taehyung grinned fondly at the letter, reading it over once more. He hadn’t gotten a letter from an admirer in over a week, and the words made his heart melt a little with affection. Though it was true that a love wouldn’t blossom between him and the short boy, Jimin, he appreciated the bravery and respect given through the letter.
“Park Jimin?” Taehyung asked the smaller boy, who was staring into the void of his locker. Jimin turned and nearly exploded at how close Taehyung was to him. “Thank you very much for the letter, but...”
“Oh, you hate me,” Jimin said immediately, looking down. “I’m sorry for the trouble, but I couldn’t keep it to myself any longer, I-”
“No, no!” Taehyung was quick to deny. “I don’t hate you. Your letter was very lovely, and I’ll always appreciate the kind words and affection, I just... I like someone else.” Jimin looked up then.
“Who?” Taehyung bit his lip, and Jimin was immediately more curious.
“It wouldn’t matter,” Taehyung replied. “He hardly knows I exist.” Jimin tilted his head, confused.
“Everyone knows you, Taehyung-ah,” Jimin said matter-of-factly. “How could someone not?”
“Well, he... I don’t know. It’s stupid, I can never-”
“It’s not stupid!” Jimin was now quick to deny. “What I said in the letter, I meant it. Even if you don’t love me back, I do want you to be happy. And...I’m willing to help you.” Taehyung widened his eyes. This hadn’t ever happened before.
“You... Really?” he asked, and Jimin nodded furiously.
“Of course. I would never compromise someone else’s happiness for my own benefit. Especially your happiness, Taehyung-ah.” Jimin shifted his stance. “So... Who do you love?”
Jeongguk was sat in class, incredibly bored with the various tangent formulas being written on the board. Namjoon said math was easy, especially algebraic formulas. Sure, maybe if you were a super genius, Jeongguk thought. Namjoon and his thousand-point IQ could go... Well, Jeongguk would rather not finish the thought.
He twirled his pencil in his hand, leaned on his desk, and started to feel his eyes close.
That’s when a piece of paper hit him straight in the face. He was lucky the teacher was turned around at the moment or else he’d be in bigger trouble than the time he passed out and actually fell out of his seat and onto the floor.
“Bathroom, first floor,” it read. “Immediately. Sincerely, a friend.” Jeongguk looked around for the paper throwing culprit, but everyone was busy jotting down A’s and B’s in parentheses.
“Sir, may I go to the bathroom?”
Jeongguk was rushing his way, partially thankful to be out of class, down the stairs towards the first floor boy’s bathroom, where he could hear faint arguing.
“No, I can’t do it, no!” one voice said. “Call it off!”
“I can’t call it off now!” the other replied. “He’s probably already on his way here!”
“So stall him and let me escape! I can’t do it!” Jeongguk took a few patient, careful steps, trying to be silent, but inevitably failing when he stepped in a puddle of water made from the broken sink.
“Go!” the second voice urged, and a figure was pushed out of the largest bathroom stall, stumbling backwards and looking around before laying eyes on Jeongguk.
“Hello,” Jeongguk greeted. “Did you send the note?” Jeongguk held up the note for inspection, and the person nodded.
“Um...,” they said, and walked forward. “Sorry, this is difficult.” Jeongguk tilted his head. “Um... I need to confess something.” Jeongguk took a moment to take in the surroundings. He was in a completely disheveled boy’s bathroom at school, during his math class, no less. A plus B equals C was still on his mind, but he tried to focus his attention to the boy in front of him. “I really... I love you. I love you a lot.”
Jeongguk was taken aback.
“C-Come again?” he said, blinking. “What’s your name?”
“My name is... It’s Hoseok, Jung Hoseok. I’m a year below you.” Ah. So that was why he didn’t recognise him at first. “You’re beautiful and smart and good. You don’t care what others think of you, and you only look for the good in others, and don’t only pay attention to their outsides. And... If you would have me, I would be eternally happy by your side.”
What?
Seriously, what?
“Y-You’re confessing your love to me?” Jeongguk asked, waiting for confirmation. “But I-I don’t know you.” Hoseok looked down. “No, I didn’t mean... I mean, I just... No one’s ever confessed to me before, I don’t...know how to react.”
“Nobody?” Hoseok repeated. “Really?” Jeongguk shook his head. “Oh. I’m sorry, I must’ve scared you off now.”
“No, you didn’t. It’s just... When it comes to these things, I don’t...really have any idea how to act or do...anything.”
“It’s okay,” Hoseok said. “Um... Would you be willing to go out with me?” Jeongguk wasn’t sure how to respond. Yes out of pity, or no out of honesty? He went with the latter.
“I’m sorry, but... I just don’t feel the same way, Hoseok.” Hoseok sighed.
