Its Pretty Silly But...

It’s Pretty Silly But...

I’ve been forcing my elder sister to watch “The Tale of the Nine Tailed” with me; which she doesn’t find interesting at all and I realized that she’s just like Yeon as a sibling whereas I’m like Rang.

Here’s why I think like that,

My sister and I are inseparable. We share a bond like no other. We are both the same kind of crazy. And I think our craziness has made our connection stronger. I won’t go into details but I think you get it.

Anyway, now the thing is, we almost always watch movies/tv series together. We interpret them in our own ways, make theories, fanfiction etc. together. That’s a part of our friendship.

But since she had to move to the University campus for 2 months (this was the very first time we had to stay apart), I felt her absence almost all the fricking time. For the first time in my life, I’ve realized how clingy I am to her.

It was between those times, I’ve watched “The Tale of the Nine Tailed”. I’ve already mentioned that we both are kinda obsessed with fictional worlds. So, I’ve immediately fell for Lee Rang and I couldn’t wait to share my feelings with her. I’ve waited everyday, thinking I’ll watch it together with her again when she’s back.

Now she’s back and I’ve been practically begging her to watch it. And after many emotional blackmails she half heartedly agreed. The problem is, it doesn’t feel like the way I’ve imagined. I can’t really explain all my thoughts (mostly feelings) to her as openly as I did before. She can’t relate to anything and she is really hating it.

I have to persuade her to watch every single episode. We had watched till episode 8 and she is still not liking it. And I’m kinda tired of forcing her.

Can you see the parallels? I think you do. I’m so fucking pathetic like Lee Rang. STUPID ME...

Jimin - Blue

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Your Wish Is Granted

Fandom: Tale of the Nine Tailed

Characters: Lee Rang, Reader, Reader’s stalker.

(y/n = your name)

Requested by @skater-girl1997​

It was like a dream. I still have to look at the piece of newspaper, that I have put on my wall, to remind myself that the night was actually true.

I went to a nearby bar to get some drinks to help myself sleep. But it was a wrong idea, coming to the bar alone. I saw Alex.

Alex started following me on Instagram last month. He sent me a text saying that I looked pretty at a party. Naturally I replied with a ‘Thanks’. But since then, he kept texting me all the time even though I showed no interest in talking to him. After a while he started to show up everywhere I went. Finally, he asked me out and I told him that I wasn’t interested in him at all.

That should have been the end. But instead, Alex decided to stalk me. He would not approach me directly but will look at me from a distance. It was driving me insane.

He was there, at a corner, pretending to drink while glancing at me every now and then. I couldn’t let him know I was alone. I desperately looked around me to find someone to talk to.

And then, I saw him. A handsome man in all black. His hair was dark and so was his eyes. There was an unmistakable hint of charm about him. Most importantly he seemed to be alone.

Without thinking what to do next, I went to him straight and hugged him.

He struggled to push me away but I whispered in his ears, “There is a man following me. Please help!” Then I let go.

He glanced behind me and saw Alex looking at us. He gave a sly smile and nodded at me, “Do you want me to get rid of him?”

“I would love to get rid of him. He is been stalking me for the past few days. It’s creeping me out.”

“Your wish is granted.” He said.

I didn’t understand what he meant. But he ordered two drinks for us and gave one to me. “If you want me to pretend to know you, we have to talk, right?”

“Yeah. My name’s y/n. What’s yours?”

“Lee Rang.” he replied rather dramatically.

There is something in the way he talks. It makes me curious and gives me chills at the same time. “How old are you?” I found myself asking.

“How old do you think I am?”

“I dunno. You look so young and ancient at the same time.”

He laughed, “Good thing that you said ancient!”

I was about to ask what that means when Alex came to interrupt us. “Who is he?” he asked with some authority.

“As if I have to answer that.” I muttered.

Lee Rang stood up and went closer to Alex. He said something like, “Aren’t you supposed to be somewhere?” Then suddenly Alex left without saying a word.

“What was that about?” I asked.

Lee Rang again came back to his seat. He looked at me and said “Finish your drink. We’ll go for a walk.” I felt suffocated inside the bar. So I accepted his offer.

We were walking while the chilly air of the night surrounded us. I had a sudden urge to hold his hand. “Are we still pretending to be together?” I asked.

