WHY AM I CRYING THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL

WHY AM I CRYING THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL

an abundance of mondays (m)

genre: college!au, childhood friends to lovers!au

pairing: jeon jeongguk x reader (f)

word count: 15k

contains: fluff, angst, smut, mutual pining, oblivious best friends in love, exasperated but well-meaning best friend yoongi, a happy ending because I’m a sap

warnings: marijuana use, alcohol consumption, underage drinking, swearing, explicit sex in the form of: (loving) dirty talk, fingering, penetrative sex

summary: “why the fuck would it be easy? you’re disgustingly in love with your best friend. of course it’s complicated.” he pauses to roll his eyes, as if he hasn’t just laid out the most secret parts of you here in the middle of the campus dining hall.

alternatively, it’s an old cliche, falling in love with your best friend. it’s a shame none of the stories ever told you it would feel like this.

soundtrack: fools - troye sivan | tokyo - rm | not in that way - sam smith | … and more!

- written as part of the @ficswithluv​ luv library project in the music category & also MAJOR shoutout to the absolutely lovely gia @fantasybangtan who gave this two read-overs, helped to inspire a few key moments, and is just generally the best ♡

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Flame

Hey guys, Amanda here! I’ve been kind of slow on this update but again I wanna limit my posts to about once or twice a week. I’m a busy girl, ya know? Being 18 ain’t easy xD Anyway, I am actually really proud of this one, the inspiration just kind of streamed through me when I was writing it. Let me know if I should make it into a series! I hope you like it as much as I do and if you do, please heart it, reblog it, or follow! Love y’all, stay safe, and borahae!

Genre: bad-boy yoongi! au

Pairing: yoongi x reader

Word Count: 938

Warnings: pyromania, intense descriptions of fire and setting things on fire

Summary: Yoongi should learn to not judge a book by it’s cover, especially when it comes to Y/N, who is a lot more than what she seems.

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  “Take me on a ride.”

  He looked up at me with a raised eyebrow and took the cigarette that he was about to light, “What?”

  “I said, take me on a ride.” I stood before him, wearing my neatly tucked-in blouse, grey blazer, and grey pants. My hair was previously tied up into a slick ponytail before I had taken it out after exiting the building where my office was located.

  He scoffed, looking me up and down, “You’re kidding, right? Little Miss Princess who wears pencil skirts and ‘Mary Jane’s’ wants to ride on a motorcycle with the big bad wolf?”

  My eyes narrowed in my classic intimidating stare, however he seemed unaffected. “Don’t pretend to know anything about me, Min Yoongi.”

  He shrugged and shook his head before placing the cigarette back in his mouth and taking out his lighter. He pushed the trigger, causing a flame to erupt. The orange glow flickered as it caused the end of the white cancer stick to light up red. The hue of the colors could be compared to the colors of the sky, although the sky was more toned down and had pink in it. The sunset was beautiful. If I were sitting on my roof and watching it like I used to in my teen years, I would feel complete serenity. Calm, happy, and relaxed. However, the gorgeous mix of pinks and oranges in the sky could not compare to the vibrant orange flame that had lit the cigarette between his lips. His hands were rough, veins coursed through them. His fingernails were slightly dirty and his knuckles were slightly bruised. Mysterious and appealing is how I would describe them as one of them shielded the flame from the slight breeze and the other held down the trigger that ignited the flame. But again, not as appealing as the fire that had captured my attention. 

  I stared into it, my eyes glazed over. Ever since I was small, the dangerous element had always intrigued me. I remember staring into the fireplaces during the holiday season while my family talked about whatever - I never paid attention to the conversation. I was too enraptured by the flames. I remember how I would always have candles in my room, providing me light. I preferred it that way, instead of turning on the headache-inducing bright light of my bedroom. Natural light had always been favored over artificial light during my lifetime. My friends who came over thought I was some type of hippie, but alas they were wrong. I just liked fire. The smells that encased my room from the candles were just a bonus. 

  When I grew into my teens, my interest in the destructive hue of orange had grown. From me playing with sparklers and fireworks in abandoned buildings with friends to burning pages of books in a bucket. There is nothing more beautiful than the charred ends of paper where the words had once rested but were now gone forever. It’s aesthetically pleasing, the crisp ends of burnt book pages. Which is why I burned over half of my books in the small bucket in my backyard. 

  Bonfires were always my favorite hangouts. My friends and I would have one or two every summer just to appreciate each other. From cheap stolen beer that they had copped from their parents to roasting marshmallows on a stick. They were always fun, and I was able to stare at the fire, lost in my thoughts as my friends enjoyed each other’s company around me. I was unable to resist the flickering of orange, the warmth that it gave off. Enough warmth to make me want to engulf myself inside of it. I’ve never tried though. I may be intrigued by flame, but not enough to set myself on fire. Maybe enough to hold my hand over a lighter until small blisters made their appearance, but not enough to commit suicide. 