“Thank you,” he replied. “It’s nice that you’re honest, even if it does break my heart a bit. If... If there’s any chance in the future that you change your mind, I’ll always be there, Jeongguk-hyung.” Hoseok bowed, and promptly let himself out of the bathroom.
Jeongguk was eternally astounded.
“Wait, you were confessed to?” Seokjin asked, surprised. “By whom?”
“A boy a year below me,” Jeongguk responded. “Jung Hoseok.” Seokjin hummed in understanding.
“Ah, I’ve heard about him,” Seokjin nodded. “I also heard he’s secretly pining for Min Yoongi.”
“It doesn’t matter to me who pines for whom, hyung,” Jeongguk shrugged, continuing his lunch. “It was just odd to know that someone managed to get me out of class just to say, ‘I love you,’ in the bathroom.” Namjoon chuckled, and Jeongguk managed a smile.
Although Hoseok was the first to confess, he wasn’t the last. Word travelled fast through the school, and soon many others were promptly sending Jeongguk letters and pulling him away from class to confess their love for him. Never before had he had to set aside time in the day to get through the many envelopes that had been put in his locker.
It was fascinating to him as the weeks went by.
By two weeks past, he was sure everyone in his year had sent him at least one letter. Some even came with pictures of themselves, some pictures of himself. Once, a giftwrapped box of chocolates was in his locker, which he returned to the sender with an apology and a thanks, seeing as he wasn’t accepting her confession.
“You look weird, Taehyungie,” Jimin said, watching Taehyung from the corner of his eye. Taehyung had his head on his desk. “What’s wrong?”
“Everything is,” he mumbled with a pout.
“Is this about that boy getting confessions?” Taehyung looked at Jimin as if to say, ‘Of course, Jimin, what the hell else?’
“He’s gotten so many letters, Jiminie,” Taehyung groaned, turning to lay his cheek on the desk and face Jimin.
“Are you jealous that your letter count has gone down, then?” Jimin asked.
“No.”
“Then what does it matter?” Taehyung simply pouted, and that seemed to give Jimin his answer. “Wait. Is it... Is this the same boy that you love?” Taehyung gave him the same, ‘Of course,’ look from before. “Yah, Tae, why didn’t you say something?”
“Because,” he sighed, raising his head and looking at the blankness of the chalkboard, “it wouldn’t matter anyways. He doesn’t know I exist, remember?”
“Yeah, but he could’ve known you existed if you had said something in the beginning!”
“He’s denied every person so far, what makes you think he’d accept me out of the rest of them?” Jimin thought for a moment, and Taehyung could’ve sworn he could see the confession area of Jimin’s brain churning at hyperspeed.
“I got it,” Jimin said, and Taehyung gave his full attention.
“Excuse me,” Taehyung said, stopping a few people in the hall. “Care to join a study group?” The few shook their heads. He dropped his arms with the few pieces of flyer paper, as he was trying to get people to actually take one. Of course, he was actually waiting for Jeongguk to walk past, but he never did.
That is, until after school came.
“Ah, excuse me!” Taehyung called. “Excuse me!” Jeongguk turned around to the noise and walked towards Taehyung, bag hanging off of his uniformed shoulder.
“Yes?” Jeongguk responded.
“Would you care to join a study group?” Taehyung asked, desperately hoping to get a confirming, ‘Yes!’
“Study group?” Jeongguk repeated, and looked at the flyer in Taehyung’s hand. “Really? How many people are there?”
“Just me and my friend, Jimin. But we’re looking for more people.” Jeongguk grinned and folded the flyer, pocketing it.
“I’d like to join, sure,” he said. “I’ve been meaning to join one, I have trouble with math.”
“Yah, that’s good! Jimin’s pretty good at math.” Jeongguk nodded. “There’s a meetup on Friday this week, right after school in the first floor library. Be there?”
“Sure,” Jeongguk said, nodding. “Thank you again, um...”
“Taehyung.” Jeongguk held out his hand.
“Jeongguk. It’s nice to meet you, Taehyung-ah.” Taehyung nodded.
“As it is you, Jeongguk-ah.” Taehyung watched in awe as Jeongguk left, the flyers in his hand crumpling a bit where he was holding them.
“Ah, Jeongguk!” Taehyung greeted when he spotted him walking into the library, Jimin waving by his side. “Glad you could come.”
“Definitely,” Jeongguk said, sitting down and putting his bag to the side. “Do we know what to study?” Jimin pulled up a notebook and studied various scheduling choices.
“Well, first, let’s all determine our schedules, and see what classes we all share...,” he said. All three brandished their schedules, finding that Taehyung and Jeongguk shared the same math and science subjects, where all three of them shared an English subject, and Jimin and Taehyung shared a history subject and one elective subject.