“Will it hurt if we do?” he raised his eyebrows and smiled at me.

I felt something silly going on inside me whenever I see that smile of his. I grabbed one of his hands. He let his fingers slipped between mine’s. We were walking hand in hand just like a couple. The moment felt so magical.

At a little distance I could hear sirens and a lot of people gathering over a tree. I could tell by the look of it that some accident might have happened.

I said, “Let’s go and check.” and let go of his hand and ran to the spot. Pushing my way forward I saw a car was hit at the tree. There was a boy inside who stayed motionless. As I looked closer, I saw that it was Alex.

I quickly looked around searching for Lee Rang. But he was nowhere to be seen.

Boy With Luv

Note: I found this prompt on Pinterest and it sounded promising. The first person that came to my mind was Yoongi. So I wrote a fan fiction about him. A little reminder that it is totally fictional. The character I made has nothing to do with the real Min Yoongi. Anyway, I hope you like it.

Fandom: BTS Pairing: Min Yoongi x Female reader Genre: Fluff and Angst Warning: Implication of self-harm, slight swearing, little drinking. Word Count: 3k Words

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“WHAT? It’s already 8:45?” I needed to hurry or I’d miss my 9 a.m. English class. I jumped out of my bed and changed my clothes as quickly as I could. I sprinted out of my house checking my watch to found that it was already 9.

A trip from the bus stand to my college took almost 15 more minutes. I started to run once I got down from the bus. I was breathing heavily when I opened the door to my class.

“We’ve already discussed about our new project, dear. Since, you’re late, your partner will explain it to you. Mr. Min Yoongi, as you’re the only one left without a partner, you two may pair up.” The professor announced.

I was too shocked to give any reaction while Yoongi just nodded. Every other seats were already taken. So I had to go sit on the back with this guy called Min Yoongi. The whole class went on in a blur. I glanced at my partner twice. He seemed to be really absorbed at whatever he was writing on his notes.

First, let me put some words about Min Yoongi. He was majoring in Music and we only had English course together. He looked very intimidating. I never saw him talk with anyone unless it was necessary. The only time he talked to me was when I was with my best friend discussing about our plans for a sleepover and he told me I was being too loud to be on the library. Since then, I tried to avoid him at all cost.

But now, he was my partner for the English project, whatever it was. I was already too nervous to approach him about the matter.

Once the class was over, he said to me, while packing his bag, “We have to write ‘Daily Words of Affirmation’ to each other for the next five days.”

“Huh?” was the only thing that came out of my mouth.

“The group project?” he raised his eyebrows.

“Oh right,” I said, “the group project. So, I have to write something positive to you from when exactly?”

“From today.” He headed to the door. “And also,” he turned back, “You can write a hand written note or send me via email, whatever way you’re comfortable with.” And he was gone.

“So, that’s it?” I thought to myself, “No other instructions? Can’t he just sit and talk like a normal person do when they do group projects?” I was getting really annoyed at this guy by then. What could I possibly write when I couldn’t even find anything good about him?

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My hair looked like a mess as I repeatedly ran my hand through them. “Oh, come on! Think like a mature person. Everybody has some good aspects about them.” I forced myself to think of something nice. The fact that by the end of the week we had to submit our interaction to our professor was more frustrating.

As I didn’t know him very well, I thought about writing something about his appearance instead. What was I going to write anyway? It wasn’t like I found him very attractive or something.

I closed my eyes and tried to imagine his face. For some reason he looked like a cat to me. I smiled to myself, “Fine! I’ll write that.” I hoped he’d take that as a compliment.

“You look like a cat.” I typed on my laptop. It sounded too rude. I tried to think of a creative way to put it. I typed again.

“Though lazy, cats are really skillful in hunting. Somehow, your face reminds me of a cat. Can’t wait to find out what you’re good at!”

I was really satisfied with whatever I wrote. Before I could send it, I got an email from Yoongi first.

“With or without glasses, your eyes are the most appealing bit on your face (that’s my personal opinion).”

I was taken aback. I couldn’t picture Min Yoongi writing me that. Also, his message sounded better as a Words-of-Affirmation than mine. I still couldn’t think of a decent thing to say. So without working myself up I sent my message.

Before going to bed I went to the bathroom to wash my face as a part of the night routine. I took off my glasses and stared into my eyes in the mirror. The last time someone told me that my eyes were beautiful was in grade 8. That was before I started wearing glasses.

