Haunted

Haunted

Min Yoongi x Reader

Angst

“I’m forever haunted by the memory of you, no matter what I do…”

Ooof lord, I wanted to cry after reading this please don’t kill me!

The cool air hit your skin as your eyes clouded with tears, it was hard… it was so hard to fight the horrible feeling in your stomach and chest. Your stomach was churning with disgust, the urge to vomit was becoming unbearable….

You stilled in your wake, breath hitching in your throat as the person in the bed beside you turned themselves toward you. A rough hand finding its way to the curve of your hip. The sime touch brought along a burning sensation that was less than pleasurable.

You shut your eyes tight, praying for the pain in your chest to go away. It hurt so much to even breathe. Even as though you felt you were all cried out, your eyes never failed you as they brought a warmth to your cold face. Cascading down, reminding you of the smooth velvet of his skin.

The warmth of your tears reminded you of the light within him, that refreshing warm light that could only be described as ethereal. As you shut your eyes, willing your tears to cease their reign, you were burdened by the image of him.

His soft features, pale skin almost as soft as silk. His pouted lips that would form your name so beautifully. His dark eyes, almost as dark as coal except for the light that existed whenever he was happy. And he was happy. He was so happy.

You gritted your teeth, your lips so chapped the simple movement made them bleed. You could almost hear his voice in your head nagging you, asking you why you did the things you did…

As you calmed your breathing to the best of your capabilities, you slowly removed the hand resting on your skin. Making your way out of the tainted bed, you slipped on the ripped black jeans with ease. It seemed as if you had been here a billion times…

The sun was beginning to rise, the sky began to fill with rich shades of yellows, blues, and pinks. Some of the stars still shining bright despite the sun slowly making itself known. You looked back at the man on the bed, a complete stranger, you couldn’t even remember his name.

As you let yourself out, the morning air whipped around you and your boots hit the concrete with force as you trudged your way home. Your head a mess of thoughts as you still attempted to figure out where everything had gone wrong. As you gripped your purse tightly in one hand, the other found its way to the heart shaped locket hung around your neck.

The cold silver was refreshing against your fingertips, your surroundings passing you by like a blur. Your feet took the familiar path home, working on their own as your mind seemed to be elsewhere.

“Hey, it’s Yoongi… look please don’t be angry with me, I just… I cant string you along like this… We have to draw the line somewhere my love.”

His voice was so shaky and apologetic. You had only ever heard him sound like that twice in his life. The first time being when you had gotten in such a bad fight you threatened to leave him. You shook the memory out of your head, still hearing the shattered glass and sobs that broke the silence of the small once shared apartment.

The second time was when he had gotten the Job in Seoul, he was fulfilling his dream but he knew eventually he would have to leave you behind. Yet in that moment he was so happy, his eyes had almost never shown that bright. The cheers and sounds of multiple shared kisses was like music to your ears, you would do anything to feel that sensation again. To feel his affections once more.

“You know how important this is to me… But God, you don’t know how much this is killing me!”

The way his voice had cracked so clearly as if it was taking everything in him not to scream out his emotions that were ready to burst within himself, it had almost killed you inside.

As you looked up at the tiny light blue apartment complex in front of you, your chest constricted with an aching pain. So strong that it knocked all the wind out of you. A place you once called home with another, with him specifically was now just an empty space with too many memories.

You made your way up the stairs to the soft grey door and took the silver key out of your pocket, the small bend in the ridges making you smile softly to yourself. Remembering the way you had struggled one night to get in the house without making love to him right there on the porch. The way his hands skillfully memorized your body, it was like white hot fire dancing along your skin yet so familiar.

You pressed the key into the lock, it gave little to no push as the door clicked open revealing your cold apartment. How had your once beloved home become a place you dreaded being in? It was all because of him.

A sigh leaves your lips as you hang your coat and kick off your shoes. The feeling of the stranger with no name last night ghosts on your skin and you can’t shake the feeling. Within a few minutes, you’re in the shower under scalding hot water. Hot enough to burn, yet the feeling doesn’t go away.

“I’ve got to go to Seoul, I can’t take you with me. If I’m going to focus on this career I can’t have any distractions or ties to anyone outside the group. Please understand…”

As you hold your head in your hands, leaning slightly against the shower wall you’re haunted by his voice in your head. The water still burns once more, though it seems to soothe the ache in your limbs, it only seems to help the physical pain. After ridding of the evidence from the night before you’re snug once more in one of his old hoodies and sweats.

A cup of coffee warm under your finger tips as the sound of birds begin to fill your head, yet the taste of the coffee in your hands and the smell of him on his clothes that you adorn only seem to bring your mood down once again.

“Please… know that I love you, I love you so much… I’ll never forget you, I don’t even think that’s possible… so please don’t forget me, no matter who you meet. Know I’ll always be somewhere thinking of you… I’ll be back for you one day, I’ll make this right, I promise…Until we meet again. Take Care.”

Your limbs were aching as your head was throbbing in pain. As you listened to the voicemail for what seemed like the millionth time, you only sighed. It had been three years that he’s been gone. It didn’t even seem like reality.

