Strangers to Something Warm
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Namjoon already knows that he’s late but that doesn’t stop him from trying.
He’s practically performing parkour as he vaults himself down the last few steps, miraculously avoiding falling flat on his face. But his new-found athletic abilities are for naught as the last train pulls out, the sound of the trams screeching rather morosely as though in apology.
Wheezing and panting in a way he knows is probably not healthy for a person his age, Namjoon mentally prepares himself for a melodramatic 5 hour walk home when hurried footsteps approach the station.
Rushing in and looking every bit hassled and hopeless as Namjoon felt was him.
He's wheezing and cursing, watching despondently as the train vanishes deep into the tunnel and out of sight. Groaning, he looks over at Namjoon, giving him a hopeless smile that’s a whole lot more charming than it needed to be.
‘Well,’ he laughs breathlessly, ‘We’re fucked.’
Namjoon can only nod in agreement.Series
- Part 1 of On The Corner Where You Live
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Give Me Your Fire, Give Me Your Rain by unclassified_lkg
Fandoms: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS
01 Aug 2019
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Jungkook regrets everything.
He regrets not having signed up for his general courses when he was supposed to in freshman year.
He regrets putting his Introduction to Painting final assignment off until the night before the submission date.
He regrets buying this massive and useless art bag and impedes his walking abilities.
And most of all he regrets all of these regrets that all together, combine to catalyze a chaotic entrance into what was supposed to be the empty painting studio.
He's a little bit in pain, mostly in shock, and very much indeed embarrassed.
Because coming to check up on him is a bonafide Masterpiece of a Human Being™ and this is not at all how Jungkook ever wants to introduce himself.
‘Oh my god you’re concussed,’ he gasps kneeling down next to him and pulling his art bag away from him (wait that cost me so much money please don’t just chuck it to the side-!). But this Masterpiece of a Human Being™ pauses and looks at him with comic suspicion: ‘Or high?’
Jungkook wishes he could fade out of existence.Series
- Part 2 of On The Corner Where You Live
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"You have to survive"
When the world falls apart, there is no build-up, there is no warning.
Because if his work experience taught Hoseok anything, humans were much too fast to adapt and anything that took time to build-up, even if it was absolutely terrible or toxic or negative, humans just managed to somehow cope and operate alongside the slowly building wave of stress, anxiety, and self-doubt.
There is no build-up, no explanation, no introduction, no teaser to the shaky clips of phone recorded videos trending on literally every possible social media site.
There is no build-up to the blood, pain, loss, and death outside the walls of his apartment.
"You have to survive"
It's the last message he receives from his parents.
Survive.
He needs to survive. He has to.A one-shot based on the movie #ALIVE but make it VHope (sort of)!
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There’s a lot to think about.
Does Minho like Jisung?
Without a doubt.
I adore him.
Minho balks a little at the strength of that particular thought.
Jisung looks back at him, holding up two different scarves, clearly asking him for his opinion.
‘Blue,’ Minho says without really looking at the items.
There’s too much to think about – too much to lose. And Minho doesn’t want to give this up. Whatever this was.
Inexplicably, Jisung turns around to look straight at him.
Minho is not sure how to school his expression. He feels like he’s been caught staring- he most definitely was, but he can’t look away.
And then Jisung smiles at him – it’s not his usual wide laughing grin, his flustered shy smile, or even his mischievous smirk.
It’s a smile just for him.
And Minho knows it’s not wishful thinking or his imagination –he would have to be dead to not see the way Jisung looked at him. The way he smiled at him.
Private, tentative – a gentle invitation extended towards him, waiting for acceptance.
And Minho finds himself wanting to accept.
More than anything, he wants to accept it.