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I was prepared to talk to Min Yoongi the next day. I needed to find out something to write this time. It was so frustrating last night that I finally built up my courage to get acquainted with this seemingly rude guy.

We didn’t have English class that day. So I texted him to meet me at the cafeteria whenever he could. After waiting for what seemed like an eternity he texted back, “Come to the library.”

“Oh God! That library again. Does this guy even think about other people’s conveniences?” But it seemed like I had no other choice. I was determined to ace that English course no matter what. So, burying my ego I went to the library.

He was sitting at the far corner, his usual place. I got closer and saw that he was reading ‘The Alchemist’ by Paulo Coelho. That caught my attention and I spoke up without hesitation, “I read that book last month.”

Yoongi glanced at me once and got back to reading again. I sat beside him. I tried to take the conversation further, “They say this book helps you to find your true destiny. But I guess I was too caught up with All-thing-is-one stuff to notice that.”

“Don’t worry.” He said turning a page, “Some people read with their eyes and not their minds.”

“Excuse me?” I felt offended, “did you just consider me as one of those people?’

He shrugged his shoulder while still keeping his eyes on the book. As a book lover his words felt like an insult to me. Why on earth did I end up being partnered up with a guy like him on a project like this?

I decided it was time to be frank, “Listen here, Mr. Min Yoongi. I wanted to talk to you only because I felt it was necessary to know you better. You know, for the project?”

“Yes, I know.” He shut his book close and stared at me. His eyes looked cold. It felt like he was daring me to say something more. Something I was desperately wanting to throw at him.

The next moment I saw something else in those eyes. But I couldn’t figure it out then. I turned to go away when I heard him say under his breath, “Because no one in their right mind would want to know me.”

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What could he mean by that? It ought to sound like a threat. But I felt like it was a cry for help. The more I got to know him, the more mysterious he was getting.

At least I was relieved. Because by then, I had already figured out what to write to him next.

“There’s hope for you because you read with your mind and not just the eyes.”

I wrote that thinking he was clever enough to see the sarcasm in it while our professor would have no clue, being unaware of the whole situation. I sent the message and went on about my day.

I got his email at midnight. I immediately opened it.

“You’re a natural optimistic, always seeing the beauty in the ugliest of places.”

I pondered over his words. If he really meant whatever he wrote, that would mean he had took enough time to put some serious thoughts about me.

“That’s for the project only, you silly!” I told myself.

As I went to bed, his face appeared in front of me. The way he looked at me when he said, “Yes, I know!” I felt like I knew the second expression on his face, “Was it, perhaps, sadness?”

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I texted him again the next morning, “Are you busy? If not, let’s meet again.” I had thought about his last message to me. It was rather a compliment. I was truly an optimist. My father once told me it was a strength to hold onto. So, I decided I would not let that go so easily just because some guy was trying to act tough.

I got a reply, “Actually yes, I’m kinda busy. Currently working on my new music.” After a second, another message popped up, “Sorry about it. Maybe we can meet at evening?”

It didn’t sound too bad this time. He was actually trying to be polite, whatever the reason might be. I didn’t write him back. Instead I went straight to the practice room.

It was a huge hall with different instruments here and there. I found him sitting at the very corner with a piano. So, he played piano? I always wanted to take piano lessons. For some reasons, I was never able to.

There was no one in the room. I moved closer to hear him play better. He was scribbling in his notes something I couldn’t see. I patiently waited without bothering him. Then, he started to play.

The music slowly started to build by the time. The sweet music turning into something, I dare say, emotional. I felt my heart getting heavy. My feet felt numb. I stayed motionless as I took in every stroke of the key within myself.

How could a person seemingly so cold, make music so touching?

Yoongi finished the whole piece and looked back at me, directly into my eyes, as if he knew I was standing there. A drop of tear fell from my eye. I suddenly realized my cheeks were wet.

“What did you name it?” I asked about the beautiful music he had created.

“First Love.”

We were sitting across the table in the café. I had a latte while he ordered an Americano. “Did you really make that?” I asked.

“Yeah.”

“It was so beautiful. I have never heard anyone playing a piano before. You sounded like a piano prodigy or something.”

“You’re saying that since you never heard anyone playing a piano before.”