For three years you had been going through hell and back as he was out there making his dreams come true. He probably didn’t even give a shit about you now, he had other things to worry about.

It was like something out of a story book. For years he had been in your life and then he was gone, just like that. All good things must come to an end one day right?

With your head in your crossed arms and the blood rushing to your head you could barely hear the soft sound of the front door clicking open. It was when you heard a soft voice mutter your name when your bloodshot eyes snapped wide open. Your head lifting slowly to look over at him in the door way.

“I told you I would come back for you, Please let me be with you once more. I still love you, so damn much.” He breathed shakily as you took in his appearance.

Anxiety and yet relief spread across his face as you took all of him in. His dusty converse, tight leather jeans, stripped hoodie and black hat resting atop his head. A duffle bag on his shoulder and his house key in his hand. His eyes held dark circles under them, his lips were raw from his habit of biting them whenever he was nervous.

His hair was bleached and tuffs of blonde stuck out, his once shiny black hair was no more. He dropped his bag without a care in the world and you stood up slowly, caught like a deer in the headlights. Wondering if your mind was playing a cruel trick on you, you stepped forward and reached out for him. His eyes shone bright as they took in the sight of the necklace around your neck, yet they grew dark at the deep dark colored marks the stranger had left on you the night before.

“Am I dreaming? Are you really here in front of me?” You whispered, almost afraid of the answer. “I’m here, I’m here now… I’m not leaving no matter what happens.” He said shakily once more as his hands found your face. His touch was still warm, it was him… it was really him.

“Remember me?” He whispered before pressing his lips to yours with so much passion you thought you would burn alive under his touch. His arms wrapping themselves around you, one of his hands gripping onto your hair pulling you closer to him. Your arms found their way to his neck, locking him in place whilst your hands knocked off his hat and immediately gripped at his bleached locks.

It was only when your thoughts of pure bliss and peace filled your head and was killing you into false hope when a high pitched ring and scream made you succumb to darkness…

Your heart beating so fast you swore you could hear it as you awoke in your bed, a cold sweat making you shiver in the darkness of your room as you sat up, your back rigid. Your eyes wandering over to the empty spot beside you, a heart wrenching sob wracking your body…

He had died three years ago, He never even had the chance to make it to Seoul…

you are my definition of perfect 

happy birthday, taehyungie ♡

Ooof

Once I get into finishing all these Fluff/Angst stories, and thE SMUT COMES IN.

Y’all ain’t even gonna know what to do, I cannot believe I am still writing fanfic I’ve been so for about 5 years now with diff fandoms Nd stuff buT

NOW I GOT MY BTS BOYS OH LAWD!!!

I cannot wait to start writing more fics!!!!!

Hope Brought Us Together

Jung Hoseok x Reader

Fluff/Slight Angst

“Sometimes things happen to us, that we can’t control… Not all of them are bad.”

This!Is!Really!Short!!!!!!!

The sound of a large hand banging on your door made you groan in disgust. “TIME TO GET UP!” a voice echoed through the long hallway as you dragged yourself out of the stiff yet warm bed. It was seven in the morning, and too early to be awake on a Saturday you thought as you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes. But today, today was a good day…

As you made your way out of your room, you weren’t surprised to see everyone bustling around you.Like a shadow on the wall, you quietly made your way over to the kitchen.

Your hands found a cup along with your favorite juice and soon enough you were sitting outside in the backyard enjoying the warm morning sun as it bathed you in its light.

“Are you excited for today?” A voice chirped from behind you, bringing a small smile to your face. Within seconds a precious piece of your heart, Jung Hoseok was sat next to you. A black beanie on his head covering everything but his side burns, a sly smirk on his face.

“You know they’re gonna kill you when they find out you dyed your hair.” You said as you sipped on your drink before offering him some to which he accepted. “Well, I guess they’ll have to kill you too since you helped me.” He sighed as he winked at you before looking around for any other witnesses.

Before you knew it his beanie was off and you had to slap a hand over your mouth as you gaped at his hair. A bright grin almost as bright as the sun was on his face as you both laughed. He looked absolutely ridiculous, in what seemed the best way possible.

“It’s so bright!! I cant believe it looks so good!” You whisper yelled as he nodded frantically and pulled the beanie back on. “I’m so nervous though, I hope they don’t think I’m having a damn breakdown.” He said as he bit at his lower lip.

“You might as well just tell them then during breakfast. Although I really don’t think that matters much to them anyway.” You said as you took his hand in your own.

Jung Hoseok was once the best in his league. He had been accepted into all of the best dance schools across Seoul and his underground reputation in his dance group was taking flight. Yet it all came crashing down when he collapsed during one of the most crucial auditions he would ever attend.

For weeks on end prior to the audition he had began starving himself to get to a certain weight, to get what he considered a real dancers physique. He also tended to abuse his body beyond expense, bruises littering his ribs and legs. His belief that if you fall down, you get right back up no matter what happens. He rarely slept or ate, most of his days were consumed by perfecting choreography for multiple pieces he planned on presenting to the judges.

