1/366 Days With BTS

1/366 days with BTS

— CHOOSE; DUTY OR LOVE?

if you were forced to choose between honor on the one hand, and those you love on the other; what would you do? we all do our duty when there is no cost to it; honor comes easy then. but, sooner or later, there will come a day in your life when it is not easy.

for love is the death of duty; and sometimes, duty is the death of love.

you must make that choice yourself; and live with it for the rest of your days.

house— stark. heir— jungkook. sigil— direwolf. words— “winter is coming.” seat— winterfell.

read the legend.

he was promised to another, meant for another to hold and to love and to kiss. but when his hand lingered on yours for a moment too long to be proper, and when his eyes held yours for a beat too long to be a passing glance, you allowed desire to creep into your veins, to take root inside your heart. perhaps before you might have been permitted to love him freely. perhaps he might have even been promised to you instead. but war was no place for the wants and desires of two people, no matter how much they yearned for it to be.

house— targaryen. heir— hoseok. sigil— three-headed dragon. words— “fire and blood.” seat— dragonstone.

read the legend.

the great beasts plummeted into the god’s eye with such ferocity that you feared the water would rise up and swallow your ship whole. even in the pale moonlight you could see the lake stained red, and you were certain the dragonriders could not have survived such a fall.

house— martell. heir— taehyung. sigil— a spear piercing the sun. words— “unbowed, unbent, unbroken.” seat— sunspear.

read the legend.

when he took the helmet off, shaking out his damp hair even as the strands still clung to his skin, he stole your breath away. the cheers for the prince were deafening, but it was as if there was no one else but the two of you when you gazed upon his bright smile. his dark eyes were almost on yours when the screams of his opponent cut through the air. all the eyes in the tourney turned to your eldest brother, the ground beneath his lying form quickly staining red.

house— tyrell. heir— seokjin. sigil— golden rose. words— “growing strong.” seat— highgarden.

read the legend.

“you won’t regret it,” he said, so quietly and so sincerely that you believed him. “i promise you.” his arms were firm around your body, holding you close, but his fingers were gentle on your skin. you wanted to stay in his embrace forever, wanted to lean back so you could see his face, wanted to push yourself forward to press your mouth against his. you didn’t know for certain if he meant the words that spilled from his lips, but you wanted to believe them; so you did. 

house— lannister. heir— jimin. sigil— gold lion. words— “hear me roar.” seat— casterly rock.

read the legend.

and stood there beside his horse, he looked every part the lannister prince. his eyes met yours amongst the lords and ladies seeing him and his men off, and he smiled wickedly as he walked over to you. taking your hand in his, he bowed to press his lips to your knuckles in a chaste kiss that would draw the eyes of the people around you. then he pulled you close, until you were pressed to his armor clad chest, and you hoped the lords and ladies were enjoying the show he was putting on for them.

house— targaryen. heir— yoongi. sigil— three-headed dragon. words— “fire and blood.” seat— dragonstone.

read the legend.

he had fallen to his knees, eyes ablaze with fury, and blood splattered on his mouth. this was the man they called the young dragon? you wondered why he would garner such a name amongst his people. you wondered if they would still call him the young dragon when he returned or if they would whisper behind his back at his failures. when the man’s eyes met yours, you were glad he was just that; a man. for if he had been a dragon like that of the blood that ran in his veins, you supposed he would have swallowed you whole.

house— stark. heir— namjoon. sigil— direwolf. words— “winter is coming.” seat— winterfell.

read the legend.

centuries of independence, of strength, of power, gone in the blink of an eye. it was all gone, the moment that his knee touched the snow beneath your feet. his face was set in stone as hard and as unforgiving as the one’s used to build the castle. history would remember him unkindly, you knew.

but what they would not know was that yielding was the most honorable thing he could have done.

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Gonna be sweating over this for a long time.

victor's game (01) || jjk

⇢ summary: jeon jungkook survived the games with strength and pure luck alone, yet now lives trapped in nightmares and terror from the horrors he has seen. suddenly forced to relive his trauma only a year later, his sole mission is to mentor a girl from his district to ensure that she makes it out alive—and that he does not suffer the consequences if he fails. (the hunger games au)

⇢ genre: action, angst, bits of fluff

⇢ word count: 6.25k

⇢ warnings: violence; swearing; psychological distress; eventual minor character death

⇢ note: obviously, the concept of the hunger games do not belong to me but to suzanne collins! i was re-watching the first film and started writing this bcause i kept thinking of other situations to throw characters into :’) also, i play around a bit with the ages of the bts members (i.e. jungkook is older than some of the members bc that is how the roles fit in the story!) future parts can be found in my masterlist.

⇢ parts two and three can be found on my masterlist! tumblr isn’t allowing posts with links to show up in tags anymore, sorry :(

Jeon Jungkook was sentenced to die at the age of eighteen.

He is twenty years old now. His nineteenth birthday came and went during the middle of the Games the year prior, and since then, he hadn’t really felt nineteen. He hasn’t felt much of anything at all, really. Some days it is as if time had halted before lurching forward in that arena, forcing him to grow older due to the sheer force of memory.

He is at the beach of District Four on a day when the bay air is salty and fresh, wind whipping his cheeks red, when Seokjin informs him of the news.

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things king namjoon said at the grammys:

"it's always been in korean actually. it's all korean babe" when asked if there'd be any english in the album

"my ears are itching because, you know, somebody's hating right now like on twitter, or anywhere. but you know, we have our fans and they purple us and with that we can get everything they want"

"I really hope we get a nomination next year. should I say it in english?"

"the rehearsal - it was a bit out of order"

"I mean it's their rule that you can't perform if you're not nominated. but they told us like 2 weeks ago that we have to perform"

just shaded grammys in general we love to see it

and of course last year's "we'll be back"

One Single Shot: A big single shot, hitting the whole world, is coming. After that day, my life completely changed…