  He chuckled, his deep voice had an edge to it, slightly raspy as he inhaled the cancerous fumes from the lit cigarette. The flame that I had been staring at for who knows how long had been taken away far too soon and abrupt for my liking. I blinked a couple of times to process, to come out of my thoughts and away from the fire. He put his lighter in the pocket of his leather jacket as he leaned on his motorcycle. His brown eyes searched mine, looking for something. For a motive. For any possible reason as to why I have approached him. His search was a lost cause, because I, myself, was unable to make clear as to why I was intrigued by him. By this mysterious man with rough hands and a cigarette addiction. Maybe it’s because he’s dangerous. Maybe I’m just attracted to danger. My mother had always called me a daring girl. From all the abandoned buildings I explored as a teenager, to the adventures into unknown places that I’ve indulged in, to the crowd of misfits I called friends, to my very love of flame, I would say she was right. 

  “You’re playing with fire, little girl.” His raspy voice cut the silence, cut the tension that I was sure that only I had felt. He wore a small smirk, almost as if he was daring me, curious to see what lengths or what ends I would go to. 

  My eyes sparkled with excitement, an excitement that I haven’t felt in years. A shit-eating grin grew on my face as I looked him dead in the eyes, “Good thing I’m a pyromaniac then.”

Damsel (KTH)

I’m not gonna lie, this is probably the worst thing I have ever written. I’ve been so busy with work but I promise you that the next ones won’t be so bad. It’s also hard to find inspiration these days so if you wanna send in requests for BTS members, it would be helpful. This is kind of a short one. Also, would you guys be interested in my other non-BTS writing? Let me know ;) Heart it, reblog it, and follow me if you like it, love you all! Stay safe and borahae <3 

Genre: Stranger to lovers!au

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Word Count: 944

Warnings: stalking, swearing, mentions of weapons, flirting, bad writing and no editing

Summary: Does fate exist? Maybe. If it does then it has one twisted way of bringing you and Taehyung together, the man that had to save you even though you two have never met a day in your life. 

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  You held out your phone, opening the camera and flipping it to face you. You pretended to look at your appearance, making sure it looked okay. That’s what it would hopefully look like to the man who had been following you for a few blocks now, a black hoodie covering their face, baggy jeans, and boots. However you were glancing in the camera, angling at a position to see if he was still behind you. He was. 

  He had been following you for five minutes, keeping a distance away. You don’t know if he was dumb enough to think you wouldn’t notice, seeing as there aren’t that many people on this street or if he was just daring enough. Either way you didn’t know if you could fight him with the pepper spray you had on your key chain or if he was too dangerous and had a weapon. You didn’t wanna take that chance. And it’s not like you’re being irresponsible walking out and about the streets at some ungodly hour of the night. It was merely 6pm, maybe 6:30 at the latest. The sun was still shining, it being golden hour. 

  ‘What to do, Y/n. What should I do.’ You kept walking at a faster pace than normal while you panicked inside of your head. You looked around at your surroundings. No alleyways to escape into and use your pepper spray, a family of 3 were walking on the opposite side of the street but you didn’t wanna bring possible danger to the toddler and her two parents. None of your friends had answered your calls and you were scared. Terrified, to say the least. 

   ‘This is it. I’m gonna die. I’m going to be kidnapped and be just another one of those faces on the missing persons descriptions on milk cartons. My mother will never see her child again.’ It was in the midst of your frantic thinking that your unbeknownst savior walked around the corner. You decided that this male, who you thought looked safe enough, was worth the chance of getting you to safety. 

  You sped walked up to him shouting, “Babe! There you are, I’ve been calling you for minutes now! Lets go get dinner or something.” You walked into his arms, pulling him into a hug despite the surprised and confused look on his face. You leaned up to his ear to whisper, “Please help me, this man has been following me for blocks now.”

  The man relaxed in your hold, giving a fleeting glance to the shady figure a few meters back before saying loudly, “I’m sorry, darling. My phone is on silent. Where do you wanna eat?”

  You visibly relaxed although you could still sense your stalker behind you, watching this unexpected encounter. “Oh nothing fancy, lets go to McDonalds or something.” You stated, hopefully loud enough for him to hear. 

  Your savior nodded, putting an arm around your shoulders and turning around to walk to the nearest McDonald's, which was only a few blocks away. As you were walking, you noticed how natural and how composed this man was. ‘He’s a good actor’ you thought. It almost seemed natural to lean into his side, whether it be to continue this couple act or because you wanted to was not clear to yourself, but hopefully it convinced your follower that you were dating this man who had his arm around you.

  Thankfully, McDonald's was pretty busy. Busy. That meant people. Witnesses. In case your follower was psychotic enough to try to do anything in front of them. Thankfully, he wasn’t. He let out a small swear and turned around, walking in the other direction. He had given up. Once you glanced around in the line for food and didn’t see him, you let out a relieved sigh and moved away from the man who had saved you. As you two stood in line, you got to look at him. He was attractive. Long legs, built chest, biceps seemed large from what you could tell. His face though, was even prettier. He had a roundish face, puppy eyes, and plump lips. He had slightly messy and curly hair that fit him perfectly. You looked at him from head to two and god damn did this man have a great fashion sense, if the Gucci belt on his waist had anything to say. 