A moment of silence, then I broke into a laugh. I was getting used to his kind of humor by then. Yoongi’s smile slowly built on his lip. His cheeks turned red as he said “thank you” in a low voice.

“What?” I said loudly, “I couldn’t hear you. Did you just come up with another savage reply of yours since the last one didn’t bother me?”

This time his smile widened to reach up to his eyes. That was a sight I never saw before. He looked so innocent with that gummy smile of his. I suddenly felt something inside my stomach twisting.

He felt like a boy I could love.

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Was it even possible? Could people really fall in love with someone so easily? Or maybe I was mistaking infatuation for love. Even if I wasn’t in love with him already, I was pretty sure I would be soon if I continued to get closer to him.

One thing was clear. Whatever the feeling might be, it was too strong to ignore. Never in my life had I felt something so deep.

“You are so full of love that you should cherish your ability of making such lively music.”

I didn’t hesitate to send him the message. This time, I waited eagerly for his reply. His words were reassuring. They made me feel alive. They made me realize, I had something in me. But again, that was exactly what the project was all about.

I waited and waited. At some point I fell asleep on my reading table. I woke up at about 10 p.m. I quickly checked my email. The message I was waiting for had already arrived.

“You’re a light in the darkest room, a bright star in the night sky. You’re someone’s hope in the time of complete despair.”

I knew I would keep thinking about it all night.

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10:43 p.m. I texted him, “Can’t sleep.”

“Me too.” A quick reply.

“Wanna meet?”

“Sure.”

11:04 p.m. We were sitting on the park bench. The night was surprisingly cold. I was grateful for the beer Yoongi brought with him. But I was getting high by the time.

“I don’t know what to talk about.”

“Don’t worry. I like silent company more.”

11:18 p.m. I could feel the alcohol was making me a little drowsy. But I didn’t want to go back just then. “What are you good at? Other than music?” I said trying to avoid the sleepiness.

“I used to play basketball in high school.”

11:35 p.m. I decided it was time to talk about some real shit, “I want to get a tattoo so bad.”

“Get it then.”

“My mother will kill me.”

Yoongi shrugged his shoulder. Then he unbuttoned his sleeve to show me his bare wrist. I spotted a faint white line there, “What is that?” As soon as I asked that, I knew I messed up.

“Shit.” I swore, “Sorry.”

“If you ever decide to get the tattoo, take me with you. I’ll get one here.” He raised his wrist again.

“Fine! Let’s get going then.”

11:49 p.m. Yoongi drove us to the tattoo parlor I always passed by and fantasized about getting in.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this.” I almost screamed in excitement. Yoongi smiled at me and my inside melted.

They were not allowing us to go inside since it was almost closing time. I practically begged them to let us in. After a minute or two, Yoongi stepped forward and said something to the guy I couldn’t hear properly.

Finally they let us in.

12:14 a.m. We were driving back from the parlor. “Don’t you want to see my tattoo?” I asked.

“You probably got it somewhere no one could see.”

I smirked, “I’ll show YOU though.” I lifted my shirt to show my waist where I got a little bow.

“What did you get?” I asked Yoongi, “Can I see it?”

He showed me his wrist. There was a small line drawn along which were the piano keys. It was so simple yet I knew how important it was to him.

He said, “Piano is my savior.”

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I woke up late with a headache. I quickly lifted my shirt to check my tattoo. It was there, fresh as new. I smiled to myself, “So it wasn’t a dream after all.”

I took a pain reliever and made myself some mango juice. I checked my email and found Yoongi’s message. Just the thought of reading it made my whole body squirmy.

“You’re a rebel at heart.”

It was such a compliment to me. All my life, I’d only had dreams. But I felt like a coward every time I stepped away from fulfilling them. I decided, as soon as my semester would be over, I’d start getting piano lessons as well.

“Maybe Yoongi can teach me.” I thought and smiled.

It was my turn to return the compliment.

“The courage you have to show the vulnerable side of yours, makes you stronger.”

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I texted Yoongi that I had three classes, so I would meet him at evening. I already missed more than half of the first class since I woke up late. During the other classes I kept checking my phone often to see if he had replied. There was none.

Once my last class was done, I called him. It sent me straight to voicemail, “Hey Yoongi, it’s me. Just called to know when you’re free so that we could hangout… Yeah! So, call me back when you can, okay?”