“So, English is the one class we can all study together,” Jimin wrote down, “you both can study two subjects together, and Tae and I can both study two subjects together.” Both Taehyung and Jeongguk nodded along, and the three discussed a schedule that they could work with, along with flexibility and times and places.
It was decided that English would be studied twice a week with all three, both Tuesdays and Thursdays. On Tuesdays, Jimin and Taehyung would study for their shared classes after English, Thursdays would be the same with Taehyung and Jeongguk. Despite Taehyung having to stay the longest on both days, Jeongguk and Jimin agreed to stay even if they had a different respective subject.
It was nearly perfect, and they agreed to set aside extra time before tests and exams, and agreed to all celebrate when they finished them.
“Jeonggukie,” Taehyung greeted when Jeongguk met in the town’s public library, two months after they had begun the study group. “Jimin texted me that he couldn’t make it.” Jeongguk nodded and set down his bag.
“Yeah, he texted me, too,” he said. “Something about his family outings again.” Taehyung let out a quiet chuckle so as not to disturb the library’s other visitors.
“So, should we still work on English without him?”
“I guess. It wouldn’t hurt, and I can catch him up on the study.” Taehyung shrugged and nodded, opening up his book and starting the session.
After an hour, Jeongguk stretched his neck.
“Okay, can we break for awhile?” Jeongguk said. “I can’t take another minute of learning nouns.” Taehyung sighed and leaned back.
“I know,” he said, stretching his arms. “The difference between there, their, and they’re is so confusing to write.”
“What say we get some food, then?” Taehyung nodded and packed up the books, watching with ease and slight adornment as Jeongguk rubbed tiredness from his eyes.
“Where should we go?” Taehyung asked as they strolled through the streets, bags in hand.
“Maybe sushi,” Jeongguk said. “I know there’s a Japanese restaurant around here somewhere- Ah! There!” Taehyung followed Jeongguk’s wavering pointed finger to the Japanese food market shop, small but easily popular with regulars, something Jeongguk was and Taehyung was not. Regardless, Taehyung followed the excited boy into the shop, letting Jeongguk order for him, as he had no idea what was what.
“Thanks,” Taehyung said as they left, sushi in hand. “Where should we eat?” Jeongguk looked around the busy sidewalk before turning to Taehyung and grinning, nodding to his left and leading Taehyung to yet another place he was bound to be unfamiliar with.
“Here we are,” Jeongguk said, climbing onto the swingset of the playground, careful to avoid the mob of children crawling across the way. Taehyung rolled his eyes as he took the other empty swing. “Nice, right?”
“Why a playground, Kookie?” Taehyung giggled. “What’s special about it?”
“Yah, don’t judge it, Taehyungie,” Jeongguk scolded, opening up his container of sushi. “I like it here. It makes me feel less...old.”
“You’re barely seventeen! You’re not old!” Jeongguk let out a loud laugh, popping an unagi roll in his mouth. “If you were old, you’d have wrinkles and be yelling at kids on your lawn.”
“I already do that anyways,” Jeongguk countered. Taehyung rolled his eyes and began to eat his tuna rolls, swinging a little in silence.
“You know, I never properly thanked you,” Taehyung said after a few moments.
“For what?” Jeongguk asked.
“For joining the study group.” He smiled down at his food. “To be honest, I may have almost failed science without your help.” Jeongguk grinned.
“Well...,” he hummed. “You’re welcome.” Taehyung nodded and they continued eating again.
“Are you done?” Taehyung asked, looking at Jeongguk’s empty container. “Here, I’ll throw it out.” Jeongguk leaned to hand Taehyung the container and he jumped from the swing to walk over to the trashcan.
What he didn’t expect was to turn around and catch someone standing in front of Jeongguk, handing him a letter. Then watching him read the letter. Then bowing when they were seemingly denied.
Taehyung had nearly forgotten Jeongguk’s new knack for attracting piners.
“Who was that?” Taehyung asked. Jeongguk shrugged.
“They were confessing,” Jeongguk said simply.
“And?”
“I told them I couldn’t accept.” Taehyung nodded in understanding, but couldn’t help but let his curiosity make an appearance.
“Why not? They looked cute.” Jeongguk shrugged, and Taehyung sat on the swing again.
“I don’t know what it is, Tae,” Jeongguk said. “I mean... It’s nice, knowing they care so much, but... I just feel like they only see me on the outside. Not the inside. Does that make sense?”
“Yeah, it makes sense.” Taehyung knew that from experience. “They only see you as this...idol.”