  You two received your order of nuggets and went to sit down. 

  You looked at him with a small smile, “Thank you so much…” You trailed off, realizing you didn’t even know this man’s name.

  “Taehyung,” He smiled back, “and don’t worry about it. Just doing my manly duties and saving a damsel in distress.” He winked playfully at you. 

  You giggled while dipping a nugget in sauce, “Well I’m definitely a damsel and I was definitely in distress,” You joked before your smile faded a bit, “But seriously though, if you hadn’t helped me, I don’t even want to think what could have happened to me.” You took a bite of your nugget.

  He shrugged, “Of course, it was no trouble, really. Plus, now I’m here on a dinner date with you. Happy ending.” 

  Your cheeks turned pink, “Yeah, I guess so.”

  He smirked at you, “How about you pay me back for my oh so dutiful kindness with a proper date, m’lady?” 

  You laughed at his ridiculous language and nodded, “Of course, Sir Knight.” 

  You ended up giving Taehyung your number before he dropped you off at your apartment. If fate existed, then it had one twisted way of bringing you and Taehyung together. But you were glad that it did. 

Comfort (KNJ)

Hey all, Amanda here! So I know this one doesn’t really focus on the relationship between Joonie and Y/n but I was just free-writing one day and this was the end result. Despite the fact that it doesn’t focus on their relationship, I still feel like it’s important to put it out there because it focuses more on mental health and being there for your friends. Please, if you know anyone who is going through a hard time, let them know that you are there for them and continuously check up on your friends! Love you all, stay safe, and borahae <3

Genre: Best friends!au, angst, fluff

Pairing: Namjoon x reader

Word count: 663

Warnings/TW: mentions of mental health, mentions of suicide, mentions of depression, mentions of depression in youth

Summary: “I feel like I’m more of a background character.”

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  “I feel like I’m more of a background character.” 

  “What do you mean by that?” he asked.

  I shrugged, “Just like, we only see our own lives. However mine is so uneventful, so boring, so...worthless-”

  “That’s not-” He tried to interrupt you.

  “No, just, please listen. It’s not that I think I am worthless but more like the life I’m living is worthless. Like background characters. Nobody really cares to read into their stories because they are so focused on the main character’s. I feel like nobody really ever tried to get to know me, and if they have then they were left unimpressed or couldn’t really care enough. I’m always there to offer advice, maybe make you laugh, or accompany you on an outing, but nobody really reads into me.” You gave a weak smile, kind of a pathetic smile, actually. You looked back to the night sky, trying to distract myself from the painful pain of the wound I just reopened. 

  He kept looking at you, “I’m sorry you feel that way.” Namjoon didn’t know what to say. How could he not notice his best friend was feeling like this?

  You barked out a spiteful laugh, not towards him but more so towards the world. “You don’t have anything to be sorry for. It’s not your fault I feel like this. I don’t know, Joonie. It just feels like the only reason I’m living right now is because I don’t want to become ‘just another statistic’ on the suicide chart on Mental Health dot com. But then again it’s not like I actually want to kill myself, I’m too curious to do that. I want to see what becomes of me, I just am so scared that I won’t be able to see something great when it happens to me because I will still feel like this. I’ve spent the better part of my teenage years feeling like this and I am so scared that I will continue to feel like this for the rest of my life. And because I’ve been like this during my teen years, I wasn’t able to fully discover who I was, who I am. So I guess I’m just feeling lost as hell and I don’t know what to do.”

  Namjoon watched as you let out a big sigh, as almost you were relieved from the weight on her shoulders. He didn’t want you feeling like this. He didn’t think anyone should have to feel like this. He didn’t understand how you were able to hide this from him for so long. How has he not noticed that his best friend was drowning? He didn’t know the answers to these questions, but what he did know was that he didn’t want you to feel alone in the process of finding yourself.

  He put his hand on top of yours and gave you a reassuring smile, “I don’t think I could understand what you’re going through, having not been through it myself, but you should know that even if I can’t know what you are going through, you don’t have to face it alone. I will always be here for you, while you find yourself again. Or maybe not it's not the old you, but a new you. It doesn’t have to be scary to find a new version of yourself, it’s actually called growth. Or in your instance, character development.” You giggled at his choice of words, but were eternally grateful for his friendship and guidance in that moment. You didn’t know what you did in a past life for the world to give you such a great friend. 

  “Thank you, Joon.” you whispered, laying your head on his shoulder. The two of you spent the rest of the night looking up at the stars, enjoying each other's company. He was right, you shouldn’t be afraid of who you might become, and you were going to start searching for whoever that person may be.