I was waiting anxiously all evening. But there was not a single text or call from Yoongi. I kept wondering what could be the reason.

“He’s probably busy, that’s all.” I tried to reassure myself. But there was a part of me which felt like something was not right.

Maybe my last message mentioning about his vulnerable side was too much. Maybe he never meant for me to see that, but he was drunk enough to let that slip.

It was already midnight. Yoongi hadn’t contact me for a whole damn day. I was really stressed at that point. I felt like I had messed up. I wanted to cry.

“Why do you have to be so clingy, you pathetic bitch?” I shouted out at myself. That didn’t help. Since there was nothing I could do, I finally fell asleep wishing that as soon as I woke up, everything would be okay.

I checked my phone the next day. There was still no reply. So, I felt like it was time I wrote my final Words-of-Affirmation to him.

“You are someone’s favorite person in the entire world.”

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Yoongi texted me that evening, “Meet me at the park.”

I saw Yoongi waiting for me beside the park bench we were sitting on two nights ago. I went to him and he looked up, his expression unreadable.

“Why didn’t you call me yesterday?” was the first thing that came out of me.

“It doesn’t matter.” He said, “Our project ends today.”

“Project?” I was too confused. What did he mean by that? Were we just hanging out because of that stupid project? I felt too numb to react to that.

Yoongi took some time before he said slowly, “It doesn’t feel right.”

“What?” I asked.

“We shouldn’t be hanging out.”

“And why is that?” I was getting a little angry at him.

“Everything’s happening too fast. I don’t think I’m ready to handle them.” He sounded as if he were scared.

“Yoongi, it’s okay! We all feel overwhelmed at times. It’ll pass. Just take it easy and see what comes next.”

“No!” he said, “Please, don’t try to get too close. We’ll both end up being hurt.”

“I’m sure that won’t happen.” I stepped forward. But Yoongi took a step back.

“But you don’t know me.”

“I want to know you.” I said, “At least give me a chance.”

Yoongi gave out a mocking laugh, “How can you do that when I don’t even know myself?”

That was it. I couldn’t bring myself to say anything else. I stood there in silence. Tears threatening me every moment to burst out.

“There is a lot I still need to figure out.” Yoongi said finally, “I need to find myself first in order to let people get close to me. I don’t want to lose any loved ones anymore.”

He came closer and took my hands. He gave me a folded paper and said, “It’s my last message to you. Forgive me for everything, will you?”

Then he walked away. Tears kept falling from my eyes as I didn’t stop them anymore. Crying was the only way I knew to deal with grief.

I opened the paper when I got home.

“You have so much potential in you that once you realize your destiny, no one can stop you from achieving it.”

Whatever the destiny was, I didn’t know it. All I knew was that what Yoongi needed was time. And I could surely gave him that. But I was not going to give up on him.

My Masterlist

Henceforth, I totally love Suga

Today, I discovered the rap songs “First Love” and “The Last” by Suga (Agust D). And I swear to God, I cried. Never in my life I imagined the lyrics would be so deep and the emotions so raw.

The Last: At first, let’s talk about “The Last”. I have known that Suga had a troubled relationship with his parents. I could only imagine how hard his childhood had been. Hats off to Suga for being too brave to write about such a hard time of his life so vividly.

How he had struggled with depression, OCD and anxiety at such a young age, how his own parents never understood him, how he had self doubt to the point of comparing himself to a monster, how he had survived (I dare say) attempted suicide and finally how he had masked it all out with his cold posture.

Imagine going through such a tough time and confronting it. Including such details about his own life in a song was really brave of him and he had owned all my respect for that. I’m really happy that the song ends with a little bit happier tone where Suga assures us that he is doing okay now.

First Love: Though in the beginning I thought it would be a romantic song about his love life, the first line of it changed that immediately. It was about him falling in love with music which is metaphorically presented by the image of a brown piano.

Music was always by his side and had helped him fight against all the problems. So basically, music was like a coping mechanism for his troubled life. Due to this passion he had found in music he was finally able to overcome every hard situation and became who he is today.

This is probably the best rap song I’ve ever heard in my entire life. It was so beautiful that I cried without any hesitation. Even seeing Suga performing it live on stage, struggling to fight back tears, broke my heart.