The days blurred into minuscule hours, minutes, and seconds. Eventually his body couldn’t keep up, so it was up to stimulants and pills to keep him going. Steroids which he believed were just uppers coursed through his body. Numbing him from the inside out.

One minute he was about to finish his final piece when the next he was in a hospital bed. Wires and tubes connected to every piece of his body. It was all over, atleast in his mind it was. His body had, had enough. Doctors had told him he was extremely malnourished and he was pushing his body to limits that could’ve ended up killing him.

He hadn’t even realized through his pill induced haze what he was doing to his body and mind. Although, he won in the end as he agreed to go to a place no one would ever want to be. A group home to get himself back on his feet, it was called Hope.

Just: Hope….

It was also where he met you though, your reasons for going to Hope were simply a strong awareness that one day your depression would drive you to a place you were sure you didn’t ever want to be. Alcohol and Drugs were also a factor but, when were they not?

You had been in recovery with Hoseok for two years now. Both of you as healthy as you could ever be both mentally and physically. Today, albeit a normal day to most, was a day you would never forget. You were both free to live your lives now.

“I cant believe we’re finally leaving… I’m gonna be back with my family again. I don’t even know what I’m gonna do.” You said softly, leaning your head on his shoulder. “You’ll be fine though, I’m sure there’s a Dance School invitation waiting for you on your doorstep.” You said and he only huffed out a breath. “Have faith in yourself, we’ll be okay. Although I don’t think I’ll attend any dance auditions for a while.” He chuckled as he wrapped an arm around your waist.

He pulled you into his side tightly, “You won’t be alone out there again, I’ll be there with you till we really make it out there on our own.” He hummed lightly and it was like a soft melody to your ears, a sort of comfort you would never be willing to give up.

As you both pulled yourselves off the porch and made your way into the small house, it had grown quiet and dark. Before a loud cheer erupted from the other roommates of the house who then came out of their hiding spots and surrounded the two of you with affection. You couldn’t help the shit eating grin on your face as Hoseok dramatically fell to the floor and pretended to sob with glee as the others hugged him tightly.

Hoseok in his two years at the house was a bright light for everyone, he had faced his demons head on and never looked back. Ofcourse he had his bad days but he never once became a quitter. He was someone everyone could love, even the shyest of those at the house fell in love with him.

Yet, he never seemed to pay attention to anyone as much as he did you.

In the beginning, you refused to talk to anyone and wanted to just focus about yourself yet Hoseok had snuck his way into your life and broke down your walls. He was there when you had breakdowns, went through withdrawals, and even when you almost gave up.

Hoseok was everything you ever needed in life, he gave you purpose and made you love yourself. He was your knight in shining armor…

“We’re going to really miss you two, we’re all very proud of you.” The head of the house smiled softly as she presented a small cake lit with two candles in front of you. You smiled at Hoseok and he laced your fingers together. A small gleam in his eyes before he shut them tight and blew them out alongside you.

After the other members of the house almost fainted at Hoseoks bright red locks of hair, there was a group breakfast which turned into mostly enjoying cake and talking about fonder memories.

Once you and Hoseok were all packed up and at the door, it almost pained you to leave. You looked down at the Polaroid camera in your hands, Hoseok had bought it for you when you had first arrived. It had been one of your greatest treasures since. “I… I want one more photo here.” You announced to the others with a soft smile and they nodded.

As everyone sat in-front of the house and held eachother you had one of the house mates take it from far away letting the house and everyone else get in the frame. Hoseok stood next to you and placed his arms around you as they counted down, a smile finding its way to your face.

“There’s something I wanna tell you…” He whispered and you looked up at him in wonder. He sighed in relief, his eyes staring into yours and then down at your lips before his mouth formed three words you didn’t even understand.

“I love you.”

His lips pressed against yours right as the camera flashed, capturing the moment forever. The moment where a place called Hope, gave you everything you ever needed. The moment you realized no matter how scary the world was, and no matter what happened, he would always be there albeit madly in love with you.

As you both pulled away, everything around you was worth nothing. The others were screaming dramatically and asking if they caught the kiss in the picture and yet all you could see and feel was him.

His hands clutching your waist, the warmth of his body pressed against yours. You could see every single feature on his face, his beauty marks and flaws. His brown eyes and plump lips. In your eyes, he was just perfect.

“Y/n, love you so much, maybe it’s too early, but when I love something I give it my all.” his forehead pressed against yours as he looked down at you, a look of pure relief on his face.

“I love you too, so much.” You barely managed to get out, a shaky sigh leaving your lips as you connected your lips with his once more. Your hands made their way around his neck and he held you so tight not even a sheet of paper could fit between you.

You had all you needed in your life now, you were both going to be just fine.

I read through my last fanfic I posted and I AM CRINGIN SO HARD BC THERE WERE A FEW SPELLING ERRORSSS I APOLIGIZE!!! I wrote it at like 3am while half asleep

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