“Right?” Jeongguk chuckled. “I don’t know what started it. I think from that one younger kid, Hoseok? He was nice, but he must’ve spread some kind of word.” Taehyung laughed. “What’s so funny?”
“Nothing, nothing.”
“Well, in any case, it doesn’t matter. I like someone else, anyways.” Taehyung instantly felt a jolt in him.
“Who is it?” Taehyung asked. “Seriously, who?” Jeongguk looked at his feet and bit his lip.
“Uh... I-It’s Jimin,” he said, and Taehyung’s heart deflated.
“You what?” Seokjin asked incredulously. “You said you liked Jimin?” Jeongguk glared at the elder.
“Yes, how many times do I have to repeat myself?” he said, a little irritated. “I panicked!”
“So? You still lied.” Namjoon gave Seokjin an elbow to the side.
“Give him a break, Jinnie,” Namjoon said. “He panicked, he blurted, but he can still fix it.”
“Really, Namjoon-hyung?” Jeongguk said. “How am I supposed to fix this?” He stuffed a bite of food in his mouth.
“By telling Taehyung the truth.” Jeongguk scoffed.
“How?”
Taehyung was literally burning a hole in his paper by how fast he was taking down English notes. The teacher taught way too fast to his liking, and trying to differentiate various Latin roots was definitely proving difficult.
Although, as he reached end of his paper, a note was dropped onto his desk.
He unfolded it and, thanking that the teacher didn’t see, read it silently.
“First floor bathroom, quickly,” it read. “It’s very important, come as soon as possible. Sincerely, yours truly.” Taehyung quirked an eyebrow at the sender, and didn’t bother to look for the person who wrote it, instead raising his hand to request to go to the bathroom.
Once Taehyung had gone down the steps into the bathroom, he could hear the impatient tap of someone’s foot.
“Hello?” Taehyung called out. “Is anyone here?” Taehyung waited a few long, arduous moments, and was about to leave until the stall door opened and literally sent Taehyung for a loop.
Jeongguk was standing there with a small flower in his hand.
“Um...,” he said, then looked away for a moment. “Hey, Taehyung.” Taehyung tilted his head.
No.
Way.
“Jeongguk?” he questioned. “What’s this about?” He knew he didn’t have to ask, the answer already clear, but he still wanted to make sure this wasn’t a fluke.
“Taehyung, you...,” Jeongguk said, taking a couple steps forward and then taking a deep, calming breath. “You are positively one of the nicest people I’ve ever had the good fortune of meeting. I honestly never thought I’d meet someone as wonderful and caring as you are.” Taehyung listened with increasing focus. “Before, I’m not sure I even knew who you were. But then you asked me to a study group and I’ve been a lot happier - and smarter, I have to admit - than I was before.
“I’m coming to you now to apologise. Before, when we were at the playground, you asked me who I liked and I said it was Jimin. That wasn’t true, at all. It... I actually... I like you, Taehyung. I like you a lot. I don’t know if I truly love you, but I do like you, and I would like to be more than friends.”
Taehyung’s heart swelled and was on the verge of bursting.
Nothing - and Taehyung meant that - could ever come close to this. Every confession he’d ever gotten, every letter, every gift, none of them compared to what was in front of him now.
“Yes,” Taehyung found himself saying before he could stop himself.
“W-What?” Jeongguk said, nerves floating around his head.
“I-I said...yes. Yes, I would like to be more than friends.” Taehyung couldn’t stop the grin from forming on his face, and Jeongguk couldn’t block the contagion, instead letting a smile form on his face, too.
“Thank you, Taehyung,” Jeongguk said, then held out the flower, something he’d forgotten he was holding. “Oh, and this is for you.” Taehyung took the flower and tucked it behind his ear.
“I like you so much, Jeongguk,” Taehyung said, walking forward and holding onto Jeongguk’s chin.
“I like you, too, Taehyung,” Jeongguk breathed, and stood in bliss as Taehyung pressed the first kiss to Jeongguk’s lips.
TaeKook: Pine For One, Pine For All
ok, tbh i super love this fic, im in love with it, its so cute and good and pure and nice xoxo
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Okay, so, I have a Game Grumps AU story with Dan and myself (it's not creepy, shut up : P) that is pretty much ready to be posted, but I want your peeps' opinions on two things.

Should I:
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B) Post a modified version with original characters
C) Post both with different titles

And secondly, should I:
1) Post each chapter daily, once a week on the same day
2) Post it all in one go

I honestly want you guys to help decide, since if you don't, I'll end up trying to do it all at once. So, answers are your letter choice, then your number choice, i.e. A1, C2, B2, etc.
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Aw thanks!
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LalahBug Featured By Owner Nov 26, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you so much for the favorite on my Mark x Reader. It really means a lot to me~! ^~^
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