I am grateful to Suga for giving us these songs. I really hope he finds peace within himself and live the best life for more days to come.

How each BTS member will give a gift to their crush (Female reader)...

Note: This is totally fictional. This is to show how I personally perceive each BTS member and think how they will act in this specific situation.

1. Jungkook:

Jungkook was waving at me as I walked towards the shopping mall.

I wanted to buy myself something because I finally graduated from the college I was desperately wanting to leave. And I accidentally told that to Jungkook. He insisted on coming with me saying it didn’t look nice, my coming alone for such an occasion. I told him it wasn’t a big deal. But he would do whatever he wanted to and sometimes what his Hobi hyung requested him to do.

“You are late as always.” Jungkook pretended to look annoyed. I smiled and took his hand as we went inside.

The shop we went to was way too expensive than I anticipated. But the clothes were so damn good. I desperately searched for something that I could afford.

Seeing me struggling to choose, Jungkook brought a beautiful black and white top with a high-waist pant and showed it to me. The set was so beautiful that an automatic ‘wow’ reaction came to my face in an instant.

“So you like it?” Jungkook gave me a wide smile, “put it on.”

I shook my head and tried to explain to him. But he didn’t even listen to what I was saying. He simply pushed me toward the changing room. Once inside, I checked the price. NO WAY!

But I still put it on just to see myself in the mirror. I never felt more beautiful. In fact, I looked gorgeous. Jungkook really knew what looks good on me. I smiled at myself.

I came out of the changing room in my regular clothes. Jungkook looked confused, “What happened? Didn’t it fit well?”

“It fitted perfectly. But I can’t buy it. Not today. Let’s go somewhere else.” I said it straightforward without giving him a chance to speak. Jungkook was frowning. I putted the set back at their place and walked out of the shop.

“Thank you, anyway, Jungkook.” I said, “your choices...” I trailed off as I looked behind only to found that Jungkook wasn’t there.

I was a little confused for a while. Then I saw him coming out of the shop carrying a shopping bag with the same old wide smile on his face.

“You didn’t, did you?” I glared at him.

“Why?” he asked as if he had known nothing.

“Jeon Jungkook, what the hell?” I shouted at him.

His smile was gone. He was looking at me with his big doe eyes. After a moment of silence, he said, “You know, my eomma always says that if you get out of a shop without buying something you desperately wanted, it’s bad luck.”

I laughed out at this. “Seriously, Kookie? You don’t have to lie like that to emotionally blackmail me into accepting that.”

His big wide smile returned as he handed me the shopping bag.

2. Taehyung (V):

I was just about to go to bed when my phone dinged with a notification. It was Taehyung. My immediate thought was something might be wrong. Taehyung always texted me whenever he was upset since we were really good friends and I was a good listener.

“Are you awake?” his text read. Before I could write anything back he again texted, “Since you’ve seen my text, you’re awake.”

“What happened? Is everything okay?” I texted him back.

Taehyung was typing while I waited anxiously. Finally he wrote, “Don’t worry about me. I’m outside your house. Please come down.” followed by a smiling emoji.

“This alien!” I thought. Though I liked him a lot, he could get really annoying at times. The temperature was really low outside. I wondered what he was planning at this hour of night.

I was still thinking whether I should go or not when he texted me again. “Aren’t you coming?”

I knew I had to go. Otherwise his feelings would be hurt. He would be going away for tour tomorrow. I wouldn’t be able to meet him any time soon. Not even this Christmas.

I put on a sweater and headed outside. Taehyung was smiling at me. The smile that always warmed my heart whenever I was having a bad day. I could see he was shivering from the cold. So, I asked him to come inside.

He replied with a “No” and then immediately added, “I brought you your Christmas gift since I won’t be able to give it to you on Christmas day.” He showed me the box he was carrying. I hadn’t noticed it earlier.

“You could have simply send it by someone. You didn’t need to come here at this weather.”

“But I’m going away. The flight’s at dawn.” he said in a rather sad voice.

“Whatever” I still couldn’t agree with him, standing there in cold, shivering from my head to toe.

Taehyung gave me a wicked smile and said, “You’ll regret saying that, you know? Because I am taking THIS back.” He pulled out a pair of converse from the box.

“NO WAY!” I shouted in excitement, “They are for me?”

“They WERE.” he said mockingly, “since you don’t need them...” he turned to go back. But I hold his hand, “Oh, Tae-Tae, I’m sorry.”

He turned back with his box smile on his face. I hugged him in excitement, “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

3. Jimin:

“It’s been a while since we last met.” Jimin said while stirring his coffee.

“Now that you’ve mentioned it, that’s right. I was quite busy with my school works lately. I haven’t met any of my friends since God knows when.” I finished with a heavy sigh.

Jimin smiled softly, “Thank you, y/n, for having a coffee with me.”

“Don’t need none of it.” I said casually, “So, tell me, how’s things going on with you? You’re probably the busiest person I know.”

Jimin gave a little laugh, “you just said it yourself. But...” he stopped.

“But?” I urged him to continue.

“I’ve missed you, that’s all.”

I wasn’t expecting that. It sounded a little too straightforward to tell a friend you meet once in a while. I mean, Jimin was quite a friendly guy. It was always easier to talk to him no matter how long we’ve been out of touch. But him telling me that I was someone he had missed sounded like something I’m not used to. 

“Oh!” I said rather awkwardly.

Jimin pulled his chair closer and said, “Will you do me a favor, y/n?”

“Depends?” I was confused.

“Close your eyes”, Jimin commanded. “Please!” he added.

I had my doubts what he was doing. But I still closed my eyes for just a second. The next moment I opened them and said, “it looks so stupid.”

“Please, y/n, just do it. For me?” he further requested, pouting his lips.

This time I really closed my eyes. I could feel his hands reaching out to catch mine. My body shivered a little at his touch. Something very smooth was pushed through one of my hands.

“Done!”

I opened my eyes only to found that a cute little scrunchie with a long bow was hanging by my hand.

“That’s so cute, Jiminie!” I said with a smile. “Thank you!”

In return, he smiled and got back to his drink.

4. Hoseok (J Hope):

I was crushed by the amount of assignments I was due this week. I planned on an all-nighter to compete those. After some hours, I started to doze off in the library. My phone ranged and I woke up with a jerk, causing my coffee to fall on the ground.

“Shit!” I swore and picked up the phone, “Mom, I’m coming home late today. Don’t wait for me.” My mom asked me if I had dinner and I lied that I already had. Then she hung up.

I went to get another cup of coffee from the nearby café. When I came back, there was a meal kept on my place. It was third time this week. Someone is putting snacks for me whenever I’m at school.

I looked around to find it’s owner. But there was no one around. I set down and noticed a note attached to it.

“Don’t miss your dinner no matter how busy you are.”

Who was doing this? Was there anyone stalking me? My friend found it really cute that someone out there was buying me snacks and looking after me. To be honest, I found the attention amusing too. But this was getting out of hand. I desperately wanted to know who it was.

As I was really hungry and didn’t want to waste the meal, I opened it. There was a hamburger and sprite, my favourite. I smiled to myself and had them.

The next day, I found a box of cookies on the seat where I usually sit. My friend chuckled and said, “Here we go again. This person is really crushing on you so bad.”

“But this will do.” I said, “from now on, I’m not accepting anything unless I know who they are from.”

As I was about to raise from my seat the person sitting in front of me looked back and asked, “What are you gonna do with it?”

“I’m gonna throw it away.” I replied.

“But I thought you said you will accept them once you know who they are from.”

“Huh?” I was confused.

“Allow me to introduce myself” the person rose from his seat and stretched his hand toward me, “I’m Jung Hoseok.”

5. Namjoon (RM):

I was rubbing my face furiously removing the angry tears that was running down my cheeks. My stupid boyfriend, EX-boyfriend actually, broke up with me saying that I was a self centered bitch. Namjoon set beside me on the park bench and offered me the chocolate milkshake that he brought with him.

Since I was super upset I had called Namjoon to come earlier. I didn’t know why I did that exactly. But Namjoon was someone who would not judge me and support me unconditionally unlike my other friends.

I still refused to take the milkshake. Namjoon nodded and set there silently, waiting for me to break the silence first.

“Do you know, what he said?” I turned to Namjoon.

“It doesn’t matter as long as you don’t believe it yourself.” Namjoon said it as if it was the easiest thing to do. I knew what he was trying to do. He was trying to make me feel like it wasn’t my fault. He was trying to cheer me up in his own ways.

“I feel like I’m going to burst.” I said wiping my tears again.

“How about you break something?” Namjoon offers, “Maybe you’ll be at peace afterwards.”

I chuckled at this, “So, that’s why you keep breaking things?” Namjoon laughed shaking his head.

Suddenly something popped inside my mind. I went straight to my car and brought my diary with me. Namjoon looked confused, “Are you going to write on that?”

“Nope” I said, “I’m gonna burn it down to ashes.” And then I really did. I tore the pages one by one and put them on fire. The process was slow, but Namjoon waited and watched patiently. As I did it, the memories of my writing on my diary just how much I was in love with that little piece of shit, came back to me.

As soon as I was done destroying my favourite thing on earth, I broke down. I started to sob violently. Namjoon hugged me gently and stroked my hair. “It’s going to be okay, y/n. I’m always here for you.”

The next day, I woke up late. As soon as I went to the table for breakfast or lunch, whatever it was, my mom said, “Honey, you’re awake? One of your friends came this morning. He asked me not to wake you up and gave you this.” She handed me something wrapped in a gift like manner.

I went to my room and closed the door. I opened it up and found a cute ‘Koya’ diary inside. The note read, “Try writing about the reasons why you should love yourself instead. This might help.”

6. Yoongi (Suga):

During my free time, I usually went to the library since I was a huge book nerd. I dreamt of having my own little library though I couldn’t buy books very often. So, the nearby library was my only option.

I was heading for the library when I met Suga on my way, “Oppa! What are you doing here?”

“I came back from the bookstore.” he held up the book he bought from the nearby bookstore. It was ‘The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy’ by Douglas Adams, one of the science fiction books I was dying to read.

“As far as I know, that book is not available in the library or the bookstore.” I said as a matter of fact.

“Really?” Suga looked startled, “Maybe you didn’t notice it, that’s all.”

“No!” I argued, “I specifically asked the owner about it and he said so himself.”

“Why would you specifically ask about this one?” he held up the book again.

I shrugged my shoulders, “Isn’t it obvious?”

“Oh yeah!” Suga nodded, “You told me about buying it online once.”

“Since it’s in the store, I’ll go take a look.” I was about to go when Suga stepped in front of me.

“You don’t have to.” He insisted, “take this one. I already regret buying it.”

“Why do you regret it already?”

“You know, y/n?” he showed clear sign of annoyance, “you talk unnecessarily too much.” He handed me the book and said, “I have to go now. Unlike you, I’m a very busy person.” And he was gone.

I was a little pissed at him for acting that way. I still went to the bookstore and found the owner. I showed him the book and asked if it was being bought from his store. He shook his head and told me they didn’t have that book yet.

7. Jin:

“Yay!” I shouted with joy as I won the round of monopoly against Jin.

“How could I not see that coming!” Jin made a surprised face.

“Now, remember? What the deal was?” I reminded him about the deal we made earlier that whoever won would get to ask for something from the other.

“Anyeo!” Jin shook his head furiously, “Let me process this whole situation at first.”

I could hear Jungkook shouting from the couch, “Jin Hyung is messing with you. He won’t accept any defeat and you won’t get any reward as well.”

I would not let that happen. This was my first time winning any game against Jin. I would make sure Jin remembered it for the rest of his life.

“Mr. Kim Seokjin, accept your already pitiable defeat without embarrassing yourself any further.” I commanded.

“Alright, alright!” Jin finally gave up, “What do you want from me?”

“Let me think,” I said, “how about…”

“Don’t say anything,” Jin stopped me, “I have just the thing for you.”

I argued, “But you’re not supposed to choose the reward for me.”

Jin got up and went to his room without paying any heed to me. After a while, he came back with a box wrapped with some printed paper. He handed it to me and said, “Open it when you go home.”

“Alright!” he shouted at others, “everyone, come at once if you want to play another round of monopoly.”

As soon as I got home, I opened the wrapping paper and found what’s inside. It was a whole set of different kinds of colors, pens, stickers and notebooks. With them there was a note, “Good luck”.

Last week, I got accepted into the fashion school I was wishing to get into my whole life. When I told it to Jin, he didn’t even give any reaction to that other than just a “Good for you!”

But Jin had already prepared the gift beforehand. Now I knew why he had offered me to play a game with him. He really had his ways of doing things.

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